01x03 - Everything Comes with a Price

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WELCOME TO UTMARK

Bilzi?

Where are you going?

I'm going out.

So you won't tell me where you're going?

Someone has wronged nature.

And I must settle the score

on nature's behalf.

Right

What's that supposed to mean?

That Finn will keep losing sheep until

the blood money for Horagallis is paid.

You promised me not to cause

any more drama because of that mutt.

You must leave Finn alone.

We should look forward

That dog has a name. It is Horagallis.

You are my woman now,

and my woman backs me in everything.

Without batting an eyelid,

questioning me or making demands.

Is that clear?

EVERYTHING COMES AT A COS

-Hello. It's Kari.

-Kari Hungerholt?

-Yes.

-Fix & Move. We have found the error.

-Okay.

-A typo.

Okay

Your account number

didn't match our records, obviously.

-Surely that's not my fault?

-I'm not trying to blame anyone.

I'm just letting you know

that it was due to an error

which has been sorted,

and your boxes are on their way.

-Okay. Sure. Thanks.

-Yes.

I shouldn't have told you

about Dad and Horagallis.

You are a child.

A child's job is to go to school,

do homework,

play and do as they're told.

Everything else is the job of adults.

The adults deal with adult problems,

and children deal with their stuff.

That's how the world works.

You won't tell anyone about it?

You should stop thinking about it.

And you'll miss the bus, so hurry!

-I'll be done in a second.

-It's just

the earrings.

What are you talking about, Ingrid?

The earrings you gave me.

The ones with the white stones.

I'm not quite sure

which earrings you're referring to.

They're gone.

I always put them in the white bowl

so I know where they are.

Nothing makes sense!

This is not the way it should be.

Dear My dear.

I think you're having

one of your muddled days.

Do you remember

what the doctor said?

You forget things that are real,

and remember things that never happened.

The ones with the white stones.

It's your condition.

Your dementia is playing tricks on you.

Hi.

Hi, Willman.

Hi, Dagrun.

I've brought chocolate. Perfectly fine,

just a little past the expiration date.

The last time you were here,

you had a fit, didn't you?

Ingrid was upset

for the rest of the day.

She's my sister.

-She's familiar with my fits.

-Dagrun.

She's not herself anymore.

She keeps insisting

that things disappear.

Today she's going on

about some earrings.

Dementia is not a pleasant disease.

I am so glad that she has you.

Hi, Unna. This is for you.

I have diabetes.

Type 2.

Well, that's not a pleasant disease.

Any news?

Yes, five reports from people

claiming to have seen the wolf.

And Stein may have brought in

two new prostit*tes.

Rumors, Unna. You should care less

about rumors. I focus on facts.

They're from Albania. Their names

are Drita and Elena, apparently.

Well, this is Drita.

Right. Drita.

Does she speak Norwegian?

You won't get

any Norwegian hookers here!

One, two Oh, sorry.

I have to drive Elena to another job.

I'll be back in half an hour.

I expect you to treat Drita

with respect.

No kisses on the mouth,

no violence or perversions.

Perversions?

What do you mean by that?

I mean there will be no pissing

in anyone's face, Lars.

No.

Half an hour.

Hey! Could you give me

20 minutes extra?

-What did you say?

-The pill needs time to work.

f*ck, you only just took it now?

But suppose if you were late?

I'd be sitting here, flag at full mast.

The effect wears off, Stein.

And it's 50 kroner a pill.

I'll give you ten minutes.

Not a second more!

-And just this once.

-Yes.

We wait twenty.

Hi!

Yes, is this a good time?

We rung and knocked on the door.

You didn't hear a thing.

This is Elena. She is experienced,

flexible, and knows her stuff.

Treat her with respect.

No violence, no perversions,

and no kissing on the mouth.

Half an hour.

It's a bog. It's bottomless.

It swallows everything.

Didn't you see the signs?

No, Mr Policeman, I didn't.

You see, I'm Sámi,

and I wanted to show my girlfriend

one of our sacred places.

The bog is a sacred place.

Bloody hell.

We call it The Wolf's Mouth.

How cool!

-Well, let's see

-Oh!

-Here, something for your trouble.

-I'm the sheriff. Just doing my duty.

It's up to you.

Finn isn't a sheriff.

He'd love to get a reward.

-I don't want anything.

-Don't put on airs, now.

Accept their token of gratitude.

-That's great. Thanks for the help.

-You're welcome.

Tennis.

I have a dead sheep on the flatbed.

Could have been the wolf

we were talking about.

-Bilzi shot it through the head.

-Someone may well have shot your sheep.

It was Bilzi.

But without witnesses, we can't be sure.

Hey! I'll take half of that.

What?

Listen up, students. The sheriff

sent out a warning about that wolf.

So don't wander into the woods alone.

And we'll be performing at the bazaar.

But I thought we could do something

more modern this year. Something funky.

Just a love song, a pop song.

Think about it until next time. Bye!

Marin.

Are you okay?

Hey?

I want you guys to see me

as more than a teacher.

I want to be seen

as an adult you can talk to.

To whom you can talk about problems.

Any kind of problem.

Okay?

My mom left my dad

because he punched her in the face.

Because she slept with someone else.

We then moved in with that other man.

My dad drinks,

and my mom's new boyfriend seems kind,

but I feel guilty for being so happy

with the man who ruined my dad's life.

And then my dad ran over his dog.

I think he feels so guilty

that he's drinking more than he used to.

And

Mom says that I shouldn't get involved,

so now I don't know what to do.

Did it feel good to vent a little?

Do you want a hug?

No thanks.

It always feels good

to put things into words,

to work out which problems

you want to solve.

"I go to school."

"I am in the second grade."

Finn?

What did you get?

I got one with a ball gag.

Dressed in latex and wool socks,

with a white a*s

in need of a good spanking.

Drita, I have a customer for you later.

And Elena, you have an appointment

at the motel tonight.

Yes, I'd like a room.

Okay, for how many nights?

No, just

Just for an hour.

Right

-Hi, Finn.

-Hi.

Right.

Nine hundred for the hour,

and 500 for the room.

Thank you, Finn.

I'll wait in reception.

Go wash first.

-No, but I have washed.

-Not enough. You smell like sheep. Go.

I don't smell.

Go wash, then we'll have fun.

But I'm clean.

-No, you're not clean. Go wash again.

-No, I'm clean!

I'm sorry.

Here. Hey. Go care Go careful.

I'm sorry.

Hi, there's been an accident in

In room number 11.

Look. New one.

What the f*ck is going on here?

Come with me. Come on.

What the f*ck's going on with you, Finn?

f*ck!

I suggest we keep this to ourselves.

I'll come by tomorrow,

then we'll settle this like adults.

f*ck!

Håvard really knows

how to fix a broken face.

He's an undertaker?

I mean, he can make dead people

look not

not that dead.

Okay. What exactly happened?

-Accident at work.

-Drive her to a hospital!

-They'll ask too many questions.

-Of course.

Much better than you

come barging in here with

a bloody hooker

who needs stitching up!

Okay. Can you

Can you come here and sit. Please.

Please.

-The chair.

-Sorry.

Okay. Take it down, please.

Yes, this needs stitching.

f*ck.

Suture here.

You're blocking the light, Stein.

Move away.

I am a man with a g*n.

But I don't need to threaten you,

because you're about to

do the right thing, Finn.

I paid 50,000 kroner for Elena.

Now she's damaged goods,

so you must pay me 50,000 kroner.

I don't have 50,000 kroner.

We're Norwegians.

We live in one of the wealthiest

countries in the world.

The oil fund just passed

10 trillion kroner.

Any Norwegian can dig up 50,000 kroner.

Call your bank. Now.

-Hello!

-Hi.

A sheep is a ruminant mammal.

A sheep has four stomachs.

Reticulum, omasum, abomasum and rumen.

-Okay.

-Yes.

"Doll".

"Picture".

-"Television".

-Hello.

Food from Grillslottet.

Chicken and fries.

And some ketchup for the fries.

What about a "thank you"?

Your laundry is over there.

You know,

I can be outside the house waiting,

but I can't be inside the room

when you're f*cking, can I?!

I've already told you!

This is not my fault!

This is not my f*cking fault!

-What should we do?

-We?

There's no "we".

Find yourself that Norwegian man,

but don't forget the pepper spray.

That's what you should do.

Please pass the ketchup.

-How many do you want?

-Two.

Seeing the lid slide over him

made me happier than I've ever been

since I married the b*stard in 1971.

One more time?

Helene?

-Hello?

-Håvard.

-Håvard, I'm up here.

-Hi, Helene.

-What is it?

-I've brought with me

a donation for the church bazaar.

You're being very generous this year.

I

I don't want you

to hear this from anyone else,

so I'm just going to say it like it is.

We're pregnant.

Or rather

Kjersti is pregnant.

Yes.

That's how it is.

You got over our divorce fast enough.

We were married for a mere 17 years,

then you found someone else. It happens.

You tried to pay off

your guilty conscience

so that you could enjoy

your new wife in peace

and look forward to all

the wonderful things you have in store.

Helene. Helene! Listen.

I only want the best for you.

I think returning the favor

would do you good.

He doesn't want any couples' therapy.

We are members of the state church

and pay our taxes.

So we should get help from the vicar,

not a therapist charging us

through the nose

to tell me that I should

do the dishes more often.

What's the problem in your relationship?

Sex.

I mean

We sort of don't have

a whole lot of sex.

-None at all.

-Oh come on, Sverre. We do.

No, we bloody well don't.

Have you considered a divorce?

Losing interest

is usually just the beginning.

Then you stop talking,

there's no intimacy, no affection.

Just two people sharing a fridge

and watching too much TV.

From there, it can get pretty difficult

to turn things around.

When one door closes,

other doors usually

close as well.

I think we should go see

that therapist after all.

-Sverre?

-Yes?

Sverre? Hang on, Sverre.

Brand new slow juicer

from the Kitchen Specialist.

It'll do well at the auction.

Hi.

Hi.

I thought we could do some sh**ting.

I'm not really in the mood today.

Have you been drinking?

No.

Just a little tired.

I thought that maybe you could

have a chat with Bilzi?

About what?

About what happened to Horagallis.

I know you don't like him, but

it could do you both good

if you just told him.

What are you talking about?

I saw the front of your car.

I saw blood and dog hairs.

Mom said

I shouldn't get involved, but

it often helps to talk about things.

To put things into words.

So it was you who snitched.

The snitch! That's f*cking rich.

I'm no snitch, but when someone does

something wrong, they should apologize.

Take your crappy bike!

Get lost!

You don't betray your own father.

And yes, I am drunk.

I drink when it suits me.

Vodka. Cheers!

Stay away!

-Dagrun sells detergents, you know?

-I know.

It just feels nice

with a little life in the house.

So you pay me

to have someone to drink coffee with?

No, I've just had a lot on my mind.

It's not exactly like

I'm overrun with visitors here.

No. But where's your family?

They are

down south.

-Norheimsund.

-What do they do in Norheimsund?

They are

dead.

I had a great conversation

with Marin today.

That girl truly reflects on things.

Oh yes. What is she reflecting on, then?

Well, she

It slipped out

that there have been

a number of changes in your lives.

And children tend to absorb

their parents' worries and conflicts.

What What conflicts?

No, it was just about the divorce.

And the new relationship.

And something about her dad and alcohol.

And then something about

a dog he ran over.

It was a positive conversation

about opening up.

About talking about things.

Putting them into words.

Hey, you.

Can you please stop blabbing

about our private life?

Our divorce doesn't concern anyone else.

Neither does your dad's drinking.

Learn to keep your f*cking trap shut!

You walk around, yapping away!

Adult things are adult things,

and you're a child!

Learn to keep your f*cking trap shut!

Do you hear me?

Do you hear me?!

f*cking hell!

A thousand.

I'm in.

Nope.

A thousand.

A flush of hearts.

All right, good luck.

-That's all for me.

-Me too.

A little full house.

It looks like

I have the best hand after all.

Good news!

You can pay me back what you owe me.

Good news, Willman.

This nearly covers your debt.

-Want to play Mexican Stud?

-Your wife called me that last night.

I brought you a cup of tea

You're not picking up?

Dad wants to talk to you.

She doesn't want to talk to you.