01x06 - Cry Wolf

[bunniefuu]

WELCOME TO UTMARK

f*ck! f*ck!

Why is this truck jumping around

so much?

-It's just a bumpy road.

-W-w-why did you pick this road?

It's the shortest way home,

for f*ck's sake!

T-t-this is a stupid road.

Shut up, you're an idiot!

Let me drive in peace

and shut the f*ck up!

f*ck!

I told you this was

a f*cking bad road.

I've f*cking had it!

I can't take it anymore!

I can't stand

driving you anywhere anymore!

Don't you get it?

Not a second more of it!

U*i, U*i.

Water.

f*ck, we're sinking!

HERE COMES THE WOLF

EPISODE SIX

Almost ready. Just need to wait for

the customs officers to be on their way.

But the price will be a bit steeper.

Great, then it's a deal.

See you later. Bye.

Siri

Let's get married.

I'll accept Marin

as if she was my own.

Buy a new dog, become a family

and create our own siida.

This will be our lavvo.

We will share our sorrows and joys here.

We will share everything here.

That's settled then.

Hello?

f*cking hell! You do your job,

and I'll do mine.

Hi

Marin, I hit my head

on the door frame.

Marin, it's true! I turned quickly

and banged my head on the frame.

That's what happened.

It's completely true.

He hits my mom.

I thought she was strong.

But she won't make a stand.

She just lets it happen.

So I thought

Maybe you could have a word with him?

Me?

Yes, a man-to-man talk.

A relationship is a relationship.

It's a pact between man and woman.

And that pact is

It's a private matter. Okay?

I haven't told anyone

about you and women's clothing.

Thank you.

-That's not a hunting r*fle.

-It's all I had.

-You're sh**ting wolves with a shotgun?

-Yes.

-Did you get a hunting license?

-Hunting license?

What we're doing here, guys,

is self-defense.

While I was out running, I saw a van

with two men sink into the swamp.

-What kind of men?

-They were arguing.

Sounded like they were from Finland

or Sweden. And then they vanished.

-They vanished into the swamp?

-Completely. With the van.

Have you told anyone?

-Only you. Just now.

-You've got to tell it to grown-ups.

Like Kari or Willman.

They're the ones

who should know about this.

He's got Crohn's.

A chronic bowel disorder.

Diarrhea, abdominal pain.

Frequent toilet visits.

There's no cure.

Thank you very much, Unna.

-Could you get me some milk please?

-It's gone bad.

You may be used to cappuccino

Around here we brew our coffee,

and we drink it black.

But at least we have takeaway cups.

-How long were you planning on staying?

-We'll have to see about that.

With regards to the motel. Whether it's

a couple of days or a full week.

That motel

didn't exactly seem packed.

Perhaps it's the low season.

This is not exactly the Wild West.

I've got a pretty good handle on things.

We know that Russian liquor

is being brought here through Finland.

So that's our area of focus.

"Area of focus". "Task force".

Sure sounds grand.

Right. Bye, then.

It's me. Willman.

The custom agents are out on the road.

Yes, out on the road. And they won't say

how long they're planning on staying.

I'll call you

when they've left the area.

Did you know that dry moss

and wet moss has a different smell?

Wet moss has osmotic properties.

The smell diffuses through

the cell membrane into the mitochondria.

-It's like a spark

-Hush.

Ruska gin!

Hi, we're from the customs service.

This looks brand new.

-Yes.

-You have the receipts, I presume?

These are sponsored goods

for the church bazaar.

There will be a tombola and an auction.

I just bought this in Luleå.

Lots of nice stuff!

Toys from Fun 'n' Games.

The dresses are

from Missers Fashion Shop.

And the stores will confirm this?

Yes, of course. Look here

Missers Fashion Shop.

Just ask for Missers

Not her real name,

but everyone calls her Missers.

Missers Fashion Shop

-What's up?

-I feel like f*cking.

-That's what we did all night.

-We haven't done it in the woods.

What? Hallo?

Hi, it's Sigurd.

I'll say!

Long time no see, my son.

How are you?

I leave tomorrow, and land at 4 p.m.

I still have some stuff in the garage.

Okay. How nice! What a surprise.

Let's order out from the Chinese guy.

And then you can tell me how it's going

with school, with Lisa, the trip

-Should I pick you up at the airport?

-No. I've rented a car.

Okay.

-Sheep, Italian style.

-Why do you call it Italian style?

-Because it has oregano in it.

-Oregano

This is Drita.

She's going to spend the night here.

-No.

-My son's coming.

He's just graduated

from the Oslo police academy.

A bit awkward

having her in the basement

What about the motel?

You d*sfigured her friend's face.

Letting her spend a few nights

is the least you can do.

Do you see anything?

What the f*ck? Oh sh*t!

Don't sh**t!

Don't sh**t!

Don't sh**t! Help!

He's unhappy,

and he smells of sheep.

He is an alcoholic

with a barn full of gin.

Pistepirkko.

-Play the third track.

-Alright.

Come.

Well

Women can be such b*tches.

But

hitting them,

that's not something we do anymore.

People won't put up with that

these days.

Politicians, journalists

So, if you care for Siri,

it may be a good idea to

Get a woman of your own.

I said that we solve our problems

within our lavvo.

So don't f*cking go running to Heige

and tell him about what's going on here!

The door frame again?

I tried. I talked to him,

but he just punched me in the face.

I can't do anything more.

Yes, it stings a bit.

It's important that you sleep

on your belly the next few days.

Lie still. There!

Keep an eye on the wounds,

to avoid infection.

You can help her with that.

I assume that undertakers

are bound to secrecy?

Those ending up on my table

rarely have much to hide.

There!

-There, there

-You shut the f*ck up!

-Goodbye for now.

-Yes, goodbye.

That was a short visit.

What is it?

I've shot bears at the Finnish border.

I've shot a wolf at point-blank range.

And I've shot lynx.

I'm a hunter. I won't f*cking

sh**t animals too stupid to move.

What about Finn and the blood money?

The prey comes to the patient hunter,

as my dad used to say.

I'll get my revenge,

just you wait and see.

The prey comes to the patient hunter.

I never heard dad say that.

But then he wasn't your dad

in that sense.

He just knocked up your mom

and ran off.

You know Marin, right?

At first I found it a bit funny

that you were in love with Marin.

You know, she's not exactly

the prettiest of the girls.

But well observed.

Marin is cool,

and that's almost as important as looks.

I think I'm more Marin's type.

So I think

I'll make a move on her.

What do I tend to say?

-Excuse me?

-Make love, not w*r.

Exactly. Right?

So now I think you should go out

and do just that.

-Hi.

-Hi.

I'm worried about mom.

And why is that?

Who hit the woman living here?

That's a a bit of a silly story.

I would like to hear that story.

Hello.

Marin

It's not what.

-Hello there.

-Hi.

-Who have we got here?

-My name is Eilif.

Eilif Hello, Eilif.

What can I do for you?

I wanted to tell you that I saw a van

sink into the swamp.

The two men arguing inside

sank with the car.

It sounded like

they were from Finland or Sweden.

They were no one we knew.

That's all I wanted to say.

Goodbye.

That sounded like the two Finns

who deal vodka to Bilzi.

No more rumors, Unna.

Only hard facts here.

A van drove into the swamp

with two foreigners inside.

That's all we know.

f*ck!

I can't get hold of Erkki and U*i.

All our customers are furious.

"Where's our vodka?"

They're screaming for vodka!

m*therf*cking Finnish

Paralympic limited!

They need to have our liquor ready!

Hello?

Willman speaking.

-I think the swamp

-I can't hear a f*cking word!

I think the swamp swallowed the Finns!

-And what about the liquor?

-Who the hell knows?

f*cking hell!

No luggage?

No.

-Hungry?

-No, I'm fine.

I can call that Chinese place.

They have takeout now.

But we'll have some coffee.

There are funerals

on the 4th and 5th

And Yggve and Geir's wedding

on the 11th.

And then

Stop staring at me.

It will never be us. And that's final.

There will be a sign.

Just wait, be patient. Sooner or later,

he will give you a sign.

Could you please focus on this?

Yes.

The family have decided on the hymns.

It'll be "Thine Be the Glory".

Go home, I'll sort this out.

The coffee's almost ready.

I've defrosted a cake.

From the store,

but it tastes like homemade

Lisa is pregnant.

Fantastic! Congratulations!

She's due in April.

I'm going to be a granddad

Lisa and I have talked about it.

It's difficult to have you

in our lives right now.

I've been promised a position

in the vice division.

So I can't walk around

pretending not to know.

I don't understand

I know what's going on in that basement!

Seriously, Dad

-Well?

-Yes, but

I'm here, and you're in Oslo.

Our paths won't cross.

-Not in that way, Sigurd.

-Take care.

Think about what your mom would have

said if she knew you were excluding me!

I've thought about mom a lot.

I can't fathom

how she could live with this business.

She was like a mother to them.

Helped and cared for them.

They sent money home to their families.

They even send us Christmas cards!

I stumble around in the darkness.

I need a sign.

You know what? Never mind.

Hi!

I need a cup of coffee.

Are you okay?

I don't know

what to feel anymore, Kari.

Bilzi, he just First, he hits me,

then he kisses me.

Now he's saying

we should get married and buy a dog.

He says the most hurtful things,

and then the kindest things.

Why can't I just be happy?

I miss her.

I miss hearing her voice.

I miss her so f*cking much.

That damn silence

Okay. f*ck me.

f*ck me like a man, right now!

And talk dirty to me!

-I'm playing poker tonight.

-No. f*ck me!

f*ck me, Bilzi. Talk dirty to me!

Call me something nasty!

Come on, be a man.

Call me the worst you can think of!

Say something truly foul!

-Call me something heinous.

-You're ugly.

No! Call me a dirty f*cking wh*re.

-You're a dirty wh*re.

-Good! More!

-You're a dirty wh*re.

-Great! Louder. More.

-Say it one more time.

-You're a dirty wh*re.

-Good. Say it louder.

-You're a dirty wh*re!

Yes! Now call me

an abused l*sbian wh*re!

Come on. Let's hear it.

You're a dirty l*sbian wh*re!

You smelly l*sbian wh*re!

g*dd*mn, you stink!

Thirty-five hundred.

This makes no f*cking sense.

You guys go out to sh**t a wolf.

And end up sh**ting a customs officer?

That's too simplistic.

It's a long story.

-Never mind that, Stein. Your turn.

I fold.

It's good to have you

back at the table, Stein.

Hey

Can I book the pony tail girl?

You know that you can get

what you want much cheaper?

How?

That's very funny, Stein.

As they say in America:

Go f*ck yourself!

Like Heige.

He pays for two hours,

but he keeps his hands to himself.

What the f*ck are you talking about?

He's not into p*ssy. Nor t*ts.

But he likes

wearing their clothes.

You didn't know?

Heige feels

most comfortable in a dress.

Okay, calm down, guys.

-Let's play.

-All in.

-All in!

-Alright.

-Your mother!

-Yeah, I know.

-I f*cked her.

-So they tell me.

Still up?

You will stop hitting my mom.

You will stop hitting my mom.

And you'll swear on it. Now!

And if not?

Dear Marin.

k*lling someone

That's wholly different

from sh**ting cardboard targets.

k*lling another human being

It's like leaving your flock of sheep

to wander into the wilderness.

And once you are out there,

there's no returning.

Do you realize

how heavy that step feels?

Do you realize

how dark and lonely it is out there?

One would think you were a Sami girl.