THE FINNMARKSVIDDA PLATEAU YEAR 1031
- Who are you, stranger? - Alfhildr Enginnsdottir.
I seek Tore from Bjarkøy, the slayer of Olaf the Stout.
What do you want with him?
To kiss him where the sun doesn't shine.
Greetings, fatherless woman. I hear you're looking for a man?
Yes, the one they call Tore Hund.
- Have you seen him? - Seen him I have not.
My outward vision faded away with the summer.
But he was here.
What did he want?
He asked about the lake with a thousand lights.
Where is it?
Sometimes here... Sometimes there...
But where was he headed?
Please, that man is everything to me.
Yes, he is quite the ladies' man, this Tore.
You're not the first person to ask for him.
Like I said to the girl with the flame hair,
only Ravgga knows where Tore is now.
Then let me speak to Ravgga.
I see a place where the cities shine like stars...
Where the houses are as tall as mountains,
and words can travel with the wind.
BEFOREIGNERS
The police have no new leads in the case
with the beforeigner woman at Tjuvholmen.
She was murdered after arriving in a flash in the Oslofjord.
This is the first incident of violence against a newly-arrived in Norway.
The Minister of Justice...
- Voice command activated. - Google "trawl".
- Here's what I found about "troll". - No...
Google "pelagic trawl".
I'm sorry. I couldn't find "paraplegic brawl" in the music library.
No...
Did you climb down? You're mad!
- Please back away. - I'm with the police.
Mighty mongrel! I'm afraid of heights!
Who were they?
Bohemians who claim to have sole right to drop selling.
I see.
If they come back, call me.
Okay, if they come back, just run.
Good advice.
Several speeches at today's memorial for the beforeigner woman
who was found dead at Tjuvholmen, were critical of the Oslo police.
Haaland! Can you make some talking points
for my session on the news radio?
Not now, I'm afraid.
Hey. You may have been onto something.
- I won't fall for it again. - Not the monster. The Norse girl.
- She saw something in the water. - Okay?
Come on.
Look at this.
We believe the marks found on the woman can come from one of these.
We're looking for someone catching beforeigner women with a trawl bag.
Fuck you, Navn!
It's the same fun every time.
Aren't you going to leave those poor bunnies alone?
I need my protein. Do you think this body comes for free?
Fine, cave boy. Save some for tonight.
Coastal Administration sent us last year's sales
of professional fishing equipment in the region.
Print all sales of trawls and similar products.
We're looking for buyers who aren't in the industry.
But this is several hundred pages!
Yes, that's why you have to sort it.
Is this a practical joke?
No, Alfhildr. This is police work.
- Is this a bad time? - No, come in.
Have you seen the news?
The woman is everywhere.
But you thought you could go on like nothing happened?
No, that was our mistake.
We're taking the necessary measures.
I scrubbed the boat myself and burned fishing stuff.
It's un-enough.
The girls must be hidden until this blows away.
Okay? And where are we going to hide them?
We have some barracks on Hovedøya.
- That's in the red zone. - Exactly. So it's a good hiding place.
This won't work. HC's going to snap.
Ask yourselves: What's worse? If HC snaps, or if Navn snaps?
So beforeigner cases are a priority with the police?
Yes. And in the Tjuvholmen case, one of the main investigators
is actually a true Viking. The criticism is unjustified.
We have a policy on this show that we avoid using the V-word.
- The V-word? - We prefer "of Norse descent".
Right. Of course. My apologies.
Alex?
I found some footage on a web site with arrival videos.
It was recorded near Hovedøya on the night of the murder.
The clip wasn't relevant, but could you check for more raw footage?
Yeah, send me a link, and I'll take a look.
Lars? Someone's here to see you.
- Well. - What are you doing here?
- You're not answering your phone. - I've been busy.
- This isn't a good time, either. - Not a good time?
Did you think it was a good time for us to be tricked?
- Tricked? - Yes.
- What's this about? - Don't play dumb, Lars.
You know we told Ingrid no on getting in on that russebuss.
The bank confirmed that the money came from your account.
Maybe. Divorced parents often disagree about their kids' Russ-celebration.
Lending Ingrid 10 000 kroner behind our backs isn't anywhere near normal.
- I don't like your tone. - You don't like my tone?
Where did you get that money anyway?
I thought you were too broke to pay child support?
Darling? This isn't how we agreed to address this problem.
I'm sorry, but it's my daughter we're talking about.
Right. It doesn't feel too good to be kept in the dark, does it?
Is that what this is about? Is this some kind of payback?
I've never undermined you like this! Never!
Listen. If you'll allow me, Marie...
I recently attended a seminar with a family psychologist
who is an expert in diverse constellations.
I should ask if she can meet us to help sort through this mire of passions?
- Actually, that's a great idea. - I don't think so.
This was a severe breach of trust. That trust needs to be restored.
We'll notify you of the time and place.
Alfhildr?
I got a call from the National Gallery.
They have a person in custody who wants to speak with you.
- With me? - I didn't catch the name.
They left a strange message. You used to take walks with a dog named Tore?
Enginnsdottir, I'm with the police.
You look good.
- When did you get to this time? - This is my second summer.
Why didn't you contact me sooner?
I saw you on the B4 frændi group.
But things didn't end well between us back in the old days.
That happens when you go after someone else's man.
Can we forget about that nonsense?
Nice to see you, shieldmaid.
What is it?
I'm with the police now. Warriors don't get authorization for that.
What did you put as your "original profession"?
- Farmer's wife. - Farmer's wife? You?
You couldn't milk a cow for a fathom of gold!
Let's drop that. Why were you arrested?
I ripped a false drawing of Tore. Apparently it's worth thousands.
In that case, I don't know if I can help you.
Do I have to bring up that time when I saved your skinny ass in Bjarmaland?
This is completely ruined.
Hello. I hear you're considering reporting this incident?
Of course! This is one of the most severe cases of vandalism we've had!
Did you know that the woman fought at Stiklestad?
She's considering a counter-suit for triggering PTSD.
It's not a problem,
you just have to document that everything's in order here.
What do you mean when you say "in order"?
That you have warning signs in Norse and Mesolithic
by the entrances to sections with trauma-triggering artwork.
- Thank you so much. - Don't mention it.
Now it's time to celebrate.
I'm in the middle of something at work...
Come on! Don't leave your old sister hanging!
Give us two fax stews and a king-size horn of mead.
Hello!
HERE'S ALL THE FOOTAGE I FOUND ON THAT DATE. ALEX.
We bring thanks for your guardian angeling.
That's really not necessary.
We won't take no thanks as an answer.
I guess you should come inside.
I'm not sure it's good for him to watch this.
Who doesn't like stabbing and naked girls?
Yes, but he's...
- Where's his mother? - We lost her in the salt.
On our way over.
I'm trying to be his rock.
Hey.
All things considered, you're doing a great job, my friend.
Thank you.
This is the first time someone in this time
has friend-called me and meant it.
And you? Where is your baby mother?
Oh, right. No, she's...
She left with a pipe-smoking guy from the 1800s.
Damn!
- What's that? - Dad... Pjokk...
- Your family? - Yes. And you?
Oh, no! That's...
- I have mouse arm syndrome. - Yes, mouse arm!
- And your fingers too? - Yeah.
Can you believe there's one of these on every corner nowadays.
Do you know who this house of God was named after?
- No. - Olaf the Stout.
There he is! White Christ!
How did this pathetic god get the whole world to kneel at his feet?
Unbelievable. Do you think that's why we're here, in this time?
To teach people that they need gods who won't be nailed down without a fight?
Can we go soon? I think he's using his magic on me.
Relax. I put some shrooms in our fax stew while you were in the bathroom.
Fuck you! I have to be at work in the morning!
Watch your language, or you will upset White Christ.
Have some Jesus wine. It will round off the shrooms.
Just imagine...
All these poor sods were born thousands of summers after us.
- And yet here they are. - Too bad for them.
Do you see, White Christ?
Your little lambs are dropping like flies,
while Odin's shieldmaidens are still standing!
Come down from your cross and fight like a man!
I know one thing: You're crazier than ever.
Let's go to Nivlhel. The DJ there is awesome!
Shut up!
Hey!
Norway for nowaday people!
- What? - You don't belong here!
We were here before you. Want to fight?
Didn't think so.
Come on. We have to see where that van's going.
The van? What are you talking about? We're going dancing!
What are you doing here? Hauk's got the door tonight.
Navn told us to get the girls away from the club, tonight.
- Which ladies are you talking about? - All the ones we've supplied.
That's more or less the whole caboodle!
How am I going to run this establishment without any women?
Are you and homo habilis going to decorate the aquarium?
- We'll get some regular women. - It's not the same.
Why are you so worried? All the paperwork's taken care of.
- But Navn thinks... - Navn, Navn, Navn!
That cave gnome's not my boss.
The people I report to aren't going to be happy about this!
We're taking the girls. Now.
Come on!
I'm not going in there!
- That place is for filthy old men. - Calm down.
I just need something for a case I'm working on.
What's happening to you? You're full of shrooms and mead,
yet you talk about work? We were going dancing!
There, my dear shieldmaid. Let's dance.
What does a land-based security company need a trawl bag for?
When I spotted their logo on a van, I decided to follow it.
I suspect they're taking newly arrived women from the sea
to use them as prostitutes and that the murder is connected to this.
- This is very interesting. - Yes.
But I don't understand. Were you out scouting after hours?
No, the discovery was coincidental.
I was actually out for a social gathering.
Looks like you socialized pretty good.
Oh, sorry. That's from the social gathering.
There.
You'd better take over, Lars. What do we know about the company?
What we know so far is that CM a security company
where most of the employees are of prehistoric background.
But the van Alfhildr took a picture of
is registered to the general manager, Gedi Suleyman.
He's one of a few present-day people who work there.
So what now? A razzia against the club?
No. We should keep a low profile.
Thanks.
Maybe you could open your window?
Come on! It reeks like an old mead house in here. Open the window!
Just three months ago, Astrid from H&M
suggested a collaboration with my brand, Caveman's Wife.
And now here I am, holding the hottest collection of pillow cases this season.
And if that wasn't enough, I'm making an announcement on my blog tonight.
Most of you know that Kolbein was among the first BEFOREIGNERS
to come out as bi-gender.
Therefore, we've decided that all proceeds of the pillow sales
will go to the LGBTB.
Enchanté, my patinated friend. To what do we owe the festivities?
Wife has won glory for blogging.
I admire Caveman's Wife's musings on multi-temporal cohabitation.
- Aren't you going to invite me in? - No. What do you want?
I'll tell you what I want. I want my girls back.
Not in front of the guests.
When I first came here, 10 000 years ago,
all of this was ice.
My herd said the place was unsuited,
but I braced myself and behindstayed.
I sealhunted and dug ice caves throughout the winter.
By third full moon the herd came back.
And look at this place now. It's packed with people!
All because someone bothered to dig the first ice cave.
I don't get the point of all this reminiscing.
When I bid that the mermaid girls should lay low, that's how it is.
So everyone has to obey you
because you ate the first seal steak in Christiania?
- Who do you think you are? - I don't think anything.
Get the girls back. Or the Bohemians will take action.
No one threatens Navn during his wife's blog party.
Should I break your skull? Is that what you want?
Navn?
- What's he doing? - He's buying temproxate.
- Should we arrest him? - No, not yet.
Hey, where are you going?
Put some effort into it!
You row like an old woman.
Police!
Don't move!
Come on.
Where were you standing when you threw that rock? Over there?
- Something like that. - Impressive. That must be 30 metres.
Where did you learn that?
Kids used to throw rocks at each other where I come from.
That's an exciting childhood.
Maybe I came off as a bit cocky the first time we met,
but I meant what I said.
I'd like to go out for a cup of mead sometime.
Okay.
Yeah...
Steady...
Do you know a man with a tattoo like that?
A man and a little boy. He has a tattoo similar to yours.
Take a picture of the girls and send it to the missing persons department.
I'm just going to...
How's your head?
It doesn't look too good. You should get the wound cleaned.
Let's see...
- Never seen her before. - You've never seen her?
- No. - Okay.
Your company, Cro Magnon Security...
It's owned by a shell corporation in the Cayman Islands.
- Who's behind the company? - I have no idea.
You don't know who owns the company you manage?
I'm afraid not.
I can't get them to talk.
Tech didn't find any connection to the Tjuvholmen woman on the boat.
You'll have to excuse me. I must talk to my acquaintance.
They told me to come with to station house.
- Are we in drop trouble? - No, not at all!
There's someone I'd like you to meet.
Come.
That's not a tear I see, is it, Haaland?
This is the 21st century.
Men are allowed to show their emotions.
Of course.
"Battlements broken."
"Giant's work shattered."
"Chipped roofs are torn and fallen."
"Torn up, destroyed,"
"and undermined by old age."
The gang's going out to celebrate. Are you coming?
- I have to finish this. - What are you watching?
Footage from the Coast Guard's surveillance camera.
There's a few hours. You go. I'll text you if I find anything.
Forget it. I'm a huge film bluff!
No thanks. I'm allergic to gluten.
What the hell is gluten?
- Something in the bread. - What thing?
It's a substance... Or maybe not a substance.
You call me superstitious, but you can't eat bread
because there's an evil spirit called gluten in it?
- It's not an evil spirit... - What is it?
- Fine, just give me the damn sandwich. - Gluten!
Hey, come on!
- Shit! - What the fuck?
Isn't that the woman?
When is this?
More than 4 hours before she was killed.
How the hell can she be there several hours before she timeigrated?