Furia (2021) s01e02 Episode Script

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 gun went off, so I just ran.
He shot an unarmed woman.
We must get to him before he talks.
-The police are on their way there.
We can't stand around
with our dicks in our hands.
Should he get away
with killing your brother?
You shut up!
Don't fucking talk
about killing 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 gun for no reason,
and then things got out of control.
-We deny everything else.
-We have to take him.
He drew his gun first.
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.
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 fucking move.
I can't be like that.
It's no fucking good.
Fucking Kjetil.
He could ruin everything.
over him, but I
I don't have any control over him.
Kjetil is bloody dangerous.
You're not fucking 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
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?
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.
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 killed.
thing to happen in Norway.
Those fucking 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 attack 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.
Fuck.
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 threat.
Things escalated.
I didn't have a choice.
He would've shot me.
And the woman?
I tried to get control
over the situation.
She resisted.
My gun 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 shooting.
Not interested.
-He shot you.
-Yes.
We fought, and a shot 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 killed 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 gun?
No. No reason to pull a gun.
If we don't find any evidence
supporting your story,
you can be charged with murder.
And sentenced
to many years in prison.
It doesn't look good.
You went after them,
and that gun 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-fucking-citizen.
Did you say anything about me?
I said we had a confrontation,
and my gun 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 attack.
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 died.
-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 kill someone?
Did someone at school say that?
I'll talk to your teachers.
They can't say that.
Did you kill someone, Dad?
Okay, Michelle
They say you're a murderer.
I'm not a murderer.
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.
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?
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.
Fuck.
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 attack,
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 attack.
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 murder 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.
Murdered 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 fuck 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 war 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 fucked.
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.
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?
about you when your father died.
-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 cunt.
Stay here.
Let him be.
And you
That's enough!
Stop it!
You have to stop.
Ole, don't do this.
What the fuck 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 killed
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.
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.
-I'll keep a low profile.
-That's good.
Right. We have to get things
back to normal here.
Thank you.
What the fuck 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.
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 died for nothing.
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.
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 fuck are you doing here?
-Just stay calm.
Stay calm.
-I hope you liked the whisky.
-What the fuck!
-Punch someone like that
-What the fuck 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 shoot!
Don't! Don't shoot!
How many?
We still don't know exactly how many