Katla (2021) s01e02 Episode Script
Ása
1
- Einar to Gríma.
- Gríma here.
- The group is south of the ridge.
- Okay, copy that.
Are you okay?
Katla has erupted. You need to go now!
Hey!
Gríma!
Gríma!
Gríma, I'm in trouble!
Fuck!
Gríma!
Gríma, it's Ás
- Einar, have you seen my sister?
- No.
Gríma calling Ása. Gríma calling Ása.
Ása!
Where is everyone?
Who's everyone?
Just everyone. The people.
There's no one here but us.
Ása, is it really you?
Where have you been?
What?
Where in the hell have you been?
Here.
I… I've just been here.
Hey, Ása.
Ása!
Ása!
Ása!
Shit.
Gríma to Einar.
Gríma to op center. Is anyone there?
Op center, Einar.
I need an ambulance on the glacier, now.
What's going on?
I think I found my sister, Ása.
Rakel?
- God, you scared me, Darri.
- Sorry, I didn't mean to.
I just came by to grab my gear.
Is it still in the garage?
Yes, I guess so.
I mean, you would know where it is.
- Yeah.
- Darri.
I was about to call you
so we could discuss the settlement.
- Didn't Soffía contact you?
- Soffía?
My lawyer.
No, she didn't contact me.
Really? She was gonna
send you the paperwork.
Yeah, why don't you just tell me now
so we can finish this?
I've been advised by my lawyer
not to discuss this with you directly, so…
- Look, about Mikael
- I gotta…
Just gonna grab my gear.
Darri, about the headstone.
- I want to have it made.
- What? Now?
Yes. It's been almost three years
since he died, Darri.
- Okay.
- You can't continue avoiding all of this.
You really have to start facing it.
I don't have time for this.
I have to go to Mýrdalsjökul tomorrow.
- To do what, Darri?
- Just work.
Something odd's happening
at the eruption site.
- I have to go.
- Darri.
Ca… Can't we talk about this
once I'm back?
Fine.
Great.
- What's going on at the glacier?
- I don't know.
She looks exactly like the Swede.
Can you hold her arm steady
while I insert the needle?
- Shaking so much.
- You're okay.
- Vigdís, it's a liter of RA?
- Yes, Ringer Acetat, one liter.
- I'll get it. Ask for her name.
- What do you mean?
Ask her name
to check her level of consciousness.
You're at the clinic
at Vík and Mýrdal and you're hypothermic.
Can you tell me your name?
Ása.
- Ása?
- Ása. My name's Ása.
I'm so glad that he's coming.
Oh? Why is that?
I can't think of a more qualified person
to assess it.
Hey, don't forget your poncho.
- What, should I put it on?
- It's good to have on hand.
- There's less water in the river now.
- Yeah, it seems to be subsiding.
At least people
can live in Vík these days.
- Hi, nice to see you again.
- Hi.
- I've got some extra equipment.
- Yeah.
Yes, this is Leifur.
He is helping us out here.
- Yeah, hello.
- Hi there.
- I'll go get the food supplies.
- Okay.
Have you collected many tephra samples?
Oh, yeah, a ton.
You'll see. The lab is full of that stuff.
And what?
Is everything in between simply black?
Like a dreamless sleep?
Yeah.
Can't you remember anything?
Not even a fragment of something?
Like visions or…
Vague images or dreams?
I remember we were
up on the glacier on snowmobiles.
For an urgent call.
To clear out the tourists
because of the eruption.
Then a shower of ash started.
And then what?
Then…
I don't know if it was after that…
What… What was after?
- Someone injecting me with a needle.
- Needle?
What kind?
Hypodermic.
Or…
Or was it maybe…
After I got here?
When did I get here?
What do you think?
I think we can't dismiss the possibility
that she was held captive somewhere
this entire time.
Oh my God.
I never imagined that this
could be a criminal case.
We have to take a biopsy
and run a blood test.
What the hell is going on?
- How is it possible she's alive?
- I don't know.
Dad.
Hi, Dad.
It is you.
Of course it's me.
How come you're all acting weird?
First that woman yesterday,
and now Ása.
It's really her.
Right?
Yes.
How can it be?
I don't know.
I know this sounds ridiculous, but…
Is it possible that she was,
I don't know, frozen on the glacier
this whole time?
Gríma.
N… No.
- Then where in the world has she been?
- My darling, I really don't know.
I don't know, sweetheart.
Unless, of course,
there's an uplift under Katla.
That's unlikely.
I agree that it is unlikely,
but what if it's true?
A pyroclastic flow is serious,
and if there's a chance,
even if it's a small possibility,
we should all evacuate.
Let's not predict
another Pompeii just yet.
I'm not.
I'm just saying that I think
it is irresponsible to ignore this.
Because no one wants
to be grilled alive in hot gas.
I get what you mean,
but a pyroclastic flow
is not something
we've ever seen from Katla.
It hasn't erupted for a whole year before.
- No, no.
- It's not behaving normally.
In many ways,
it's becoming more like Öræfajökull,
and he sure is known
for pyroclastic flows.
Thanks.
If you ask me, there is nothing normal
around here these days.
I know you scientists
believe nothing apart from
what you can master
with those fancy gadgets of yours.
But I can assure you
that something's happening here
that science unfortunately
has no way of explaining.
That's Bergrún, the hotel manager.
- She's a fortune teller.
- Yeah.
- She can read tea leaves and palms.
- Yeah.
And she's in good contact
with the elves.
That's right.
I think she just smoked a little too much
of something during the hippie era.
"So, Satan went out
from the presence of the Lord
and afflicted Job with painful sores
from the soles of his feet
to the crown of his head."
"Then Job took a piece of broken pottery
and scraped himself with it
"as he sat among the ashes."
"His…"
Drink carefully, darling.
"His wife said to him",
'Are you still holding on
to your integrity?'
"'Curse God and die!'"
"But he said to her,
'You speak as a foolish woman speaks.'
'Should we accept only the good from God
and then not adversity?'"
Are you okay, darling?
I see.
BELOVED MOTHER AND WIFE
Welcome.
Your room is back there.
Here are the GPS measurements.
As you can see, there's
a five-centimeter rise in a single week.
Maybe you'll see why I'm worried
about a pyroclastic cloud.
- Got an earthquake chart for that period?
- Yeah.
The seismic chart doesn't really
show anything of interest.
Mm-hmm. That GPS equipment
could have incorrect settings.
Yeah.
Then this could be a new magma intrusion
a few kilometers down.
Reset the GPS system and then
you should monitor the seismographs.
- Is… Is that it?
- Yes.
So that's the sample
with the deviations.
- Hello.
- Hi, how are you feeling?
- All right, I guess.
- That's nice to hear.
Your heart seems to be doing fine.
No irregularities there.
And your fever is down.
That's good.
Confusion and short-term memory loss
is normal with hypothermia.
- Really?
- Give it a few days.
- I'm sure it will all come back to you.
- Okay.
And, um…
I'm sure you are relieved to know
that your baby seems fine as well.
Despite the trauma.
What baby?
The urine sample that we took
confirmed that you are pregnant.
Yeah, and during the first examination,
uh, both Nurse Brynja and I noticed
that you are beginning to show.
I'm pregnant?
You really didn't know?
No.
No.
Hello.
Should you be doing that inside?
Probably not.
So…
I'd like to get a ticket to the…
…ferry-car-boat thing.
Is that right?
Yes.
Do you have a permit?
What sort of permit?
Any sort. Uh, scientist, journalist,
uh, relative of the people
that are still living in the area,
or medical or emergency personnel.
This is a closed area.
Restricted access.
- No tourists.
- Okay.
Just put me down as a relative.
Well, lady,
I don't grant out the permits here.
You have to get the permits
from the police.
Well, there was a police that called me
and kind of asked me to come here, so…
- Gísli?
- Yes, Gísli.
Okay.
I'll call him.
Do you have an ID?
Yes, hello.
I have a foreign woman here
by the name of Gunhild Ahlberg.
Yes, Swedish.
Yes, well, she's standing right here.
Yes. Yep. Yep. Yeah.
He was surprised.
He said he didn't ask you to come.
Maybe not those exact words, but…
What are you doing here?
He said he was coming in half an hour
to pick you up. Put this on.
I'll get you across the river.
- No, no, no. What are you trying to do?
- I'm leaving.
It's way too soon, dear.
Ása, you came in yesterday
with acute hypothermia.
I feel perfectly fine.
I want to be discharged.
No, no. We're going to have
to observe you for just a bit longer.
Your heart could react,
so we need to watch it closely.
We also have to make sure
your kidneys are functioning normally.
I don't want to be here.
I understand.
But just let us continue to monitor
your heart, at least until you leave.
All right.
- Yes, Brynja?
- Yes?
Can you attach the ECG for me?
Uh, sure.
- Hello.
- Hello.
- You're Gunhild, right?
- Yes.
Yes. Gísli. Welcome.
- Thank you… Thank you for picking me up.
- No problem.
So, tell me, are you a relative
or family member of the other Gunhild?
No, no, I don't think so.
- Still you come all this way?
- Uh, yes. Yes.
All right. So, yeah. Come, uh, with me.
He doesn't seem worried
about those GPS readings.
No.
"I mean, why on earth
should be we concerned with that at all?"
"They've evacuated."
I'm worried about my own ass,
thank you very much.
I don't really want to be grilled alive.
Disgusting.
You're welcome.
Morning.
Did you know that
some of this tephra,
these black rocks, I mean,
are exhibiting the same readings
as the ice from the glacier you sent me?
Really?
We need to get better samples
from the eruption in 1918.
Yeah.
Then we'll see if these same
chemical compositions were present.
This is so dense.
And this black, glassy coat
is just really,
really fascinating.
He looks like you.
He's your son?
Yes.
How old is he?
He would've been, uh,
twelve.
Gríma, dear, um…
I spoke to Gísli…
…and, uh,
and he thinks that it's possible that
she might've been held captive
for some time.
- Captive?
- Yes.
Yes, that's just one theory.
And what…
- Are you saying she was ra
- We don't know yet.
But I took samples for a drug test
and biopsy.
I sent them to Reykjavík lab
just to make sure.
I just wanted to inform you.
I can't imagine what you've been through.
I'm so happy to see you.
I'm just having a hard time believing it.
Ása, you're my sister,
and you know that
I'll always love you, no matter what.
Yes.
- Everybody just left?
- Yeah, the town was evacuated.
First because of glacial floods,
and then some people returned,
but nobody lasted long
because of all the ash.
The authorities don't want people here.
It's a health hazard.
You didn't leave.
Nope.
Good morning.
I'd like to check in, please.
Uh, Gunhild.
I had a feeling you would show up.
Yes.
I remember you.
You are the hotel manager's daughter.
Yes. Hmm.
You were here the last summer
my mother ran the hotel.
I am running it now.
- Did you ever go to Nepal?
- Yes. You remember.
Yes, I went to Nepal.
I lived in India.
For a bit in Copenhagen.
So you followed your adventurous spirit?
I followed all my dreams.
All the way to the world's end
and back again to Vík.
What about you?
Did you travel more?
No, it didn't work out that way.
So you got settled?
Do you have a husband? Children?
I went back to Sweden.
And now you are back here.
It is very nice to see you again.
It's a shame that you've come now,
since the eruption
makes everything so difficult.
All these strange things happening.
Something's in the air.
It is not how it's supposed to be.
It's still good to be here.
Ah, Bergrún.
Um, I need to be able to get around.
You can't get a taxi here, right?
No, but you can take
any car that is outside.
It's an unwritten rule
that if the key is on the seat,
you can take it and use it.
- Ah. Okay.
- Mm-hmm.
Thank you.
Want a beer?
Not while I'm on duty, thank you.
What? It's just one beer, man.
Are you all right, son?
Yeah, it's just this thing with Ása.
Yeah, there was always something
between you two, right?
Well, yeah, or…
Don't you find it strange that she's back?
Yeah, sure, it's absolutely astounding.
But the ways of the Lord
are inscrutable, Einar.
OBITUARY
Dad?
She's reading her own obituary.
Maybe it was not the best idea
to give her that scrapbook.
She has to get in touch
with reality somehow.
I don't know.
I feel like I've also
lost touch with reality.
Yes, I… I understand, my dear.
If I was declared deceased,
was there a funeral or something?
No, it was a…
A kind of ceremony.
It was just last month.
When it became clear that, uh…
When we thought it was clear
that you really wouldn't be found.
So there was a funeral.
No, it was more like a…
…more like a memorial service.
It was recommended
that we'd have a final farewell.
To help us with the grieving process.
There was no casket,
so instead we made a gravestone.
Or a memorial stone.
It's in the cemetery.
You two are obviously related.
She's down the hall.
Thank you.
Hey.
Hey.
- Who are you?
- Gunhild Ahlberg.
Is that so?
Yes.
Why are you in Iceland?
I work at a hotel.
- Tell me about Thór.
- What do you mean?
What's your connection to him?
- Why do you ask?
- Just answer me.
Do you know his wife, or…
No, not at all.
How is your relationship?
I am carrying his child.
Are you keeping it?
Where are you going?
I told Kjartan I'd help him
with the milking machine.
I won't be long.
Are you leaving?
Just for a walk.
Ása, you okay?
Ása?
BECAUSE I LIVE, YOU ALSO WILL LIVE
Hi, Mommy.
LOVING WIFE AND MOTHER
Hello.
Hello, little friend.
Hello.
Hello.
- I'm looking for the farmer.
- I'm the farmer here.
Oh. Uh, I…
I'm looking for a man
who… who used to live here.
His name is Thór.
Oh, yeah. Yeah, he used to live here.
Uh, he's actually my father-in-law.
- Gunhild.
- Hi.
I'm an old friend of his, so,
maybe you could tell me
where he lives now?
Oh, he's here. He's in the cow shed
fixing the milking machine.
Come on. I'll show you.
Why would you keep farming around here?
Same reason you'd farm anywhere else,
I guess.
Doesn't the milk get polluted?
Well, we get our hay from the north,
and we check the milk every day,
so, no fluorine in it so far.
But there's no
milk collection here anymore,
so we just sell
the little milk we produce locally.
Thór!
In here.
He's in there.
Hi.
Hi.
It's been a while.
Twenty years.
Almost 21.
Are you still married?
No. I'm widowed.
I'm sorry.
What about you?
How have you been?
You know.
Good.
- It's really good to see you again.
- Hmm.
I guess you're here
because of that other Gunhild.
Yes. Yes.
Yes, you could say that.
So, you are related, aren't you?
No, no, no. Not at all.
I…
- I… I don't know who she is, so.
- Really?
You look very much the same.
- She seems to know you, though.
- Yeah.
Very strange.
She must be mistaking me for someone else.
She claims you made her pregnant.
What?
No, she is.
She's pregnant.
And she says that
you are the father of that child.
Back then, I thought there was
something between Gunhild and Thór.
Blow.
But of course I could have been wrong.
About that.
Well, I think he has
enough on his plate these days,
now that his daughter has returned.
Didn't you hear the news?
It appears that Ása is back.
Just like that.
And perfectly healthy.
It's absolutely bizarre.
Like something out of our folklore.
But it wouldn't be the first time that
Katla completely devours someone,
and spits them out later,
much, much later.
In the eruption of 1311,
a glacier burst with a flood
after Christmas.
Followed by a ton of showering ash.
But in spring,
a girl and her dog
who'd been buried in ash
were found by the people.
And they were both alive.
The people believed
that she was a changeling.
There is something odd going on.
I can feel it in my bones.
Well, should we read your cup now?
- Aren't you going to say something?
- Like what?
Something nasty about Kjartan's cooking.
You always hated…
What did you call it?
"His fat-soaked coronary sealant."
Agh!
I hate his cooking.
He has been cooking all day
and he's probably counting
on your lecture about cholesterol.
You have to tell him.
Well, when you put it like that,
I sound like a total bitch.
No, it's, um…
It's actually an old recipe
from my grandmother.
- Very good.
- Thanks.
- Ása.
- What is she doing here?
- What the fuck are you doing here?
- Darling, don't do this.
Hello?
Is that you, Eyja?
Hi, Daddy.
- Einar to Gríma.
- Gríma here.
- The group is south of the ridge.
- Okay, copy that.
Are you okay?
Katla has erupted. You need to go now!
Hey!
Gríma!
Gríma!
Gríma, I'm in trouble!
Fuck!
Gríma!
Gríma, it's Ás
- Einar, have you seen my sister?
- No.
Gríma calling Ása. Gríma calling Ása.
Ása!
Where is everyone?
Who's everyone?
Just everyone. The people.
There's no one here but us.
Ása, is it really you?
Where have you been?
What?
Where in the hell have you been?
Here.
I… I've just been here.
Hey, Ása.
Ása!
Ása!
Ása!
Shit.
Gríma to Einar.
Gríma to op center. Is anyone there?
Op center, Einar.
I need an ambulance on the glacier, now.
What's going on?
I think I found my sister, Ása.
Rakel?
- God, you scared me, Darri.
- Sorry, I didn't mean to.
I just came by to grab my gear.
Is it still in the garage?
Yes, I guess so.
I mean, you would know where it is.
- Yeah.
- Darri.
I was about to call you
so we could discuss the settlement.
- Didn't Soffía contact you?
- Soffía?
My lawyer.
No, she didn't contact me.
Really? She was gonna
send you the paperwork.
Yeah, why don't you just tell me now
so we can finish this?
I've been advised by my lawyer
not to discuss this with you directly, so…
- Look, about Mikael
- I gotta…
Just gonna grab my gear.
Darri, about the headstone.
- I want to have it made.
- What? Now?
Yes. It's been almost three years
since he died, Darri.
- Okay.
- You can't continue avoiding all of this.
You really have to start facing it.
I don't have time for this.
I have to go to Mýrdalsjökul tomorrow.
- To do what, Darri?
- Just work.
Something odd's happening
at the eruption site.
- I have to go.
- Darri.
Ca… Can't we talk about this
once I'm back?
Fine.
Great.
- What's going on at the glacier?
- I don't know.
She looks exactly like the Swede.
Can you hold her arm steady
while I insert the needle?
- Shaking so much.
- You're okay.
- Vigdís, it's a liter of RA?
- Yes, Ringer Acetat, one liter.
- I'll get it. Ask for her name.
- What do you mean?
Ask her name
to check her level of consciousness.
You're at the clinic
at Vík and Mýrdal and you're hypothermic.
Can you tell me your name?
Ása.
- Ása?
- Ása. My name's Ása.
I'm so glad that he's coming.
Oh? Why is that?
I can't think of a more qualified person
to assess it.
Hey, don't forget your poncho.
- What, should I put it on?
- It's good to have on hand.
- There's less water in the river now.
- Yeah, it seems to be subsiding.
At least people
can live in Vík these days.
- Hi, nice to see you again.
- Hi.
- I've got some extra equipment.
- Yeah.
Yes, this is Leifur.
He is helping us out here.
- Yeah, hello.
- Hi there.
- I'll go get the food supplies.
- Okay.
Have you collected many tephra samples?
Oh, yeah, a ton.
You'll see. The lab is full of that stuff.
And what?
Is everything in between simply black?
Like a dreamless sleep?
Yeah.
Can't you remember anything?
Not even a fragment of something?
Like visions or…
Vague images or dreams?
I remember we were
up on the glacier on snowmobiles.
For an urgent call.
To clear out the tourists
because of the eruption.
Then a shower of ash started.
And then what?
Then…
I don't know if it was after that…
What… What was after?
- Someone injecting me with a needle.
- Needle?
What kind?
Hypodermic.
Or…
Or was it maybe…
After I got here?
When did I get here?
What do you think?
I think we can't dismiss the possibility
that she was held captive somewhere
this entire time.
Oh my God.
I never imagined that this
could be a criminal case.
We have to take a biopsy
and run a blood test.
What the hell is going on?
- How is it possible she's alive?
- I don't know.
Dad.
Hi, Dad.
It is you.
Of course it's me.
How come you're all acting weird?
First that woman yesterday,
and now Ása.
It's really her.
Right?
Yes.
How can it be?
I don't know.
I know this sounds ridiculous, but…
Is it possible that she was,
I don't know, frozen on the glacier
this whole time?
Gríma.
N… No.
- Then where in the world has she been?
- My darling, I really don't know.
I don't know, sweetheart.
Unless, of course,
there's an uplift under Katla.
That's unlikely.
I agree that it is unlikely,
but what if it's true?
A pyroclastic flow is serious,
and if there's a chance,
even if it's a small possibility,
we should all evacuate.
Let's not predict
another Pompeii just yet.
I'm not.
I'm just saying that I think
it is irresponsible to ignore this.
Because no one wants
to be grilled alive in hot gas.
I get what you mean,
but a pyroclastic flow
is not something
we've ever seen from Katla.
It hasn't erupted for a whole year before.
- No, no.
- It's not behaving normally.
In many ways,
it's becoming more like Öræfajökull,
and he sure is known
for pyroclastic flows.
Thanks.
If you ask me, there is nothing normal
around here these days.
I know you scientists
believe nothing apart from
what you can master
with those fancy gadgets of yours.
But I can assure you
that something's happening here
that science unfortunately
has no way of explaining.
That's Bergrún, the hotel manager.
- She's a fortune teller.
- Yeah.
- She can read tea leaves and palms.
- Yeah.
And she's in good contact
with the elves.
That's right.
I think she just smoked a little too much
of something during the hippie era.
"So, Satan went out
from the presence of the Lord
and afflicted Job with painful sores
from the soles of his feet
to the crown of his head."
"Then Job took a piece of broken pottery
and scraped himself with it
"as he sat among the ashes."
"His…"
Drink carefully, darling.
"His wife said to him",
'Are you still holding on
to your integrity?'
"'Curse God and die!'"
"But he said to her,
'You speak as a foolish woman speaks.'
'Should we accept only the good from God
and then not adversity?'"
Are you okay, darling?
I see.
BELOVED MOTHER AND WIFE
Welcome.
Your room is back there.
Here are the GPS measurements.
As you can see, there's
a five-centimeter rise in a single week.
Maybe you'll see why I'm worried
about a pyroclastic cloud.
- Got an earthquake chart for that period?
- Yeah.
The seismic chart doesn't really
show anything of interest.
Mm-hmm. That GPS equipment
could have incorrect settings.
Yeah.
Then this could be a new magma intrusion
a few kilometers down.
Reset the GPS system and then
you should monitor the seismographs.
- Is… Is that it?
- Yes.
So that's the sample
with the deviations.
- Hello.
- Hi, how are you feeling?
- All right, I guess.
- That's nice to hear.
Your heart seems to be doing fine.
No irregularities there.
And your fever is down.
That's good.
Confusion and short-term memory loss
is normal with hypothermia.
- Really?
- Give it a few days.
- I'm sure it will all come back to you.
- Okay.
And, um…
I'm sure you are relieved to know
that your baby seems fine as well.
Despite the trauma.
What baby?
The urine sample that we took
confirmed that you are pregnant.
Yeah, and during the first examination,
uh, both Nurse Brynja and I noticed
that you are beginning to show.
I'm pregnant?
You really didn't know?
No.
No.
Hello.
Should you be doing that inside?
Probably not.
So…
I'd like to get a ticket to the…
…ferry-car-boat thing.
Is that right?
Yes.
Do you have a permit?
What sort of permit?
Any sort. Uh, scientist, journalist,
uh, relative of the people
that are still living in the area,
or medical or emergency personnel.
This is a closed area.
Restricted access.
- No tourists.
- Okay.
Just put me down as a relative.
Well, lady,
I don't grant out the permits here.
You have to get the permits
from the police.
Well, there was a police that called me
and kind of asked me to come here, so…
- Gísli?
- Yes, Gísli.
Okay.
I'll call him.
Do you have an ID?
Yes, hello.
I have a foreign woman here
by the name of Gunhild Ahlberg.
Yes, Swedish.
Yes, well, she's standing right here.
Yes. Yep. Yep. Yeah.
He was surprised.
He said he didn't ask you to come.
Maybe not those exact words, but…
What are you doing here?
He said he was coming in half an hour
to pick you up. Put this on.
I'll get you across the river.
- No, no, no. What are you trying to do?
- I'm leaving.
It's way too soon, dear.
Ása, you came in yesterday
with acute hypothermia.
I feel perfectly fine.
I want to be discharged.
No, no. We're going to have
to observe you for just a bit longer.
Your heart could react,
so we need to watch it closely.
We also have to make sure
your kidneys are functioning normally.
I don't want to be here.
I understand.
But just let us continue to monitor
your heart, at least until you leave.
All right.
- Yes, Brynja?
- Yes?
Can you attach the ECG for me?
Uh, sure.
- Hello.
- Hello.
- You're Gunhild, right?
- Yes.
Yes. Gísli. Welcome.
- Thank you… Thank you for picking me up.
- No problem.
So, tell me, are you a relative
or family member of the other Gunhild?
No, no, I don't think so.
- Still you come all this way?
- Uh, yes. Yes.
All right. So, yeah. Come, uh, with me.
He doesn't seem worried
about those GPS readings.
No.
"I mean, why on earth
should be we concerned with that at all?"
"They've evacuated."
I'm worried about my own ass,
thank you very much.
I don't really want to be grilled alive.
Disgusting.
You're welcome.
Morning.
Did you know that
some of this tephra,
these black rocks, I mean,
are exhibiting the same readings
as the ice from the glacier you sent me?
Really?
We need to get better samples
from the eruption in 1918.
Yeah.
Then we'll see if these same
chemical compositions were present.
This is so dense.
And this black, glassy coat
is just really,
really fascinating.
He looks like you.
He's your son?
Yes.
How old is he?
He would've been, uh,
twelve.
Gríma, dear, um…
I spoke to Gísli…
…and, uh,
and he thinks that it's possible that
she might've been held captive
for some time.
- Captive?
- Yes.
Yes, that's just one theory.
And what…
- Are you saying she was ra
- We don't know yet.
But I took samples for a drug test
and biopsy.
I sent them to Reykjavík lab
just to make sure.
I just wanted to inform you.
I can't imagine what you've been through.
I'm so happy to see you.
I'm just having a hard time believing it.
Ása, you're my sister,
and you know that
I'll always love you, no matter what.
Yes.
- Everybody just left?
- Yeah, the town was evacuated.
First because of glacial floods,
and then some people returned,
but nobody lasted long
because of all the ash.
The authorities don't want people here.
It's a health hazard.
You didn't leave.
Nope.
Good morning.
I'd like to check in, please.
Uh, Gunhild.
I had a feeling you would show up.
Yes.
I remember you.
You are the hotel manager's daughter.
Yes. Hmm.
You were here the last summer
my mother ran the hotel.
I am running it now.
- Did you ever go to Nepal?
- Yes. You remember.
Yes, I went to Nepal.
I lived in India.
For a bit in Copenhagen.
So you followed your adventurous spirit?
I followed all my dreams.
All the way to the world's end
and back again to Vík.
What about you?
Did you travel more?
No, it didn't work out that way.
So you got settled?
Do you have a husband? Children?
I went back to Sweden.
And now you are back here.
It is very nice to see you again.
It's a shame that you've come now,
since the eruption
makes everything so difficult.
All these strange things happening.
Something's in the air.
It is not how it's supposed to be.
It's still good to be here.
Ah, Bergrún.
Um, I need to be able to get around.
You can't get a taxi here, right?
No, but you can take
any car that is outside.
It's an unwritten rule
that if the key is on the seat,
you can take it and use it.
- Ah. Okay.
- Mm-hmm.
Thank you.
Want a beer?
Not while I'm on duty, thank you.
What? It's just one beer, man.
Are you all right, son?
Yeah, it's just this thing with Ása.
Yeah, there was always something
between you two, right?
Well, yeah, or…
Don't you find it strange that she's back?
Yeah, sure, it's absolutely astounding.
But the ways of the Lord
are inscrutable, Einar.
OBITUARY
Dad?
She's reading her own obituary.
Maybe it was not the best idea
to give her that scrapbook.
She has to get in touch
with reality somehow.
I don't know.
I feel like I've also
lost touch with reality.
Yes, I… I understand, my dear.
If I was declared deceased,
was there a funeral or something?
No, it was a…
A kind of ceremony.
It was just last month.
When it became clear that, uh…
When we thought it was clear
that you really wouldn't be found.
So there was a funeral.
No, it was more like a…
…more like a memorial service.
It was recommended
that we'd have a final farewell.
To help us with the grieving process.
There was no casket,
so instead we made a gravestone.
Or a memorial stone.
It's in the cemetery.
You two are obviously related.
She's down the hall.
Thank you.
Hey.
Hey.
- Who are you?
- Gunhild Ahlberg.
Is that so?
Yes.
Why are you in Iceland?
I work at a hotel.
- Tell me about Thór.
- What do you mean?
What's your connection to him?
- Why do you ask?
- Just answer me.
Do you know his wife, or…
No, not at all.
How is your relationship?
I am carrying his child.
Are you keeping it?
Where are you going?
I told Kjartan I'd help him
with the milking machine.
I won't be long.
Are you leaving?
Just for a walk.
Ása, you okay?
Ása?
BECAUSE I LIVE, YOU ALSO WILL LIVE
Hi, Mommy.
LOVING WIFE AND MOTHER
Hello.
Hello, little friend.
Hello.
Hello.
- I'm looking for the farmer.
- I'm the farmer here.
Oh. Uh, I…
I'm looking for a man
who… who used to live here.
His name is Thór.
Oh, yeah. Yeah, he used to live here.
Uh, he's actually my father-in-law.
- Gunhild.
- Hi.
I'm an old friend of his, so,
maybe you could tell me
where he lives now?
Oh, he's here. He's in the cow shed
fixing the milking machine.
Come on. I'll show you.
Why would you keep farming around here?
Same reason you'd farm anywhere else,
I guess.
Doesn't the milk get polluted?
Well, we get our hay from the north,
and we check the milk every day,
so, no fluorine in it so far.
But there's no
milk collection here anymore,
so we just sell
the little milk we produce locally.
Thór!
In here.
He's in there.
Hi.
Hi.
It's been a while.
Twenty years.
Almost 21.
Are you still married?
No. I'm widowed.
I'm sorry.
What about you?
How have you been?
You know.
Good.
- It's really good to see you again.
- Hmm.
I guess you're here
because of that other Gunhild.
Yes. Yes.
Yes, you could say that.
So, you are related, aren't you?
No, no, no. Not at all.
I…
- I… I don't know who she is, so.
- Really?
You look very much the same.
- She seems to know you, though.
- Yeah.
Very strange.
She must be mistaking me for someone else.
She claims you made her pregnant.
What?
No, she is.
She's pregnant.
And she says that
you are the father of that child.
Back then, I thought there was
something between Gunhild and Thór.
Blow.
But of course I could have been wrong.
About that.
Well, I think he has
enough on his plate these days,
now that his daughter has returned.
Didn't you hear the news?
It appears that Ása is back.
Just like that.
And perfectly healthy.
It's absolutely bizarre.
Like something out of our folklore.
But it wouldn't be the first time that
Katla completely devours someone,
and spits them out later,
much, much later.
In the eruption of 1311,
a glacier burst with a flood
after Christmas.
Followed by a ton of showering ash.
But in spring,
a girl and her dog
who'd been buried in ash
were found by the people.
And they were both alive.
The people believed
that she was a changeling.
There is something odd going on.
I can feel it in my bones.
Well, should we read your cup now?
- Aren't you going to say something?
- Like what?
Something nasty about Kjartan's cooking.
You always hated…
What did you call it?
"His fat-soaked coronary sealant."
Agh!
I hate his cooking.
He has been cooking all day
and he's probably counting
on your lecture about cholesterol.
You have to tell him.
Well, when you put it like that,
I sound like a total bitch.
No, it's, um…
It's actually an old recipe
from my grandmother.
- Very good.
- Thanks.
- Ása.
- What is she doing here?
- What the fuck are you doing here?
- Darling, don't do this.
Hello?
Is that you, Eyja?
Hi, Daddy.