Nobel (2016) s01e03 Episode Script

1 Erling, did you kill Sharif Zamani? Who? Come on.
We've got connections to the Security Service, the Armed Forces -He was Fruit For Life's landowner.
-Have you told anyone else? -Of course not! -I'm sorry.
It's your choice.
You either consider me an ally or an enemy.
-How loyal an ally are you? -100 per cent.
Why? This murder affects everything I do.
Fruit For Life, Hektor Stolt-Hansen, the Foreign Minister And above all You're my husband.
In Afghanistan, I was briefed before a mission.
Zamani was listed as a "higher value target", along with two others.
The message wasn't sent from the Armed Forces, nor from Intelligence.
It was sent from someone who's hacked the system, wanting me to be a Hitman.
So the Armed Forces and Intelligence aren't involved? Who is it, then? I don't know I don't think so.
-Hello.
-This is Ekeberg.
-Can you come see me tomorrow? -Yes.
-Good.
I'll see you.
-Bye.
Who could have sent the message? We are gathered here today to honour our colleague Sigurd Sønsteby, who lost his life in an IED attack.
Today we grieve.
But it's important that the mission continues, in his honour.
It is easy to get angry.
But don't let this discourage you.
Instead, let it strengthen your determination to carry on in the spirit of Sigurd.
Our thoughts are with his family and friends at home.
Patrol leader Jon Petter Hals would like to say a few words, before the coffin is taken to the airport.
We've been training for this at home.
We know this.
But we weren't trained to lose Sigurd.
To lose the guy who got through ranger school by making the brigadier laugh.
To lose the guy who looked like a wuss, but who beat us all at endurance, pain threshold and cooking.
To lose the guy who saved us during winter training.
Minus 30 degrees Celsius, strong winds and we were sleeping outside.
Things were going south, then Sigurd opens his bag and pulls out mutton chops and waffles.
Damn, it tasted so good.
It made us forget how cold it was.
To lose the guy who's brightened up every damn day down here, with his optimism and positivity, we sure as hell weren't trained for that.
We're supposed to fight in Sigurd's honour.
And I hope this is the fight he wants us to fight, but frankly, I'm not so sure anymore.
Right now, this mission feels so damn meaningless and I'd rather you were still alive, Sigurd.
-Was I out of line? -Absolutely not.
-Sure? -100 per cent.
Sigurd's dead, and it's okay to ask why.
-I hate being here right now.
-Me too.
But that feeling usually passes, right? I didn't get a chance to ask What went through your mind at the time? -What are you, a sports reporter? -Come on.
"You stepped on a mine, how do you feel?" What went through my mind "Is this it?" I pictured our photos in the newspaper.
And I thought: "Now we've been exposed, every single one of us.
" What did you think when you realized you were alive and Sigurd was dead? That I should have let him drive.
-Then you'd have been dead.
-Yeah.
The IED was obviously activated via cell phone.
-It's also obvious who did it.
-Sharif Zamani.
-How can you say that? -He knew we were getting his wife.
He's probably on the Kill or capture list.
-No, he isn't.
-Why not? Firstly, we can't just assume he is, we need to know.
Secondly, Zamani is important in our region.
We're in an emotionally challenging situation right now.
We need to be smart and think things through.
I want us to approach this in a friendlier manner.
Against a man who beats up his wife and kills people with roadside bombs? This country's been at war for centuries.
Everyone's lost someone.
Zamani too.
His mother, sister, father Christ Are we supposed to feel sorry for him? No, but if we can't stand tall, we've got no business here.
It sounds like you've got something planned.
What do you mean by "friendlier manner"? There's going to be a briefing later, but I might as well tell you We're meeting Zamani and the villagers in a game of buzkashi.
-What? -Is that a joke? -No joke.
-That's the stupidest thing ever.
Who's "we"? You and Jon Petter.
Only you have that level of riding skills.
This is crazy! Have you ever done it? Do you know how dangerous this is? -No worse than what you normally do.
-You can't ask us to do that.
Listen.
If we don't fix our relationship with Zamani, we risk losing more lives.
You should have told that to the Ministry of Foreign Affairs.
I did, and it didn't work.
It's my job to solve this.
Buzkashi is the solution.
A stupid idea from a retarded leader.
-Come again? -You heard me.
It's a shitty idea.
We know who planted the bomb, yet we can't do anything! Because we didn't see I'm not finished! Because we only saw it go off, and that's not enough! -Can't we just -Shut up! I'm speaking! We need them to point their guns at us before we can shoot! In that split second, when it's too fucking late! That's when the Norwegians fight.
The Americans would laugh at us.
They shoot first and ask questions later.
-They lose more soldiers.
-They kill more people, too! -We're not here to kill.
-No.
We're here to die.
-Is he alone? -Yes, he's available.
Have a seat.
I'll get straight to the point.
We're still trying to find the person who sent you the text.
We're also investigating who might have leaked classified information on our missions in Afghanistan.
But since we don't know yet I'm afraid I have to suspend you from the Special Command.
I'm sorry.
-For how long? -Until we know.
-It's a bit of a mess.
-You could say that.
But if we can't figure things out, the police are taking over.
There's going to be a civil case? Even if the murder most likely will be deemed to have been self-defence.
We don't want this to turn into a civil case.
Then all hell will break lose.
-Is that all? -One more thing.
Keep your cool.
-What did he say? -I got suspended.
-Really? -That's to be expected.
I need your help.
-To find out who sent the text.
-How? This phone.
Hi! It's Sharif Zamani's phone.
-You took it? -Yeah.
At the ceremony, I called a number he got a text from, and I could hear a phone ringing in the crowd.
-Did you find out who it was? -No, that's where you come in.
Good morning, Charlotte.
You've met Erling? -Yes, at the Concert Hall.
-Hello again.
Could you email me the guest list from the Concert Hall? -The official one? -The one the Security Service got.
The Foreign Minister's here.
It's urgent.
So Why don't you just wait here? -What's so urgent? -The political activist.
He's seeking political asylum in Norway.
-What? Who sent the message? -Don't know.
-Okay.
Don't forget the guest list.
-Sure.
INTRANE LOG ON GUEST LIS MINISTRY OF FOREIGN AFFAIRS GUEST LIS If he's granted asylum, the trade agreement's off.
30 billion kroner down the fucking drain! -I'm looking into the text's origin.
-Nora Nobel, of course.
-That's not her name -Alfred Nora Nobel.
If it's Nora, this guy's probably eligible for the Peace Prize.
Surely the chairperson doesn't date prospective laureates? I know Nora.
She often does what you'd least expect.
Even dating eligible candidates before they're nominated.
She loves to be unconventional.
This is a hundred times worse than asylum! If a Chinese agitator receives the Peace Prize, we're out in the cold.
The Embassy will close and all deals will be off, and Out of all the fucking prizes Alfred Nobel could have given us -Go see the Minister of Justice.
-He can't just evict people.
He can move the application to the top of the pile, to speed things up.
And you Talk to Nora and try to teach her some practical politics.
Let her think he can win the Prize.
Just get him out of the country now.
Hello.
-Coffee? -No, thanks.
Got anything nice planned for today? I'm visiting a friend's grave.
Charlotte, call Nora at Nobel and tell her I'll be there in five.
Yes.
-Got what you need? -Just about.
-Complete chaos? -A defector.
THE NORWEGIAN NOBEL INSTITUTE I don't get it, Nora.
The Prize is for people who want their country to be more like Norway.
-Not people who wish to live here.
-What do you mean? An Chan's application will be processed tomorrow.
He's at the top of the pile.
And once the application is made public, An Chan becomes an ordinary man, who's afraid to die.
But he won't be a Peace Prize laureate.
They aren't ordinary people who are afraid to die.
-How public is this case? -Only a few people know.
Yes.
We'll get him out.
-Are you okay? -I guess.
I spoke to Ekeberg.
-Shame about the suspension.
-Do the guys know? -Not yet.
-Good.
Hi.
Sorry I'm late.
I was stuck in traffic.
Hi.
And I'm sorry for ruining your ceremony yesterday.
-I really didn't mean to.
-Don't worry about it.
-Let me help you.
-Thanks.
I always wondered why Sigurd joined the army.
He wanted to be a restaurateur, but ended up a soldier instead.
Sigurd was a good soldier.
He could do things other people couldn't.
I'm sure his restaurant would have been great.
Erling.
What made you want to become soldiers? My father and brother were soldiers, and my mother was a lunatic, so I just had to get out of there.
We thought we'd make a final toast.
Thanks.
Thank you.
To Sigurd.
Would anybody like to say something? I want you to know that our Platoon Leader He held a great eulogy for Sigurd.
That's nice.
Sigurd talked so much about Jon Petter.
Is he still down there? Hi! Wanna go for a ride? This is silly.
Riding horses they're not familiar with.
Probably the worst horses, too.
So, what's the concept? You place a dead goat in the opponent's goal to score.
-A goat? -Yeah, a dead goat.
-Have you played it? -No, but I've seen it.
An Afghan speciality? They say it's dangerous? It is.
It doesn't look that dangerous right now.
Do you want to try? Should we put you on a raging horse, goat in hand, while ten riders come charging at you? No, I think I'll pass.
-What's our strategy? -We have to get the goat.
No, I meant How hard are we playing here? -Any thoughts? -We need to get to the middle.
Let's get in position on the side and enter from there.
-We have to get in to get the goat.
-I'm not fucking going in there.
-No? -Forget the goat.
-We're not here to win.
-Copy that.
The second you get up on the horse, you're in full-on competition mode! Is that us? Hey, carrot top! Here's your scoop! "Norwegian Special Forces riding around with a dead goat.
" That's a sure-fire Pulitzer, right? Or at least a feature article.
Come on! Jon Petter? -What was that about? -He asked about his wife.
-What did you tell him? -Nothing.
Erling, I'm going in.
-Cover me when I emerge from the group.
-Okay.
Be careful, mate.
Take it, Jon Petter! Erling! Erling! Come on! Yes! Yeah! Somebody has it.
Bloody hell.
Come on, Erling! Jon Petter! Jon Petter! -The game was your idea! -You fucking attacked him! -He pulled a fucking knife! -You should have walked away.
He killed Sigurd! Revenge isn't our game.
-War is revenge, isn't it? -No, it isn't.
We take lives, we lose lives.
It hurts, but at least it's fair.
You're not in a UN convoy in Kosovo, watching a little girl being beheaded for having the wrong surname.
You're not peacekeeping idiots.
You're not observers.
You have the right to use weapons.
-You're fucking lucky.
-Lucky? Should I tell Sigurd's mum that? You're not telling her shit.
Come with me.
That's an order.
-He's gone.
-Maybe he'll just get a reprimand.
No way.
Suspension, then a disciplinary hearing.
Today's Tuesday.
The log flight leaves Kabul tomorrow.
Burås asked me if he was good.
I should have known better.
-You couldn't have known.
-Nobody knows him better than me.
Hey, mate! Erling! Come with me.
You all right? What did Zamani say to you? He said the best thing about the IED was to watch Sigurd die.
Still, you can't be like them.
-No? -You have to be better than them.
-Don't be that way.
-Like how? -So damn proper.
-Come on.
Congrats on the new job, platoon leader.
-Stop it! -That was your dream, right? You think this is what I want? -Erling, what's going on? -Jon Petter took off.
-We think he went to see Zamani.
-Why? -Stop him before it's too late.
-All aboard? Shit, shit, shit.
-3-Alpha, 3-2-Alpha.
-This is 3-Alpha.
We've located the car behind Zamani's house.
-Stop him.
-Copy.
Out.
Do you work here? I'm looking for Jon Petter Hals's room.
-Last one on the left.
Straight ahead.
-Thanks.