The Complete Second SeasonDVD - 2017
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Opening minutes, sort of a recap:
We live on the one place where you are guaranteed a quiet life. The safest place on earth. In Fortitude, you have to be able to provide for yourself. Everyone has got a job, so there is no crime. Everybody is always happy. While you are here, you will need your own rifle and a hat. Something groovy with ear flaps. I am required to ask you if you feel safe in Fortitude?
Where did you get this?
- I found a carcass.
There is an entire carcass? What is it worth?
- It is priceless.
You know, nothing buried in permafrost ever decays. This place is a forensic treasure house.
It's not that I can't forgive you It's that you are not my man anymore.
In this place, things can come at you from nowhere.
-What kind of things?
It's happened again, Doctor Allardyce has been attacked. And Shirley is missing. I think there is something very bad going on in this place.
Mustard and chilli sauce.
-And no hotdogs.
Hot spices and condiments. This kind of food can be a sign of depression. People need the kick it gives them to feel alive.
Perhaps the wasps function as a vector. Like mosquitoes and malaria, deer tick and Lyme's disease, sand fly and Oncochersiasis.
A sandfly gouges a wound in the victims flesh in order to feed the parasitic roundworm forces its way out of the sandfly's head into the victim's blood. Result river blindness.
You might think I'm not smiling at these occasional witticisms because I'm humourless. You might think that, Natalie, but you'd be wrong. I'm not smiling much at all these days because everything about this place has me shitting my pants in expectation of some hurtling environmental catastrophe.
Bears don't come into town here unless they're starving. Really desperate. Certainly not in daylight. And even if they are crazy with hunger, they don't enter buildings.
She was attacked by wasps from the mammoth and infected with a tiny parasitic organism a toxoplasma. We've seen nothing like it. It's been in deep freeze in the permafrost for thousands of years.
Fully clothed in one sleeping bag? Can't be done.
-We're scientists, Vincent. We explore the furthest boundaries of the possible.
It's what we do.
Well when you put it like that.
You broke my heart.
-You broke mine first.
You broke mine worse.
Amyotrophic Lateral Sclerosis. You just get weaker and then one day you just can't breathe.
-Oh, no, Michael.
Everybody dies, Hildur. You you know, you just hope it's not too soon. You know, you hope it doesn't hurt too much. Nobody gets out alive.
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What can we say for definite?
- It's all about muscimol.
- A local narcotic drink made by feeding poisonous mushrooms to reindeer and then collecting the urine. Which is then drunk.
Are you making fun of me?
- No. The liver separates the narcotic from the toxins. It connects all the victims: Tavrani Tavra made it, Hindemith drank it and Bianca was killed where they took it.
So we're dealing with a turf war in this er this drug?
- No. We're dealing with a fxcking psychopath.
I'm afraid her coma is the severest type, a metabolic encephalopathy.
I want this killer found. The killer! The one killer in Fortitude!
The deer was eating it.
-Bears prey on reindeer. Not the other way round.
'm an only child. I attended the local comprehensive school and won a scholarship to read medicine at Cambridge. I did my postgraduate degree at Oxford, then a doctoral thesis at M.I.T. Vector genetic variations in host-parasite antagonistic coevolution.
There was some kind of scandal, I seem to remember, about clinical tests involving healthy human beings.
-You shouldn't believe everything you read.
That's good advice. An interesting field, medical ethics. Should we allow one person to die if it saves lives of millions?
- Joseph Stalin wasn't a doctor.
No, but he knew how to liquidate his fellow men.
Have you any idea how lucky you are? You have been paid actual money to stop governing this freezing sewer with its flesh eating wasps and headless fxcking corpses. But still you come here, into this shitty little office, trying to make yourself look important! Have you any idea how sad and ridiculous you look?
- This freezing sewer was my life, and nobody has the basic human decency to say sorry, or even fxcking why! And you don't deserve this shitty little office.
So, you currently reside in the world of the dead?
-You know it's a place I'm very familiar with. It's as real as this place.
Are you crazy?
-Maybe. I don't know, I suppose. Like all of us.
All of us what?
-I'm a shaman.
A shaman? Like a witch doctor?
-No. Not like a witch doctor. Okay. erm A spirit healer. Communes with the spirits.
Walks among the dead. Heals the sick.
You saw the blood aurora? The demon brings it. So that he can find the souls he's looking for.
He almost died saving the rest of us.
-And maybe that heroism was not truly in his character. Now he pays the cost
What are you cooking?
Really? What are you making that stuff for? Nobody in their right minds eats Luttefische these days.
I find my sense of smell's heightened. Of course right now, in this car, the overwhelming smell is fear.
-Does that surprise you?
I find I can tell the difference between pure fear, and fear tainted with guilt. And the last thing I expected There is no smell of guilt.
-I was in a place called Aruwamba. Ebola outbreak. People liquefied from the inside. We collected their body fluids. Mopped up their remains and examined them. I felt no guilt or shame amongst all that death because out of it, our work brought hope and possibility. I stank of vomit and blood and human excrement every night. But never guilt.
Tissue regeneration It's, it's, it's quiet common in nature.
Is that true?
-It is if you believe me. If you have faith in me.
There's a legend among the people here that every few generations the Gods send down a plague to remind everyone of their power. And after the plague, a, a sort of demon rises up. The chosen one and he can only be defeated by a powerful magic, and for that, the Shaman needs certain body parts.
Can I trust you, Dan?
-I'm the only one you can trust.
Didn't you try to kill me? Or did I dream that too?
-No. I didn't want you to end up like the others.
How did they end up?
-They got eaten alive from the inside by larvae from a prehistoric wasp.
If we can understand what he's thinking Get inside his way of thinking His world view
-I don't even know what my own wife is thinking!
- It's a hole.
Is it supposed to be there?
-No. Most winters, this happens. There's water down there. The hot springs inland find their way out into the bay right under the road. Don't think about taking a dip though. It's still icy cold, and the water will freeze the blood in your veins. Kill you stone dead in a minute. Man in your physical condition.
This place is a powder keg of well-armed drunks who'll shut themselves in their hovels and shoot on sight!
The film relates to the events of 1942 in the summer, it was the warmest summer in the Arctic since records began. There was a team of Russian scientists, who were from a weather station over on the east coast, they reported a plague of wasps and then a massacre. This is a reindeer herders camp. A Sami camp. Everyone dead. They sent in the Red Army who found one survivor. This man this man is infected. There's parasitic wasp inside him, just like here.
They're all dead. One man is alive. The killer. The the the the the the nutcase. The the serial psychopath.
Every morsel of that strength is needed for what I have to do. Healing you would cost too much of it. It's... one dying woman or a whole town. You understand?
Well, shamanism is an agonistic practice.
The spiritual currency is, is I suppose it's pain. Sacrifice, agonies, torments. And then more pain.
Ketamin and opioids. There really can't be any innocent explanation for this.
-Elucidate for me, in my ignorance, if you would be so good.
This drug combination which was on a repeat prescription to the lab can only have one purpose. Which would be what? Which would be to sedate someone who would otherwise wake up.
A single degree warming across the archipelago is turning a million square kilometres of frozen permafrost into thawed perma nonfrost.
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