01x05 - Ashes to Ashes

[bunniefuu]

WELCOME TO UTMARK

DUST TO DUS

Coffee and reindeer jerky.

-Here you go.

-Thank you.

All the animals you see here,

they're mine.

I got them from my mother,

who in turn got them from her parents.

Now I'm the one making sure

that they're healthy and free.

You'd make a fine Sami girl.

Maybe.

-Hi.

-I'll put the kettle on.

Well, do you have

a man in your life yet, Kari?

No.

I would like to meet the right one.

-At some point.

-One can get lucky.

You're all smiles?

I'm thinking of

having a second child.

I think becoming a mother again

would be great for me.

And I think it would

be good for Bilzi to be a dad.

That family feeling, you know.

All that.

-Don't you think?

-Yes, family is a wonderful thing.

Who knows, Kari

maybe life is a fairy tale. First you

have to go through a ton of sh*t.

But then you live happily ever after.

Hey, mama?

I've brought chocolates.

And flowers.

One can get lucky.

Lucky enough to die.

-Stop it.

-What do I have to live for?

I'm old and tired.

I'm rotting away here.

And my son is a f*g.

You're well aware that I'm not.

Where's the Sami woman in your tent?

Where are my grandchildren?

What will become of my bloodline?

I don't want to hear about

that whoreson Daza,

who your father f*cked into existence.

That b*stard is living on your land,

sitting by your table.

I'll go get some coffee.

And a vase

Miss Bilzi is getting a vase.

Hurry up, Miss Bilzi,

a vase for your primulas.

Okay, let's put the stage there.

And then the arts and crafts stalls

Just put them wherever you want them.

Helene? Helene?

We must decide what to auction off

and what to raffle off.

You figure it out.

Helene?

You have

stolen my heart.

My sister, my bride.

You have stolen my heart, with

Why are you quoting the Song of Solomon?

Please, let me speak.

I'm in love with you.

You don't need to say anything now.

Listen, Odd.

You have tattoos, eat frozen pizza for

dinner and live in a studio apartment.

So?

-I'm old enough to be your mother.

-Age doesn't matter.

Perhaps not now,

but in ten years I'll be an old crone.

You're always on my mind!

I love your sermons,

your way of walking down the aisle

Odd, listen.

I can't have kids.

My flesh is sagging off my bones.

I stand there preaching and singing

hymns, but I'm empty inside.

I have nothing left to give.

Helene.

Go home, google "mature women"

and try to meet someone your own age.

-Hi! Where are you headed?

-Dad's place.

Not in the woods. There are wolves.

Backtracking all the way around

the forest would take forever.

And dad says there are no wolves here.

Ride with me.

Dad can drive you home afterwards.

Okay.

-I have chopped wood.

-I like to chop.

Hi!

-This is Elena.

-Hi.

And this is Siri and Marin.

I'm Marin. I'm Finn's daughter.

I'm Elena. I'm nobody's anything.

Well

What's going on here, Finn?

Elena lives here, for the time being.

And who is Elena?

My maid, sort of.

Where in the world is Elena from, then?

-Albania.

-Well, f*ck me.

Is this how you deal with our divorce?

By buying an Eastern European wh*re?

Do you think Marin

will be spending her weekends

with you and that prost*tute?

Get in the car, Marin. Come on.

Human trafficking

is men selling women for prostitution.

Men selling women

as if they were sheep.

I know.

We've learned about it in school.

Did you see her face?

That's the face of a battered woman.

Look at my face, Marin.

Look at my face!

This is the face of a free woman.

-We don't know how that happened.

-But we do know that those women

get subjected to violence

if they don't do as they're told.

Abused by their p*mps. It's awful.

If you don't want to see your father

again, you have my full support.

I do want to see him.

It looks like the coffee is ready,

so I'll be on my way. Bye!

-Bye!

-Take care.

I brought chocolate Swiss rolls. Expired

a few weeks ago, but perfectly fine.

I'll go get some milk.

Oh, I've done it again.

Poor Nils.

I've lost my wedding ring too.

I don't get it, Ingrid.

I don't think you seem that confused.

And now I don't remember

if you like your coffee white?

There is a liar here.

There are lies and deceit

in this house.

Forked tongue

-You had another fit.

-What did it say?

You said there was a liar in this house.

Hungerholt speaking.

Hello, anybody there?

Hi, Mom. It's me.

-Hi.

-Hi.

I'm here for the rent.

-I'll transfer the money.

-We usually pay in cash here.

Why let the authorities

meddle in our affairs?

I'm short on cash,

but I can make a withdrawal

-and drop by your office?

-Alright.

Hey, where does one go out

to have some fun?

-Have some fun?

-You know, dancing, meeting people.

There's no dancing here.

I get it,

but this is the deal of a lifetime.

Thirty-two inches.

Crystal clear technology.

Do I look like a scrap merchant?

You look like a man who recognizes

a good deal. 1000 kroner for you.

Gold and jewelry.

That's what I buy, Willman.

Nine hundred?

-Seven-fifty?

-I'll give you 500.

But it's the last time you come here

with brown goods. Get it?

Six hundred? Come on

Come on.

Hi! A bottle of tequila

and two glasses, please.

You two look tired.

May we hold your t*ts?

What a charmer!

Right?

Take a look around, Kari.

If I were you, I'd lower my expectations

significantly.

Or just stay single.

I'm dead to my family.

To my mom, my dad, my siblings.

I don't exist anymore.

I grew up with Jehovah's Witnesses.

In a congregation near Norheimsund.

That was my whole life.

Everything I knew.

But I don't want to go back there.

I want a family.

I want love.

I refused Marin to see her dad.

I'm going to file for full custody.

He punched me, he's a drunkard,

and he bought a wh*re.

I also think that

That you and I should have a baby.

Become a real family.

-That's not going to happen.

-Why not?

I'm Sami.

Hell if I'll let my blood

get watered down.

-What are you doing?

-I'm good enough to live here.

Good enough to scrub your toilet.

Good for a f*ck, but not good enough

to bear your child?

I'll stay at the motel with Marin.

It was nice while it lasted.

Let go. Let go!

Why do you think Horagallis

was everything to me?

I have no idea.

He was the closest I could get.

I've f*cked my fair share of women.

I wondered

why none of them got knocked up.

I've been to many of the fine Norwegian

hospitals.

I've jacked off in those fine,

little cups of theirs.

Been through

a bunch of examinations.

But there's nothing to be done.

We will never talk about this again.

Ever.

Hello.

Here we have the not-paid bills.

The paid bills.

Letters from the bank.

And just some other stuff.

Where I come from, you have to know

numbers, or someone will f*ck you over.

Good.

So, when are you going back to Albania?

I can't go back to Albania.

You ruined my face.

I cannot work. I have no money.

And I need money.

To go back and

Open a kiosk.

Twenty-four thousand euros.

I thought we could sing "Timeless",

by Postgirobygget.

It's a nice Norwegian pop song.

And it's upbeat.

-Kari!

-Yes.

Are you a l*sbian?

Since you're wearing men's clothes.

That's how the Oslo lesbians look.

Hi!

-May I just have a quick word with you?

-Yes.

So you guys just listen to the song

and pay attention to the lyrics.

Rumors are flying around

in the teachers' lounge.

You're planning something other

than a psalm at the church bazaar?

-Yes.

-Our tradition is to sing a psalm

at the church bazaar.

That's what we usually do.

-And everybody's happy.

-But

I didn't think

that bazaar was very church-like.

I'm sure you'll find

a nice psalm in that book.

Sure

Eilif!

How is it going with you and Marin?

It's not really working.

Luring her in, you know.

-Have you considered working out?

-Working out?

Well You're a bit chubby.

Girls usually prefer athletic bodies.

Just put your running shoes on!

Hi.

I'm so glad you shared that with me.

That thing with your semen quality.

The two of us shouldn't have secrets.

Luckily, solutions do exist.

Sperm banks

Anonymous donor. No one would know

that the child isn't yours.

We just inject, I get pregnant,

and out comes a baby.

Didn't I tell you that the two of us

would never mention this again?

Didn't I?

Hey, honey. I was on my way out.

Does he hit you?

Marin, just stay out of it. Okay?

So this is the face

of a free woman, then?

Rumor has it that Bilzi

shot two of Finn's sheep.

Rumors, rumors

-They say the new teacher is a l*sbian.

-That must be a private matter.

One of Stein's wh*res

moved in with Finn.

That's definitely a private matter.

Håvard has applied for

a hunting license for the wolf.

Good thing we're not wolves, then.

And a customs service task force

is on its way.

-What was that?

-The customs service.

Their task force. Is on its way.

A task force? Why?

They want to nail bootleggers.

To inspect the vans around here.

-That's very short notice.

-They'd rather come unannounced.

-What's that smell from you?

-Deodorant.

-Smells like women's perfume.

-It's just deodorant. It was on sale.

That's quite a deodorant.

Today we bring you gin.

Russian gin?

Yeah. The real sh*t.

The good news is that you get it

for the same price as vodka.

Gin is much more sophisticated

than vodka.

They sell gin and tonic

to the ladies at all the

-Hello?

-It's Willman.

-Customs service sent a task force.

-I can't hear you. Speak louder.

I said that customs service

has sent a task force.

-Into the microphone, for f*ck's sake!

-A task force!

I don't know when they're coming,

or when they'll be leaving.

So stay off the roads,

unless you're clean.

-No, thanks.

-What?

-No, thanks.

-What's wrong with gin?

Our customers drink vodka.

Call when it's a regular shipment.

Customs agents are around,

so you'd better hide that gin, and fast.

f*ck!

What do we do?

Drive home with all that sh*t?

Want to cross the border with

1200 bottles of gin? No, me neither.

f*cking Sami!

Yes! I'll be right there!

My grandfather had sheep.

Ingrid.

Ingrid?

Where's our flat screen?

That's our TV.

And we don't watch much TV anyway.

Hey It's time to take a little pill

again, so you'll get some

You seem a bit uneasy.

Maybe you should take that pill.

-Ingrid, come here

-I can walk on my own.

-One cups of tea.

-Almost.

"One cup of tea."

-One cup of tea.

-Two cups of tea.

Five hundred.

I applied for a hunting license.

-A wolf hunt. That'd be something!

-Shut up! It's your turn.

Picking off Finn's poor sheep

will get old at some point.

I raise 5000.

Bilzi. Lend me 5000.

-No borrowing in the middle of a hand.

-Come on!

-Okay.

-It's alright, this one time.

-I call.

-Alright, good luck.

-I'm out.

-Me too.

-Here we have a king high straight.

-Not bad!

Better luck next time, Bilzi.

-Slow rolling is not alright, Bilzi.

-It's quite alright.

We've found a number of ways to

clear off that debt of yours, sheriff.

It's me.

Your husband.

Your evil b*stard of a husband.

Your wreck.

Your miserable coward.

Your rotten as*h*le.

He's the one.

He's the one who just came home.

It's from a book.

A cook book.

Hi, Finn.

We have a small problem.

Customs service is on the prowl.

We must hide the gin.

Gin?

-Gin, gin.

-I don't want your gin here.

We'll pay one thousand per day.

You could make a pretty penny before

those damn customs agents go home.

Bloody hell.

Too much on my mind.

It's pure anatomy.

When all the blood goes to your head,

there's not enough left for your c*ck.

All that jabber of yours

about kids and sperm quality.

And the Fins who have gone to Finland

with all the booze.

And all those buyers

who are f*cking pissed off now.