On October 13, 2008, Filmkameratene AS received an anonymous package
with two hard disks containing 283 minutes of filmed material.
This film is a rough-cut version of that material.
Everything is shown in chronological order
and no images have been manipulated.
A team of investigators spent more than a year trying to establish
whether this was a practical joke or if the material was authentic.
They concluded that it was authentic.
Ready? Turn on the radio.
- Johanna, do you have sound? - Yes.
This isn't working.
Bear tracks were found yesterday in Volda.
A hunting party arrived there today.
The leader of the hunting party had the following to say:
We expect to locate this bear fairly quickly.
Our real concern is that a poacher has been following us.
Only a select few ever get bear-hunting licenses.
I know every single bear hunter in Norway.
That guy in the Land Rover is no bear hunter.
If he's gunning for our bear, he's breaking the law.
- Have you ever seen him? - We see him all over.
If I see him again, there'll be consequences.
He's nothing but a poacher.
- What would you like to tell him? - To lay his cards on the table.
Drive!
- There's too much traffic. - We're going to lose him!
Ready?
We know his name is Hans, but we have no last name.
Thomas, try being more serious.
But what is he doing in Volda? Who is he?
- Do we have sound? - You haven't plugged in the...
You won't get an interview with a poacher.
I don't like it when you ridicule him.
That's great! Thank you. Bye.
Thomas, that poacher is staying at the campground!
I can't say I know him, but he is here.
He's staying right over here. Want me to show you?
I don't know what that smell is, but his camper sure reeks!
- What are all those things? - I have no idea.
Thyme?
He drives off and stays out all night. He's never back before sunrise.
- He stays out all night? - Yes. Every night.
- In good spirits? - Sure.
We don't know when or if he'll show up.
- There he is! - I'm filming. Just ask him directly.
Hi. My name's Thomas. We're from Volda College.
Could we ask you a few questions?
Get lost.
Maybe we could come back...
- Did it work? - Quiet, I hear something.
Yes, I'm on my way out now.
I expect to find it tonight. Okay, fine. Bye.
- He isn't here. - He was right in front of us!
Sure, but...
- Shit! - Nice work, Thomas.
- Can you see anything? - Yeah.
Some furry things are hanging down from the ceiling.
And there's a shotgun.
We're on our way to where a bear was just found shot.
Could he have been the shooter?
Lord knows where this one came from.
I've checked with every registered bear hunter I know.
None of them shot this one.
The bear population is managed by the state.
So a downed bear like this one causes quite a fuss.
Look at this.
These tracks don't match the way a bear normally walks.
I think someone brought this bear and dumped it here.
- That's weird. - I agree. Very weird.
You're from the Wildlife Board. Finn Haugan, right?
These hunters say those aren't bear tracks.
That's ridiculous. What else would they be?
There is a bear right there, with tracks all around it.
- But why are they in doubt? - Ask them! It's crazy.
We have waited for Hans for hours, but now he's finally moving.
We think he's heading somewhere, and we are going to follow him.
Go!
It looks like he's heading for the ferry.
How long are we going to keep following him?
Can you see what he's carrying?
It's a car tire.
- What's he doing? - I can't tell.
Three, two, one, and...
Sogn og Fjordane county!
Okay, he's over there.
Just hide here.
We met a little while back.
- Really? - Thomas, from Volda College.
- Is that... - Are you following me?
We just want to ask you a couple of questions.
No.
Are you...
What were you doing in Volda?
Did you shoot that bear?
Stay the hell away from me.
Turn that off. Leave me alone!
Once we get what we need, we can go back.
It would be so awesome to get him to talk.
We have tried, plenty of times.
Do you think Michael Moore gave up after the first try?
Left arm or right foot? The one you kick with?
We have been here all afternoon.
I think he's sleeping in his trailer.
So now we wait until something happens.
Are you serious? Okay.
I have to get my sound gear.
What is this?
"No trespassing. Blasting area."
Did you see that? Was that a road?
Did you?
This road is horrible.
If we run into a bunch of inbred pig farmers, your ass is first...
- I'm not... - Stop whining.
- I'm just being honest. - Want to go back?
- Fine by me. - That's not what I meant.
Hey, wait for me!
Look here.
I don't think he's in his car.
- So we know he's here... - But what is he up to?
Here's a trail.
- I hear something in the distance. - What?
Troll!!!
Thomas!
Hurry! My car is right over here!
- What? - Something bit me!
- Are you all right? - It stings.
- You heard him yell "troll," right? - Shut up.
You need some more.
- Can I help? - There's gauze in the first-aid kit.
- Ow! Don't... - We have to get this out.
You look like hell, Thomas.
- What the hell was that? - Tetanus shot.
You yelled something back there in the woods.
- You heard him, Johanna. - What's this slime?
What did he say?
- More? - Yes.
Can you give us a ride to our car?
It isn't very smart to follow me.
Did you yell "troll" out there?
- Is that your car? - What the hell...?
- What happened? - That's our car!
Someone crushed our car.
It's completely demolished.
Look at this, Thomas.
- Hans, do you understand this? - I have an idea.
Okay, what... A bear didn't do this.
What do you think happened?
- What... - Ask him if a troll did it.
Hey, if you know what happened to my car, you should say so!
- You yelled "troll". - Forget about that!
What the hell do you want?
You want me to say trolls exist, on film?
- You find that funny? - No, but you don't actually believe...
if you want a ride, you'd better come right now.
- What should we do? - I think I'll walk.
You have our bags?
Just so we get this straight: you actually believe trolls exist?
Why are you so sure it was a bear that attacked you?
What's the matter?
Why are we stopping?
Thanks for giving us a ride.
We'd love to join you, and film what you do.
We'd be very interested.
I'll let you film me killing whatever scratched you, on one condition :
You do exactly as I say, no matter what I say. Okay?
Yes.
I feel like I'm bleeding everywhere.
- Are you admiring your wound? - Yuck! Don't film that!
- You're crazy. - I'm serious.
- Why call them? - To tell them where we are.
He isn't dangerous, just weird.
Remember, he runs the show. We do exactly as he says.
Then we'll get our footage.
No one here believes in God or Jesus?
Nope. None of us.
Don't look at me.
Serious? Because they can smell "the blood of a Christian man"?
Is that alright?
Close the gate and hang up that sign.
NO TRESPASSING. BLASTING AREA.
- Is this a land mine? - Yes. But it isn't armed.
I'm sitting on a land mine? Are you nuts?
Anyone who doesn't want to join me?
Who's changed their mind? Who's afraid of trolls?
- No. - No? Good.
Go down to that creek, take off all your clothes, and scrub yourselves.
- Especially your armpits and groin. - No way!
- Why? - To remove any body odor.
Then rub this all over yourselves and your clothes.
- What is that? - Troll stench.
- Rub it all over your bodies. - It reeks! No way. Forget about it.
You have to smell like a troll, or they'll smell us and run away.
Christ!
- No. No way! - I'm not doing this, Thomas.
Forget about it!
You agreed to do exactly as I said.
If you don't do it, I'll go up there alone and leave you here.
Is that understood?
Are you ready? You're all greased up?
You look cute.
Here, flashlights for you.
- What is that? - A big flash bulb, basically.
Hans? That weapon. How do you use it?
It blasts a powerful ultraviolet beam.
UVB rays. The same as the sun, or a tanning lamp.
Don't you know sunlight turns them to stone, Thomas?
- Right. Or they explode. - Haven't you read anything?
I read fairy tales when I was a kid, but... Did you know that, Kalle?
So, what do you do if a troll wants to have an eating contest with you?
Eating contest?
Fairy tales usually don't match reality.
They seem to in this case.
- Troll piss. - Christ!
You can smell it all the way over here.
Listen, I'm hunting a Ringlefinch. There's piss everywhere.
He's marking. Looks like he's been chased from his territory.
He seems sick. I'd like to find out what's wrong with him.
A blood sample from the troll?
I don't have the right equipment.
You too. Bye.
I need help to find out what's wrong.
But a blood sample...
That won't be easy.
Who were you talking to?
A veterinarian.
A vet!
If you wait here, I'll try to chase the troll out.
Is this what you imagined?
I bet it's going to take him some time to find a troll out there.
I feel sorry for him if he really believes in trolls.
Maybe he's filming us.
- That's probably what he's doing. - He's somewhere laughing at us.
While we sit here like idiots.
Lingonberry?
- In the woods? - Yes, with no food or water.
- Cool! - What?
It's a night-vision camera.
Listen!
That's just him.
One week, or being bitten by a bear.
- It makes for a good story. - You would look ridiculous!
- So I think I'll choose that. - Being bitten by a bear?
Do you feel that?
I'm picking up some strange sounds.
What is that?
Seriously. What's going on?
What is this?
This is one real bad joke.
It's a Tosserlad! Get the hell out of here!
Run, dammit!
- Did you see that? - Yes.
Where did it go? Do you see it?
Get behind my car!
No!
- Give me the camera! - No!
Where is Johanna?
Thomas! Kalle!
- Johanna! - It's real!
I told you so! I knew it!
They are real!
- Say something. - It's been turned to stone!
We ran through the woods...
Why the hell did you say that none of you were Christian?
The way that troll sniffed around... Obviously one of you believes in God.
I don't believe in God. I sang in a church teen choir...
But that's because my parents forced me to.
I don't believe in God. I'm serious.
- I can tell it's not her. - What? How?
Knock it off. That was some genetically-engineered monster.
- That's a troll. - Nonsense!
Question! Why doesn't anybody know about this?
Because someone doesn't want people to know.
The government?
Is the government behind this? Do you work for them?
- Why show it to us now? - Because I'm tired of this shitty job.
I have no rights whatsoever. I get no night bonus.
No overtime. No nuisance compensation.
Maybe it's time for a change in troll management.
- So if you could get this on TV... - That shouldn't be a problem.
Come on.
You want to see more of these, learn what's really going on?
You might want to step back.
Holy shit!
Anyone need some gravel?
Who the hell is that?
- Who is that? - I don't know.
Hi there.
It's that guy we filmed...
What is this, Hans? A film crew?
They wanted to see some trolls.
Aren't you that guy from the Wildlife Board?
This is an exceptionally bad idea.
Turn off that camera. I have enough problems.
The valley is full of dead cattle.
I can't talk about this on film. Turn off that camera.
- Put it down. - We're allowed to film here.
- Sure you're on top of this? - Totally.
As soon as the scapegoat arrives, I will take care of the rest.
PIOTER'S POLISH PAINT SERVICE
The Ringlefinch is still out there.
Then find it!
Two German tourists disappeared last night.
- We expect to lose a few more. - That isn't my problem.
If you think I'll let you keep those recordings, you're wrong!
It says "Pioter's Polish Paint Service".
What exactly is your job description?
My job is to kill any troll that breaks out of its territory
- and comes near people. - How often do they break out?
Rarely. This is a special situation. Too many trolls are out and about.
Finn is a...bureaucrat.
He works for TSS. His primary job is to prevent...
To keep people from knowing that trolls exist.
In one sense, you are a true Norwegian hero.
No, you're wrong about that.
There's nothing heroic about what I do. It's dirty work.
How can no one know about this?
Let's take these recordings, drive to Oslo, and sell them for a fortune.
We can't do that yet. We have to keep following him.
Finn is pissed off.
- Now what? - Breakfast.
- You should eat something too. - I'm not hungry.
I feel a little...nauseous.
How many types of troll are there?
You have two main groups: mountain trolls and woodland trolls.
The subgroups include Ringlefinch, Tosserlad, Rimetosser.
Mountain Kings.
The Harding, out west.
But that troll we saw... Do they all have three heads?
No, there are many variations.
The heads develop as they age. They aren't born with three.
They are usually born with one. The others appear later.
They only have an eye in the middle, the original, head.
The other heads aren't really heads. They're a sort of protuberance.
Their function is to scare other trolls.
Or impress the females.
What is that form?
- What does TSS stand for? - Troll Security Service.
We have to fill out this form after each kill.
Location, gender, whether it blew up or turned to stone...
SLAYED TROLL FORM
In fairy tales, trolls wear clothes and talk like people.
- They're just like people. - Fairy tales are for kids.
Trolls are animals. Predators.
They eat, shit and mate. Eat anything they can.
- How old can trolls get? - 1 000, 1200 years.
- And their intelligence level? - In the pits. They are not bright.
They manage to eat. But how hard is it to survive on rocks?
I once saw a troll try to eat its own tail.
His head between his legs, he tried to suck down his own tail.
He started gagging on it, tipped over and rolled down a hill like a wheel.
- I was a Navy Ranger. - And that led you to troll hunting?
No, they were looking for someone who could...
- So you're the only one in Norway? - Yes.
Are we leaving?
- They eat all sorts of crap. - Do they eat people?
- You want to offer yourself? - No. But have they eaten people?
- Are those troll tails? - Yes. Some skinned, some whole.
- Why? - So it smells like troll in here.
Why do you want a troll smell?
So I can approach the trolls without them noticing.
- Tanning lamps? - Yes.
- You can get skin cancer. - I use sunscreen.
I have trouble sleeping in the dark.
- Is that what we rubbed on ourselves? - Yes.
- What is it? - Concentrated troll stench.
A mixture of all the crap you can squeeze out of a troll.
Let's go find that Ringlefinch before he eats every animal in the county.
Two German tourists were found killed by a bear.
Finn Haugan from the Wildlife Board is investigating the tragedy.
Do you know where the troll might be?
No.
What are you looking for?
Rock slides, toppled trees, things like that.
See anything?
- Do I look like that famous painting? - Yeah.
Maybe you should see a doctor?
- Do you really feel sick? - It comes and goes.
- Are we safe here? - They only come out at night.
Kalle, can't we...
It hasn't been triggered. Some small trolls have taken the bait.
Concrete and charcoal is an unbeatable combination.
- Do it now! - Now?
Hans thinks he has found the trail of a Ringlefinch...
Hans thinks he has found tracks.
Some farmers have found sheep carcasses nearby.
Hans thinks there's a link between the two.
Hurry up!
Global warming has led to changes...
...in our flora and fauna.
These tracks you see around here...
are from a Russian bear that came through Finland and Sweden.
The bear stores its food here under the bridge.
- Isn't that strange behavior? - Not for Russian bears.
Due to the long, hard winters, they store their food. Just like squirrels.
Aren't these tracks a little strange?
That's the left foot. And the right foot is over here.
Has the bear walked cross-legged?
I assume you have seen bear tracks before.
Hey, what about those tracks?
He's gnawed at the bark. Typical Ringlefinch behavior.
He'll be back tonight. I have something to lure him with.
- And then you'll kill him? - Yes.
But first, I need to get that blood sample.
Is this the syringe?
This is horrible! It's cruelty to animals.
Cruelty? He's just using them as bait.
You're too far away. Move closer.
No, I'll just zoom. We can see fine from here.
What working hours...
We've been here forever. Maybe no troll will show up?
- We can see fine from here. - But we can see better from there!
Come on.
It's here.
Hear that?
Run!
God, I hate this crap!
Keep your distance. I'm about to toss out some Christian man's blood.
Move back!
Shit! Kalle! Thomas!
Move! Move over!
Are you alright? Hey...
Are you alright?
Help him up.
- Come on, Hans. - Are you alright?
Careful with that red button.
Give me the syringe.
Stay up there.
Now we know that trolls also explode.
- How are you doing? - Fine, thanks.
Could've been worse.
Just a little sore.
A little sore?
This is crazy!
At least I got the blood sample.
I'll be there in a half hour. Thanks. Bye.
You look like a newborn!
It's just a film team. They have some questions.
ARDAL PET CLINIC
- Is that the blood? - Yes.
- It was quite a struggle. - I can tell.
You're a mess!
- Thanks. - There's a bathroom in there.
- What do you see? - There aren't enough red blood cells.
This will take me a couple of days.
Could we have a short interview?
If you could just stand... or maybe sit over there.
- What should I tell them? - Everything.
- We aren't allowed. - I take full responsibility.
The trolls' main problem is that they can't convert vitamin D
from the sunlight, into calcium.
So when they are exposed to bright sunlight, their bodies overreact.
Their stomachs expand.
Gases are forced into their intestines and veins. This becomes unbearable.
- And they explode? - They explode.
- But some trolls turn to stone. - Yes, the older ones.
Their veins are too constricted, so the expansion occurs in their bones.
In a matter of seconds, everything calcifies and they turn to stone.
I wish they didn't have to experience such pain.
It is traumatic for them, even though it only takes a few seconds.
We would have preferred to give them an injection.
- I'll have the results in a few days. - And you'll call me?
- Bye. - Bye.
- Ready to go? - Sure.
- Why all these local newspapers? - To collect information.
- About what? - Trolls.
Accidents and things that have happened, that trolls are behind.
- I have files back there. - Can I take a look?
- "Road disappeared." - People want natural explanations.
But if you know what to look for, you'll see what's caused by trolls.
This bridge was smashed by a wading troll that bumped his head.
Are there trolls that big?
Yes, the Jotnar. I'm the only person to have seen one.
There's a mountain troll territory on the Finnmark plateau.
And one on the Hardanger plateau.
Three in Jotunheimen, one in Dovre.
We have to find out where the problem lies. Jotunheimen is closest.
We are on our way to the first territory Hans wants to check.
At the moment, we are circling around the territory.
The territory ends up here, and because this tire is intact...
Hans says no trolls have left this territory.
If they had left, they would have gnawed on this tire.
Smile!
Film over there.
Trolls love to gnaw on old car tires.
One has tried to kick his way into the good stuff here, but failed.
- How many trolls are there? - Impossible to say.
You must have some idea?
The gestation period is 10 to 15 years. And they only have one kid.
- Are they mammals? - Yes.
Let's see...
One, two, three, four, five, six, seven, eight.
This looks fine. All the stones are in the same position.
This is apparently a battle area.
Mountain trolls and woodland trolls often come to blows here.
They throw stones at each other.
But there has been little activity here lately.
The guy behind us is paying. Isn't that what they say?
Remember that big Jotnar? They live here in Jotunheimen.
- Where? - Inside the mountains.
- What are we doing? - Just wait here.
I ate an entire loaf of bread.
Finn refuses to give in.
He claims all the runaways are from Dovre.
Because he doesn't see any in this satellite photo.
But you can't see trolls in satellite photos!
Let's get to the bottom of this.
We are on our way to a farm that was on the local news recently.
Hans thinks it's troll related.
Wow, look at that!
Did you get that?
- What happened here? - A tornado.
- Did you see it happen? - No.
Look at the position of those trees.
They should all point in the same direction.
Who showed you that map?
They didn't say who they were.
But they had fancy weather charts and satellite images.
And we saw what looked like a tornado.
At least three trolls ran though here and continued northward.
How can it be that no one sees huge beasts rampage across a field like this?
We'll come back tonight. Head into the woods.
I'm tired.
- I don't like this. - Let's stick together.
Seriously, Kalle.
We have to follow him.
What do you think we should do?
There are tracks further in.
Here's their trail. They've passed through here.
- We can't stay here alone. - This way!
An abandoned mine.
- They've been here. - I'm not going in there!
There aren't any trolls there now.
Come on.
- Are you sure? - Sure.
No, there's nobody home.
I need the troll stench.
- Here. - I can take the camera.
Everything okay?
A whole pack of trolls lives here. This is a lair.
- We can leave. - Come on, let's get out of here!
Let's go.
Come on!
I'm coming!
Closer to the wall!
Head back inside!
Quick, in here!
Turn off your flashlights!
I have to get out of here.
- Do you have any more troll stench? - No, not here.
Just relax. Breathe easy.
Calm down.
- Why are you so nervous? - I'm Christian!
- We're going to die! - Damn!
You'd better not start sweating!
Dear Lord...
Shut up!
Run!
Sunlight!
It still works.
There are more in there. I'll have to get them later.
Mountain Kings.
Why didn't he just say he was Christian?
I have to go to Dovre to find out why they keep running away.
I can give you a ride down, if you want to quit.
- What are you doing? - Looking for those tapes.
In my trailer?
- Are you filming? - No.
- It's out of control. - Why aren't you up there?
I refuse to go into their territory. There's no way.
- Turn off that camera. - It's off.
But don't people have a right to know?
- What is your job? - That's confidential information.
Why don't we have a right to know? People are dying!
Why is this so secret?
- People have a right to know. - No.
- Hands off the camera. - This is none of your business.
Yes, this happens to be my business!
- Get lost! - This isn't over.
I'm going to check it out. Do you want to join me?
- Yes. - Are you ready for that?
- Yes. - Okay, let's keep on filming.
Let's find a new camera and continue.
Here comes our new camerawoman. Malica.
- Malica. - Thomas.
You are not Christian.
- You don't believe in Jesus or God? - I'm a Muslim.
Excellent.
Muslim is okay, right?
I honestly don't know. We'll see what happens.
- It must be okay. - We're filming musk oxen, right?
No, not exactly.
- Let's go. - Yes, we might as well.
We'll explain on the way.
- Where have you worked? - Norwegian TV, BBC...
- I just filmed some lions in Tanzania. - Lions. Good.
I've never seen anything like this.
Holy shit.
They've broken every single tree over several acres.
I assume what has happened is that a Jotnar has run through here.
A giant, over 200 feet tall, has chased the Dovre trolls down here.
We don't want Jotnars running around.
Give me a break. Do you all actually believe in trolls?
You think a squirrel rampaged through here?
If only the trolls were happy. But TSS wants to keep a lid on everything.
Those may look like normal power lines,
but they're electric fences to keep the trolls at bay.
I don't know how they broke through. I'll have to check.
Let's go visit the clowns in charge of the power grid.
- Do they know about the trolls? - No way.
Have you had any problems up in Dovre?
Yes, you could say that. You can hang your coats here.
Over here.
Several hundred meters of power line, knocked to the ground. 300,000 volts.
- When did this happen? - Three weeks ago.
- Do you know how it happened? - No. No one does.
Those cables are supposed to withstand hurricanes. We have no clue.
- Is this a school project? - Yes. Volda College.
- Are you a teacher? - No.
Where does that line go?
It runs from here...
then north, in a loop, and back to here.
- So it runs in a circle? - Yes, exactly.
You don't find that strange?
Maybe a little.
- Yes, it is strange. - The power leads to nowhere.
Well, it does lead in a circle. And in a beautiful landscape.
If a Jotnar runs through a power line, something is seriously wrong.
I'd better get up there and try to find it.
The territory starts there.
It's hell to put up new pylons. Activists and farmers always complain.
I think they're pretty.
Those were placed out here as food for trolls.
This is the territory. We have been here.
And here. And no sign of trolls.
I think we should try this area next.
There's a TSS cabin up there where we can wait.
Some scientists say it is caused by natural phenomena, while others...
...more than 1000 quakes registered...
We are in a troll territory now.
You don't seem to like entering these territories.
Is there some particular reason?
There was a mountain troll territory up in Strynefjell.
Back in the '70s they decided to build tunnels through that troll-rich area.
Both the TSS and I tried to object, but to no avail.
I was given the task of going in and exterminating all the trolls.
Every last one.
Pregnant females. Kids.
Newborns that hadn't even learned to walk.
It was a massacre.
Hans' entire life has revolved around trolls.
Every day has been a struggle with and for trolls.
In many ways, he is a superhero here in Norway.
What would we have done without him?
That makes it all the more important for us to make this movie.
My shoulder.
Are you alright?
The sun will be up in an hour.
Should we go too?
He sounds a bit big, but I'll give it a shot.
It sounds like he's snapped completely.
This could be problematic.
Your phone is ringing, Hans.
- Where is it? - On my seat.
Thomas speaking.
He's a little busy right now. Can I...
Rabies?
- That Ringlefinch had rabies. - Let me talk to Hilde.
Hi Hilde.
Are you sure?
That makes sense.
Okay. You take care too.
Bye.
I'll bet all the trolls we've met had rabies.
This guy has spread it to the Ringlefinches and Mountain Kings.
- And even to you, Thomas. - Me?
I don't have rabies.
Hello! Dogs have rabies.
If you have rabies, you have to get to a hospital.
If you think he has rabies, he needs medical attention!
I don't have rabies.
You can't just say I have rabies! If so, we need a hospital now!
- That beast is on its way. Get inside! - I couldn't care less!
- We can't stay in here. - Look!
Is it coming this way?
Go outside? Are you crazy?
He's leaving!
Don't move! I'll try to lure him this way.
What a friend we have in Jesus...
What is he doing?
What's happening?
The flash ran out of power.
Definitely rabies.
Can we go to the hospital now?
- No, he needs a few more doses. - What are you talking about?
But first I have to wear him out.
He's closing in on us!
- Now we're getting away! - Good.
- There's somebody up ahead! - Stop, Hans!
- Get in! - Hurry, dammit!
Go! Go!
- Where are you going? - Stay here!
- Hans! - Get back inside!
Oh my God!
Get back in the car!
- Who are you? - A seismologist.
I have to get in front of him.
Look out!
Is it on?
Hans, what are you doing?
I have to give him the finishing blow!
- With that? -Yes.
I hope you have all the footage you need.
This road will lead you to the highway.
There's no more roaring!
Malica...
Stop fooling around. That's troll on tape.
Here is the footage.
Am I bleeding? What did you say?
- Are you okay? - Sure, I'm fine.
Look! Over there!
Isn't that Finn and the others?
Shit, it's Finn. Give me the camera!
Thomas, what are you doing?
The recordings end here.
No body was ever found in the mine
and the teenagers behind the recordings have vanished without a trace.
We strongly encourage anyone with information about their fate
to contact Filmkameratene AS or your nearest police station.
It has been impossible to get the Government
to confirm the existence of the Troll Security Service.
However, an indirect confirmation was given
during Norwegian Prime Minister Jens Stoltenberg's
biannual press conference in Oslo on June 25, 2010.
The press didn't get the point.
We want to protect the Norwegian environment as best we can.
Few people find power grids attractive.
I certainly don't.
Norwegians are pro electricity,
but against power lines. That won't work in the long run.
Norway has trolls, so more power lines are needed.
- That's just the way it is. - That's a wrap!
TROLLHUNTER
Subtitles: Nick Norris DVD OCR & Resync: PuffyRainbowCloud