It's not about whose blood you share, but who you're willing to bleed for.
- What the hell, Red? - I'm ready to go.
You look like crap. CC, are you ready?
There's a huge delivery coming. CC can give us the time and the place.
Akhmed is on the Italian's tail. One of his boys is following Marcello.
- Should we call it off? - No.
We split into four teams. The rest wait in the warehouse.
The drugs will be coming in on a boat.
- Move in on the Italians. - Turn back!
The trunk's empty.
Tom, run!
- Where's your gun? - It's in the car.
Everything looks fine.
Hands on the back. What is this?
The magazines shouldn't be on the ground. You get sand in them.
Like this, in this direction.
All pointing towards you so you can inspect them.
- Hey there. - Hi. Well?
Two hours I won't ever get back but two hours closer to home.
What's up? Huh?
Nothing much. It's just those fucking Iraqis.
What about them?
- Ready. Everything is fine, sir. - Everything is fine.
- They'll get the hang of it. - I doubt it.
So they'll die and we'll find new ones who will.
- I don't trust them. - We'll keep watching them.
I feel like they're watching us.
WARRIOR
Lena Rasmussen, 32.
The bullet perforated the right heart valve and lung
and exited through her back.
A gun was recovered near the crime scene.
Tests will determine if it's the murder weapon.
Are you okay?
No... I'm not okay.
How the hell can Akhmed's people access an area
that we've got covered, and start shooting?
We weren't prepared for there being anyone but the Italians...
You weren't prepared? You never saw them?
We watched the entrance and the Italians at the exchange site
but we weren't prepared for an attack.
- What does CC say? - I haven't talked to him yet.
- Was he arrested? - No.
That's something at least. What a goddamn mess.
And the deceased? Who was she?
She worked in one of the groups, but no one knew she was there.
Let's make her sacrifice count and nail Tom for it.
- Anything else I should know? - No.
Sure?
Are you okay?
Go home and get some sleep.
We have to find the drugs.
We have to find a safe place for you first.
- Hello? - Sis, it's CC. It's CC, buzz us in.
- Fuck... - One step at a time.
- What's going on? - He was shot. I need help.
- Get in. - Shut the door.
- Where...? - In there.
Lie down.
Careful...
What the hell are you involved in?
- He needed help, Sis. - So you brought him here?
Hello?
- You went to medical school, right? - Yes. One damn semester!
It's that biker guy, right?
So you lied to me last time. What the hell are you involved in?
- Well? - Will you help me, Sis?
Yes.
Have some water, Tom.
Bring scissors, Sis. Sit up for a bit.
1, 2, 3, come.
Open your jacket.
Cut open his left trouser leg.
Twist your arm a bit.
There.
Argh, don't do that.
Apply pressure.
Lift the leg. That's the exit wound.
Apply pressure.
Here.
- And around the leg. - Got it.
CC...
How did Akhmed know we'd be there?
He must've known about the Italian deal.
- Why the hell were the police there? - They probably followed Akhmed.
- Get hold of Marcello right now! - Thanks, Sis.
- We'll find the Italians. It's not over. - No, it's not.
Tell Bets I'm okay.
- Sure. - Thanks, man.
- I don't like this. - No. I'm sorry. It isn't optimal.
'Optimal'... jeez.
You're the only one I can turn to, Sis.
So now what?
- I have stuff to take care of. - So, you're leaving?
- And what about him? - He stays here. I'll be back soon.
- There's nothing to be scared of. - I am s cared!
You bring a biker into my home! What the hell are you thinking?
Did you even consider how dangerous this is for me?
- And if someone finds out he's here? - No one knows. No one.
Get out, CC.
I'll hurry back.
- Hi. - Come out?
You can come in.
- We shouldn't have done the raid. - No one knew that would happen.
- But we knew it was risky. - It's always risky. It was worth it.
- Was it? - Yes.
What did you get?
We arrested four from Akhmed's gang and four from Tom's.
And the Italians, but we have no drugs, nothing.
Shit!
But we have a young woman who was found dead.
She worked at the plant.
Who do you think shot her? Was it Tom?
He dropped his gun when the car was attacked. He didn't have a weapon.
- And you're sure about that? - I don't think it was him.
- What about the surveillance tapes? - We have nothing from that angle.
Do you think Tom suspects anything?
No. He thinks you were following Akhmed.
- So you're still in? - Tom trusts me.
He trusts me now more than ever.
- I don't know if I can go on. - All we can do is stick to the plan.
Otherwise nothing makes sense. We have to nail Tom on the Italian deal.
Yes.
- I'll try to get the Italians released. - Good.
You try to control Tom from the inside and we'll somehow get them to meet.
It's just... a young woman died. Because of us.
- Hey... - We could've stopped it.
- It's not your fault.
- I just can't go on... - Look at me.
It wasn't your fault.
This wasn't part of the plan.
No.
- Is that him? - Yes. Hurry.
Hi, sweetie.
What's up?
- And your contact? - She's clean.
- Everything by the book with your man? - He doesn't exist.
From now on he could be trouble.
But he's our only source of information.
Well, if his cover is blown, he may reveal his connection to you.
Get him out.
From now on it's the politicians' show.
They get their 15 minutes, and we get to put together gang packages nonstop.
Tougher sentencing, more authority.
And we need you to establish peace. No more civilian deaths.
If that happens, heads will roll. Yours first.
Right now I have no idea what to do.
Get Tom and Akhmed to the negotiating table, okay?
The gang war needs to stop now. It's a huge mess.
- Yep. - Fix it.
- Hey. - Hi.
I packed a bag for the little guy. It's in the back.
He's fine.
Tom's never 'fine'. Was he hurt?
- It isn't serious. - Did you save him?
Tom never forgets. And now he owes you.
But he never stops either. It'll only get wilder from here on out.
Are you warning me?
- I'm preparing you. - Okay.
Tom trusts you. That happened really fast.
What is it he sees in you?
He's waiting for me, Bets.
Waste Akhmed. He's gonna pay for this.
- It still tastes like crap. - Well, well. You're back.
- It's good to see you. - How are you?
Head's still on top of my neck. Is that the report from last night?
Yes. Four bikers, four gang members, two Italians, thirteen weapons
four seized cars, no drugs, no money.
- So Tom is off the hook. - No, he isn't. Are you coming?
Didn't they tell you?
What?
I was offered a job at the Herning police HQ.
I'm just here to pick up my stuff. I don't have the stomach for this...
No.
- How about you? - Well, what about me...
I can't walk away from it. Not now.
- What about Max? - Max is fine, thank you.
Take care.
You, too.
Listen up. Louise and I need five minutes, so please.
And close the door behind you. Thank you.
Forensics confirm that the gun from the scene is the murder weapon.
But there are no prints. What do we have on Tom?
- The shot wasn't recorded. - So we can't connect him to it.
- Tom lost his weapon in the attack. - And you have that from CC?
I need a detailed account of exactly where the gang was.
And of who gave what orders. Louise...
Make sure CC disappears.
We can't risk him becoming part of a trial and revealing your connection.
- But... - No. CC has to go.
We've had this discussion before. You won round 1 hands down.
You lose this one.
We tried. It didn't work.
That's that deal.
So now what?
Get Tom and Akhmed to the table and broker a peace agreement.
- Okay? - Yes.
See you.
- What about the Italians? - What about them?
Shouldn't we get rid of them before the press starts wondering about them?
Sure. Escort them out of the country. Be my guest.
"We release the Italians at the airport. Only chance for a meeting."
"Understood."
"I don't regret..."
"This morning was f..."
Fuck, that was good.
- Can you walk? - I don't know.
I won't be playing soccer any time soon.
But I can still push the pedal to the metal
in my wonderful Porsche Cayenne and run over Akhmed's black ass.
We're in play. The Italians were just released.
They want to meet us at the airport. Let's close that deal!
Sis! Thank you for your hospitality.
If you ever need anything, just pick up the phone.
- Yes. - Let me get the bag.
Thank you.
- I'm not sure I did the right thing... - You did.
- Are you sure? - It's what we do. We help each other.
- Yeah, but not like this. - It's just 'cause I'm an idiot.
Yes, you are.
Can't you be the idiot who stops by with a pizza soon?
Yes. Soon, okay? Thanks, Sis.
- What time did you expect them? - 15 fucking minutes ago, man.
They screwed us over!
- What's up? - They took off, man.
- Sold the drugs while we jacked off. - Why do you think that?
No one leaves hundreds of kilos behind without a deal.
So who has the drugs?
Take a wild guess.
Akhmed?
Why sell to someone who just attacked us?
Because the fucking dagos think he controls the street.
But I'll show them that I fucking own the street.
Are you ready, Red?
For what?
- It's your turn, man. - Shut up.
Big is dead. It's Tom's decision.
Akhmed and his fucking monkeys brought the police. We're innocent!
- Are you okay, boss? - Yeah, what's up?
- You okay? - Sure. It went right through me.
- It almost cut off my dick. - He's back!
- Welcome home, brother. - What's up? Status?
Lasse, Kim, Brian and Øller are behind bars.
- For what? - Illegal weapons possession.
Violence against a public official.
- And the girl? - Nothing.
Right. The girl's death will haunt us, so keep your mouths shut.
We were nowhere near her.
Akhmed's crew attacked us. They wasted her.
- Where is the fucking camel jockey? - No one knows.
We should expect more attacks, so we need to be prepared.
CC, make a new watch schedule.
- We already have a watch schedule. - But Big Claus is dead.
- Four brothers are in jail. - But why CC...
Because CC is our new war minister.
What's going on here?
- Have you lost your fucking mind? - He just got his colors.
Can we trust him?
Do you have a fucking problem, you little whore?
Will someone remove this little bitch before I tear her head off!?
Take five, okay.
That man just saved my life.
He's been shooting apes for 15 years. If anyone knows about war it's him.
So CC is our new war minister.
Okay.
And Big is dead.
We'll gather on the roof...
...to say goodbye to him. Now, let me eat in peace.
We've lost a brother.
A warrior has fallen.
He will be remembered.
And he will be avenged.
We don't forget.
Big...
...have fun down there.
See you soon.
- See you down there! - See you down there!
- What happened with Marcello? - Marcello never showed up.
- He sold the drugs to Akhmed. - Akhmed?
- Louise, Tom just made me war minister. - No more.
This stops now. No more.
Don't touch me.
I'll help Tom get the drugs back. Then you get both Tom and Akhmed.
- It'll be difficult, but... - We don't want difficult deals.
We want peace, CC.
Tom and Akhmed must reach a peace agreement.
That's not what you want. You want Tom in jail.
You don't know what I want. And this isn't about you.
- It's not y our war. - No, it's your war.
It always was.
You wanted this.
Hey... Easy now.
Convince Tom to come to the peace negotiations.
We already contacted him. He just needs a little nudge.
- This is not what you want. - He just needs a little nudge.
I'll meet with Akhmed tomorrow and try to bring him around.
- This is wrong, Louise. - I've been ordered to pull you out.
- But I'm giving you a chance. - A chance to do what?
The right thing.
Car two blocks the street if necessary and stops Akhmed's men.
Shake them off and meet us here at the garage.
We're kidnapping Akhmed? I thought we were wasting him.
- Hear him out. - No.
We'll do a trade-off. Akhmed for the drugs.
And where do we find him?
I'll find him.
- You know more about him than us? - No, but I intend to find out.
So you'd better be prepared from now on and until your phone rings.
- That goes for all of you. - What do you have for me?
You stay home and relax. I'll call you once we have Akhmed.
You're injured. It's for our own protection. And I have enough men.
Understood? Red, get the cars.
Make sure everyone's got their phones and are good to go.
A word.
The police want me to enter into a peace agreement with Akhmed.
Okay...
So if we do this stunt, all their offers are off the table.
- What are they offering? - Better conditions for my boys in jail.
They'll ease off us a little bit, so...
- I think you should go find Akhmed. - So do I.
Good.
Stand by with the cars. I'll send the address in a second.
I have a meeting with Akhmed. Thanks.
Hey, Louise. My favorite cop.
- Thank you for taking the time. - I always have time for you.
- How are you doing? - Fine, thanks. You?
- Fine. What can I get you? - I'm good. I need to talk to you.
- What have I done this time? - It's more what you ca n do.
Why should I do anything? Your heart only beats for Tom.
- Listen, Akhmed... - No. You listen.
That Tom fella, that you're crushing on, is going down.
We're taking over everything.
So you should be showering me with love, Louise.
That would be wasted love because you're both going down.
But I don't want violence. I don't want it to continue like this.
The shootings must stop. We want to make peace between you.
Peace... It sounds so pretty.
Who doesn't want peace?
- How many? - 25.
- Yes? - Are you at the main entrance?
- Yes. - Text me when she leaves.
- Yes. - Great, Mads.
Akhmed, you have two options. Die or go to jail.
I'm offering you a third option.
Listen, Louise.
You have a meeting when you think it might lead to something.
But you're talking about a man whose soul is rotten to the core.
He's a sick man. Talking to him makes no sense.
I'm offering you a way out of a war
that could kill your brothers and your family. That doesn't make sense?
Who will have to die in your family before you get it? These two?
Your cousins?
I'm trying to help you, Akhmed.
Are you in position? Good. Stand by.
Stand by.
You've heard my offer.
It's time-limited.
When is... the meeting?
Tonight.
- I'll call you. - Good.
Go get the boys. Go on.
Okay. Stand by. It's about to go down. Keep the engine running.
Stand by. Stand by.
Wait. Wait, wait, wait.
Wait, wait, wait.
And... now!
- Come, come! - Grab him!
Stay down! Go!
- He's got a gun! - Run him over!
Kick him off!
- You fucking whore! - Drive. Call Mads.
- God damn it! - Strips!
Get up.
What the fuck are you doing? Know what will happen to you?
Not a damn thing. No one cares about a ghetto gangster.
Don't drive too fast.
- Louise. - There's a shooting at the bridge.
I was just there.
Shots were fired, and there's been an accident.
- A patrol car is on the way. - Okay, thanks. On my way.
- What happened? - We moved the car. The driver's gone.
- The other car fled. - Witnesses?
No witnesses. It was an anonymous tip.
This is for Big Claus, fucking Paki!
Where are my drugs?
What drugs?
My drugs. Where are they?
Fuck you, man!
Where... are... my... drugs? Don't you understand Danish?
I hid it well.
Up your mother's ass.
Tom! Tom!
We need him. Let me.
Give me that towel. Out of the way, Red.
Bastard!
Where are my drugs?
What the fuck are you doing?
Stop it!
- Ready to talk? - What the fuck do you want to know?
- What's your deal with the Italians? - I don't have one.
- What is your deal with... - There's no fucking deal!
There was no deal. We just followed them, you fucking fruit.
How did you get into NCC undetected?
From the water.
At what time?
- What time? - Answer me!
Answer me!
I think it was... 10:30 or something.
Come here.
- We have a rat. - What?
The police didn't follow Akhmed. They already knew we were there.
Our entire diversion at Field's was really them screwing with us.
They knew we'd be there. They were waiting for us.
- Get everybody to the clubhouse now. - Understood.
Go.
We're not fucking done with you!
It's just you and me now.
You're going home now.
To your virgins.
- Well? - Hey...
What? What?
Suck my dick.
Sorry, buddy. Ciao.
Subtitles: Tina Goldberg