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How come nobody has been able to expose them yet?

I'm telling you they're extremely smart.

You think you can stop them? Chippen vs. everyone else?

It's a burn, not a tattoo.

The Mimicas came here during the war.

You'll stay on the Mimicas together.

They knew when to escape. - You think someone tipped them off?

You think she's screwing with someone? -- Blanka? No.

I have a bullet with her name on and she knows it.

Inez... - Sven?

You have 4 messages.

Hey, I saw you in the cafeteria, you were so hot!

See you tonight. Kiss.

Hey, I'll be late tonight, I'll bring pizza.

Call me if you want something different.

NO SUSPECTS FOR THE MURDER OF THE POLICEMAN.

As yet, there have been no arrests for the two murders near Nynäshamm.

It's been two weeks since a policeman and a retired farmer have been found dead.

Despite the large-scale searches, the killer has yet to be found.

What is this about?

Sven died because we have a leak. There's no other explanation.

We know that he was probably killed by the clan Mimica.

We too have an infiltrate: Inez. -- But we don't know who she is.

This must stay just between us.

We must create a safe cell.

A sort of inner circle?

You can call it like that.

And this inner circle should be investigating the Mimicas? - Precisely.

What about the others? -- They'll stay on the Mobsters.

Under my command? -- Of course.

You're saying I should mislead the whole department and create a sort of secret investigative team?

Yes. - That's illegal. We can get arrested for that.

I know... Björn?

It's insane... but she's right, it's the only way.

So?

We'll need to be downright efficient.

The moment we catch the man with the burn, the group is dismissed.

How do we move?

Björn will continue Sven's work and watch the Mimicas.

I'll handle Inez.

We gonna need a place to meet. - You can come to my place. - Good.

BEFORE WE DIE

Ok, Fausta just received a report from forensics.

Short version: Sara Andersson, Mobsters' first lady, executed.

Sven, Åke and Sara were killed with the same weapon.

A very unusual TOZ-36 from Russia. There's only a couple of those in the Country.

Sara's murder is an inside job? - Probably. We'll find out.

That's stupid, to use the same gun.

Wit is not Mobsters' best feature.

Did we get some DNA from Sven's murder place?

Yes, blood and skin on the barbed wire. Still waiting for the results.

We'll get them. Get on with it.

You lied about the DNA, didn't you?

Yes... I got the results today.

So? -- No match.

That means the Mobsters are innocent. -- It's got to disappear.

Already done. I'll burn in hell for this. -- I'll meet you there.

Hey. Come in.

How's going?

What you're up to? - Looking for letters, postcards, receipts...

Get out of here!

I knew something was wrong with Sven. A sort of silence.

Do you need help? - I collected all of Sven's work notes.

You take these. - Good.

Hi, Jonsson.

Chippen... you saved me.

I can't take this dog anymore.

Christian... hi. - Hi.

What are you here for? - To walk Jonsson. Alright?

Let's go. I'll be back shortly.

Can I come too?

How are you?

I mean it. - How did Sven die?

I only know what was on the papers.

It must be tough for you. I know how close you two were.

Have you got someone to talk to? - I don't need it.

The funeral is for the 14th. If you like, we could...

It's gonna be a big deal? I mean... with the press and the police?

Most likely.

Go, Jonsson! Show me how you can run!

Need a ride? - I'll take the bus. Bye.

Good morning, Inez. I admire you for what you're doing.

Thanks.

Who's the man with the burn on his neck?

Have no idea.

Shall we meet?

THE BLOODY MASSACRE OF LOS ARCOS' CARTEL.

Croatia!

We sailed there last summer.

It looks beautiful.

It's like Italy, only better.

Are you planning to go? - I don't know... I'm thinking about it.

We're planning to go this way, fully focused on the Mobsters.

It's not fair... why Sven?

It was my first thought, why it's always the best that go first?

One can't understand how it feels to lose one of your crew.

One for whom you're responsible...

I also was Sven's supervising officer...

It's a fear that never leaves me.

It shouldn't happen, but it does.

He should be sitting here now.

We were at the Academy together.

I truly admired him.

So many feelings... desperation, anger...

...but at the same time I'm extremely scared.

Scared of what?

Of what I'll have to do if we don't catch the killers.

What if I'm forced to give you the booth, Tina?

That would be awful.

We'll get them. - I pray God you're right.

It's all down to that.

How it went?

Hi, Rakel. What you mean?

I mean with Kanehed. He only talked about himself, right?

Well, yes... - Still nothing on the DNA?

Nothing.

It seems very strange. - You're right, I'll call them tomorrow.

Listen, Tina...

How can you be so sure it was the Mobsters?

I'm not. - You're not?

I'm only applying logic, calculation of probabilities.

Everything leads to the Mobsters, but it might not be them.

Time is running though and we have to take risks. Do you understand?

See you tomorrow. - Ok.

It's the World Cup trials! - Basketball... who cares?

Are you kiddin'? We play Montenegro!

We'll crush them! Blanka, it's basketball night.

Forget it, I gotta study. - Come on... Christian!

Right, you're Swedish... you like football.

And skiing... our little Sweed.

Aren't you eating something?

Forget it... it's you and me, Davor. - I can't, Odbor night.

Odbor? Tonight? - Yes.

You and...? - Focus on your job.

Don't you have stuff to pick up? - Why can't Jovan do it?

'Cause I say so. Just go.

Where? - Hallunda.

Alright, shall we go?

Well, well...

Good morning, Stefan Vargic... or whatever the fuck your name is.

Gotcha.

Yes, Sunee.

I don't know, 5 or 6.

Just send me a sms.

Why not? Send me... yes, yes.

I'm writing... I'm writing.

Bread, milk...

Shit... I'll call you back!

Oy, oy, oy... who might you be?

Gone...

What's this stench?

What the fuck is that? - Rotten fish!

What do we do then?

You're not thinking I'm gonna touch that shit, right?

There's pounds of cocaine. - I don't give a...

I don't give a shit. Fuck Davor!

My father was Miroslav Vargic, and...

Our fathers fought together for 30 years...

...and he treats me like a baby! Fuck Davor!

Come on, Stefan... - No!

What's Odbor?

The War Council. It manages the family.

It's him, Zvonomir and Majmun. No one else.

Sorry... Maj...? - Maimun. The ape, the burned man.

The one with the Russian bike? - Exactly. He's got a burn on the neck.

He's not even family. Davor's father found him in a basement. He's an animal.

They're organizing operation Krajina.

What's Operation Krajina...? - Forget it.

It's something big... the biggest ever.

Fuck it... let's go.

We can't just go... - I'll tell Davor we didn't find any cocaine. Are you coming?

His name is Majmun, the Ape.

They're planning something big: Operation Krajina.

How much? - About nine pounds.

You had to... clean the fish.

I can smell it.

I might have to lower the price.

Do you wanna check? - No, thanks. How many boxes of fish?

Well... 6... 5... thousands...

Zvonomir said that Stefan spent the afternoon drinking at Riche's.

I'm glad I got to meet you, Christian. You're a special kind of kid.

You have integrity.

This is for you. A token of my appreciation.

Thanks.

From now on, you gonna have more important tasks.

Go home now.

Hi, Solgerd.

What? No, you can't.

What are you saying? Are you at home?

Hello?

You're not gonna euthanize Jonsson! You got no right to kill Sven's dog!

I never wanted the dog. Do you have any other suggestion?

I won't let you do it.

Welcome home.

Are you hungry?

You like meatballs?

I gotta go now. See you later.

Christian, come here.

Taste this. One client said it's too salty.

It's the first time I cook this.

Delicious.

You're not a good liar. - I mean it!

You're too good, you shouldn't be here.

I see it in your eyes.

What you mean?

You're not a real gangster. You should be like... a youth worker.

Or a policeman. So now, tell me how it is.

Its like school cafeteria food.

You asshole! - Hey! What the fuck!

Sorry... what have I done...?

I'm sorry...

Are you ok? It's getting all red.

You should get an eye patch. - Yes, that would be cool...

It's too dangerous, Blanka.

Shit! - What...?

It's just a cellphone...

You have two cellphones... why two?

Hi. - What's up here?

I have to... I lost my cellphone.

Is there something to eat? - Yes... soup, ham, "cacciatora"...

Fix something up. - Ok.

Thanks. - You're welcome.

We'll continue later, we need to work in peace.

Take it somewhere else.

Breakfast is there.

Anything on Majmun or Krajina? - Nothing.

Tell me you're joking.

Nothing nowhere.

All we know is the name Majmun, the Ape and that he's Davor's right arm.

About Krajina, we know only what Inez told us.

Something wrong?

I spoke to Kanehed the other day.

He basically threatened me.

Who cares what Kanehed says?

They're starting to suspect something's not right.

Rakel is all over me.

What do you suggest? - I don't know.

We need to get results as soon as possible. Forensic evidence, DNA...

If we get Maimun's DNA and match it with the one on the barbed wire...

Ask Inez.

Don't look at me, go play. You been whining in front of the door since 4.

I need more on Majmun.

What the fuck... What?

DNA, fingerprints...

How about a glass he drank from?

Yes.

Let's go, Jonsson.

Morning. - Morning, Christian. What are you doing here?

Aren't you starting at 10? - I wanted to be alone with you...

Let me do it. - No, you clean up No. 12.

I'll do that too. - I said clean up 12. What's up with you?

I don't wanna hear "Our little Swedish is a slacker!"

Swedish kids need a bit more spanking.

Dubravca, wait!

I was thinking... - One second... I gotta answer that.

"Unknown number"... what were you saying?

I... I forgot what it was.

Morning, Stefan. - Leave it, we have to go.

I'll take it outside. - I said we're going.

Don't I have 3 minutes?

Jovan, take out the trash. Do something, for fuck's sake!

Yes.

Hello...? - What do we have to do?

What do you think? Work, work, work... We gotta clean up the fish truck.

Boss from Los Arcos killed by the military.

Björn, let's go.

We have him. - Who? - Majmun.

DNA and prints on a glass, in a bag outside the restaurant.

How did she do that? - I have no idea.

If we get a DNA match, we'll know it's him. Where's Tina?

I don't know. I'll wait for you in the car.

Are you sure you don't want me to do it?

Ask me again and I'll hit you with my head.

I'm in. - Ok.

Got it.

Let's start.

It's too old.

I'm stuck. - What?

There's people in the backyard. Make 'em go away!

Of course... how am I supposed to do that?

I don't know... come up with something! - Ok, ok.

You cheated! Stand back! - Look!

What was that? - It was a stun grenade.

I spoke with some men, they say a gas pipe exploded.

A gas pipe?

So they say...

What do you expect...? - Something heroic.

DNA, fingerprints, everything. No protocol, you send it only to me.

When... - Tomorrow.

...and as a sign of my gratitude...

It would be a shame if these were to get destroyed.

I say no, Björn... it's not worth it.

Ok, I respect that. - Thanks.

Your daughter's bar is going well, isn't?

Yes. - Good, I'm glad about that.

In Financials they say it's almost impossible to run a successful bar in an honest manner.

The numbers never add up.

I'll call you when I get results. - Thanks.

Honey, I'm not mad! I just wanna know where you're going!

You're bullshitting me... Blanka! Don't hang up! Shut up!

She's screwing someone. - Stefan, come on! - I just know it.

Shall we get this done? - What for?

Davor said... - Davor and his bitch sister! I'll kill them both!

Don't say that... - I'll do it the hard way and demand for respect!

It's a shitty idea... - It's a great idea!

He can't treat me like this! I wanna be part of the Council!

You just keep it low... - You stay out of this!

I can't take anymore of this, Christian.

Sorry.

I don't sleep anymore. I think and think and think... she wants to leave me.

And I don't know what I'm...

What's that?

A watch.

Where did you get it? - From Davor.

Stefan, cut it out...

Davor!

I'll call you back. - We have to talk.

You know what Angel Velasquez did when one of the Los Arcos came in without knocking?

I don't give a shit... - He took a scalpel and a hammer...

...and removed his knuckles, since he wasn't using them.

Shouldn't you two be in Hallunda? - Yes.

Have you finished?

I won't do shit! - Stefan...

You cannot treat me like a kid, I'm a Vargic!

Christian, will you excuse us?

What did he say?

Well... we had a talk. - And...?

I told him I'm part of the circle and I deserve respect.

And he said...?

He said I was right and apologized.

End of story. I'll be part of the Council and Operation Krajina.

Wait... Davor said that?

You think I'm lying? - That's great!

Don't be that shocked, he can't afford to have me against him.

Of course not.

Can you wash my car for me?

Of course, I just need to do something first. - What?

It's private.

Cool.

Jonsson!

What the fuck! You're a dog, not a pig! Quit it!

No! No!

Hay, dad. Can you help me with something?

Björn, come look at this.

We got him.

The DNA puts Majmun on the crime scene.

The blood on the wire was his.

Bloody hell! - We got a match from Germany on the fingerprints.

From a triple murder in Düsseldorf, four years ago.

A Serbian diamonds dealer, killed along with his wife and son.

A petty German thief was sentenced for that one.

He admitted he was there but he said the murderer was a different, unidentified man.

Ok, talk to the Germans.

You know how it works with this kind of jobs.

Somebody put together a group of different people who don't know each other.

Afterwards, they just split up and never meet again.

This time, I was going to work with some Croatian guy.

Who put you together? - It was a basic scene.

An old Serbian businessman kept gold and cash in a fucking safe.

But when the businessman refused to open the safe...

...this Croatian guy takes the young boy, his son...

...and shots him in the head, just like that.

Then the old man opened the safe but the Croatian shot him anyway.

It was so sick because he filmed the whole thing with his cellphone.

The guy who shot him, can you describe him? - Dark, silent...

...and he has this burning mark in the back of his neck.

They called him... Majmun.

Who organized this? Who made up the plan?

Can't remember. - Have you ever heard the name "Mimica".

It's time to end this conversation now. - Wait, Günther!

I have nothing more to say. - What do you know about the Mimicas?

I'm not a killer... but I'm also not suicidal.

Wait, just one... - Nice talking to you.

We plan to arrest Majmun. Where can we find him?

Don't stay here all night.

See you tomorrow. - See you.

Look who's here!

Hi. - Hi, come in.

You brought along Jonsson. - Yes.

How are you?

So and so. - I understand.

Chippen's doing worse though. - Yes... here.

What...? No way, forget it.

Tell it to Chippen, I'm only the delivery guy.

I'm also allergic. - Chippen?

Yes, he asked for shared custody.

He's asking for your help. Isn't what you wanted?

I mean... - Here. Shared custody, 50/50.

A glass of wine? - No, sorry...

I have 14 essays to correct for tomorrow.

Hi, Stefan. - "Ciao bello". Let go of the dick and get here.

I never let go of that. - You're supposed to drive me.

I have to be in Rissne in 1 hour. You'll wait in the car...

Wait, Stefan... I can't drive you, I got things to do.

This thing is important.

I'm telling you I'm busy.

Doing what? - My business.

If it's a girl, I promise I'll pay for a whore...

Quit it, Stefan. Get a cab or something.

I didn't know where to go. - Don't worry.

What happened?

He wanted to have sex, I didn't. We fought, I told him he disgusts me and he did this.

Where did you say you were going?

To the University, to study for an exam.

"Criminal law". Ironic, isn't?

I'm glad you came here. - I'm too.

I needed to talk to someone outside that insane family.

It all looks so Swedish, they seem so well integrated.

They speak Swedish, but in the head they're all still in Krajina.

They're still in Radenkovac, dealing with their trauma. - What trauma?

The massacre of Radenkovac. I was just born.

It was during the war. Serbian soldiers burned down the whole Radenkovac village.

Then they had a lottery. They would kill half the men over 16. They all had to draw a number.

We lost many relatives, but Stefan lost his whole family.

So here I am, engaged to Stefan Vargic. - How did that happen?

I was 15... he was fun and owned a gun. - Can't you just leave him?

Maybe... I don't know.

They wouldn't accept anyone outside the circle.

If I leave him, he said he'll kill me and then kill himself.

You know he has a bullet with my name on it? - Yes... do you believe that?

He's been in a better mood lately.

Davor will let him into the Council. - I know.

He'll go tonight and meet Davor and Majmun.

That's why he's going to Rissne? Meet with Majmun? - Yes.

Blanka, I need to go now. - What...?

I said something wrong? - No... I'm sorry, I really have to go.

Sorry...

Hi, I'm not busy anymore. Is that so?

Screw you, you fucking pussy! Next time I'm gonna...

Stefan, I'm sorry. It was complicated but now I'm coming over.

Don't worry, Jovan will drive me.

Stefan, please accept my apologies.

I've been an ass, it won't happen again. Let me drive you.

Ok, if it's so important to you. Hurry up. - Right away!

Björn?

Drop everything, I'm coming to pick you up.

Sorry.

What were you doing? - Sorry... I was with a girl... I didn't know...

I'm just fucking with you, don't start crying!

Let's go to Strindbergsvägen.

We'll meet in the pizzeria. Also, stop for cigarettes.

Tina, are you there? - I'm here.

Majmun will meet Davor Mimica and Stefan Vargic in a pizzeria in Rissne.

Arrest him without a second thought. - Agreed on that.

This way we gonna lose Operation Krajina. - We don't even know if it's for real.

Sven died for it. - Björn, stop arguing and catch Sven's murderer.

Where's the pizzeria? - We don't know yet. We're heading for Rissne.

Pizzeria "Vicenza", in Strind...

After Krajina, I'll get me one of these. - After Krajina...

Yes, so? - Nothing, it's beautiful.

You don't believe me? - Yes, Lamborghini Huracan.

You can't understand. It's a matter of a few months.

No one will go against us.

Davor will be "Boss of the Bosses". The entire Scandinavia will be ours.

So that will be tonight's topic.

Why?

A pizzeria in Strindbergsvägen.

Davor Mimica and Stefan Vargic are in the pizzeria.

Majmun's bike is parked in the back.

Is it where you'll get him? - Exactly, just as he gets on the bike.

Shoot him.

Can you repeat? - Shoot him in the legs and then arrest him.

It's Sven's murderer, I'll take responsibility. - Ok...

Roger that.

It's Inez. "Krajina will give the Mimicas control over entire Scandinavia."

"It's a matter of a few months." - Ok, we call this off.

What? - Proceed with the arrest.

Now we know we have the chance to stop the biggest operation...

We don't know shit! Proceed with the arrest!

Fuck, Svensson! Stop mourning your lover and start thinking as a cop!

I can do this alone, no problem.

Is this what you want?

Ok, do what you want.

Ok, let's go.

Wait til he put the helmet on. - Roger.

Ok, we move.

What...?

What's going on?

What's going on? Hanna?

Hello? Björn?

ENGLISH SUBTITLES BY BARISHNIKOV