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Come here.

You're so beautiful, my darling.

Frank, get your sister and come along.

Mummy! Daddy!

-No! -Let go of me!

No! Mummy, daddy...

What the hell, Frank!

Daddy, mummy...

Mummy, daddy. Help!

Mari Jansson has stated-

-that she shot Morten Egilsson with a hunting rifle.

COPENHAGEN DISTRICT COURT Mari had several opportunities-

-to compose herself in the situation that arose.

She could have called the police.

She could have fired a warning shot.

But instead she aimed directly at Morten and shot him.

Therefore, the prosecution calls for a guilty verdict-

-in accordance with Penal Code 237 for manslaughter-

-and in line with the charge.

If the defendant is found guilty-

-the prosecution calls for a life sentence.

-That is all. Thank you. -Thank you.

We will now hear the counsel for the defendant, Frank Nordling.

I would like to try something unusual and ask you to close your eyes.

Close your eyes please. Thank you.

Imagine that you're home alone with your child-

-on a dark night in October.

You look out the window and see six young people approaching the house.

A young man leads the way. For years, that same young man-

-has bullied, terrorised and humiliated your child.

You send your terrified child upstairs-

-and you go outside and tell those bullies to go away.

They come closer and closer.

They're drunk and armed with chains and baseball bats.

They scream that they will kill your child.

The only thing you've got to protect yourself with is a hunting rifle.

Fearing for your life and your child's life-

-you do exactly what every parent would do in this situation.

You protect your child.

Self-defence.

-Congratulations on the acquittal. -Svend-Erik Wisén.

Hi.

That was a very moving closing argument.

-Lunch? -I'm not sure I've got the time, I...

Frank, it's important to expand your contact network.

-Don't you think? -Well...

Copenhagen Airport

-Lars Møller? -Yes, that's right.

Sara Khalil, a colleague, Malmö police. We need to talk.

What did you just say?

It's good for the voice.

Do you know how much time per month we spend talking in court?

You need to be a narcissist to do our job...

...listening to our own voices for so long.

My wife reminds me that not everyone out there in the real world-

-wants to give me the attention that I get in the courtroom.

Cheers!

Oh, that was good!

-Would you like to try one? -No, no!

What happened there?

Eh... At the gym. I dropped a barbell.

-Really? -Yes.

Do you know why you're such a good barrister?

I assume you have your own theory.

You have a natural talent for it. You're confident and you're clever.

You're sharp, brave, determined and compassionate.

Thank you.

When are you going to leave that little family firm?

How long have you been there, five years?

Three years as assistant...

Excuse me.

Sara

Excuse me. Where were we?

Three years as assistant legal advisor-

-...and five years as a barrister. -Listen

You know everything about the Swedish and Danish legal systems.

I need someone on both sides of the Strait.

What do you say? My head office is in Malmö.

You wouldn't have to move to Copenhagen...

...in case you've got a fiancée or girlfriend or boyfriend.

We run a progressive firm.

-It's not that. -How do I convince you?

Arthur Gillberg, my first and only boss.

He believed in me when I was newly qualified.

Sentimentality.

Loyalty.

Received yesterday at 16.27.

So you're so fucking busy you can't call your sister back.

Liam will be very disappointed if you don't come on Saturday.

Received today at 12.17.

I found Lars Møller after all this fucking time.

Call me.

Malmö Harbour

-You're late. -I wanted to find the best coffee.

-And it took two hours? -Good coffee takes time.

-How about getting out of here? -I just got here.

I don't think he's going to show.

-Spider-Man cake or Eton mess? -What?

Liam's party.

I haven't had time to think about that yet.

Call me for Christ's sake!

There he is.

Let's go.

Fuck, what are you doing?

-Hold him. -I haven't done anything.

-Open your mouth. -Fuck off!

For Christ's sake, Sara!

I give up. Fucking psychopaths!

Malmö City Centre

Hi, brother.

-Hi. What are you doing here? -OK...

I haven't heard from you in six months.

Don't say you've been too busy at work. That's just...

-You got my message? -Yes.

Liam's birthday party.

Lars Møller lives in Thailand.

He only spends a few weeks per year in Denmark.

That's why I couldn't find him. But I met him today.

He wasn't the first policeman to arrive at the scene of the explosion.

He remembers that there was another policeman there before him.

Møller wrote this in his report but the report is missing.

Someone went to the trouble-

-of removing this other policeman, Jarnu Marcon, from the report. Why?

-How are you? -What do you mean, "how are you"?

I mean: How are you? You do this over and over again.

You either start digging when you're unwell-

-or you become unwell because you're digging.

The report on our parents' murder has been falsified.

Police detective Jarnu Marcon is still working in Copenhagen.

I'm going there this evening. Come with me.

Frank, we've never had such a good lead before.

Frank?

Well done in Copenhagen. Congratulations!

Thanks.

-Your client sent you this. -From Mari? Send it back.

Anything over the value of SEK 350 can be considered a bribe.

-Frank, congratulations. -Thanks, Arthur.

Amager Beach Park, Copenhagen

-Hello. -Frank Nordling - you called.

I have a suggestion.

Mari Jansson spent almost four months in custody.

I imagine she will be seeking compensation.

Well, since she was freed I will be advising her to do so.

If you decide not to seek compensation for your client-

-we won't appeal the judgement.

-Hello? -What did you say?

If you don't seek compensation we won't appeal.

-What do you say? -I say, highly unethical.

-See you in the court of appeal then? -It's up to you.

SARA: I've found detective Jarnu Marcun! Come to Amager Street now!

Copenhagen

I'm giving this one chance, one!

A beer, please. Want anything?

Jarnu Marcon?

-Do we know each other? -No.

But I think that you may have known my dad.

And who's he then?

He worked for the Copenhagen police twenty years ago.

Can I buy you another one?

It's a very big police division and I didn't work with everyone.

But I think you know who he was.

He shot a left-wing protester while on duty.

He was charged with manslaughter and acquitted.

Immediately after his release my mum and dad were killed in a car bomb.

The police thought it was a revenge attack-

-by some left-wing radical crackpot.

-Maybe you know who I mean? -Martin Anker.

But I didn't know him, unfortunately.

I heard that you were the first to arrive at the scene of the explosion-

-but there's nothing about that in the report.

I can't tell you anything about your father.

Were you there?

I had nothing to do with it.

I read about it in the newspapers.

Thanks. I'm going home.

I need to know what happened.

This has never ended for me. Do you understand?

You know something, don't you?

Were you there?

Call me if you know something.

Malmö District Court

Excuse me...

You work at Gillbergs, don't you?

-Yes, Frank Nordling. -Yanka Larsson.

I tried to call Gillbergs earlier.

The administrator's office has a court matter for you - drug offence.

-I'll call them later. -Thanks.

When are you having lunch? We could go through it then.

-Let's leave it until later. -Sure, that's fine.

Don't crease my skirt.

Damn it...

What the hell are you doing here?

I'm on duty.

I need an address for Sören Andersson.

He's due to witness against Nyrop next week.

No. Tell him I can't keep doing this kind of thing. OK?

Jarnu, what do you mean, "no"?

I cannot be directly involved in harming someone.

Get out of the car. I'll call him myself and explain.

You're giving us Sören Andersson's fucking address!

That's what we fucking pay you for. Do you understand?

You've got until tomorrow evening.

-What about this case - B3213-16? -OK.

-What should we...? -Fredrika can take that case.

OK... We've also got the assault outside 7-Eleven.

We've both listed for that one too. I'll raise a plea of bias-

-because I handled a prosecution case against the injured party.

-You can take that one. -Good.

Have you any desire to come over to the prosecution side?

We would avoid all of this.

There isn't a chance of me going over to the dark side.

Shall I go first?

Yes.

-Monday. -Yes, Monday.

Bloody hell! You could fit a carport up here.

-When are you and Iben moving in? -How are negotiations going?

Ayala hasn't nominated anyone to take over Sedloski's business.

It's a golden opportunity-

-but we must organise logistics within the next two weeks.

OK. We will use Karlshamn Port to get in and out.

Find a firm in Sweden that we can trust.

Completely legitimate, reprocessed global networks.

-With their own dispatch department. -OK.

Did you hear that Sedloski in Malmö has been shot?

-Yes. -What do you want?

Jarnu Marcon.

Find someone for ownership, someone we haven't used before.

We need to do this properly from the start-

-so that the Swedes don't suspect anything.

Do you understand?

-Did he give us the witness? -No.

-There's something wrong with him. -What?

He was talking about calling you.

He doesn't want to give us information anymore.

He's totally fucked up, if you ask me.

He's an old friend.

I gave him until tomorrow evening. Do you want to talk to him?

Keep an eye on him. Let me know if he does anything untoward.

Of course.

Hi.

Aren't you glad I convinced you to get this place?

You're not moving in. I don't want you here.

-Thomas...? -I want you out by tonight.

-What's happened? -Nothing's happened.

Nothing other than I'm tired of you.

Whatever this is we can work it out together.

I'm tired of your babbling.

I'm tired of all your fucking cushions on all your fucking sofas.

I'm tired of your whinging when you don't get your way.

Thomas, I love you.

It's just fucking emotional blackmail.

You're good at that.

You're so fucking good at that.

I'm so tired of you and all your demands.

I don't even want to have sex with you anymore.

You disgust me. Go to hell!

If I see you here again I'll kill you, do you understand?

Get out!

Thomas... Thomas...

-Frank! -Hi, my buddy!

Happy birthday!

-Hi. -You've gone all in, I see.

Can you hang around afterwards? I'd like to talk to you.

Liam...

-Look! -That's so cool.

Why aren't you answering the phone?

-Hi. -Cut it out!

You were supposed to drop him off two hours ago.

So you wanted me to cut the party short?

You know that my mum had organised a party for him today.

No other kids and a dry sponge cake. Great!

-Hi, Saïd! -Hi.

Hi, daddy! Mum gave me a smartphone.

We need to go to grandma's now. Would you like that?

I don't want to. I want to bounce instead.

I'm coming!

I see him every second weekend.

I want to make this day special for him.

Pack his things and tell him the party is over.

I'll wait in the car.

-I'm heading off now. -Aren't you even going to ask?

How did you get that bouncing castle into the garden?

I put a little more pressure on Jarnu Marcon.

It seemed like he had something to say but he was scared.

OK.

Yet another lead that tells us nothing.

Jarnu Marcon is a fucking drunk. He doesn't have a brain cell left.

It's time for you to let this go and get on with your life.

Like you've done, is it?

Is that why you want to get punched to pieces in the boxing ring?

Maybe you stopped having nightmares.

That's enough.

You're completely devoid of emotions. You haven't put it behind you at all.

Go on, leave. And don't come back!

LIAM 6 YEARS

I think five minutes have passed now.

-We can do it again. -No.

-Stop it. -I have to go.

I promise I'll be quick.

-I promise you that I'll... -Stop.

-We can start by... -Frank, I mean it.

You're thinking about something, aren't you?

About this?

Fuck, I've really got to go.

Patricia, if you want to end this then do it.

We haven't made any promises to each other.

-It's not that we imagined... -No, stop it.

Listen, I'm in love with you.

This is serious for me.

Maybe I make it look like it isn't serious, but it is.

I want more.

-You're married. -I'm a fucking idiot...

...to do this to Jonas. He's a great guy.

He's a really good person.

But...

I want to be with you.

-That's the way it is. -Come here.

You can't leave now.

-You can't leave now. -But I...

Not after what you said.

I have to go. I've got the main hearing today.

-We'll talk later. -You can't go now.

I'll call you, OK?

-OK? -OK!

Sara Khalil.

It's Jarnu Marcon. Meet me this evening.

Were you there when the car exploded?

-Bring your brother. -I don't think I can.

He doesn't think you know anything.

I would like you to tell him something from me.

-I don't have time for this, Sara. -Jarnu Marcon called.

-He wants to meet us both. -I'm at the detention centre now.

The man that gave you the yellow bouncing ball sends his regards.

I can't talk now.

-Hi. -Hi.

-Haven't you forgotten something? -What?

-That's not mine. -Don't you want it?

I don't know. I shouldn't take things from people I don't know.

OK.

Are you going to throw it away?

Well, if you don't want it...

Do you want it?

Frank, get your sister and come along.

Hi, it's me.

-Hi. -Hi.

Shall we meet?

-I was thinking... -OK, what were you thinking?

Don't risk your marriage for my sake. I'm not worth it.

The whole point is, you're married. I haven't made any promises.

No, well...

No, you haven't.

I'm not very good at day-to-day.

I'm good at the visitors' room in the courthouse.

What do you say? We can go on like before.

Look, I don't think I can do that.

I'm sorry that you feel that way. I think we could have...

OK... OK...

There's the jetty where he keeps his boat.

-This doesn't feel right. -Are you backing out now?

No.

Hi.

So your name isn't Anker now.

Foster care and adoption after our parents were blown to pieces.

We were placed in different homes.

-I can see that you remember me now. -You were there.

-Yes. -Did you kill our parents?

No. I didn't know what was about to happen.

When I got there I realised that it was too late.

I gave you that ball so that you wouldn't go out and sit in the car.

Who killed them?

It wasn't some left-wing extremist, was it?

No. It had nothing to do with that demonstration.

Thomas Waldman.

He put the bomb under the car with his own hands.

That was before he climbed the ranks.

I thought I was helping him make a get-away after a robbery.

-Thomas... What's his name? -Waldman.

What's his game?

He's involved in the Moroccan syndicate in Copenhagen.

Waldman hasn't dirtied his hands in at least ten years.

Everything is done through front men:

Drugs, economic crime, protection rackets.

And he's been paying you for twenty years?

We grew up together. In the same area.

Then we took different paths. I became a policeman, he a criminal.

He helped me with my gambling debts and I helped him.

But I've had enough.

I'm getting out. I'm leaving tonight.

I'm leaving on this boat and I'm not coming back.

-I cannot watch more people die. -Hang on here!

You've got to stay and take the stand.

-I'll contact the Danish prosecutor. -Then I'm a dead man...

...before I get to say anything.

Nobody can touch Waldman.

I'm risking everything by just talking to you.

-Why did Waldman kill our father? -I've no idea.

He must have gotten too close to Waldman and his network.

Damn it! It's one of Waldman's men. Get out of here!

-Hi. -Hi, Jarnu.

Want one?

No? I'll have it myself then. Cheers!

-Are you going somewhere? -A holiday.

Jarnu, you had until this evening. I'm still waiting for that address.

Like I said last time, tell your boss I'm not giving him the address.

The whole police force will come after you if you do this.

I need that address. Understand?

Considering all I've got on Thomas, you had better be damn careful!

Fuck!

Oh, shit!

Sara? Sara?

Take it easy!

Thomas and I have been friends for over thirty years.

-Who was here? -I introduced him to his wife.

He's going to be really pissed with you.

Shut it!

Who the hell do you think sent me?

You've called in sick. You've emptied your bank account.

Do you take me for an idiot?

Do you think he doesn't know that you're running out on him?

Do you think that he will let you?

I'll ask you once more and for the last time.

Who was here when I came?

Go to hell, you little shit!

You're nothing but a little errand boy.

Fucking hell!

-I'll take you to the hospital. -No, it's just a flesh wound.

There have been several grass fires-

-after last night's fireworks outside Freetown Christiania.

Otherwise, it's been a quiet night according to the Copenhagen police.

-Stop it, you adopted muppet! -You're a muppet.

Stop it, you two!

-I'm sorry, Frank. -Give it to me.

That was silly of me.

-What time do you need to be there? -Nine o'clock.

-Will we be left in peace now? -Everything is going to be fine.

Come along, Frank!

Do you think Liam liked it?

-The Spider-Man cake. -No.

I think he loved it, that's what I think.

-He likes strawberries. -Yes.

-And you like strawberries. -Mm.

He's walking along the quays and you think:

"He's going to fall in." And he does!

I told them right away...

-Frank, welcome! -Hi.

-Hi there! -Hi, would you like a drink?

Yes, please. A glass of wine and...

-...a job, if the offer still stands. -That's fantastic news.

This calls for champagne.

-What made you change your mind? -I don't know. Insights.

-A bottle of Dom Pérignon. -Sure.

You know what Frank? We'll do great things together.

Absolutely.

You've got to meet this talented young man.

This is Frank Nordling.

Meet an old client of mine, Thomas Waldman.

Hi... Hi. Frank Nordling.

-A pleasure. -Likewise.

Well?