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Hey, what are we doing here? What do you have in mind?

Ask your brother.

- What is the man talking about? - Younes needs to be educated.

Are you kidding me or what? What are you talking about?

Younes is a fucking faggot and needs a pair of flats. Nothing else.

- And that's why you have a gun on you? - Yes, that's why. If the man is packing.

Shut the fuck up. Saddam, turn on the car. The man is fucking crazy. Saddam, do you hear me?

- Calm the fuck down. - Don't you fucking touch me!

- What's the problem? - Put that gun away. What are you, stupid?

- Turn on the car. Let's get out of here! - No, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no. Shut your mouth and sit back.

We are lying in wait and the man is yelling and screaming. What is it that you don't understand?

- Don't fucking shout. - Start the car and shut the fuck up.

Hey, hey, hey, hey. Look, look, look. A little Christmas present, shababs.

- Come on, come on. - Cairo!

- Hey, Younes. You fucking bum. - Cairo, what the fuck are you doing?

Shut your mouth. Take a look at this. Stay away from my customers, asshole.

Cairo, he's had his ass kicked. Let's get the fuck out of here.

- You've given him a couple of flats. - You fucking dog!

Amir! Amir!

Amir!

Saddam! What the fuck are you doing?

Amir! Amir, wake up. - Cairo.

- Amir, wake up! - Cairo, the police are coming.

- He's fucking hit. My brother. - Hey, hey, hey, hey! Cairo, look at me.

- Yalla, look at me. We gotta move now. - That's my brother, man.

- We need to move. I got you all the way. - Shut the fuck up, man. That's my fucking brother.

Are you stupid or what? We gotta move. Cairo! Yalla!

Amir!

Amir! Amir!

Give it a whistle.

Are you sure about this?

That you are not pregnant?

- I just want a hiss.

- Don't start from scratch on that shit.

I wish I was.

- Pregnant?

- Yes, you can.

Such a little mini-you,

running around.

- Wouldn't that be nice?

- Yes, you can.

Not in your younger days.

I would have gotten stressed.

You don't need any more stress.

What should his name be?

I don't know about that.

Do you have any offers?

- Muhammad. And it should be said like this.

- Is this how you should call him?

Such a little stress bomb.

"Come here, Muhammad!"

Oh, honey...

His name will be Amir.

You have a daughter, right?

Yes, you can.

Let's say it's her birthday. Just go with this one, Sonny.

She wants to eat at her favorite restaurant. Where would that be?

Jensen? McD?

No, we usually go to something called Amigos.

You're on your way to Amigos in the car. She's all excited.

She's having a blast. She's with her dad, yes.

You arrive, you open the door. Boom! Two seats left.

Back against the door. What's up?

She wants to sit opposite. You can't sit any other way.

- What do you want to do with this? - It's about paranoia. Anxiety.

A thousand thoughts flying around, because your back is to the door.

But she won't sit differently.

So, Sonny, what are you going to do?

Want to give your daughter the birthday she deserves? she deserves?

So tell me, what her favorite color is.

Sonny...

Just because you have a daughter

- it doesn't mean that she has a father.

We'll be here, and we will support you.

But you're the only one who can give her the father she deserves.

Two seconds.

- Cairo! - Don't touch me!

Hisham! Hey, hey, hey, hey. Hey, hey, hey, hey. Calm down.

Hey, hey, hey! Calm down, man. Calm down, Hisham. Calm down! Calm down!

Fuck!

I said calm down. We'll turn him. One, two, three...

Fuck you, you dog. I'll fuck you both, man.

- I'll fuck you. Fuck you! Fuck you! - Calm down, Hisham.

- You won't get anything out of that. - Fuck you, man.

- Is he calm? Hisham? - Fucking whore.

- We are here for you. - Fuck you too. Fucking whore.

- Hisham, get out and cool off. - Shut your mouth.

You're relaxing. What about you guys? Are you guys okay?

- Are you okay? Are you okay? - Yeah, give me two minutes.

Cairo?

- Yeah, yeah, yeah. - Is it quiet?

Yeah, but he gave me a snotter in the face, and this one is smashed.

Calm down, okay? I'll get this fixed.

- It's my personal phone. - Then just use your work phone.

Are you going to report him or what?

No, he's just not ready. I'm just gonna grab a rinse.

- What about Sonny? - Sonny's ready.

Good work.

Wow, Hamza makes ladies.

- Good thing they didn't take your necklace. - Yeah, it's my only memento from my dad.

- Remember to ice your eye, honey. - Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah. All right, take it easy. I'll see you later.

- Who was that? - You gave me a shock.

- Who is it? - No one. Just a girl.

Do you want her? I have four others.

- What is that? - I played soccer yesterday.

- What is that? Are you kidding me? - I was just playing soccer with the others.

You know how these animals are. I got a good elbow.

- Calm down, calm down. - And you'll tell me if there's anything?

- Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah. - You're not running around with all kinds?

- Relax, it's just a bump. - You can always talk to me, right?

Okay, good. Uh... Why are you here? I thought you were coming later.

- I had to pick up lamb for bibi. - I'll take it. Come to dinner tonight.

- Wallah, I can't. - Why not?

- I need to take care of some things. - Things? You're really important right now.

- I haven't seen you in four days. - Two days. You forgot your math.

- Wait, isn't that Maryam? - Yes, I think it is.

This is Maryam. Help her with the bags.

Show some manners. Be a gentleman. Come on, yalla.

Please help her. She has no one.

Yalla, run, run, run.

- Can I help you? - Thank you, habibi.

Anwar. You can't light a seven in the middle of it all, brother.

Shut the fuck up. Just let me dream me back to Thailand.

Imagine getting up every morning with two hookers jerking you off.

- Aren't there those trannies in Thailand? - Shut the fuck up.

It's true. There are those trannies in Thailand. I know there are.

I'm just saying it to our brother here, yes.

Is he your cousin?

Is that the one where his dad left when he was little?

Is it him or is it not him?

I'm asking you, brother.

- Where is your father? - What do you mean, where is he?

Do you know where your father is?

Where should he be?

It's a simple question. Can't you answer it?

What about your dad? The whole hallway smelled like pussy when he came home.

At least my father came home. He was a fishmonger. Where is your father?

- Forget my father, habibi. - Call him.

- I don't have to call anyone. - Call him.

- Anwar? - Kamal?

Get away from me. Where is your father? I'm talking to you.

Don't talk about my father, habibi.

No, no, no, no.

- I'll fuck you. - Anwar...

Did your dad teach you to count to three at least?

Did your dad teach you to count to three? Yalla, count.

Anwar...

Fucking idiot...

You won't say a word next time. He's sick in the head.

The goods have arrived. Are you clear on what needs to happen?

- Normally, my brother. - You know it has to be express.

Serbs need to get their money quickly.

I got two more to chop. Then I'll get Kamal.

- Who's chopping? - The new ones.

- Why the new ones? - Why not the new ones?

- I started chopping myself. - That's a lot of kilos.

It's under control.

Fine, fine, fine. It's your ass, if anything happens.

Zero?

What are you playing dumb for?

That's the last time you pull up a gun, when there are children in the yard. Do you understand me?

Do you understand?

What do you say, you bum?

That's enough.

Get your cocaine under control. And no delays.

Yalla, get the fuck out of my car.

- Did he get a shock when you spoke Arabic? - Yes, he just stared at me.

So I took my mint and left.

- But was it a good mint? - No, it wasn't. It wasn't Moroccan.

- It doesn't even smell. - Moroccan is the best.

- It is. - You're so good, Cille.

What is it with that eye and soccer? It's pretty violent.

Come on, relax, the boys and I are just playing ball.

- Do you play soccer? - That's how I played when I was young.

- I used to come home like that too. - No, honey, not like that.

I'll go next time, if they continue.

- It goes away in a few days. - Faster.

It's all under control. They just need to learn to behave properly.

You're all purple, yes.

Hopeless tackle from Francesco Acerbi...

Wallah, if they burn, I'll burn my Milan jersey.

- I wonder if they don't burn. - He's gonna score.

If the goalie doesn't save that one, he's gonna get ripped in the locker room.

- Fuck! - Hamza!

How can he burn it?

I told you, he had a lot at stake.

- Fuck it, it's done too. - Crazy game, though.

- Get me a new Milan jersey. - You were going to burn your jersey?

- I've lost mine. - Why is that?

- I just lost it. - You haven't lost it.

- What's up? - Some lady is walking around in it.

- What are you doing? - Okay, should it be XS or XL?

Which one of the ladies should have it?

- Aren't you giving your nephew a new shirt? - Uh, yeah, I am. And your ladies.

Just tell me how many women you have. Tell me things like that.

I'm gonna take off, okay? Do you need anything?

I need to know if it should XS or XL. You never say anything.

- Don't come home late. - Yeah, yeah, yeah. Yalla salam!

- Yalla, Hamza! - What is it, Hamza? Who is that? Who is that?

Is it just you? What are you doing?

What am I doing? Why don't you answer your fucking phone when I call?

- Calm down, calm down, calm down. - Why don't you answer it?

I don't care if Saddam knew your father. I don't give a shit about you.

That's fine.

What is that?

- Do you like it? - It's awesome, wallah.

- Why not just a normal run? - Shut the fuck up. We got work to do. Yalla.

- Kamal? - Anwar, habibi.

So I'll just pick it up tomorrow.

- What's up? We're in a hurry. - Let me just have a little fun.

You'll be at my place in the morning. I gotta get this shit out of the apartment.

And don't drinking too much, you drunkard.

Good evening...

Fucking faggot.

You can just get out. Nice and easy.

- You don't have to take it off. Are you ready to go? - Super ready.

Here you go.

- Welcome to the. It's all yours. - I don't want to do that.

- It's all yours. - Fuck, this place is a shithole.

There won't be anyone else, while you're here.

Are the molehills where you buried you buried the others from Exit?

That's where I buried all the people who are trying to come after you.

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- Fuck, it's a shithole. - It is what it is.

I have your snacks here. There's a fridge and a TV.

There are even stuffed owls. You won't want for anything.

- And you need my phone? - Uh, yes, I do.

- Is there internet? - No, there isn't. People are getting desperate.

What the fuck am I supposed to do? Sudoku? Fuck the owl?

You can walk outside in nature.

You can also just... There's TV and Nintendo.

Let me just take this. Two seconds.

Exit, this is Cairo.

Leyla? Leyla, what's going on?

What do you mean, he didn't come home last night?

Sometimes he sleeps outside, right?

Hey, Leyla. Take it slow and easy.

Is his phone on now?

Is it turned off?

You haven't spoken to him in a month? Elias, be honest.

Are you covering for him because he's with a girl? with a girl? Just tell it like it is.

He usually never turns off his phone.

He knows he has to call us back. We've all called him.

We need to take a breath. How old is your son?

He's 16.

- How long have you not seen him? - Since yesterday.

- So he hasn't been gone for 24 hours? - He's 16 years old.

- That's a lot of hours to be away. - Leyla, calm down.

Is there any reason to believe that he's in danger?

- In danger? What are you talking about? - Is he involved with someone?

What are you talking about? You think my son is a criminal?

Leyla, give me just two minutes with them.

- I work for Exit. - Is the missing person your son?

He's my nephew. And that's my brother's wife.

Look, he's been gone less than 24 hours, but I talked to his best friend.

- And I got the wrong impression. - Of what?

He doesn't answer his phone. It rings at odd times, and he's weird.

- I fear he's mixed up in something. - Like you were at his age?

- Do you and I have a problem? - I don't have a problem.

Can you get your colleague under control?

Will you help us? or what the hell is going on?

Listen to this. Sometimes the boys take the boys take a break from it all.

Give it another 24 hours. If he doesn't shows up, we'll start an investigation.

I think we should go now. You will hear from us. Salam aleikum.

What the hell was that all about? Why do we have to wait 24 hours?

We don't have to wait 24 hours.

- Salam aleikum. - Aleikum salam.

What's up, habibi? Can I help you?

What's next? What's going to happen?

I need to talk to him.

Congo...

Just let him in.

Machiavelli is back, eh?

- Did you get enough of that cop life? - I'm not a cop.

A whore is a whore, brother.

- Are you doing well? - Cut the sensitive talk. What do you want to do?

- Hamza. Do you know where he is? - Aren't you his uncle?

I think that an uncle should know these things.

And then you come here.

After how many years?

What?

Hamza has disappeared.

He hasn't come home. No one knows where he is.

So let us know if you hear anything.

I haven't seen your face in fucking ten years.

And that's the first thing you come and say to me or what?

What's up, Cairo?

Fucking whore, man.

Call us if you hear anything.

What's up, asshole? Are you an asshole or what?

Cool necklace.

Is something going to happen? Why are you standing here? Yalla.

What?

See you, beautiful. Bye-bye.

Fucking asshole.

What if I've seen someone with Hamza's gold chain?

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What's happening? What's going on?

- I need to find him, Vicky. - I know, Cairo.

- Have you told the police? - Fuck the police. I want him found!

Breathe, Cairo.

who might be able to help us.

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What's up, Saddam?

Are you having fun?

Stand up when I speak to you.

Where is Hamza?

Suddenly you can't speak? Weren't you with him a couple days ago?

Yes, he did. I sent him out for for more bags. He never came back.

- Just like that? - Yeah, just like that. I had to send Zuz after him.

Do you want me to cut off your tongue?

Who are you talking to?

- Is the delivery on track? - Yes, it's on track. It's at my place.

Why isn't it with Kamal?

He had something important to do. With his family.

It's your ass on the line if there anything. Get a handle on the delivery.

- The Serbs have split my head open. - Okay, okay, okay, okay.

Find out where the fuck Hamza is. Go out... and look for him before I fuck you.

Fuck Hamza too.

Why are we doing this? No one here will say anything.

Relax a little bit, maybe people will talk.

Take the sign off. We look like cops from afar.

Al-Ramari.

It's the police.

I don't think there are any.

- Fuck. Fuck. - It's the police.

Can we have a word with you?

Can you smell it?

It's the police.

Unfortunately, it's not...

- Should we kick down the door? - Hell, no.

- Salam aleikum. Do you live here? - Yes, I live here.

- Can we ask some questions? - I'm going to pray now.

You pray five times a day, so maybe you could skip one.

It will take a moment.

- What's up, brother? - Zuz, where are you?

- I'm looking for Hamza. - Where is that pimple hiding?

I've called him 100 times. Are you all inbred in that family?

I haven't seen him since yesterday.

Fucking junkie, man. No good for shit.

This is the guy we're looking for.

His name is Hamza.

- Have you seen him? - He helped me with my bags.

- With your bags? - It's very sad.

What is it that is sad?

That gangs are always doing criminal things.

Why do you say gangs? Do you think they have something to do with Hamza's disappearance?

I'm not sure, but my son was killed by gangs.

I'm really sorry to hear that.

- Were you home on Thursday night? - Yes, I was home.

Have you seen or heard anything that could help us find Hamza?

I'm not sure, but I think I saw him go next door.

- Who is it? Hamza? - Yes. Uh...

So maybe Hamza went in there Thursday night?

I don't know, but I think so.

- I don't want any problems. - You won't. We promise you that.

Reasonable suspicion. Let's kick that door in. Thank you very much.

Close that door behind you, man. Didn't your daddy teach you how to slam the door?

Who is it?

What the fuck are you doing here? Easy, brother.

Shut up and stand up.

Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah. Why so serious?

- I said: Get up. - I said.

Okay, great. Then let's get up.

- What's next? - Yalla.

Stop. Don't turn around. Take off the necklace.

- The necklace? - Take off the fucking necklace.

You're hilarious. All this because of a necklace?

Here, you junkie. Here, take it.

- Go out and buy yourself a life with it. - Yalla.

Open the door! Open the door! Hey, you mongoloid.

- Open the shit. - Shut the fuck up.

I'm fucking your face, man. You asshole, man.

Wallah, I got klaus, man. I'm gonna fuck your face. You want to die, you?

- Where to? You want me to fuck you out there? - You talk too much. To the right.

Oh yeah, I'm gonna fuck you on the right. You fucking asshole. Look at my sandals.

What's up?

Yalla.

What? Uh... Should I open for you too?

Just stand up against that. Up against that one. With your back to it.

- Put your arms up. - That's what I'm saying. Dirty, dirty.

What's next? I'm ready for you. Come and suck me. You fucking...

Are you done playing? Are you happy now?

Yes?

- Where did you get that? - Are you fucking kidding me?

- Where did you get this? - Fuck you, man.

- Fuck Hamza. - Hey, hey, hey, hey!

You need to think about how you fucking talking to me. So where did you get that?

Get your dirty hands off me. Take them away from me.

Okay, okay, okay.

- Okay, uh... - What are you going to do now?

Let's see, how long you can keep this up.

Wallah, you son of a bitch. You son of a bitch!

Come here!

I can't see anything right now, but you will definitely meet again.

He'll be back soon.

- Cairo, salam aleikum. - Aleikum salam, Maryam.

- Are you doing well? - Yeah, I'm fine. How are you doing?

I'm fine. Thank you for asking.

What do the police say?

They're doing what they can, but so far, they've hit rock bottom.

Anwar is gone.

What are you saying to me?

Anwar. We haven't heard from him since Sunday.

Cocaine?

Answer.

It's gone.

- The police? - It doesn't look like it.

- Have you been up to his apartment? - Yes, we did.

We searched the whole place. There wasn't a damn thing.

24 hours, Kamal. Or your mother will bury you.

Yalla, get the hell out of here, all of you.

Saddam, what the fuck are you doing?

Honey, did you have another nightmare?

Allahu Akbar...

- Where the fuck have you been? - I get it. I get it.

Guys like you are loyal to the bone.

And I know, that's what the street demands.

But I need some fucking information now.

You won't get shit out of me. And I have to take a shit. How long have I been here?

Yalla, get up. Go take a shit.

Open up or take my pants down, so I can take a shit.

Look the other fucking way and leave me the fuck alone, man.

Hamza is my nephew.

And he disappears out of nowhere. Just like that.

And all of a sudden you're running around with his fucking chain on.

So now I ask you quietly and calmly...

- Where did you find that chain? - Let me just...

I'm asking completely fucking quietly and calmly. Where did you find it?

I don't know where he is.

You fucking asshole. Put your arms up.

Shut the fuck up and tell me right now.

Tell me.., where you found Hamza's chain.

Where did you find his chain? Where did you find it?

- Let me wash my ass first. - Fuck your ass. Where did you find it?

- Where? - I found it in the hallway.

What the fuck was he doing in your building?

Don't keep doing it. And remove that one.

What was he doing in your building?

- I don't know what he was doing there. - Slept on it.

Stop, hey, wait, wait.

Sofia. Sofia.

Sofia.

- Sofia who? - The Serb's daughter.

Her name is Sofia. Maybe they found out that she's with Hamza.

- Which Serb? Dragan? - Uh, yes. Dragan.

Yalla, let me go. You got what you wanted.

You get more food, when you give me more information.

Get back here! Cairo!

Fuck.

Honey?

Listen to what I'm saying, okay?

So it's not on you. It's not on you, okay?

I mean it.

Yes, you can.

- Come over and get some food. - I'll be there.

I'm gonna go down to the boxing gym and put up some flyers, okay?

We will find him.

Cairo.

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- Saddam? - Who the fuck else? Your dad?

Have you found out anything about Hamza?

Not yet.

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Are you still talking to Dragan?

Yalla.

We take mine.

- We'll take mine, habibi. - I can't be seen in that.

Habibi, where is yours?

Are you fucking kidding me?

Cool car, huh?

- Are you still with Cille? - Yes, we're still hanging out.

- You have no children? - No, no children.

Is it not working?

Small balls?

Do you have a family?

I have a daughter.

Shouldn't you be thinking about retiring?

Pension?

- Why the fuck should I retire? - More time with your daughter.

What is her name?

- Her name is Hana. - Hana?

- Yeah. Uh-huh. - Beautiful name.

Do you know her favorite color?

Stop! Shut up with the with the teacher talk all the time.

I swear, man. Favorite color, ward color.

Brother, do you still have yours or what?

I'm not like you, you little whore, who ran away. Always all the way. Traitor.

With or without you. All the way to death.

Cairo?

When we get in there, I'll be the one doing the talking.

I mean it. Not that psycho stuff like back in the day. Serbs are no joke.

It's fine. Come on, let's go.

Hi...

Leave us alone.

Problems with delivery?

No, you don't.

What can I do for you, Saddam?

Some of our boys have gone missing.

Disappeared?

- You're not thinking that it's... - No, no, no, no.

Have you heard anything or what?

People disappear like money in the hands of a gambling addict.

Do you think it's me?

- We think it's somebody... - It's my nephew. Hamza.

He's missing. And he knows your daughter, Sofia.

Who is it?

I saw them together.

Dragan...

- Who did you see? - Your daughter.

Hey, hey, hey, hey! What are you doing?

Take the knife.

- Dragan... - Dragan, what's going to happen?

- Come here, you fucking monkey. - Dragan...

Wait, wait, wait. Wait...

- Dragan! - Shut the fuck up.

Now I'm gonna call her up and ask her if she knows who your nephew is.

Keep your mouth shut.

- Hi, daddy. - Hi, sweetheart. How are you, sweetheart?

- I'm fine. I'm fine. - Do you know a guy named...

- Hamza. - Hamza?

- No, you don't. Why would you do that? - Just answer me, baby.

named Hamza. What's the reason?

- So you don't know anyone with that name? - I already told you no.

Okay, okay, okay.

Sofia. Hamza is my nephew. He has disappeared.

- Who is it? - No one.

- I want to see who it is. - No, forget it.

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Stand up on your feet.

Sofia...

Hamza's gone. If you know anything...

to call and write to him.

with some racists from the West End.

You and I are going to talk, when I get home.

- Yeah. Uh-huh. Sorry, Dad. - Bye, Dad.

You know how it is. Family...

Danilo...

Tell Cairo, what you saw in Vestegnen.

- I hope you find your nephew. - Relax, brothers.

Saddam? Remember my money.

I've come across some strange characters in Vestegnen.

How strange?

Racists, bikers. People like that, who don't like people like you.

They were talking about killing perverts. They sounded like a bunch of assholes.

But then I met their leader, Anker.

Full psychosis.

- I was out with a band saw for them. - Where did you go?

Out in the countryside somewhere. I can't remember where...

- but they were talking about how they were parted pigs and stuff like that.

It's fine. We'll take a look at it.

- That's Amir's son, right? - Uh, yeah, he is.

The last time I was in the workshop I realized he looked exactly like Amir.

What the fuck was he doing in your workshop?

Saddam? Answer me. Answer me. Fucking answer me.

Don't fucking tell me, that he was in your garage.

Does he work for you?

- Does he work for you, Saddam? - So what if he did?

- You fucking bum. - What are you talking about? Me? Uh...

Haven't you done enough to fuck up my family?

Where is he right now? I'll fucking destroy you.

Funny...

Where is Amir, Cairo?

Fuck you! And don't touch me!

Fuck you! Fuck you! I'll find him myself!

- Get the fuck out of here! - Stay away from me, you bum.

What's up, my friend? Are you out of your mind or what?

Get your man under control. Or I'll fix him for you.

- Fuck, man. - Give me a ride.

Baba, can you give me the other tokens?

- All of them? - Uh, no. Just the yellow, blue and brown.

The brown one is my favorite.

- Is it? - Yes, it is.

Will you be home tomorrow too?

Yes, yes, of course, Baba.

Anker Sørensen. Vestegnen.

Recruiting on Amigos.

Sonny, for fuck's sake.

- Exit, this is Cairo. - It's me. It's me. Where the hell have you been?

I was under pressure.

- You didn't come home at all last night. - Yeah, baby, I know.

Cille?

Are you okay?

- I'm a little worried about you, honey. - I'm fine. I'm fine.

I don't think you're fine. Listen to me.

If we're about to start our own family, you have to let me in.

You can't just shut down like that.

You know, I thought, we were further along than this.

Cairo? I'm talking to you.

- Let's just get this over with. - "Get it over with"?

- Don't make a scene. - That was a fucked-up thing to say.

- Cille, there are people sitting right here. - I don't give a shit.

- Cecilie? - Yes, she is.

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I need more time, Danilo. Just until next week.

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when people piss on his appointments.

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The others are there now.

- I gave you 24 hours. - I've been looking for him all night.

I've cut people open to get information about him. No one knows anything.

He has disappeared.

Wallah, I've been home with his father and his brothers.

No one knows anything. They haven't heard from him.

There's something that puzzles me.

Where were you?

What do you mean?

Weren't you the one who was supposed to pick it up?

Yes, but there was a family crisis. I had to be there.

- In the family? - Yes.

Why don't you tell me?

What? Please tell me, that your mama or your papa was dying.

Then I would understand it.

Well?

Saddam, please don't.

Brother.

- Bro, huh? Zuz? - Saddam...

- Come over here, Zuz. - Yes, brother.

Where was this little whore?

Have you gone mute or what? Where was he?

- Where was he? - He was with a banat.

A banat?

So I'm about to start a war with the Serbs over a banat?

I'll solve everything. Just give me another 24 hours.

Saddam...

So you're going to fuck hookers, huh?

You're going to fuck hookers?

I'll fuck you, you little fucking pussy.

I'll split you open! I'll split you, you little whore!

You little pussy, man.

Zuz?

I have a task for you.

Let me have a word. Look, I get it, that you're going through a lot of things.

- What are you talking about? - I'm trying to apologize.

- So be present! - I am physically present.

- I'm talking about up in your head! - I'm in a thousand places in my head.

Well, then share with me what's going on happening in your head so I can help you.

- I've known you for over 15 years. - Honey, uh...

Cairo, do you know if Hamza knew this guy?

- Uh, no. - Are you sure?

A witness saw Hamza enter his apartment apartment the night he disappeared.

- So was Hamza up with him that night? - That's what we've been told.

- So, you've been up there? - Uh, yeah, yeah. The apartment was vacated.

And he wasn't there himself. Does that ring any bells?

Wake up, you fucking asshole. Wake the fuck up!

What's that I hear, you fucking jackal?

Hamza's been in your apartment. What am I hearing?

Hamza has been in your apartment. Why didn't you tell me?

- What are you talking about? - What am I talking about?

Do you understand me now? Do you understand me now?

There's no one who can find you out here.

I bury you right out here, and I'm spending a lot of time doing it.

Every little fucking part of your disgusting body.

Do you understand what I'm fucking saying to you? What am I saying to you? Speak.

Hamza was at my house. We were going to chop.

I sent him out for more bags. He never came back.

That's it, brother. I swear it was.

- What about the necklace? - I borrowed it from him when he left.

Are you lying to me? Do you think I'm stupid or what?

Did you kill him? Did you kill Hamza?

Did you fucking kill Hamza?

Where is Hamza? Where is he?

Sonny?

Sonny? Sonny, it's me. Open the door, Sonny.

Sonny?

Sonny!

Sonny, open the door.

Where have you been? Where the fuck have you been?

I've been in here for a month!

Where the fuck have you been? You can't just fucking leave me!

Come on, let's go inside and talk about it.

- Sonny, I need your help. - My help?

I'm looking for someone called Anker. A racist. Western type.

- What do you need Anker for? - Do you know him? Do you have his address?

No, you don't.

I came here because I had to get out! And I fucking told you that.

Shut the fuck up.

I don't want anything to do with him. to do with him. I need to get out of it!

- Fuck you! And fuck Exit! - Shut the fuck up.

When I ask for his address, you give me his address. Do you hear me?

Do you hear what I'm fucking saying? Don't play dumb with me.

You give me his address and keep your mouth shut, or you won't get any food.

Sit your ass down, man. Give me his fucking address right now!

Good morning, pervert.

Are you awake?

Are you awake?

- Or are you just mooching rent? - Get him up.

- What's up? Good morning, ma'am. - Come on, get up.

I'm not looking for trouble. I'm not looking for trouble. Calm down.

- Then what the hell are you doing here? - With this? In my backyard?

- Calm down, calm down. I'm looking for my nephew. - Who's your nephew?

16 years old. He has short hair. He has a scar on his side...

- Is that the guy with the soccer jersey? - Where is my nephew?

- That's the guy we beat up at the station. - Do you know where he is?

I'll fucking wrap you up.

You little whore. You think you can do anything, you little whore?

You're fucking done. Will there be more? Answer me!

- No one is coming. - He's getting the same ride as his nephew.

- Come on, come on, come on! - Get him up. Come on, come on, come on, come on.

Who sent you? Who sent you?

What? Answer me! Answer me! Fuck you! Fuck you!

- What the fuck is going on? - Fucking pervert!

Who the fuck are you?

- It looks cozy. - Have a seat.

- Where is my invitation? - Shut your ass, monkey.

Shut your mouth, or I'll shove this up your ass.

That monkey is coming with me.

Yalla, Zero. Go get him.

What's up? Get the fuck outta here.

Congo, help him.

You just stay put, little buddy. No one will get hurt.

Dangerous boy... Who are you spitting at?

Cairo, give your fucking car keys to Zero.

That was fucking lucky, that Zuz followed you, huh?

- Fuck, man! - What do you want, man?

Fucking pervert! Come on, man. You can't do shit, man.

Congo...

Get in the car.

Fuck!

Take a shower. Clean yourself up. Join the family.

Call me if you need anything, right?

Hindbærvænget 4.

- Anwar is there. - What? Uh...

What the fuck are you saying?

Yalla, Zero. Did you get the address?

Anwar?

Are you awake or what?

Bro. What's up, bro?

Are we going to move or what? Shall we?

What is he saying? Did he hit his head? Anwar, wake up.

- Where is the cocaine? - Sorry, brother.

Apologize for what?

- Where's the coke, Anwar? - Wallah, brother. The police came.

The police arrived.

Don't tell me, that the police have taken the cocaine.

You know me, brother. Of course I saved it.

The man has hidden the cocaine.

Yalla. Congo, get him out of here. Let's get him out of this rat hole.

- Congo, I missed you. - You too.

Unlock here.

Hey, hey, hey, it's Daddy's Christmas Eve, huh?

- You got lucky there. - I told you, brother.

No stress. Grab your bag and let's move, shababs.

Snow will be on the streets tonight.

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So there is one thing I've been thinking about.

Who the fuck moves in with a grenade, like you do?

Brother...

I've been saving it for a special occasion. Thanks to your ugly face, it came.

Wallah, you delivered 100 percent. Fucking 100 percent.

Thanks for saving my ass today.

Fuck off with that sentimental bullshit. What's wrong with you?

How is your brother really doing?

- Abbas? - Yes.

He's busy, brother. There is full activity in Malmö.

It's nothing like here in Nørrebro.

That's the most important thing.

- How's the family? - Total chaos, man.

What can I say, brother?

Nørrebro is not what it used to be.

It's home, sweet home, brother.

- Come on, come on. - But it's true.

They've ripped it all apart with all this renovation.

- Do you remember Nørrebro in our time? - Yes...

Now there's only Divan left, brother. Number 26 with Thousand Island.

I'm done too, man, see you.

By the way, uh... I was thinking about one thing.

How will it work if one day I had to go into fucking retirement?

You say the word, and we'll figure it out.

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and we'll figure it out. Together.

Okay, okay, okay.

You still haven't gotten hold of those fucking Serbs?

Now the cocaine is under control, and they don't even answer the phone.

We'll give it 15 minutes. Then we'll move and say that things are under control.

Zoro, get him in the car. Yalla! Get him inside.

- Yalla, get in the car. - I'm fucking fucking those Serbs.

Glad you finally got your phone back.

Don't you think it's very good if you get back to work soon?

What?

Maybe it is. I do not know.

- I think it would be a good idea. - Yes, but I say maybe.

I do not know.

You have five new messages.

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last Thursday at 12:52 pm.

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- What is it? - I need your help.

number right now? How long will it take?

It can take a few days. What's the reason?

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And who owns it.

Why are we looking at surveillance from a kiosk?

The company to which the number belongs, is only sold in three locations in Denmark.

One place in Copenhagen, and it's that kiosk. Hamza lives 300 meters down the street.

But what are we looking for? It takes a long time to look through it.

all the tapes through from the kiosk.

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This is going to take time.

- Hey, brother. - Hey, bro. What are you up to?

I need to take care of some things. What's up?

Hamza is alive. I need your help.

Cairo, where are you?

- The tunnel. - Yalla, I'm coming.

Yo!

- Hey, brother. - Where is Hamza?

- Why are you wearing a vest? - Why do you care? Where is Hamza?

- Why the fuck are you wearing a vest? - Is this a fucking psychological interview?

- I don't have time for this. - Aren't you fucking tired of this?

All these years. Aren't you tired of having to constantly having to think about what you're doing?

That you can't go to the playground without looking over your shoulder?

Who the fuck was it who kidnapped Anwar?

Who the fuck is it who made this shit for me?

There's been nothing but headaches, since you got here. You're causing havoc.

That's why I'm fucking running wearing a bulletproof vest. Because of you.

Don't forget, where the fuck we come from.

You may well have found peace. In your nice, peaceful life.

Brother, look at yourself.

You've traveled all over Copenhagen to find your nephew.

You're still the same Cairo. You're just wrapped in Cousin BR gift wrap.

You fucking bum. Fucking idiot.

And you went blind, brother.

Stop it now and come with me.

Saddam, I'm going to tell you once. Stop this.

None of that fucking moral bullshit.

It wasn't me, who turned his back on all of us.

I lost my brother that night. My fucking brother.

My fucking brother!

That night, I lost both my brothers.

Do you understand that?

What the fuck are we doing here? Yalla, where is Hamza?

Where is he?

Why did you bring me over here? Are we having nostalgia or what?

"All the way to death", huh?

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Send a video when you've done it.

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Hey...

There's finally someone we know. There, there, there. Try rewinding.

What the hell was that name again?

Maryam, what am I doing here?

Why do I have a message with your address on it?

Can you feel my pain?

I can feel your pain.

When your child doesn't come home. My heart goes out to you.

That feeling...

My heart is broken after what happened to my son.

Look at the pain around you.

You think I don't know that it was you who killed my son?

- My Younes was an innocent boy. - No, no, no, Maryam.

- Where is Hamza? - You killed him.

- You killed my son. - Maryam, where is Hamza?

You killed my son.

Maryam?

Hamza!

Hamza! Hamza!

Hamza! Hamza!

Hamza! Hamza!

Hamza!

Where is he? Where is Hamza, Maryam?

He was out in the hallway.

Along with him, the criminal.

I asked him to help me move my couch.

Maryam, I'm not kidding. Where is he? Where is he?

Hamza is a good boy.

Stop it, Maryam. I can't lose him.

You and your friend Saddam are like cancer cells in my body.

You are poisoning the youth. The children of the parents.

I still see my son in my dreams. Do you understand that?

- You killed my son. Both of you. - I'm sorry, Maryam.

- What are you sad about? I lost my son. - I'm sorry for everything we've done.

- Did you know he was my only child? - Tell me where Hamza is.

I can't lose him.

I lost my son. I lost my only son.

And now you're on your knees before me. What are you begging for?

I can't lose him.

He is lying on the sofa.

Hamza!

Hamza, wake up! Hamza!

Can you hear me?

Maryam...

I feel sorry for your mom. For what she's going through now.

- Put down what you have in your hands!

Put down what you have in your hands!

Cairo?

Cairo!

Lundtoftegade 22, 2nd floor.

Who is that in the car?

Abbas. From Malmö.

Saddam's brother.

Texts: Malene Mortensen Oneliner