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Hello, what are we doing here? What did you guys have in mind?

Ask your brother.

- What’s he talking about? - Younes needs a bit of discipline.

Are you joking with me, or what? What are you talking about?

Younes is a fucking wimp and needs a few slaps, nothing more.

- That’s why you’re carrying a piece? - Yeah. In case he resists.

Shut up. - Saddam, start the car. He’s fucking crazy. Saddam, you hear me?

- Relax now. - Don’t you fucking touch me!

- What’s the problem? - Put the gun down! Are you stupid?

- Start the car. We’re leaving now! - No. Shut up, lean back.

We’re on edge, and the guy’s yelling and screaming. What don’t you get?

- Stop fucking yelling. - Start the car and shut up!

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

- Come on, come on now. - Cairo!

- Hey, Younes. You fucking bum. - Cairo! What the hell are you doing?

Shut up. Look at this. Stay the hell away from my customers, you fucking punk.

Cairo, he’s been beaten. Now let’s get the hell out of here.

- You gave him a couple of slaps. - You fucking dog!

Amir? Amir?

Amir!

Saddam! What the hell are you doing?

- Amir? Amir, wake up. - Cairo.

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

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

- Look at me. We have to leave now. - It’s my brother, man.

- We’re leaving. I’ve got you all the way. - Shut up! It’s my fucking brother.

Are you stupid, or what? We have to go. Cairo! Yalla!

Amir!

Amir. Amir!

10 YEARS LATER

CROSSING LINES

Give me a puff.

Are you sure

you’re not pregnant?

- I just want a puff.

- Don’t start with that crap again.

I wish I was.

- Pregnant?

- Yeah.

A little mini-you running around.

- Wouldn’t that be nice?

- Yeah.

Not when you were young.

Then I’d have been stressed out.

You don’t need more stress.

What would he be called?

I don’t know.

Got any suggestions?

- Muhammad. And it’s gotta be said like that.

- Is that how you’re gonna call him?

A little stress bomb.

“Come here, Muhammad!”

Darling...

He’s gonna be called Amir.

You have a daughter, right?

Yeah.

Let’s say it’s her birthday. Just go along with this, Sonny.

She wants to go to her favorite restaurant. Which one would that be? Where?

Jensen? McD?

No, we usually go to a place called Amigos.

You’re on your way to Amigos. You’re in the car, she’s super excited.

She’s feeling great. She’s with her dad, after all.

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

Back to the door. What happens?

She wants to sit across from you. You can’t say anything else.

- What are you getting at with this? - It’s about paranoia. Anxiety.

A thousand thoughts racing because you’re sitting with your back to the door.

But she doesn’t want to sit any other way.

So, Sonny, what do you do?

Do you give your daughter the birthday she deserves?

Tell me then, what’s her favorite color?

Sonny.

Just because you have a daughter—

—doesn’t mean she has a father.

We’ll be here, and we’ll support you.

But only you can give her the father she deserves.

Two seconds.

- Cairo! - Don’t touch me!

Hisham! Hey, hey, hey. Calm down.

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

Fuck!

I said relax! - We’re turning him. Three, two, one...

Fuck you, you dog! I’ll fuck both of you, man!

- I’ll fuck you. Fuck you! - Relax, Hisham.

- You’re not getting anything out of that. - Fuck you.

- Is he calm? Hisham? - Fucking whore.

- We’re here for you. - Fuck you too. Fucking whore.

- Hisham, go cool off outside. - Shut up!

You relax. - You guys? You okay?

- You okay? - Yeah, give me two minutes.

Cairo?

- Yeah. - Everything cool?

Yeah, but he spat in my face, and this one’s busted.

Calm down, okay? I’ll get this fixed.

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

Want to report him, or what?

No, he’s just not ready. I’ll just wash up.

- What about Sonny? - Sonny’s ready.

Good job.

Wow, Hamza’s picking up girls.

- Good thing they didn’t take your necklace. - Yeah, my only memory of my dad.

- Remember to put ice on your eye. - Yeah, yeah, relax. See you.

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

- Who is it? - Nobody. Just a girl.

You want her, or what? I’ve got four others.

- What’s that? - I played soccer yesterday.

- What’s that? Seriously? - I played soccer with the guys.

You know how those animals are. I got a solid elbow.

- Relax. - You’ll tell me if something’s up?

- Of course. - You’re not hanging out with just anyone?

- Chill, it’s just a bruise. - You can always talk to me, okay?

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

- I was picking up lamb for bibi. - I’ll take care of it. Come for dinner tonight.

- Wallah, I can’t. - Why not?

- I’ve got some things to sort out. - Things? You’re real important right now.

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

- Wait, isn’t that Maryam? - Yeah, I think so.

It’s Maryam. Help her with the bags.

Show her how to behave. Be a gentleman. Come on, yalla.

Help her. She’s got no one.

Yalla. Run, run!

- Can I help you? - Thanks, habibi.

Anwar? You can’t light a joint in the middle of everything, bro.

Shut up now. Let me dream myself back to Thailand.

Imagine waking up every morning with two whores jerking you off.

- Don’t they have trannies in Thailand? - Shut up now.

Lak, that’s right. Lak, they’ve got those trannies in Thailand. I know.

I’m just saying it to our brother here, you know.

Is he your cousin?

Is that the one whose dad bailed when he was little?

Is it him or not?

I’m asking you, bro.

- Where’s your dad? - What do you mean?

Do you know where your dad is?

Where would he be?

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

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

My dad came home. He was a fishmonger. Where’s your dad?

- Forget my dad, habibi. - Call him.

- I’m not calling anyone. - Call him.

- Anwar? - Kamal?

Get away from me! - Where’s your dad? I’m talking to you.

Don’t talk about my dad, habibi.

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...

Don’t say a word next time. He’s sick in the head.

The goods have arrived. Got everything under control?

- Normal, my brother. - You know it’s gotta be express.

The Serbs want their money fast.

I’ve got two more to chop. Then I’ll pick up Kamal.

- Which ones are chopping? - The new guys.

- Why the new guys? - Why not the new guys?

- I started with chopping myself. - This is a lot of kilos.

It’s under control.

Good. You’re the one who’s screwed if something happens.

Zero?

Why are you playing dumb?

Last time you pull a gun with kids in the courtyard. Got it?

Got it?

What do you say, you bum?

That’s enough.

Sort out the cocaine. And no delays.

Yalla, get the fuck out of my car.

- Did he get a shock from your Arabic? - Yeah, he just stared at me.

So I took my mint and left.

- But was it good mint? - No. It wasn’t Moroccan.

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

- Exactly. - You’re so good, Cille.

What’s with the eye and soccer? That’s pretty rough.

Relax. The guys and I are just playing ball.

- You’re playing soccer? - That’s how I played when I was young.

- I came home like that a lot too. - No, darling, not like that.

I’m coming with you next time if they don’t stop.

- It’ll go away in a couple of days. - Faster.

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

You’re completely purple.

They were trailing, but after a hopeless tackle by Francesco Acerbi...

Wallah, if they miss, I’m burning my Milan jersey.

- They’ll probably miss. - He’s gotta score.

If the keeper doesn’t save it, he’s getting beaten in the locker room.

- Fuck! - Hamza!

How could he miss that?

I told you he had a lot on the line.

- Fuck it, it’s over now. - Crazy game, though.

- Get me a new Milan jersey. - You were gonna burn yours.

- I lost mine. - How?

- I just lost it. - You didn’t lose it.

- What? - Some girl’s running around in it.

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

Which of the girls is getting it?

- Won’t you get your nephew a new jersey? - Yeah. And your girls.

Just tell me how many girls you’ve got. You gotta tell me stuff like that.

I’m heading out for a bit. Need anything?

I need to know if it’s gonna be XS or XL. You never say anything.

- Promise not to come home late. - Yeah, yeah. Yalla salam!

- Yalla, Hamza! - What? Who’s that?

Just you? What are you doing?

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

- Chill. - Why don’t you answer?

I don’t care if Saddam knew your dad. I’ll shit on all of you.

Okay.

What’s that?

- You like it? - It’s cool, wallah.

- Why not just a normal piece? - Shut up now. We gotta work. Yalla.

- Kamal? - Anwar, habibi.

A girl came with a bottle. So I’ll pick it up tomorrow.

- What? We’re in a hurry. - Let me just have a little fun.

You’re at my place tomorrow morning. I want that shit out of the apartment.

And don’t drink too much, you drunk.

Good evening.

Fucking wimp.

You can just come out. Nice and easy.

- Don’t take it off. You ready? - Super ready.

Here you go.

- Welcome. It’s yours. - I can’t deal with that.

- It’s yours. - Fucking shithole.

There won’t be anyone else when you’re here.

Are those molehills where you’ve buried the others from Exit?

That’s where I’ve buried everyone who tries to find you.

The grand living room.

- Fucking shithole. - It is what it is.

I’ve got your snacks here. There’s a fridge and a TV.

There are stuffed owls too. You won’t miss anything.

- And you’re taking my phone? - Yeah.

- Is there internet? - No. People get desperate.

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

You can go for a walk in nature.

You can also just... There’s a TV and Nintendo.

Let me just take this. Two seconds.

Exit, it’s Cairo.

Leyla? Leyla, what’s going on?

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

Sometimes he sleeps at other places.

Hey, Leyla. Take it easy and slow.

Is his phone on now?

Is it off?

You haven’t talked to him in a month? Elias, be honest.

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

He never turns off his phone.

He knows he’s supposed to call back. We’ve all called him.

We just need to breathe. How old is your son?

He’s 16.

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

- So he hasn’t been missing for 24 hours? - Didn’t you hear? He’s 16 years old.

- That’s a lot of hours to be gone. - Leyla, calm down.

Is there reason to believe he’s in danger?

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

What are you saying? You think my son is a criminal? Is that what you’re saying?

Leyla, give me two minutes with them.

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

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

He’s been gone for less than a day, but I talked to his best friend.

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

He’s not answering, his phone rings at weird times, and he’s acting shady.

- I’m worried he’s mixed up in something. - Like you were at his age?

- Do we have a problem, you and me? - I don’t have a problem.

Can you sort out your colleague?

- Are you helping us or what the hell’s going on? - Yeah, we’re helping you.

Listen. Sometimes the guys take a break from everything.

Wait another 24 hours. If he doesn’t show up, we’ll look into it.

I think we should go now. We’ll be in touch. Salam aleikum.

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

We’re not waiting 24 hours.

- Salam aleikum. - Aleikum salam.

What’s up, habibi? Can I help you?

So? What’s gonna happen?

I’ll talk to him.

Congo.

Just let him in.

Machiavelli’s back, huh?

- Got enough of the cop life, or what? - I’m not a cop.

A whore is a whore, bro.

- Everything good? - Skip the emotional crap. What do you want?

- Hamza. Know where he is? - Aren’t you his uncle?

I’d think an uncle would know that stuff.

And then you show up here.

After how many years?

What?

Hamza’s missing.

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

So let me know if you hear anything.

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

And that’s the first thing you come and tell me, huh?

What, Cairo?

Fucking whore.

Call if you hear anything.

Well, you pig? Are you a pig, or what?

Nice necklace.

Something gonna happen? Why are you standing here? Yalla!

What?

See you, pretty boy! Bye-bye!

Fucking pig.

What if I saw someone with Hamza’s gold chain?

Have you seen someone with Hamza’s gold chain?

Cairo?

Are you there? What’s going on? What’s happening?

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

- Have you told the police? - Fuck the police. He needs to be found now!

We’ll sort this out. Breathe, Cairo.

I’ve got contacts at the police who can probably help us.

I’ll do what I can.

What’s up, Saddam?

Having a cozy time?

Stand up when I’m talking to you.

Where’s Hamza?

Suddenly can’t talk, or what?

Weren’t you with him a couple of days ago?

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

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

Should I cut your tongue off?

Who are you talking to?

- Is the delivery under control? - Yeah. It’s with me.

Why isn’t it with Kamal?

He had something important to do. With the family.

You’re the one who’s screwed if something’s up. Get a grip on the delivery.

- The Serbs are nagging the shit out of me. - Okay.

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

Fuck Hamza too.

Vicky The police are on it

Why are we doing this? No one here’s gonna say anything.

Chill out, and maybe people will talk.

Take off the badge. We look like cops from a mile away.

Al-Ramari.

It’s the police!

I don’t think anyone’s there.

- Fuck. - It’s the police.

Can we talk to you for a bit?

Smell that?

It’s the police!

...to the voicemail. It’s unfortunately not...

- Should we kick the door in? - No, damn it.

- Salam aleikum. Do you live here? - Yeah.

- Can we ask you a few questions? - I’m about to pray now.

You pray five times a day and might skip one prayer.

It’ll just take a moment.

- Yeah, my brother? - Zuz, where are you?

- I’m looking for Hamza. - Where’s that bum hiding?

I’ve called him a hundred times. Is everyone in that family inbred?

I don’t know. I haven’t seen him since yesterday.

Fucking junkie. Totally fucking useless.

This is the guy we’re looking for.

His name’s Hamza.

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

- With your bags? - It’s very sad.

What’s sad?

That the gangs are always doing criminal things.

Why do you say “gangs”? Do they have anything to do with Hamza’s disappearance?

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

That’s really sad to hear.

- Were you home last Thursday night? - Yeah.

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

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

- Who? Hamza? - Yeah.

You think you saw Hamza go in there last Thursday night?

I don’t know, but I think so.

- I don’t want any trouble. - You won’t get any. We promise.

Reasonable suspicion. We’re kicking in the door. - Thanks a lot.

Close the door behind you. Didn’t your dad teach you to shut the door?

Who’s that?

What the hell are you doing here? Chill, my brother.

Shut up and stand up.

Yeah, yeah. Why so serious?

- Stand up, I said. - Yeah?

Okay. Then we stand up.

- What’s gonna happen? - Yalla.

Stop, stop. Don’t turn around. Take off the necklace.

- The necklace? - Take off the damn necklace.

You’re too funny. All this because of a necklace?

Here, you junkie. Take it.

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

Open the door! Hey, you mongol.

- Open the damn thing. - Shut your fucking mouth.

I’ll fuck your face. You punk.

Wallah, I’ve got claws. I’ll fuck your face. Wanna die?

- Where? Should I fuck you out there? - You talk too much. To the right.

Oh, I’ll fuck you to the right. Fucking punk. Look at my sandals.

Now what?

Yalla.

What? Do I have to open it for you too?

Just stand against that one. Against that one. Back to it.

- Raise your arms. - That’s what I’m saying. Dirty, dirty.

Now what? I’m ready. Come and suck me. You fucking...

Done playing? You happy now?

Yeah?

- Where’d you get it from? - Are you joking with me?

- Where’d you get it from? - Fuck you.

- Fuck Hamza. - Hey!

Think about how you fucking talk to me. Where’d you get it from?

Get your dirty paws off me. Get them off me.

Okay.

- Okay... - What you gonna do now?

Let’s see how long you can keep this up.

Wallah, you punk. You fucking punk!

Come here!

I can’t see anything right now, but you guys will definitely see each other again.

He’ll be back soon.

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

- Everything good? - Yeah. You?

I’m good. Thanks for asking.

What do the police say?

They’re doing what they can, but they’ve got no leads so far.

Anwar’s gone.

What are you telling me?

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

The cocaine?

Answer me.

It’s gone.

- The police? - Doesn’t look like it.

- Have you been to his apartment? - Yeah.

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

24 hours, Kamal. Or your mom will be burying you.

Yalla, get out of here, all of you.

Amir! Wake up! Saddam, what the hell are you doing?

Darling, having nightmares again?

Allahu akbar.

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

Guys like you are loyal to the death.

And I know that’s what the street demands.

But I need fucking information now.

You’re getting nothing from me. I gotta shit. How long have I been here?

Yalla, get up. Go in and shit.

Untie my hands or pull down my pants so I can shit.

Look the fucking other way and let me shit in peace!

Hamza is my nephew.

And he vanished into thin air. Just like that.

And suddenly you’re running around with his fucking necklace on.

So now I’m asking you nice and calm...

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

I’m asking fucking nice and calm! Where did you find it?!

I don’t know where he is.

You fucking punk. Raise your arms.

Shut your fucking mouth! And tell me now.

Tell me now where you found Hamza’s chain.

Where did you find his chain? Where?!

- Let me wash my ass first. - Fuck your ass! Where did you find the chain?

- Where? - I found it in the stairwell.

What the fuck was he doing in your stairwell? What was he doing in your stairwell?!

Stop messing around. And take that off.

What was he doing in your stairwell?

- I don’t know what he was doing there. - Sleep on it.

Stop, hey, wait, wait, wait.

Sofia. Sofia.

Sofia.

- Which Sofia? - The Serb’s daughter.

Her name’s Sofia. They might have found out she’s with Hamza.

- Which Serb? Dragan? - Yeah, Dragan.

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

You’ll get more food when you give me more information.

Come back! Cairo!

Fuck.

MISSING

HAMZA JAFARI

Darling?

Listen to what I’m saying, okay?

It’s not your fault. Okay?

I mean it.

Yeah.

- Come eat something. - I’m coming.

I’m going down to the boxing club to put up flyers, okay?

We’ll find him.

Cairo.

Hey, bro.

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

Problems aside. Have you heard anything about Hamza?

Not yet.

One of my soldiers is missing now too.

I think something’s going on.

Cairo?

You still talk to Dragan?

Yalla!

We’re taking mine.

- We’re taking mine, habibi. - I can’t be seen in that thing.

Habibi, where’s yours?

Are you joking with me?

Nice car, huh?

- You still with Cille? - Yeah, we’re holding on.

- You guys haven’t had kids? - No, no kids.

Doesn’t it work?

Small balls?

You got a family?

I’ve got a daughter.

Shouldn’t you think about retiring then?

Retire?

- Why would I retire? - More time with your daughter.

What’s her name?

- Her name’s Hana. - Hana?

- Yeah. - Beautiful name.

Do you know her favorite color?

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

I swear. Favorite color, favorite color.

Bro, you still got yours, or what?

I’m not like you, little whore, who bailed. Always all the way. Traitor.

With or without you. All the way to death.

Cairo?

When we go in there, I’m the one talking.

I mean it. No psychosis like back in the day. You don’t mess with the Serbs.

It’s okay. Come on.

Hey.

Leave us alone.

Problems with the delivery?

No.

What can I do for you, Saddam?

Some of our guys have gone missing.

Missing?

- You don’t think it’s...? - No.

Have you heard anything, or what?

People disappear like money for a gambling addict.

You think it’s me?

- We think it’s someone... - It’s my nephew Hamza.

He’s missing. And he knows your daughter Sofia.

Who?

I saw them together.

Dragan.

- Who did you see together? - Your daughter.

- Hey! Hey! - Hey! What are you doing?!

Take the knife.

- Dragan. - Dragan, what’s gonna happen?

- Come here, you fucking ape. - Dragan!

Wait. Wait.

- Dragan! - Shut your fucking mouth!

Now I’m calling her and asking if she knows who your nephew is.

Quiet.

- Hey, Dad. - Hey, sweetheart. How’s it going?

- It’s good. - Do you know a guy named...?

- Hamza. - Hamza?

- No. Why? - Just answer me, sweetheart.

No, I don’t know anyone named Hamza. Why?

- So you don’t know anyone by that name? - I already said no.

Okay.

Sofia! Hamza is my nephew. He’s missing.

- Who’s that? - Nobody.

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

I want to see who it is, Dad.

Get up!

Sofia.

Hamza’s gone. If you know anything at all...

I’ve tried calling and texting him.

The last time we were together, he got into a fight with some racists from Vestegnen.

We’re gonna talk when I get home.

- Yeah. Sorry, Dad. - Bye.

Hey. You know how it is with family.

Danilo...

Tell Cairo what you saw in Vestegnen.

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

Saddam? Don’t forget my money.

I’ve run into some weird types in Vestegnen lately.

Weird how?

Racists, biker guys. The kind who don’t like people like you.

They were talking about killing “babbas.” They sounded completely nuts.

But then I met their leader, Anker.

Total psycho.

- I was out there with a band saw for them. - Where?

Out in the countryside somewhere. I don’t remember exactly where—

- but they were talking about chopping up pigs and stuff like that.

That’s good. We’ll check it out.

- That’s Amir’s son, right? - Yeah.

Last time I was at the workshop, I saw he looked exactly like Amir.

What the fuck was he doing at your workshop?

Saddam? Answer me. Fucking answer me.

Don’t fucking tell me he was at your workshop.

Is he working for you?

- Is he working for you, Saddam? - So what if he is?

- You fucking bum. - What do you mean, me?

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

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

Calm down.

Where’s Amir, Cairo?!

Fuck you! And don’t fucking touch me!

Fuck you! I’ll find him myself!

- Get out of here! - Don’t come near me, you bum.

What’s going on, my friend? Huh? Are you completely nuts, or what?

Get your guy under control. Or I’ll sort him out for you.

- Fuck, man. - You’re driving me.

Baba, can you get me the other markers?

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

The brown one’s my favorite.

- Is it? - Yeah.

Are you home tomorrow too?

Yeah, yeah, of course, Baba.

"Anker Sørensen. Vestegnen."

"Recruits at Amigos."

Sonny, for fuck’s sake.

- Exit, it’s Cairo. - It’s me. Where the hell have you been?

I was under pressure.

- You didn’t come home last night. - Yeah, darling, I know.

Cille?

Are you okay?

- I’m a bit worried about you. - I’m fine.

I don’t think you’re fine. Listen now.

If we’re gonna start our own family, you’ve got to let me in.

You can’t just shut down like that.

I thought we were past that.

Cairo? I’m talking to you.

- Let’s just get this over with. - What do you mean, get it over with?

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

- Cille, there are people here. - I don’t give a shit.

- Cecilie? - Yeah.

It’s not happening, bro. Dragan wants his money as agreed.

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

We’re already a week late.

You know how he is when people piss on his deals.

All the money today, Saddam. I can’t do more for you.

The others are there now.

- I gave you 24 hours. - I looked for him all night.

I’ve been pumping people out there for tips about him. No one knows anything.

He’s gone.

Wallah, I’ve been to his dad’s and brothers’ place.

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

There’s something I’m wondering about.

Where were you?

What do you mean?

Weren’t you the one picking it up?

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

- With the family? - Yeah.

Why didn’t you tell me?

What? Tell me your mom or dad was dying.

Then I could’ve understood.

What?

Saddam, stop it.

Bro.

- Bro, what? - Zuz. - Saddam...

- Come here, Zuz. - Yeah, bro.

Where was this little whore at?

Have you gone mute, or what? Where was he at?

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

A girl?

So I’m supposed to start a war with the Serbs because of a girl?

I’ll sort it all out. Just give me 24 more hours.

Saddam.

So you’re gonna fuck whores, huh?

You’re gonna fuck whores?

I’ll fuck you, you little fucking pussy.

I’ll destroy you! I’ll destroy you, you little whore!

You little pussy.

Zuz.

I’ve got a job for you.

Let me talk. I get that you’re going through a lot.

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

- Be present then! - I’m physically present.

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

Share what’s going on in your head so I can help you.

- I’ve known you for over 15 years. - Darling...

Cairo, do you know if Hamza knew this guy?

- No. - Are you sure?

Because a witness saw Hamza go into his apartment the night he disappeared.

- Was Hamza at his place that night? - That’s what we’ve heard.

- So, you’ve been there? - Yeah. The apartment was empty.

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

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

What’s this I’m hearing, you fucking jackal?

Hamza was at your apartment. What’s this I’m hearing?

Hamza was at your apartment! Why didn’t you tell me?

- What are you talking about? - What I’m talking about, huh?!

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

No one can find you out here.

I’ll bury you out here, and I’ll take my sweet time.

Every little fucking piece of your disgusting body.

Do you understand what I’m fucking saying to you? Huh?! Talk.

Hamza was at my place. We were gonna chop.

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

That’s all, bro. I swear that’s all.

- What about the necklace? - I borrowed it 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’s Hamza?! Where is he?!

Sonny?

Sonny? Sonny, it’s me. Open the door.

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 leave me like that! Fuck you!

Come on, let’s go in and talk about it.

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

I’m looking for a guy named Anker. A racist. Vestegnen type.

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

No.

I came here to get out! And I’ve fucking told you that.

Shut up now!

I’m not gonna have anything to do with him. I want out!

- Fuck you! And fuck Exit! - Shut your fucking mouth! Okay?

When I ask for his address, you give me his address. Got it?

Do you hear what I’m saying to you? Don’t play dumb with me.

You give me his address and shut up, or you’re not getting any food.

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

Good morning, babbe.

You awake?

You awake? Huh?

- Or are you just a freeloader? - Get him up.

- What’s up? Good morning. - Get up.

I don’t want any trouble.

- What the fuck are you doing here then? - With this? In my garden?

- Calm down. I’m looking for my nephew. - Who’s your nephew?

16 years old. Short hair. He’s got a scar on the side...

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

- That’s the one we roughed up at the station. - Do you know where he is?

I’ll fucking make mincemeat out of you!

You little whore. Think you’re something, you little whore?

You’re fucking done! Are there more coming? Answer me!

- No one’s coming. - He’s gonna get what his nephew got.

- Come on now! - Get him up. Come on now.

Who sent you? Huh?

Huh?! Answer me! Fuck you!

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

Who the fuck are you?

- Looks cozy. - Sit down.

- Where’s my invitation? - Shut up, you ape.

Keep your mouth shut, or I’ll shove this up your ass.

That ape there is coming with me.

Yalla, Zero. Go get him.

What? Get out of here.

Congo, help him.

You just stay seated, little friend. Then no one gets hurt.

Tough guy. Who are you spitting on?

Cairo, give your fucking car keys to Zero.

Lucky Zuz followed you, huh?

- Fuck, man! - What do you want?

Fucking babbe! Come on. You can’t do shit.

Congo.

Get in the car.

Fuck!

Take a shower. Clean yourself up. Go home to your family.

Call if something’s up, okay?

Hindbærvænget 4.

- Anwar’s there. - What?

What the fuck are you saying?

Yalla, Zero. Did you get the address?

Anwar?

You awake, or what?

Bro. What’s good, bro?

We leaving, or what? We going?

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

- Where’s the cocaine? - Sorry, bro.

Sorry for what?

- Where’s the cocaine, Anwar? - Wallah, bro. The police came.

The police came.

Stop saying the police took the cocaine.

You know me, bro. Of course I hid it.

He hid the cocaine.

Yalla. Congo, get him out of here. We’re getting him out of this rat hole.

- Congo, I missed you. - And I missed you.

Unlock this.

Halla, halla. It’s Daddy’s Christmas, huh?

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

No stress. Grab the bag, and we’re out, shababs.

It’s gonna snow on the streets tonight.

Amir!

Amir!

Yeah, bro?

So there’s this thing I’ve been thinking about.

Who the fuck walks in with a grenade like you do?

Bro...

I was saving it for something special. Thanks to your ugly face, it happened.

Wallah, you delivered 100 percent. Fucking 100 percent.

Thanks for saving my ass today.

Cut the sentimental crap now. What’s wrong with you?

How’s it really going with your brother?

- Abbas? - Yeah.

He’s busy, bro. It’s full-on action in Malmö.

It’s not like here on Nørrebro at all.

As long as you’ve got each other. That’s what matters most.

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

What can I say, bro?

Nørrebro’s not what it used to be.

Nothing’s like Nørrebro. It’s home, sweet home, bro.

- Stop it. - But it’s true.

They’ve fucked it all up with all the renovations.

- Remember Nørrebro back in our day? - Yeah.

Now it’s just Divan left, bro. Number 26 with Thousand Island.

If they close, I’m done for too.

By the way, I was thinking about something.

What happens if one day I want to go into that fucking retirement?

You let me know, and we’ll sort it out.

No stress.

When you’re ready, we’ll handle it. Together.

Okay.

Still haven’t gotten hold of those Serb bastards?

Now we’ve got the cocaine sorted, and they’re not even picking up the phone.

We wait 15 minutes. Then we go there and tell them it’s all under control.

Zero, get him in the car! Yalla! Get him in!

- Yalla, get in the car. - I’ll fucking screw those Serbs.

Good that you finally got your phone back.

Don’t you think it’d be really good if you started working again soon?

What?

Maybe. I don’t know.

- I think it’d be smart. - Yeah, but I’m saying maybe.

I don’t know.

Welcome to the voicemail. You have five new messages.

Press 1 to listen to messages.

The first new message was received on Thursday at 12:52.

Uncle? It’s me—Hamza.

I’m begging you. Help me.

I’d say you need to...

WHO ARE YOU?! WHERE’S HAMZA?

You have until midnight. Or Hamza dies.

- What’s that? - I need your help.

Can you help me trace a number? How long will it take?

It might take a couple of days. Why?

It’s about Hamza. And it’s urgent.

Find out where the card came from and who owns it.

Why are we looking at surveillance from a convenience store?

The company that owns the number has only three retailers in Denmark.

One place in Copenhagen, that store. Hamza lives 300 meters down the street.

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

Cairo? I got them to go through all the tapes from the convenience store.

We don’t know what we’re looking for.

Now it’s about staying calm. This is going to take time.

- Hey, bro. - Hey, bro. What you doing?

Not much. I’m gonna sort out some stuff. What do you want?

Hamza’s alive. I need your help.

What do you mean? Cairo, where are you at?

- The tunnel. - Yalla, I’m coming.

Yo!

- Hey, bro. - Where’s Hamza?

- Why are you wearing a vest? - What’s that to you? Where’s Hamza?

- Why the hell are you wearing a vest? - Is this a fucking therapy session?

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

All these years. Aren’t you tired of always thinking about what you’re doing?

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

Who the fuck was it that kidnapped Anwar?

Who the fuck has messed things up like this for me?

It’s been nothing but a headache since you showed up. You create chaos.

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

Don’t forget where the fuck we come from.

Maybe you’ve found peace. In your nice, peaceful life.

Bro, look at yourself.

You’ve turned all of Copenhagen upside down to find your nephew.

You’re still the same Cairo. Just wrapped in gift paper from the toy store.

You fucking bum. Fucking idiot.

And you went blind, bro.

Stop that shit now and come with me.

Saddam, I’m saying this once. Stop this.

Not that fucking moral talk.

I wasn’t the one who turned my 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 get that?

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

Where is he?

Why’d you bring me here? Are we gonna get nostalgic and reminisce?

Two hours left.

"All the way to death," huh?

Uncle. It’s me—Hamza.

I’m begging you. Help me.

I’d say you need to...

...kill Saddam.

Or they’ll kill me. Send a video when you’ve done it.

Then you’ll get the address.

Lundtoftegade 22, 2 TH. Come alone.

Whoa.

There’s finally someone we recognize. There. Rewind.

What the fuck was that name?

Maryam, what am I doing here?

Why do I have a message with your address?

Do you feel my pain?

I feel your pain.

When your child doesn’t come home. I feel for you.

That feeling.

My heart is broken because of what happened to my son.

Look at the pain around you.

Don’t you think I know it was you who killed my son?

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

- Where’s Hamza? - You killed him.

- You killed my son. - Maryam, where’s Hamza?

You killed my son.

Maryam.

Hamza!

Hamza! Hamza!

Hamza! Hamza!

Hamza! Hamza?

Hamza!

Where is he? Where’s Hamza, Maryam?

He was out in the stairwell.

With that criminal guy.

I asked him to help me move my couch.

Maryam, I’m not joking. 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 poison the youth, the parents’ children.

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

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

- Sorry for what? I lost my son. - I’m sorry for everything we’ve done.

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

I can’t lose him.

I lost my son! I lost my only son!

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

I can’t lose him.

He’s lying on the couch.

Hamza?

Hamza, wake up. Wake up. Hamza!

Do you hear me? Hamza!

Maryam...

I feel sorry for your mom. For what she has to go through now.

- It’s the police! - Put down what you’re holding!

I repeat: Put down what you’re holding!

Cairo?

Cairo!

I repeat: Lundtoftegade 22, second floor.

Who’s in the car?

Abbas. From Malmö.

Saddam’s brother.

Text: Grok (From Swedish)