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- Hi, Kauf. - Hi.

Come with me. They're packing up.

- Is that her? - Yes.

We need to notify the next-of-kin.

Do you have contact info for any relatives?

I'd like to handle it, if that's okay.

Sure.

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SNAKE KILLER

- Why do we always play chess? - My father played it with me.

- Now I play it with you. - Can't we play Monopoly?

Sure. Hurry up and get it.

- Hello. - Hello.

- How did it go? - It's done. No problems.

- Good. - It went fine. Don't worry about it.

Hi. Is it Lea?

I'm waiting on forensics -

- but she was probably killed elsewhere then dumped in the Meatpacking District.

She was staying at the Tourist Hotel, room 323. She took johns there.

I'll get someone over there right away.

- Anything on the phone? - I'm sending it down to Tech.

Can I get a copy of the report?

No, you can't. But I'll keep you updated.

As long as it goes both ways.

- Kauf, got a minute? - Sure. Just a moment, Smiley.

Lea, it's Smiley. Don't meet with Kourosh until we've talked.

See you at nine.

Message deleted.

Hey, Smiley! Welcome to the front page.

Good morning. Riding along yesterday was really great.

I learned a lot. And the car is already packed up, so...

Do you always talk this much? How does your boyfriend stand it?

- What's that? - A Volvo 121.

An old patrol car from Station 5 on Absalonsgade.

You'll never earn his respect if you're on his heels like that.

- He's my supervisor. - Then ask Lundberg for a new one.

Would he do that for a male officer?

- What do you think I should do? - Do?

Didn't you use to be in Uropatruljen?

That was a long time ago.

I don't mind the locker-room talk and grunt mentality.

In my old division they played porn in the break room. It doesn't faze me.

I just want the chance to show what I'm capable of.

Okay. I've got a tip from an old informant you can have.

But first you might want to read up on who you're dealing with...

Spokesperson for Anti-Fascist Alliance -

- condemns the dismissal of charges against the officer.

I'll bet she's pasty with blue hair and piercings.

It's an endorsement of the fascist oppression machine...

COPENHAGEN'S MOST BRUTAL COP

Everyone knows crazy bitches are freaky.

- Good morning, boys. - Morning.

We need some people for patrols. Moustakas, you're not on the roster.

- Okay. When is it? - Saturday. Morning shift.

Cosmo, I'll put you down too. You'll get out of guard duty.

All right, fine.

- Don't you have an alarm clock? - I had to do your wife first.

Thomsen, you're testifying on June 7th. This time, mark it in your calendar.

Patrick, one of our two new officers in residency, is back with his old unit.

Oh, yeah! What'd I tell you? Cough up!

- You too. - Chill out.

- Who paid for lunch yesterday? - Could you do this somewhere else?

- Anyone else got anything? - Yes.

I got a tip about an Icelander named Nonni Bletur.

He's supposedly holding a large amount of amphetamine.

And where did that tip come from?

An old contact reached out.

- Sounds good. You'll follow up on that? - Sure, will do.

I paid for lunch yesterday, what's your problem?

- Smiley... - Are the rookies calling the shots now?

Regarding Lea Olsen... Homicide is handling it.

Just so we're clear.

Anything else?

So Kourosh killed her because she was an informant?

At the Viper's bidding.

- What have you told Homicide? - Just enough. But it's our case.

You're sure this guy did it? Not a john or someone from the area?

She was found on our turf. They're sending us a message.

- Lundberg wants us to leave it alone. - That's not going to happen.

Lea put her life in our hands. This needs payback.

I'm in.

Okay.

You don't need to ask me.

And what about her?

- We can't have her in tow. - We'll handle that.

Lea was friends with a bear called Jojo. Disfigured face and blind in one eye.

She sent me this text an hour before we were supposed to meet.

- UB445... - Could it be a license plate?

Maybe we can find it in the Central Register.

We need to go ask around.

Someone must know something.

- I don't know shit! - But you knew Lea?

Of course. Doesn't mean I know anything.

- I don't have anything! - We're just educating the newbies.

Knudsen's brand new. Don't use those.

You won't feel the packets.

We're looking for her friend. A Gambian with a fucked-up face.

Do you know him? Audrey?

- What else are you up to? - I got 30 days for shoplifting.

That doesn't get you 30 days. Are you done already?

Bremse, drop your pants.

Knudsen.

- Who's the new girl? She's cute. - Are you a rug-muncher now?

- Well, you're no fun. - I'm happily married.

Cough. Lift your balls.

Foreskin back.

- What's going on with your neck? - Arms are no good anymore.

- You need to be careful. - Yeah, yeah.

Can you take that plaster off for me?

Come on, Knudsen.

- Something's in there. - No!

We can do this here or at the station.

- It's just for personal use. - It's fine. Keep it.

- What do you want with Jojo? - Just talk.

You know we'd appreciate any help.

Sorry. It won't happen again.

If you're going to be a princess, you can go back to patrol division.

- Find out anything? - Maybe.

- What number was it? - 11.

This is it.

Guard the back door and keep an eye on the windows.

We'll take the front entrance.

He ran down the back stairs!

Get down!

Come on.

Pigs! Fucking faggots!

Why do you always take the back stairs? We catch you every time, Nonni.

- Shut your trap, you scum! - Shut up.

Take it easy!

Come on.

- Are you all right? - Yes.

Here, let me.

You were lucky. It could have gone a lot worse.

Next time, don't follow someone else's tip-off.

Just a piece of advice.

I don't mind women on the force, and you seem nice.

But this is Uropatruljen.

We can't have you taking the spot from a more qualified officer.

I'm telling you this for your own good.

You need to go to the ER. We'll have someone from patrol give you a ride.

We've found blood and tissue.

Staff and local residents are being questioned.

The night porter Viktor Klimek has beaten and abused several girls.

He claims he didn't see anything.

Hey, Viktor.

Hey! Viktor? Hello?

- I already talked to the police. - Tell me about Lea Olsen?

Lea Olsen. Who is that?

- The girl in room 323. - Sometimes these things happen.

Tomorrow, more girls come. Who cares?

I do.

Hey, Smiley. Audrey's spotted Jojo.

Move it!

Jojo! Stop!

Get him over here!

We just want to talk!

- Have you got him? - Yes.

Why did you run, Jojo?

You're fast. I heard you're a soccer player.

I used to be.

- What's your favorite team? - Sevilla.

You must not like winning then.

Biri Biri played for them. He is a legend in Gambia.

- Didn't he play here too? - Yes. That's why I came here.

You're Joseph Jobateh? Center midfield in Fremad Amager.

I saw you in Sundby Idrætspark, you were fucking great. What happened?

Ruptured tendon in my right knee.

Jojo, we just want to find out what happened to Lea.

And you were with her the day she was killed.

- She had to see someone. - Who?

A customer?

Did you sleep with her?

How did it make you feel, seeing her with all those men?

Did it make you angry?

- Seeing her fucking all those... - Stop!

Please.

Lea was my friend.

- I was supposed to protect her. - From who?

Open it.

Look what they did to her.

That's your friend. Lea.

- I loved her. - Then help me.

- She jumped in his car. - Whose car?

- Kourosh. - What kind of car was it?

A black Mercedes. I think.

It's my fault. I should have never let her go.

I should have protected her. It's my fault she's dead.

HEY LULU, ARE YOU COMING OUT TONIGHT?

Louise?

The arrestee attacked me, so...

That's not why I'm here.

It's a known fact that Brian Petersen, your supervisor -

- is the head of a group of officers working outside the law.

Supplying informants with drugs, giving false testimony -

- beating suspects...

What's that go to do with me?

I know what it's like being a woman in their world.

I'd like to help other women in that situation, if I can.

That's nice of you, but I don't need any help.

Could have fooled me.

The state attorney can launch an investigation on our own.

We can also request for police personnal to assist us if necessary.

I'm the first woman in the unit. It's my first week.

And you want me to rat on other officers?

Ask yourself whether you were ever meant to succeed in this department -

- or whether they just wanted to show they'd given it a try.

- Jim and Smiley, do you copy? - Hi, Ib. What's on your mind?

A patrol has spotted the Mercedes you're looking for. Should they pull it over?

No, tell them to stay on him until we get there.

- What are you doing? - The Sports Betting Journal?

- Getting a contact high? - It has some great articles.

- Sure it does. - Shut up.

- Hold on, that's Jan the Fish. - Oh yeah.

- You hanging in there? - What do you mean?

- Just with the whole Lea thing. - Right, sure.

- We just need to get the bastards. - We do.

But Smiley, you can't save them all.

- You can only... - I'm fine, Jim. Okay?

Keep some distance.

- What the hell's he doing? - Out of the way!

Move!

Where the hell did he go?

Hey. We need to talk to Jan.

I don't want that assorted crap.

Don't you have any halibut? Any turbot?

Give me the hake instead. Thanks.

- What the hell do you want? - I thought you were clean, Jan.

- 23 months this Thursday. So? - You were in Reverdilsgade last night.

- I was at Player's Club. - What's that? A whore house?

You must be the brains of the operation.

- Who's running it? - How the hell should I know?

We could also search your business and see what we find.

You're as big an asshole as you've always been, Smiley.

One girl mentioned these guys who show up once in a while.

She's seen them with face masks and rubber gloves.

- Drugs? - I guess it could be some kinky shit.

Anal dilation or what do I know. Want to buy some fish?

If not, I've got other things to do.

See you around, Jan.

Good afternoon, gentlemen. How can I help?

We need to check that everyone is working here legally.

Of course. I'll get the folder. Have a look around.

Okay.

All right. Thanks.

So, Camilla. I've been told to arrest you.

You have an outstanding case in the bailiff's court.

I could let you off, but I'll need something in return.

Okay. What do you want?

- Your employer. - Who, Sus?

We know Kourosh is running the place and that he works for the Viper.

Doesn't ring a bell.

We can help if you're in a jam. No one will know we're talking.

It isn't usually you guys who come here.

No, not usually.

Haven't I seen you somewhere before?

Okay, I won't take up more of your time.

Do you have a number I can call if I have more questions?

- What about the bailiff's court? - We don't have time for that.

You can call when you remember where you've seen me.

Yes?

Check it out.

There's 36 kees of heroin. What's the going rate for a gram?

65 euro. So that's 2.3 million total.

What do you think?

- I say we leave it. - Okay.

Seriously?

This is the biggest bust we've ever done.

We can't tie it to Kourosh or the Viper.

We'll have to wiretap the place.

They won't let us leave this much.

And if they did, Lundberg would just hand the case to Department A.

Give me 24 hours. If we don't have a court order by then -

- we'll come get it.

Got a second?

What do you know about the Viper?

Sorry, I'm going to have to call you back. Okay. Bye.

- You can't just barge in. - Fine, I'll just fuck off then.

No, hold on. What have you got?

A brothel run by his second in command with heroin worth millions stashed.

- What do you need? - What do you have?

In '96 I was involved in a case about heroin smuggling via Aarhus Harbor.

Their intelligence said the Vipera Clan was responsible.

The organization the Viper is said to be leading.

They had dock workers, customs officers -

- and multiple transport companies on their payroll.

The heroin came in container ships, was dumped in the Kattegat -

- and transported to shore by Dutch beam trawlers. We were so close.

Some say he doesn't exist. That it's some kind of smokescreen.

- But you don't believe that? - It was never confirmed, but...

Rumor has it he was head of the Shah's secret police.

I think that's why we've never caught him. He's too good.

I need this to be under the radar.

- Around Lundberg? - Around everyone.

Count me in. I'll get the court orders you need.

Smiley... You won't get me in to trouble, will you?

Thanks for a lovely dinner.

Move those fruity wine glasses, let's get some cold beer.

The wine was great.

Kids, there're snacks in the other room.

What about Niller? He's not coming?

He texted that one of the kids were sick and Trine had to work.

He wanted to be here though.

- Welcome to the grass widows' club. - Thank you.

It's just you left now, Smiley. How about a girlfriend and some kids?

What? I can ask him that!

He has too much of a boner for work.

- So what do you have? - He just has a boner.

You know me, honey, I just have a bit of a boner.

You still have company!

Even the ladies' man there has thrown in the towel.

Ladies' man, huh?

Deon! I'll lie under oath for a beer.

Well, this has been lovely, I think we need to leave...

No, I think we need to stay.

You don't seem like the type who'd date a cop.

- I didn't think so either. - How did you two meet?

On a dating site.

- He had this photo where... - They don't need to know that!

- Let me tell them! - You're ganging up on me!

We have to, with everything we put up with!

Some people think we're state-sanctioned psychopaths.

I am so sick of being slammed in the press -

- just for doing my job.

I don't think you should take it personally.

Statistically there are problematic structures in the police.

A great Danish soccer coach once said, "Statistics are like miniskirts."

"They hide all the important bits."

I just don't want to live in a police state.

You don't know what you're talking about.

No police talk at the dinner table in this household.

Okay? Let's say cheers instead!

If you have a monopoly on violence -

- you have to accept a critical stance toward the way you do your job.

- Why? - Because our society is governed by law.

Right. Because of cops like us.

Not because of champagne socialists who think they're saints -

- because they vote far left and buy street newspapers.

Or the academics and creative types hiding in their little coffee shops -

- while people across the street are living in total squalor.

People you feel oh so sorry for, but push out with your bougie lifestyle -

- when you're tired of watching them shoot up in the street.

I agree that gentrification...

How many activists do you think have given mouth-to-mouth to a junkie?

I don't know.

How many have had to tell a mother her junkie daughter was murdered?

Probably not that many.

Didn't think so.

- Are they angry in there? - Of course not.

- It's just... - I know.

- Yeah. - Yeah.

I'm so glad you came. So, how is the new job?

Is it true what they say on the news?

No. No, I mean...

The tone is a little rough, but you get used to it.

Great place, huh? Beate got us in.

She's VIP, so she's a good friend to have.

I have to pee.

- Who's going to call? - I did it last time.

I'll do it. But you're paying.

Buy plenty!

It's Kaufmann. I've talked to forensics.

It's Lea Olsen's blood. We consider the hotel room the crime scene.

I thought you'd want to know.

Look what I got!

Let's do this! Just a small one to start.

No, it's fine. I'm not on the job.

Pernille? You're always up for it. Come on.

Okay.

- Why are we going in there? - Shut up.

Who's going to clean up all this shit?

It stinks in here.

What's wrong with you, Viktor?

Did your mom not hug you enough when you were little?

I don't get it.

How did she die? The other policeman wouldn't tell me.

You are like a cockroach. Every time I squash one, there are more.

Lea told me what you did to her.

She gave me chlamydia. What is that smell?

Open your mouth! Open it!

Do you like that, you bastard? Do you like it?!

I didn't kill her.

I don't care.

Fuck you!

- What if someone sees? - The cops don't come here.

The club makes money off it too. That's why they play house music.

Techno sells ecstasy and water. House sells coke and champagne.

What if you get addicted?

As long as you buy quality stuff you can do it once in a while.

It just makes you feel good and forget all your worries.

Dispatch, dispatch, we have a query for C.R. 0-1-3-0-7, over.

0-1-3-0-7, 0-1-3-0-7, yes, we copy, over.

Dispatch, it's 24-05-72-36-31.

Kourosh Kamali. 0-1-3-0-7, over.

0-1-3-0-7, 0-1-3-0-7. Kourosh Kamali. Known offender.

Charges include firearms, narcotics, assault and...

... assault on a public officer. Over.

Copy that, dispatch. Acknowledged. Over.

Dispatch out.

Your license plate light is out. I'Il write you up for that as well.

We need to pat him down and search the vehicle.

Please step out of the car.

It's pissing rain.

Step out.

Turn around and put your hands on the hood.

Hey, are you deaf? Turn around and...

Officer in trouble! Officer in trouble!

I fucking hate cops.

INSPIRED BY THE BOOK BY RENÉ DAHL ANDERSEN AND CASPER FAURHOLDT

Subtitles: Ane Sjølin Oneliner