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Two hours. Let's go!

Hello?

Martin, how long?

15 minutes max.

We don't have 15 minutes. The buyer's coming.

Five minutes.

-Five minutes tops!

Hello?

They're both coming.

Go! Go! Go! Go! Go! Go!

Thank you, boss.

Lovely.

The old double sale? Works every time!

Well, they can't exactly go to the cops, can they?

"Officer, I've been ripped off!

Trying to buy stolen goods."

Afternoon, all.

Nice to be working with you on one at last.

Well, I hope you haven't damaged too much of my furniture.

I can still sell it. Thank you very much.

Want a drink to celebrate?

No time to celebrate, guys. Back on duty.

- Tak. - Selv tak.

No, that's nice. Where?

All of us?

Okay.

No. No, you know I like surprises.

Okay.

Morfar!

Hey! Here she is!

- Hi! - Hello, love.

- Hi. Good to see you. - How are you?

- All right? - I'm good.

- You look lovely. - Merci.

- Hej, Far. - Hey.

Hey. You had a good trip?

Good, love. Yeah, yeah, good.

Turned over a whole lot of furniture.

Not literally.

-No.

All right.

- Here's to commerce. - Yeah.

- Skal. - Skal.

- Skal. - Skal.

It was a marquee.

That's -- That's a big tent

Here we go again. Dad.

Anyway.

Your grandmother was standing in front of it.

It was a wedding. I'd just come over from England.

I'd been here a couple of weeks, working with Victor.

Mormor's dad. Yeah.

Your great-grandfather.

Anyway.

I saw her.

And I said to myself, "There's gonna be another wedding soon."

- And there was. - And there was.

And there was.

A bit longer than I wanted, though.

Took six weeks to get her to even look at me.

You were too young.

Behave, love. A year? What's a year?

That's just 12 months.

And then life.

Anyway, I won in the end.

- Hey, hey! - Persistence.

Did Dad have to be persistent with you, Mum?

No. That was a bit different.

Not quite so romantic.

He -- He followed you from the U.K.

Didn't he, Morfar?

Yeah, yeah. A couple of blokes did.

Right, then. Who's for dessert?

And he worked for Victor. With you.

- What did you guys really do? - Ida.

It was a lovely meal, Des.

-Tak, skat.

- Thanks for dinner, Morfar. - That's all right.

- I'm sorry. - It's all right. It's all right.

Ida...

I'll -- I'll just -- I'm gonna...

Go on. Go on, you go.

I'll get the bill? My treat?

Then I get to take your mother home.

My treat.

Yeah. Thanks, Dad

All right.

Hey. Hey.

She's growing up, all right?

She's allowed to speak her mind.

- All right? - Love you.

Good night, sweetheart.

- Night. - Sov godt.

Thanks, mate.

All right, darling? It's freezing.

- Yeah. - Taxi's on its way.

Aah!

Ja, okay.

Jesus. Sylvia!

What the hell is it?

Answer your phone. I need you to take Ida.

What? Now?

That could be a problem. I'm entertaining, aren't I?

- Dad... - Yeah, just get rid of her.

Get some clothes on, sweetheart.

My father's been hurt and Lisbeth's in a really bad way,

so I -- I'll come back as soon as I know what's going on,

and I'll pick her up, okay?

Yeah. Yeah, okay. Of course. Come on, darling

- Hej. - Hej.

What the fuck happened?

She doesn't know. And don't tell her.

He's been shot. It's bad.

I had to leave Ida with her fucking father.

There'll be police all over the place,

and now this.

I'd better call Martin and Per.

They'll be crushed.

- Who did it? - Who do you think?

Fuck.

Ravn. That fucking bastard.

You sure about letting the cops...

See me?

Do I have a choice?

They all know his background.

They all know he's got a daughter.

And I just have to make her uninteresting.

Martin! No!

Come on, man. Not like this!

You'll get yourself killed.

Wait for Sylvia.

Sylvia Petersen?

Ja.

Lisbeth, um...

Fru Petersen?

- Want a drink?

A coffee. I'll get you a coffee.

I don't need a cup of coffee.

If I...

If I need you to, can you take her?

Yeah, of course.

Good. Thanks. Where are her things?

- Well, she can stay now. - No.

Her grandmother needs her.

She needs to have people around her.

There's the funeral, and then

they can just look after each other.

- What about you? - Me?

I don't know.

But this -- this isn't where it ends.

Nothing to do with me.

No?

We have descriptions that fit an employee of yours

and video footage from a shop next to the restaurant.

You should supply a gym for your people,

help them stay in shape.

I'll give it my consideration.

Good.

Because right now my colleagues are gathering more evidence.

Big guy. Overweight.

Where is he?

No idea.

What, you think I know all my employees?

Where they go? Who they are?

I run a big operation here.

Restaurants, clubs, property.

Did you order this shooting?

Like I said -- Nothing to do with me.

I don't even know the guy.

Will that be all, Detective?

No.

Skinny guy, greasy hair. He was driving.

Do you know him?

Fatty and skinny.

Sure.

I'll keep an eye out for them.

So will we.

Desmond Petersen was a small-time operator.

Last we heard, he was shipping goods from Belarus.

What did he do to get up your nose?

Qvist, the only thing that gets up my nose

is the occasional line of cocaine.

Recreationally, of course.

It's still illegal.

Be my guest.

Mr. Ravn's sense of humor.

You can't be arrested for questionable jokes, can you?

No.

But you can for conspiracy to commit murder.

And when I tie this to you,

that's exactly what you'll be charged with.

You have a good night.

Do you want them to go on holiday?

Jumbo and Corky?

I want them to not fuck up!

Sylvia?

You need to talk?

Be left alone?

Or...

Move.

Come on.

Are you angry?

Then be angry.

-Come on!

Come on.

Aaaah!

Fuck off.

I never killed anybody.

But I want to hurt him.

I know.

I just want to hurt him real...

...real bad.

I know.

You know the best way to hurt that bastard?

Yeah.

Steal his damn money.

As much of it as we fucking can.

What do you need?

I need to know how,

and I need you to get on those fucking computers

and work your magic.

Well. Look who it is.

Thresher.

Qvist...

Okay!

Bingo.

Mor?

Dav.

Ja, um...

Mor...

- Mor... - Ja.

Okay.

Justice has to be served.

Sylvia. I think I've got something.

It's a lot of money

About 18 million kroner.

So, you think we should move it?

Given the current situation, cops paying calls --

It'd be unfortunate if they decided

to execute a search warrant, yes.

They're going to hide it here, at his warehouse, near Koge.

- How do you know that? - E-mail.

They're upgrading the security there.

I know it's risky, but we only have one chance.

I'm not leaving 18 million kroner in a fucking shed.

A shed with a vault.

I'll get more alarms put in, cameras.

Okay.

Fort Knox.

So the money doesn't get there.

When do they move it?

Only two days. Around 2:00 a.m.

- This route. - We'll have to get a wriggle on.

I need Ida and Mor to be safe.

Martin has found an apartment.

And the Blind Man is already working on their documents.

Martin, we'll move them tomorrow.

So, we do this.

Ida...

Let's go snatch a big, juicy bone

from under a rabid dog's nose.

We've never done a job like this before.

I know. But we can't let this go.

All right. Everything set?

All set. I've got cameras in your apartment in case.

That's good. Last run-through, then.

It all goes down here at the tunnel.

This would be a great place for hiding the car too.

And then I think this should get their attention.

Not your usual taste.

Should work, though.

I'dstop.

They won't have any other option, anyway.

So...

Stop the van and hit him where it hurts.

Right in the hip pocket.

Okay. We take his money.

Parasite like him, best way to hurt him.

Okay.

2:00 a.m., then. Right here.

They're keeping it low-key.

Only two men.

I know. But it's still dangerous.

Get out of the fucking car! Go! Go!

Move! Move!

Get down! Get on your face!

Get down! Get down!

Don't move!

Come on.

Come on, move it! Move it!

Fuck it!

Fuck! Fuck! Go! Go! Go!

-Go! Go!

Go! Go! Go!

Toft?

Ravn.

How much?

About 18 million kroner.

When?

Tonight.

Koge.

I'll call back with the details.

Qvist.

Qvist.

Kom.

Kom.

Hey!

Shit.

Ingunn!

Huss.

Shit. H-How did you...

Long story.

How did the cops get onto us?

We've got no fucking idea.

At least we've got his money.

Shit.

There is people in your apartment.

There is no way they're cops.

No.

It must be Ravn.

Fuck.

How the fuck did he know it was us?

I've got to get to Lisbeth and Ida.

No.

No, your family is not safe around you now.

Get rid of this.

You're right.

I run, and they will come after me.

You keep Lisbeth and Ida hidden until I get in touch.

There must have been a leak.

First the cops, now these people.

We need to get you out now.

But we need to get Lisbeth and Ida moving first.

-Ja.

Hej.

My family is your responsibility.

- Keep them safe. - We'll deal with this end.

You get to the airport. Go anywhere.

Okay.

So, what about you guys?

We'll put up a front.

Me? Back to the keyboard.

You get as far away as you can.

Yeah?

We'll get your share to you.

Just make sure my family is okay,

and get out of here?

We will. Sylvia?

Cover your tracks.

Make a connection. Change planes.

Somewhere as unlikely as possible.

No credit card.

As if.

Hey...

Be careful.

Ida?

You were supposed to stay by the phone.

Ja, ja.

Ida was taking care of that.

Well, where is she now?

I don't know. She was just here.

Fuck.

Look, I've got to get you out of here.

- What happened? - It went pear-shaped.

Cops, heavies, all over us.

You've still got the throwaway phones, right?

Of course I have. What about Ida?

All right, just get dressed. And call her.

- Okay. - I promised to take care of you.

Sylvia is gonna freak.

Awfully kind.

- Sylvia? - Hej, Mor.

Hej, Mor.

Hej, skat.

You didn't tell her about the kid?

You think she'd get on a plane

if I told her we had problems?

Who were you calling?

I was just making sure the trains were on time.

Okay.

You don't know where they fucking are?

The kid finally answered.

We pick her up. I take them to the fucking station.

I tell them to wait in the ladies while I park.

- I get back -- gone. - On the train?

They weren't on the fucking train.

The fucking train was still there.

I checked.

Lisbeth has panicked.

We've got to find them before Ravn does.

- Ravn's guys. - No, I don't think so.

The ticket guy said he saw them taking off,

wheeling their fucking bags!

Sylvia is gonna go crazy.

Taxi!

18 million kroner!

Fucking steal from me?

I'll fucking kill you!

Hey.

Kia ora!

- Hey. - Welcome to New Zealand!

- Thanks. - On a holiday, is it?

Yeah.