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TALLINN, ESTONIA

Good evening.

My niece wants
a bicycle for Christmas.

Mm, it's pretty,

but I don't like red.
Do you have it in blue?

- Do you want me to order one?
- Please can I have it?

Nothing is certain in life.

Christmas is a long time away.

Maybe you'll get it,
maybe you won't.

I think I'll get it.

God willing.

We'll see...

RIDERS OF JUSTICE

It's Dad.

Hi, honey. Is everything okay?

Everything's okay.
Has Mathilde left yet?

No, her bike was stolen
at the station,

so I'm driving her.

- But the car won't start.
- Dammit!

Should I call back later then?

No, she'll be late now anyway.

What's up?

They've asked me to stay.

For how long?

Three months.

So he's not coming home?

No.

Oh.

At least he won't be sitting
in the barn,

staring into space
like a vegetable.

Come on,
we'll walk to the train.

Put the phone away.

Let's go.
We'll take the day off.

So the algorithm
concluded unequivocally

that the lowest income group
drove Kia, Fiat and Hyundai.

The middle income group drove
the larger Toyota models,

Ford, Volvo,

while the top group
predominantly chose Mercedes,

Tesla and Audi.

So how did it do this? Well...

Let me stop
you there, Otto.

- Yes.
- How long have you and

your "team" spent on
this algorithm?

Oh boy,
it's difficult to say exactly.

- Forty-six weeks.
- But we mainly did it at night.

So we've spent a year
and a fortune on an algorithm

that can figure out

that poor people drive Kia
and the rich Mercedes?

But the interesting part is
that the algorithm itself found

and collocated
82,504 registration

certificates with tax returns
from 46 municipalities

to generate
the statistical basis.

Are any of those correlations
of interest to us, Otto?

Sure, but that isn't the goal.
You have to think bigger.

This algorithm can, in theory,
when we've developed

the computing power,

predict events
before they happen.

Try and explain that to us.
Events such as?

All events are products
of a series of preceding events.

Because we often
have insufficient data,

we categorize events
as "coincidences".

But they aren't.

When an intoxicated driver
crashes a car during a blizzard

we don't call it a coincidence,

as we have precisely
the data needed

to form a causal conclusion.
We often even call it obvious.

But imagine if the flaw
was discovered

before it could occur...

What is "macrodactyly"?

It means clubfoot.

My aunt in the city of Horsens
suffers from it on both feet.

So, your algorithm
has also examined

if there's a correlation
between having a clubfoot

and being hard of hearing?

That's one
of my favorite topics.

Lennart, let me.

Here, the algorithm
gathered 41,534 patient records

from 1912 to 2020.

The earliest it found
was quite amusingly...

Was there a correlation,
then...

between being clubfooted
and hard of hearing?

Correlation? No, not at all.

- It was pretty.
- It really was.

Please, take my seat.
There's room for one.

There's no need. I'm fine.

By all means.
I need to stretch my legs.

- Thank you.
- You're welcome.

Mom?

Mom!

Good work, boys.

We'll meet up in the tent
for debriefing in five.

The police are examining
the crash site.

All train operations

are suspended until 6 a.m.
tomorrow.

The police have
ruled out terror

as everything points
to an accident.

The accident happened
at 3:31 p.m.

It seems part
of a parked freight train

collided with
the oncoming train.

Mainly the right hand side
of the three front carriages

incurred damages.

The death toll is now
at 11. It has been confirmed

that biker gang member
Johan "Eagle" Ulrichsen

and his lawyer are among them.

The Eagle was set to testify
against his former gang,

Riders of Justice,

including the leader
of the gang,

Kurt "Tandem" Olesen.

The case in question
is the high profile

Kaalund Street homicide case

in which four Turkish men
were murdered.

Are we going home now?

I don't know.

Not yet, I think.

People go through four phases,
the shock phase

in which you
and Mathilde are now.

- The reaction phase...
- I'd like to see my wife.

I strongly advise against that.

I'd like to see her.

You...

Stop talking.
I want to see my wife.

I've worked
with probability calculation

and statistical data
for over 26 years

and there are
too many indications

that this wasn't an accident.

Such as?

The probability of a key witness
in a gang-related homicide case

and his lawyer dying
in an accident 13 days

before he set is to testify

is, according
to my calculations... Let's see.

One to 234,287,121.

Too big of a number
for it to be ignored.

It is most unfortunate.
But nothing indicates

that it was anything other
than an accident.

The numbers do.
The numbers never lie.

But that would require someone
in the Riders of Justice

knowing exactly

which carriage and what seat
the Eagle would be sitting in.

It doesn't make any sense.

Isn't your job
to make sense of it?

All I'm saying is
it's too big of a number.

And we are very grateful
for that. We'll look into it.

Thank you for stopping by.

The problem we're left with

is that I also noticed
a suspicious looking man

getting off the train
right before the "accident".

Okay?
What was suspicious about him?

He got on the train with a Joe
and the Juice sandwich

and a large juice,

but he only ate a small bite

and didn't drink
any of the juice.

And he suddenly stood up...

and threw the entire sandwich
and juice in the trash...

and got off the train.

Right...

A Joe and the Juice sandwich
costs seven euros and 37 cents.

Eight euros,
ten if it's with extra filling,

and a large juice
costs seven euros.

No one throws away more
than 14 euros worth of sandwich

and juice like that.

We'll look into it.

Thank you
for your help, Mr. Hoffmann.

CAR BREAKS DOWN

DAD CALLS
TAKE THE LONG WAY AROUND

SIRIUS
THINKING OF YOU

YOU'RE SWEET

I'll come inside in just a sec.

I want to go
to school after all.

I don't think you should.

If you want to get outside
a bit, we can go for a run.

I want to go to school.

Have you stopped running?

No.

When did you last go for a run?

I don't know.

Then you aren't running
three times a week

like we agreed.

Mathilde,
it's for your own sake...

You're such a dick.

Mathilde.

Why don't I drive you then?

It wasn't an accident.

It was an assassination.
But I can't prove it.

But if you can hack into
Fitness World's server,

that might help.

Fitness World?
The chain of gyms?

No, the stone masonry,
Lennart.

Be nice to me
or I'm not gonna help.

Sorry. But would you be able to?

A blind kid could do that
with their feet.

I've hacked their servers
lots of times.

You've hacked their servers
plenty of times?

To get Emmenthaler
free Pilates.

Emmenthaler does Pilates?

Jeez! See how little
you know about your team!

Emmenthaler has been suffering

from back pains
the past three years!

What do you expect to find
on their server?

The Eagle.

The Eagle worked out every day,
which indicates

that he was methodical.

If we can prove
that he also used

the same treadmill every day...

there are grounds to believe
that he would also pick

the same train seat

and then they would've known
where he'd be sitting.

- Okay.
- Thanks, Lennart.

I have to renew
my crossfit card anyway.

When miracles happen,

we often attribute
a divine character to them.

However, when lightning strikes,
when a tragedy becomes reality

we have a hard time
assigning a return address

and thus, we refer to it
as coincidences.

Because how could
a merciful God ever be part

of as cruel a tragedy...

as the one, which tore
your beloved mother and wife,

Emma, from you?

But if everything
is merely coincidences...

isn't the most
natural reaction then

to feel that nothing matters?

Then where do we go
with all our sorrow,

all our anger,
all our fears and loneliness?

- What's up, sweetie?
- I can't sleep.

Try closing your eyes
and counting backwards from 500.

Why do you think Mom died?

No good'll come
from talking about it.

You really think
it was a coincidence?

Yes. I'll walk you to your room.

But what if
it wasn't a coincidence?

What else would it be?

I don't know.

- God?
- Stop it.

Forget about that priest.

She didn't understand half
of her own nonsense.

Try to close your eyes
and sleep, sweetie.

Grandpa believed in God.

Sure, but he wasn't
all that smart.

But didn't you
when you were a kid?

I also believed in Santa.
But when you grow up

you have to be able
to distinguish between reality

and fantasy.

The priest was certain
that God had a reason

for why Mom had to die.

- We just don't understand it.
- Dammit, listen to yourself.

It's the kind of stuff
crazy people say.

Sorry.

I just miss her so much.

And I can't stand the thought
that she's... all alone.

I understand.

But she's not alone.

She's nothing now.
She's gone.

- It's so unfair.
- Yeah.

When people die,
they're gone for good, sweetie.

And you might as well
learn that now.

For unless you also die
at a young age

you will end up burying
most of the people you love.

And if you keep
tormenting yourself

every single time
with false hope

about souls and little angels
in the clouds, you'll go crazy.

Okay?

Now...

Close your eyes and sleep.

Count backwards from 500.
It helps.

- Yes?
- Markus Hansen?

Good evening.
My name is Otto Hoffmann,

and this is Lennart.

I was on the same train
as your wife and daughter.

Is your daughter okay?

- How did you get my address?
- That was easy.

I told Otto to call first,
but he insisted...

I was standing right next
to your wife and your daughter.

What do you want?

I think you have the right
to know

that it wasn't an accident.

Do you know

who the biker gang member
Johan "The Eagle" Ulrichsen is?

- May I?
- Sure.

I'll just move these...

This sure is some barn.

It's disproportionately large
compared to the main building.

Do you know what year
it was built?

No. What is all this?

These are status certificates
from the Eagle's doctor

medical records,
criminal record,

bank information,
phone records and text messages.

Where did you get all this?

Lennart is good
at finding things.

It's not illegal.

Or, well, it is illegal.
But not very.

The penalty matches
that of building

a private wooden pier
without a permit.

Why wasn't it an accident?

Because the security material
from Fitness World shows us

that he wasn't just
a man of habit,

but that he suffered from OCD,

which his medicine card
also confirms.

He was on Citalopram
and Diazepam,

which is given to OCD patients.

And his criminal record

shows six cases of assault
on various train lines.

Most recently
in November this year

when he kicked
a retired gardener in the face

when he refused
to give up his seat.

So we have
the massive statistical anomaly,

we know
the Riders of Justice knew

that the Eagle,
because of his OCD,

always sat
in the second carriage, row two.

And we also have him.

- Who is that?
- We don't know yet.

But he debarked quickly
at the station

where your wife
and daughter got on,

mere seconds
before the accident.

But surely a lot of people did?

Right.

But this guy threw out a whole
sandwich and a full juice.

The previous night,

the same man was
at Østerport Station

at 10:14 p.m.,

where there was free access
to the parked freight train,

which later
hit the passenger train.

Have you told the police
about this?

We can't exactly show them this.

But we've talked to the police
three times.

They couldn't care less.

They just think
we're a couple

of overly intelligent
charlatans.

This guy is the key. We just
have to figure out who he is.

We're on it,
but it isn't easy right now.

We have considerable
disagreements

with our
facial recognition expert.

Can you resolve
those disagreements

and find out who that man is?

We have to get
Emmenthaler on board.

- We need him.
- No way!

Wasn't that a great barn, huh?

Just like the one
we had back home in Horsens.

Are you sure you want
to reverse here?

Yeah, there's lots of room.

Watch out for the rock.

The shock phase
is very individual.

Some want care,
contact and conversation.

Others just want
to be left alone,

and both ways
are perfectly okay.

But we offer both of you
cognitive therapy,

individually or together.

Thank you. I'll let you know
if that becomes necessary.

We can have both a child
and an adult psychologist

visit you at home.

- I think that's a great idea.
- I don't want it.

Why not?

Often,
you're not aware of the...

We're trying
to get our lives back,

so we don't want people
running around.

Come along.

It's Dad again.
It's quarter past now, Mathilde.

Call me back in five minutes,
or I'm gonna go looking for you.

Buster and Gustav
were annoying.

They never talked
to me before...

Mathilde! It's 10:30.
Why don't you answer your phone?

Sorry. We went to the movies...

You have to tell me that!

And you shouldn't be out
at 10:30.

I'm allowed.
Mom and I agreed on 11.

Go home. Inside!

Sure, but you don't have
to shout.

- What was that?
- I'll go.

But using that tone
with Mathilde

is not what she needs now.

What the fuck are you doing?
You're insane!

Sweetie, open the door.
Come on.

Why don't you just kick it in,
you fucking psycho?

Mathilde, I didn't mean
to hit him that hard.

I shouldn't have hit him.

Who is he?

Is he your boyfriend?

I don't know now
that you beat him up!

Yeah, that was kinda...

I didn't know
he was your boyfriend.

No, because you
were never around.

You don't know anything
about me.

You don't know me at all!

Please open the door.

I've gone to bed.

Right...

Then sleep tight.

I'll see you tomorrow, okay?

WE MISS THE FIRST TRAIN
MAN OFFERS MOM SEAT

CAR BREAKS DOWN

BIKE STOLEN

- What do you want?
- It's Otto and Lennart.

I can see that. Go away.

Come on, Emmenthaler.
We need you.

We're unraveling a murder case.

We've brought pizza.

I've got him.
Aharon Nahas Shadid, 38.

Works as
a clinical dental technician.

Nazlet Al Seman Al Kebli, 21,

Nazlet El Semman Al Haram,
Cairo, Egypt.

- Then it isn't him.
- Yes, it is.

He's the only match
above the 99.12 percent

biometrical marker
threshold limit.

Please stick to matches
with Danish addresses.

I'm telling you,
there is no fucking balls

to match piss in Denmark.

What's the highest match
percentage you've got

on a person in Denmark?

I haven't looked at that at all.

There's no one over
the 99.12 percent threshold.

But what if, for example,

we lowered the threshold
to 95 percent compatibility?

Sure, but it wouldn't
make any sense.

To qualify
for the Olympic high jump,

there's a minimum requirement...

I'm not gonna listen
to that fucking Olympics story

a third time!

We get your point, but we're
asking you to change it

so that we don't
just find people

in fucking South America
and Africa.

We'll just fucking shit
call it a day here.

I won't stand
for this cunt dick.

Take your pizza and get out!

You already ate it, you fat pig.

Take it easy... both of you.

Emmenthaler, listen.

Both photos of the man
were taken from a high angle...

so any match will be subject
to uncertainty no matter what,

correct?

Sure, we don't have enough data
for a 100 percent match

no matter what.

Exactly. So we're asking you
to show us what you've found

in Denmark.

Okay, but it just doesn't
make any sense.

There's one right there
at 95.84 percent.

Can we see him?

Please?

That's him.
That's the fucking guy.

I recognize him from the train.

Palle Olesen.

Look here.

- Fuck.
- Fuck.

Good morning, sweetie.
Are you hungry?

- I bought eggs and rye bread.
- I don't eat eggs.

Can't you spend less time
hiding all your empty cans

and empty the ashtray instead?
It's really gross.

What can I do
to make things right again?

Should I call him?

Talk to his parents
and apologize?

He told his mom he fell,

because he doesn't believe
in revenge.

I'm sorry.

He could've reported you
to the police.

You gave him a black eye.

What if I made
Spaghetti Bolognese?

We could all eat here
and I could meet him,

- apologize to him properly.
- Spaghetti Bolognese?

Do you think
we are three years old?

So we'll get takeout.
Just tell me what you want.

Come on, Mathilde.
I'm doing my best here.

I'll ask him.

There's the barn, Emmenthaler.

- Hi.
- Hi.

This is Emmenthaler.

Did you find out who he is?

Everyone has been eager
to see the barn...

so why don't we go
over there and talk?

His name is Palle Olesen,

and this is
where it gets interesting.

He's a trained
electrical engineer

specializing
in train components.

He got off
before the accident

and hung out by the freight car
the night before?

It gets even better.
He's the brother

of Kurt "Tandem" Olesen,
president of Riders of Justice.

The Eagle was testifying
against him.

Shut up. He knows!

He's just processing it all...

So they're brothers.

We're all aware
that we're on our way

to meet
a psycho gang member, right?

His brother is a gang member.
He's an electrical engineer

specializing
in train components.

Narcotics, assault,
aggravated assault,

aggravated assault, theft,
complicity in manslaughter,

horse theft,
possession of a narcotic,

illegal possession
of a firearm...

So an electrical engineer
specializing in trains,

- who moves in bad circles.
- And stole a horse.

And at some point
he stole a horse,

but that doesn't make him
a gang member.

We'll see his reaction
when we mention the accident

and then go to the police.

Go for a ride.
He isn't ready yet.

Hello, my name is Markus.

So what? He still isn't ready.
Go for a drive.

You don't understand.

My wife was
on the train that crashed.

- So was he.
- I survived.

We know that you
were on it, too...

What the fuck is this?

- We'd like to ask you...
- I think you should fuck off.

- Look...
- Shut the fuck up!

Do you want a bullet
between the eyes? Fuck off.

And take your three
little piggies with you.

I said, fuck off!

Well, that's clarified, then.

Markus, no, no...

Fucking...

Is he dead?

Yes.

- Should I call the police?
- No. We can't do that.

It was self-defense.

No police.
Let's get out of here.

If we don't report it,

we at least have to get rid
of the body.

Forensic evidence brings down
the perpetrator

in 87.4 percent
of all homicides.

Markus's DNA is all over him.

Emmenthaler,
get in here and help.

- Now! Before someone sees you.
- We can't take him with us.

It's so outrageously illegal.
I want no part in that.

It was a mistake.

I shouldn't have done it.

I made a mistake.

Let's go.

- He deserved it.
- He deserved it.

If you knew how many times
piss assholes like him

have been on my case.

You're not so tough now, huh?

Try bullying us now,
you fucking piss shit.

Who's a little piggy now,
you fucking cunt dick?

Emmenthaler, easy now.

- Cunt!
- Easy now.

Okay? Good.

- Let's get going.
- What about him?

We're not bringing a dead man.

Let me at least find
some detergent

with DNA dissolving components.

Good idea. Something containing
sodium hydroxide

or hydrogen nitrite.

Benzyl sulfonamide
would be best.

Give the chemistry lesson
a rest!

Go wait in the car.
I'll handle it.

Have you killed someone before?

It certainly didn't look like
it was your first time.

I'm sure you've always worn
a uniform when you've done that.

Let's be quiet, Emmenthaler.

I know how you're feeling,
Markus.

It might not be
exactly the same, but as a kid,

I loved playing the French horn.

How do you make
that correspond to...

Let me finish!

Fucking interrupting
all the time!

What I'm trying to say is,

I played in the Tivoli Orchestra
in my red uniform

and black bear skin hat,
but when I turned 17,

you weren't allowed
to be a part of it anymore.

Then you're on your own.

I tried playing
a couple of times, but...

It was as if it had been me

and the uniform
playing together,

and I couldn't do it by myself.

Perhaps we should listen
to some music?

There.

I'm not driving
all the way up.

Is he grabbing a cab?

I'm not reversing back out.

Last time
I almost hit the fence.

Drive him
to the house, fucking cunt.

Will you pay for the bodywork
if I hit anything?

- Hi. Sirius is here.
- Yeah.

Hi, Sirius. And I'm sorry.

No need to apologize.

It is a difficult time
for you both.

Yup. Okay, good.

There's a clear correlation
between your job

and how you handle life crises.

A yoga instructor will meditate
their way out of the problems.

An athlete will implement
a competitive element

in a conflict solution model,
and so on.

And violence is part
of your work

and everyday life, after all.

It's part of you, Dad,
and probably has been so

for so long,

that it has become the only
solution strategy you know.

Do you understand
what we're trying to say?

I think so.

What if you're a baker?

How does a baker
solve conflicts?

Naturally, the model doesn't
apply to all occupations.

Oh, it's that sort of model.

What else did you guys
do today?

You need to get some help, Dad.

Have you talked to anyone?

- Sure.
- Who?

You. We talk.

Sirius meant a professional.
And, no, we don't.

Well, I think we do.

My mom is a psychologist
and available if you're...

Stop it, Mathilde.

- What do you want me to do?
- You need help, Dad.

Please let those
crisis psychologists come.

It would be good for both of us.

I can't do that, sweetie.
Not right now.

I can't deal with it.

Today, the verdict was passed
in the case

of the Kaalund Street killings.

Two members
of the Riders of Justice

were sentenced
to 16 years in prison,

while the president,
Kurt "Tandem" Olesen,

seen here leaving the court
with his right hand,

Kenneth "Turbot" Jensen,
was acquitted on all charges.

Naturally, we are disappointed,

but without
the Eagle's testimony,

we practically had nothing. It
couldn't be more unfortunate.

Kurt, a quick comment?

Today is a great day
for my brothers and me

and for justice in general.

But is there
much cause for celebrating,

considering
your brother's death?

My brother would have wanted us

to celebrate
that justice has prevailed.

So we will.

Thank you all for coming.

Why are we here?

I want you to find
everything you can

on the Riders of Justice.

How many members,

what crimes they've been
convicted and suspected of,

names, addresses,
family relations,

where they hang out and so on.

Can it be done without anybody
being able to trace it?

We get that it's super easy

- for you.
- It's super easy for me.

- What do you want all that for?
- I want to avenge my wife.

You want to kill them?

- I'm in!
- No.

Just get me close to them.
I'll do the rest.

We want to do it all.

We've discussed
something similar.

It's a great idea.
I'd like to help.

Me too!

We haven't talked about murder.

No, but you wanted
to drain their accounts

and sign them up
to lots of memberships.

There's a pretty big leap
from that to murder.

My point is
we've discussed revenge.

If you consider
the deal we're entering,

Markus will be handling
the very illegal part of it.

Otto, it's a biker gang.

We're not bombing
a kindergarten. We're in.

Look, we'll gather
the information,

but we won't kill anyone.

- I knew it!
- You're such a poor leader.

That's how we'll do it, then.

You get the info,
and I'll handle the rest.

- Call me if you need to, okay?
- Yes.

See you.

- Hi.
- Hi, sweetie. Home so soon?

It's Wednesday.
School finishes at two.

What's going on?

That guy was on the train.
Him and Mom talked.

That's right, so that's Otto.
Yes, he was on the train.

- What's going on, Dad?
- Well, he...

I'll tell you.

We've set up a confrontation
between your father and Otto.

Otto feels guilty
about giving your mother

his seat on the train.

- It has proven very beneficial.
- Very, very beneficial.

Yeah, that's what
we're doing, Mathilde.

Oh, Dad, thank you.

I was so hoping
you'd let them come.

I also want to talk to them.

Right... to who?

The crisis psychologists.

- You are psychologists, right?
- Sure. That's exactly right.

Are you a child
or an adult psychologist?

Adult.

Dr. M.D., Ph.D.
Lennart Horsens...

Horsenstownfarm.

Hi. And my colleague,

child psychologist,
Ulf Emmenthaler.

Ulf Emmenthaler.
Crisis child psychologist.

Hi. I'm somewhere in between.
What would you advise me to do?

From a therapeutic standpoint,
you're an adult.

You should talk to me.

- Or maybe you should wait.
- No, that's why we're here.

It's good to break down
the initial barriers right away.

Come with me, Mathilde.

Lennart's brilliant.

He's seen more
than 25 different psychologists

in 40 years.
He's in personal contact

with pretty much
every diagnosis.

The other day, Sirius and I
saw a dog get run over.

It bled and wailed.

Now you're afraid
of getting run over.

No...

It's just that I didn't
feel sorry for the dog,

I didn't feel anything.

Perhaps it's because
you've just lost your mother...

I don't buy that because
my mom died and I'm grieving,

I don't have the emotional
capacity to feel for others.

That's not what
I was going to say.

I was going to say
something completely different,

but it doesn't matter now.

I'm afraid I'm like my dad.

I'm sad every morning,

don't care about anything.
I don't want to do anything.

Well, of course you resemble
your dad. You have his genes.

And if I have kids,
they'll have those genes,

and won't give a damn

about anyone else
and be cold and violent.

- You can't say that for sure.
- Statistically, they will.

Statistically,
you could drown in a puddle.

But you're not afraid of that.

Only good thing is
after all this crap,

it's unlikely more is going
to happen.

That's not how statistics work.

A lot of awful things can
still happen in your life.

They probably will.

But there will
also be good things.

That's what we
should focus on now.

Do you remember
the first time you saw

something truly horrific?
Like on TV?

Yes. We once saw footage
from Auschwitz in school.

There were dead bodies in piles.

Oh, yes.

- Did that make you sad?
- Yes.

Or more scared at least.

But then I wasn't
that big back then.

Or, you know, I was big...

but I wasn't that old, I mean.

RESEMBLES DAD
FEARS BEING CHUBBY

I wouldn't be too worried.

If there's one thing I learned
back in Horsens,

it's that people tend
to stop reacting emotionally

when faced with repetition.

We don't laugh at the same joke
for the third time.

At some point, we stop crying
when we're abused again

and again and again,

by your dad and uncles...

out in a barn, for instance.

My point is that emotions arise
when we are surprised

or stimulated.

And there's death and mutilation
every day on YouTube and TV,

which is why you
don't feel anything.

You really think it's just that?

Absolutely.
You're not dead inside.

But you're chubby.

What?

You're a chubby little salami.

Does he speak Danish?

Do you speak Danish?

What did you tell the police?

Nothing. I see nothing,
hear nothing.

I'm like a little potato.

See this?

Maybe it'll jog your memory.
Do you remember your name?

Bodashka Lytvynenko.

Yeah, that's not gonna work.

You're Jens Ole.
It's easier for us to remember.

Much easier for everyone.

Thank you.
Thank you for new name.

You're welcome.

If you don't start remembering,

I'll break your
little faggot fingers.

The last thing you'll hear
is this one saying bang!

I only saw one man.

He was dressed well,
handsome man.

Looks like the guitarist
from the rock band Queen.

But then I hear them
shouting one name.

One name. Anal thaler.

- Anal thaler?
- No, no.

Anal thaler.
Like cheese sandwich.

They yelled it many times.

- Ellemtaner?
- Or Emmentaler.

Emmentaler.

That's it.

- Want a hand with the wires?
- No, I'll connect them myself.

Step away from the wires!
Step away! Step away.

Sorry.

But if anything
can get my blood boiling,

it's monitors
with bad resolution.

Look at Lennart's
shitty resolution.

My eyes are going to hurt.

You're still very close
to the wires, please step away.

Step away from the wires!

Okay, one more. A big sip.

One more.

You can do better.

What are you doing?

Drinking Coke upside down.
Impossible!

- Lennart, Otto, come with me.
- Not during a session.

And now ice cream.

Knock yourself out.
Eat loads of ice cream.

- Mathilde, don't eat that junk.
- Don't listen to him. Eat. Eat!

Outside, now.

You're not at work.
Don't bark orders.

- Lennart knows what he's doing.
- Spit out that junk.

Now is the time
to stand your ground. Go on!

Dad...
I'm not afraid of being fat.

And I'm done trying
to look like a...

starved sled dog
just because you're afraid

of having
an overweight daughter.

Classic cognitive therapy.

Lennart does not use gradual
exposure but flooding.

Mathilde faces her demons.

Like putting a patient
with vertigo on a skyscraper.

Do you work on a Core i9?

I most certainly do.

Piss moron!

How can I track anything
on such a small cunt processor?

Someone has to go get my servers
and my monitors right now.

Or I'll never get started
on this fucking piss shit.

Tiny shitty fuck computer.

I won't listen
to that arrogant diva!

How dare you, you fat pig?

As if your equipment
is so superior!

I'm not hauling
that trailer around!

Pussy monitors!

What's going on, Dad?

It's MBT, isn't it?

Well spotted, Sirius.
MBT is just what it is.

- What's MBT?
- We'll get to that later.

We have to get some stuff
at Emmenthaler's place.

- Yup.
- Mentalization based therapy.

You do role play and simulations

to provoke
an emotional response.

That's a simplified
explanation...

Lennart!

Now listen up!

Something's completely off.

It works. Look.
Your dad's interacting.

Never mind the method.
It's the results that matter.

He's acting weirder
than ever before.

What are they doing
with that computer in the barn?

Don't say another word to her
or do anything else.

Is that clear?

She's afraid of gaining weight
because you're constantly

on her case.

- We're just helping her.
- She doesn't need help.

I've had over 4,000 hours
of therapy,

so I think I know more
about it than you.

Do you feel like
those 4,000 hours have helped?

Says the man
who snaps people's necks

but is afraid of a bit
of Coca Cola and ice cream.

You need help, Markus.

And there's nothing
embarrassing about that.

What's important now is
that you too start working

on yourself.

- Why can't she believe in God?
- Stop.

She's trying to make sense
of it all.

- She misses her mother.
- I said stop.

Maybe, but that's not
how it works.

Once you agree
to active therapy,

you can't just stop
when it hurts.

I'm going to beat
the living daylights

out of you both
if you don't stop now.

Not another word.

No, let me tell you
an educational...

- No! I'm sorry.
- What are you doing?

- No, no, no!
- Hey, don't do that.

- Please don't.
- Stop that!

I'll be good, I promise.
No, no, no!

Don't do it. No.

Sorry! Sorry!

For fuck's sake.

- I...
- We don't have

to talk about it.

I'm not from Horsens.

Stop talking.
I don't want to hear it.

I've always lied about it.

I'm from Randers.

Is that them?

Let me see...
It might be this one.

- Look at them. Is that them?
- Yes, that's him.

Get down!

No! Don't kill him!

Don't kill him.

He's seen us.

We'll take him with us.

- Are you going to kill me?
- Nobody's killing anyone here.

- Relax. What's your name?
- Bodashka Lytvynenko.

Many call me Jens Ole...

and you can, too,
as much as you like.

No, why would we?

We'll call you...
that thing you said first.

Do you have a cell phone?

If they know who I am,
I can't go back home.

You'll have
to stay here for now.

Shouldn't we all
stay here tonight?

Yes.

We also need to get some weapons
so we can defend ourselves.

Can you do the job
with Lennart's gear?

Yes.

But it won't be pleasurable
with those monitors.

It's madness
to not give us weapons now

- and teach us how to shoot.
- No weapons!

So I have to destroy my eyes
in a freezing fucking barn,

trying to find a huge amount
of data on a tiny crap computer.

If I can't get my own
piece of revenge,

I'm not sure I want
to be part of it.

All of this screams revenge.

I'm not lifting a finger

if I don't get weapons training
right here and now.

Okay... get the equipment up
and running,

then I'll train you.

Find everything you can on all
the gang members,

and focus on Kurt.

Okay. Let's just shoot
some birds for starters.

Or a fox. Can't we just shoot
one fox each and that's it?

- Yes. Just get to work.
- What about Bodashka?

My mom paid our au pair extra,
because she thought the wage

was way too low.

But that depends on how much
Bodashka will be working here.

Just the usual, I guess.

Thirty-seven hours,
right, Markus?

Thirty hours per week is
the maximum for au pairs.

Thirty-seven hours
is very fine for me.

How much did you work
at the last place?

It was different.
Ten to twelve hours every day.

People are assholes.

- And how much did they pay you?
- Well...

I earned about 12,000 euros
per month...

but I only kept 250.

We'll say 30 hours,

and if it ends up being more,
we'll pay extra.

- Won't you stay, Dad?
- Let him go, Mathilde.

It's important
that he's allowed to withdraw.

- Do you play chess, Mathilde?
- No.

But we can play Star of Africa.
We've played that a lot.

I had colleague
who was called Star of Africa.

He was strangled New Year's Eve
by a regular client.

- Lennart?
- Yes.

Do you want to fuck me in my ass
before you go to sleep?

So you can sleep well?

No.

No, thank you.

We have a long day
ahead of us tomorrow.

Thanks, but no thanks.

Okay. Good night.

Good night.

Lennart?

Thank you for saving me.

And thank you
for not fucking me in my ass.

- Don't mention it.
- Sleep tight, buddy.

- Good night, Emmenthaler.
- Good night, Otto.

Hi. Where's my dad?

He's at morning therapy.

- In the barn?
- Yes.

Well, tell him I said hi
and have a nice day.

You're missing a button here.

I'll sew it tonight.

Wait.

There.
You're very, very beautiful.

- Don't forget lunch.
- Thanks.

- Have a nice school day.
- Thanks, bye.

Kurt
"Tandem" Olesen. Death sentence.

Kenneth "Turbot" Jensen.
Death sentence.

Noah "Monkey" Frandsen.
Death sentence.

Wouldn't it be easier
to name the ones

not sentenced to death?

Anker Trier,
Tim "Thrasher" Petersen

and Vitus "Porky" Clausen
are off the hook.

They all have small children.

Aren't we being too harsh?
That's 22 killings.

They tried to kill us.
They know who we are

and won't stop
unless we kill them.

So now we're doing it
like we agreed on.

The moment they realize
they're under attack,

it'll be harder to get to Kurt.

It already is. He's never alone,
he's always got ten men

around him.

How about killing one of them

and making it look
like an accident,

and then whack the rest
at the funeral?

There'll be women and children
at a funeral. We can't do that.

- What about their clubhouse?
- Lennart.

Move!

Even though the resolution

on these monitors
is really poor,

you can make out
how the clubhouse

is under constant surveillance

by the police
and Danish intelligence.

It's impossible.

But I know where
they are 24/7

and I'm tracking
their cell phones and emails.

We'll wait for a chance
to get Kurt

when there's only five
or six men around him.

If it's bigger than that,
we can help out.

Especially after the extensive
weapons training

we were promised.

The M10 is an old model.

It is made up
of a lower receiver,

buffer and spring,

upper receiver and barrel,
optical sight, bolt carrier,

firing pin,
cocking handle and magazine.

Start by putting the buffer
into the spring.

- I can't get it in.
- It's not as easy for you.

Put the spring
into the lower receiver.

Done!

You were drafted?

I wasn't. Look at me.

How did you do that so fast?

Well, it's got
so few components.

It was kind
of self-explanatory.

That's insane.

Can you do it again?

I just like assembling things.

Done! Second place.

I don't get this.

When exactly will we need
to assemble a rifle?

Our lives could possibly
depend on it.

- But it's really nice.
- What's it called?

It's called fuck you,
Emmenthaler.

If I wanted to assemble stuff,
I'd have gone to IKEA.

My police source
says the Ukrainian fag's phone

was found at exit 51.

We should just focus
our energy around exit 51.

Focus?

Find the Ukrainian
and we find them.

Ulf Emmenthaler has two buddies.

They were all fired
two weeks ago.

Lennart Gerner Nielsen
and this guy, Otto Hoffmann.

Otto Hoffmann has a retard arm.

Don't you think
they'll be a bit easier to find

than sitting near exit 51
waiting for a Ukrainian fag

to drive by, huh, Kenneth?

Sure.

Then find
that retard arm for me.

- Uh-uh.
- Huh.

Check this out.

This is just like pizza
and then again not quite.

- Is that too much?
- Still too much.

The queen is the strongest,
right?

Numerically, yes.

But strategically,
it's the pawn.

But it differs
from game to game,

all pieces can prove
to be the strongest.

Chess is the only game
in the world where chance

and luck aren't a factor.

There are no dice, no jokers
or hidden elements.

Everything is right
in front of us

and it is purely
your own actions

that determine the result.

Here are some snacks for you.

- Will you take a photo of us?
- Sure. Go sit on the sofa.

Yeah.

- Can I make a video?
- Like this?

- We're rolling.
- Let me just put this guy...

- Is that...
- It's fine.

It looks like Noller
and a group of seven members

are meeting tonight
at a restaurant, Antorini.

It's near the docks.

The Turbot confirms that Kurt
will be there at seven p.m.

Noller's treat.

There's gonna be 12 of them.

Can you handle that many?
Otherwise, I can come with you.

Lennart and Otto also hit
quite a lot out in the forest.

We could get them
when they leave the restaurant.

Capture them in crossfire
here and there.

We won't get
a better chance, Markus.

You're coming with me.

Neutrons are slightly heavier
than protons.

Had it been
the other way around,

atoms wouldn't have existed.

And without atoms,
no life, no nothing.

- Let's go, Lennart.
- Right... where are we going?

I'll explain in the car.

Can't it wait?
Mathilde baked a cake.

Emmenthaler, now!

Evening therapy session for all.

Come along.
You owe it to the team!

Dad, you can't grab him
like that.

- What the hell are you doing?
- Why must you always...

Shut up, Mathilde!
Stay out of it! Let's go!

Markus, you can't speak
to your daughter like that.

What's this?

Weapons? What are you up to?

Markus will explain in the car.

Lennart, hurry up!

What do we need weapons for?
Isn't it too dark to shoot now?

We're not shooting anything.

We're doing a crossfire.
Be quiet.

This is crazy.

Killing more people will only
get you shot or jailed.

Don't you give a damn
about Mathilde?

Shut the fuck up.

- Otto, I wouldn't go there...
- It won't bring your wife back.

I'll stop the car
and break your nose.

Let's get this over with
as a team.

So we can go home
and eat banana cake.

Precisely.

All I'm saying is she's dead...

- Won't we lack crossfire now?
- What the hell is his problem?

He's got plenty.

Right now it's probably
that he's lying unconscious

in a bike lane.

His own daughter died
in a car crash

so he can be a bit touchy
when it comes

to father-daughter
relationships.

Don't feel bad,
it was years ago.

He drove into a tree.

That's also how
he got the limp arm.

It was January 12, 2002.

He had a BAC of 0.092

and had his driver's license
suspended.

Got a fine of 7,200 dollars.

You also hack
your friends' files?

No, no.

Otto told us.

He mentioned it
a few times anyway.

And then we just read up
on the details.

He has a picture out in his home
of his wife and daughter.

You're basically asking for it,

flashing your private life
like that.

Get ready.

No, Lennart,
you're staying here.

Lennart isn't coming?

Who are those biker girls?

I don't believe it! I thought
you said they'd be alone.

That's what they wrote.

Someone must have
brought ladies.

- Let's get back...
- Hang on.

...to the banana cake.

You stay here.

Where's he going?

What the fuck
are you doing, man?

Fuck, man!

I'm sorry.

I'm sorry.

I couldn't.
I'm not good at that stuff.

- You're good at it. I'm not.
- It's okay.

No, it's not.

They're dead now. He's dead.

It isn't easy killing
another man.

Especially not the first time.

No, no, no. I can't...

I don't want to be part
of it anymore, never again.

You won't have to.

But try to focus
on why we're doing it.

Why are we doing it exactly?

What if the guy lying there

didn't have anything
to do with...

Shut up! He did! They all did.

Think of what they've done.

Think of all the lives
they've destroyed.

Oh, dear God.

Should I... Emmenthaler?
Should I turn on the radio?

Would you like that?
Listen to some quiet radio?

There...

- Dad.
- Not now, honey. We're working.

It's just because you mentioned

that Otto guy
with the retard arm.

- Like this?
- Yes.

- Who's Sirius Zen?
- Just some fag I'm following.

Don't know him.
He makes good recipes.

- Good morning.
- Good morning, sweetie.

Good morning.

What happened to you, Otto?

Did you do that?

You're sick.

It's fucking you who should
be dead and not Mom!

Hi. I just came to say
your dad didn't do it. I fell.

Don't lie.

You really suck at it.

- You all do.
- Don't be angry with your dad.

Perhaps he doesn't always
do the right thing,

but he's trying.

He really sucks at trying then.

That's fair. But he's not well.

No, I know.

Are those the events
leading up to the accident?

And it began with your bicycle
being stolen?

Yes, because if my bike
hadn't been stolen...

it never would've happened.

My mom wouldn't have had
to drive me,

and then it
wouldn't have mattered

that the car couldn't start,

and we wouldn't
have gone by train.

How does your dad calling
affect it all?

He said he wasn't coming home.

My mom got so disappointed
that she suggested a skip day

and that we go to the city.

You do know that each
of these incidents

has its own individual
course of events?

What do you mean?

I was fired, for example.

So I took an earlier train
than usual.

But you must go
all the way back

to when I learned
to offer my seat to a woman.

Track down the man
who taught me that.

And he has
his own course of events.

All your incidents
will have their own threads

intertwining with other events

and other people's lives,
not into infinity

but in a very big equation.

Not even the most
powerful computers

in the world
would currently be able

to process all your data,

and even though
you're a bright girl

your human brain
will never process

just a fraction
of that amount of data

and you will therefore never
be able to draw

a useful conclusion.

It'll never, ever make sense.

It's a waste of time.

I know.

I've gone over it all
a million times

to uncover some reason.

But there isn't any.

Yes, that's just it.
There's a centillion reasons.

But they won't help you.

I sometimes dream
about finding the guy

who stole my bicycle.

I see him riding off on my bike,
and then I run after him...

and catch him.

But I also realize that
it isn't his fault.

It's nobody's fault.

It's just easier when
there's someone you can...

...get mad at.

Yes.

My mother had seven children,
but the youngest were hungry

and thin like matchstick.
We freeze when winter comes.

So my mother sells a child.

Then Palle took me to Germany.

He rented me out...

I am like city bike...

that everyone can come
and ride on.

But then we go home on vacation
and I meet you.

We came home just three days

before you kill him dead
and save me.

That can't be right.

Palle was on the train
the week before.

No, no train. We fly home.

But not three days before?

You must've been home
from Germany before that?

No... we landed Monday
and you all kill him Thursday.

I just have to check something.

Did I say something wrong?

Oh no.

No, no, no!

Oh no!

I'm home.

My beautiful children.

The country is beautiful
and green and flat like a fetir.

But the food was
the biggest disappointment.

Dad had the worst
sandwich ever.

- Worse than Grandma's?
- The tuna was old and wet...

the bread was dry
like desert sand...

and I got a juice that tasted
like camel droppings.

I had to throw it all
into the trash

and get McDonald's.

It was only off

by three point twenty-eight
percent.

It's improbable anyone
would look that much

like Kurt Olesen's brother.

I told you.

The biometric threshold
hadn't been met.

- You just wanted it to be true.
- No, I didn't.

He was a trained
electrical engineer

specializing
in train components.

Statistically,
it's nearly impossible.

But it was just a coincidence.

You invented it, Otto.

You said you
recognized him from the train.

I thought I did.

I must have been
too fixated on...

So it was just an accident.

I'm sorry, Markus.

Who was it, then?

What?

If it wasn't him,
who is it then?

Who is it?

You told me
it wasn't an accident.

But it is him.

It is him.

It is him.

- Markus... Markus...
- It is...

Markus

Markus.

Breathe. Nice and easy.

What's going on?
What's going on?

- Nice and easy, that's it.
- I'm scared.

- What's that?
- I'm scared.

I understand.

I understand very well.

Look me in the eyes.

She's dead. She's gone.

Yes, she's dead.

Breathe now. Come here.

Come here. There...

There is old Ukrainian legend
about coincidences.

It is about Liubava Vasilkovna
from Vitebsk...

a beautiful princess

who was hunting bear
the morning

after the first full moon
of the spring.

A huge bear attacks her
and bites her finger off

with her beloved diamond ring
on it.

Very sad for her.

But then exactly ten years later

the morning after the first
full moon of the spring

in the same dense forest,
in the same place

she goes hunting again.

And now she shoots a big,
old bear.

And when they
open the bear's stomach,

there was no ring inside.

Nothing.

Okay.

Well...

Now it'll be really exciting
to see if the water

starts boiling soon.

Why did you come here, Otto?

Because the police
wouldn't help.

Or I think I came
because we traded seats.

Because I was the one
who should have died.

Then I saw Mathilde
at the hospital...

and she looked so helpless.

Lennart and Emmenthaler,
they just tagged along?

They don't have many friends.

I sometimes think people
with problems band together.

Just like fat people...

so they look less fat
when they're all together.

It makes it easier to live with.

You also have some things
you need to learn to live with.

I didn't know I've got things
I need to learn to live with.

You have to learn to live
with the death of your wife.

Why?

You need to get proper help.

Nothing helps.

Nothing matters anymore.

Yes, but...

You have Mathilde.

And we never should've had her.

Before she came,
at least I still believed that

once we had kids,
everything would make sense.

You have a responsibility
toward your daughter.

Sure.

You were so fucking responsible
around your daughter.

No.

I wasn't.

Because I was an idiot.

I only thought about myself.

But not a day goes by
that I don't wish...

...that I could get
just one more chance...

...to find her hairbrush
for her or...

discuss if she could have a dog.

Or get fed up with her
for leaving the milk out.

I haven't got anything
to be proud of.

But you do.

I look at you and Mathilde
and I wish I was you.

Maybe nothing matters anymore,

but nothing does if you haven't
got a relationship with it.

You don't know Mathilde.

That's why
you don't understand her.

You'll just have to accept
that it takes time

before it makes sense.

It takes time.

But you have time.

So use it.

I'm sorry if I got angry
and raised my voice.

It's okay.

And I'm sorry about...
the nose thing.

- Hi.
- Sirius.

- Is that you?
- Yes.

No, that means
call you later.

- Give me your hand.
- No!

Listen up. I'm gonna break
one of your fingers now

and then you'll tell me...

where you took this video
of Otto Hoffmann.

- Where, when...
- I'll tell you!

Don't break my finger.

It's two now
because you interrupted me.

Please don't.
What do you want to know?

Now it's three,
because you're a snitch.

And you just made it four,
because you're a crybaby.

It's just a finger.

That's very much to the point.

It's a really good paper,
Mathilde.

You could perhaps
soften it a bit.

Run to your room
and hide under your bed.

No matter what,
just stay there. Okay?

Roll over!

- Is anyone hit?
- I got hit in the foot.

My shoulder. My side.

I am unhit.

- I'm unhit, too.
- Emmenthaler, get down.

I managed
to dodge the bullet.

Pretty amazing actually.

Lennart, I need help. Come here.

The bag with the M10s
is at the foot of the stairs.

You're faster than me, go.

Do you see it?

Why did you take them
all apart?

Never mind, throw them to me.

Hi there.

Soldier boy!

Come out into the light.

Soldier boy,
come out into the light.

Come out into the light

or I'll fucking blow
her head off.

On your knees
and lose that shit.

And the one in your panties.

Let's take out the old fart.

This really sucks.

What the hell
did we ever do to you?

Don't be scared,
sweetie.

Everything will be okay.
There...

I'll call
an ambulance.

Don't be scared.

Does it hurt?

No.

I'm just really cold.

They're coming now,
Dad. They're coming.

I should have listened to you.

I think I need help.

I'm sorry.

Dad...

They're coming any minute now.
Just keep talking.

I'm sorry.

Dad...

What is this?

- Chess. Thanks a lot, Mathilde.
- You're welcome.

I really like it.

It's Otto's turn
to choose a present.

Let's see what we've got here.
This one. Oh boy.

To Emmenthaler
from Markus and Mathilde.

Wow.

What the hell is that?

It's a French horn.

Can you do magic
on that, Emmenthaler?

I don't think so.

What do you want me to play?

Who gives a fuck?
Just any old song.

But what?

Just play something random.

I'll be damned if I'm listening
to that on Christmas Eve!

Easy now. Breathe.

You're in uniform
in the Tivoli Gardens.

- We're on the lawn.
- Yes.

There. I know you can do it.

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