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The following programme contains violent scenes.

(SPEAKING IN GERMAN)

She just found out that her mum's still alive.

Do you know where she is?

The Nordmann Fir Beach Hotel.

What if your mum doesn't even let us stay?

She will.

She doesn't love you. How do you know?

Dagmar.

I came to clean up.

The drugs, we need to sell them.

I expect the sample tonight.

And if I'm missing even so much as a point zero one...

I'll bring the scales.

Where's Stink? Go back. She must still be there.

No!

Come on, again!

(SCREAMS)

(SPEAKING GERMAN)

Fuck!

Just go.

What are we going to do?

We took Marten's car and now he's dead.

Yeah, we all saw.

We need to go to the police.

But Stink! Hello? We need to find Stink!

Stink knows the plan was to go to Norway.

She'll... head to the ferry and meet us there.

You will literally say anything to get your own way!

Marten is dead. Mirko is dead.

We have to go to the police and they'll look for Stink.

I just want to go home.

Reagan pointed a gun at my head.

They killed Marten because they thought we were in the car.

They're not all going to fuck off home just because you've had enough.

We'll drive until we find a police station.

(ENGINE STARTS)

There'll be one around here somewhere.

Nessi! Nessi, wait!

Just stop, Tara. It's happening.

I want to make a confession.

(SPEAKS GERMAN)

Nessi. Please don't. You need to see what's in this bag.

It started because Tara's dad died

and it turns out that her family are proper gangster drug dealers.

We were trying to get to Norway to see Tara's mum

because we thought she was dead but it turns out she's not.

But people have died.

It just needs to stop, doesn't it?

(SPEAKS GERMAN)

(SIGHS)

Hello.

Tara, stop.

You don't want the police to look in this bag, Nessi.

You really don't.

She's right.

Smile...

...and tell me you're feeling better.

I feel better.

Get the bag. (CHUCKLES)

Is that your car out front?

The Volkswagen?

Yeah.

Sorry... if it's in the way.

Nessi's still working on her parallel parking.

The registered owner was involved in a serious traffic accident.

So why do you have it?

It's not ours. We borrowed it from a friend.

From a friend?

We would have stopped but we didn't think we could do anything.

So you were at the site of the accident.

And how did you come to be driving the car?

We actually really have to go. We've got a ferry to catch.

No. You need to stay. Get off me, man!

I'm detaining you for obstructing a police investigation.

All right, all right. Fuck!

How about you?

We're good. We're staying. Uh-huh.

It's the right answer.

This... is Maggie.

Welcome to the beach.

Hi.

(EXHALES)

(DOOR OPENS)

(SPEAKING GERMAN)

All right! I'll be on my way.

Calm the fuck down. It's just a beer.

Profile.

Pockets.

I'll call the duty solicitor.

Solicitor?

I regret to inform you that your friend is dead.

We believe he was deliberately run off the road.

I don't need a solicitor.

I've done nothing wrong.

Fingerprints, left hand.

Right hand.

What do you think's happening? I don't know.

But the longer it takes, the worse it is.

Worse? (SIGHS)

If we're lucky, they're cautioning Tara for resisting arrest.

If not...

...car theft, drug running,

accessory to murder.

Fuck.

We've just got to make sure they don't find that fucking bag.

Hey! No talking. You sit over there.

You OK? What did I just say?

Felix.

OK.

(DOOR SLAMS)

(INHALES DEEPLY)

(EXHALES)

ORIN: I fucking love this woman.

(MAGGIE LAUGHING) (FOLK MUSIC PLAYING)

Don't go anywhere.

Kiss me.

(CHUCKLING) What? Kiss me.

Um...

When the groom leaves, every man has to kiss the bride.

It's a Norwegian tradition.

Hierrein.

Persons present are Tara O'Rourke, Politzeikommissar Walter Fischer

and Politzeimeister Agnes Schwartz observing.

You were at the scene of the crash.

What did you see?

I don't remember.

It's just a blur.

Marten wanted to have a go in the Range Rover so... we swapped cars.

Just a spin around the block.

But it's so powerful and... he wasn't used to it.

I know you're withholding information.

Why didn't you call the police after the crash?

We were scared. We came to the station instead.

We want to help, in any way we can.

Yeah.

(KNOCKING)

(SIGHS)

(SCOFFS)

Federal police wants to see you.

You're all the same to me, love.

We can talk.

(EXHALES)

Shit, Dagmar. I was worried.

I'm handling the Kriminalpolitzei.

I bet they're fucking terrified of you.

Where are my drugs?

You promised me you'd sort this out. Quietly. Efficiently.

I work very hard to keep my job separate from my other interests.

It makes me unhappy.

Very unhappy.

Hello, Tara.

I'm taking over the investigation from Politzeikommissar Fischer.

(DOOR CLOSES)

OK.

Where are the drugs?

Drugs?

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

I'm talking about the five kilo of heroin

you took from your father's house in Rotterdam.

I know you took the drugs and your father's Range Rover

and went on the run from your uncle.

Reagan is also in custody here.

I know you were selling the drugs at the Eisenschtompschtomp festival.

And I suspect that's connected to why Marten Weber

was run off the road and killed yesterday.

Do you want to hear some other things I know?

I know your father, Orin, was young and healthy.

But he died suddenly.

He was cremated the next day with no autopsy.

And then there was the death of a man at a shopping centre.

Four young British women wanted for questioning.

One death, I can see how that might happen. But three?

It's beginning to feel like a spree.

I want a lawyer.

Too late.

Much too late.

Of course, there may have been mitigating circumstances. Hm?

These things are always a bit complicated.

The outcome depends on who's telling the story.

You'd do well to start talking.

The drugs were in the Range Rover.

They must've have burned up in the fire.

I think we can do better, nicht wahr?

Reagan wants the drugs.

He was chasing the Range Rover.

Why would he do that unless the drugs were in the car?

(KNOCKING)

Dagmar put you with the coastguard to spy on my harbour.

(SCREAMS IN AGONY)

(GASPS) You're Dagmar.

You run the German supply line.

There's no-one who will help you out there.

(GRUNTS)

You see, if the drugs did burn up in the crash,

you're no longer of use to me.

You're expendable, Tara.

People respect me. They listen to me.

There would be an enquiry, for sure,

but you've proved you're capable of violence

and I would convince my colleagues it was an act of self-defence.

So...

...which is it?

Did the drugs burn up or do you know where they are?

So... So what you're telling me is

...that you don't know where my drugs are. Hm?

They might have been destroyed in the fire, as Tara claims.

Maybe.

I know things haven't gone exactly according to plan...

No, no. (CHUCKLES)

Not exactly, no.

Not... not unless the plan

was to lose two and a half million euros to teenage girls

and leave a trail of bodies and drugs halfway across Europe!

All of it leading back to our arrangement!

And I had to hear it from your son.

We're on the verge of something huge here.

A whole new supply line. Millions of euros every month.

It's solid.

And as soon as I get out of here I will sort Tara

and I will get you your heroin, exactly as I said I would.

You had an opportunity to eliminate Tara,

but you didn't take the shot. Hm? What happened?

I made the call not to take the shot.

It was too public.

If I am to trust you again,

I need to know you can take care of your niece.

Can you do it, Reagan?

I can do it.

Wunderbar.

It would be a pity

to destroy such a promising business relationship

over such a...

...small and insignificant little thing.

Were the drugs in the car?

Fuck you.

Tara, bitte.

The drugs were in the car. They're gone.

OK.

Let's see if your friends agree.

Wait. Please.

Please.

Just for a minute.

I didn't know the drugs were yours.

I thought they were my dad's and he's dead, so I took them.

But I have information.

Something you need to know.

Reagan's in a cell.

His boys are out of Rotterdam.

You could take over the whole supply chain.

What do you know about the operation?

(SPEAKS GERMAN)

I can see how this thing should be run.

How YOU could run it.

Obviously I could do it.

Obviously.

But you've got a problem.

There's a rat in your crew.

Someone you trusted that Reagan turned against you.

My crew, hm? Who?

Give me the name.

If I give you this,

you've gotta let us go.

You're ruthless. I like that.

(SCOFFS) An O'Rourke through and through.

Aber... which one do I believe?

(Hey.)

The bag. What?

The bag.

Arses on chairs unless you'd rather be in a cell.

(EXHALES)

You two. This way.

What happens now?

You wait.

(SIGHS)

We can't keep doing this.

We can't stop doing this.

I wish I'd met you first.

Oof!

Did you finally hit the big time?

You've sold a song to Atomic Kitten?

It's better than that, Rea.

Your little brother is gonna be a dad.

Oh, that...

That's fucking incredible, fella. Erm...

I... I'm gonna be an uncle! (CHUCKLING)

Hey! Where's that champagne?

People are dying of thirst over here.

(DOOR BUZZER)

We're basically going to go to prison forever.

And if we do get out...

we'll be, what, like 40 or something?

We'll never get married.

Or have kids.

Or buy a house, or have like a proper job.

Do you want to do all that stuff?

I think so.

Do you?

Yeah.

We'll be famous, you know.

When it all gets out.

I wonder what photograph they'll use.

Do you think we get to choose?

No, Nessi! We don't get to choose.

I bet they'll use that picture on Stink's Insta.

I told her not to post it. I look like a horse!

(SNORTS)

It's not that bad.

(BOTH GIGGLING)

Moment.

♪ GAZELLE: Anti Body

♪ Don't know how to feel

♪ When you want to see

♪ All the pain you cause

♪ To your family

♪ Suffering the most

♪ I hear what they say

♪ Everything is clear

♪ I can't live that way

♪ Don't know how to feel

♪ When you want to break

♪ All the things you love

♪ Thinking it's OK

♪ Cutting into flesh... ♪

I don't think I can handle prison.

Being locked up all day, not seeing my mum.

She'll come and visit you.

You could totally do prison.

You'd be the one that everyone comes to for advice.

Because I'm sensible and boring?

You're not boring.

And if you are boring, sign me up for boring!

I love Tara and Stink, but...

things can just get crazy when they're around.

I mean, they're my best friends and I love them

just as much as I love you or my mum...

But we're only here because of the things they did.

I mean, Tara did start it all.

So... So you mean... We'll have to.

We'll have to tell them what Tara did.

Yeah, but I ran over Tara's uncle. That's got to be GBH or something.

You were saving Tara.

And this is for Tara too.

Because if we don't stop her, then maybe no-one will.

Do you think we could do it?

I don't know. Maybe.

If we have each other.

(DOOR RATTLES)

♪ I begin to try

♪ I can't shake the urge

♪ Burying the fear

♪ Stifling the cry

♪ It's not like they said

♪ Best time of your life

♪ Giving all you can

♪ Love you till you're dead ♪

Where are my friends?

OK.

Sign here.

Dagmar.

Look at the man in the cell

and tell us if he was driving the car that hit the Range Rover.

Take your time.

I've never seen him before.

Are you sure?

One hundred percent.

Gut.

All right?

Tara, why are they letting us out?

Cos we didn't do anything.

What did you do?

I got you out. And I got us a lift.

You can thank me later.

Tara!

Tara, no!

It's right here. Like it's waiting for us.

You can't take it.

I can. And I'm going to.

You're actually mad!

(SPEAKS GERMAN)

You are not bringing it with us. Watch me.

Can I put my bag in the boot, please?

Tara!

Norway, here we come.

(ENGINE STARTS)

We can't leave without Stink!

I'm calling her. They still might be after us.

I've sorted it.

The police are looking for Stink and Reagan's not coming after us.

How can you be sure? I just am.

Trust me.

So, we good?

It worked out well in the end.

Where is she?

She's gone.

It won't happen in my back yard.

Gotcha.

Get your fuck-

Why are we stopping?

This is the Danish border.

I can't take you any further.

There's a bus stop one kilometre down the road.

That will take you to the port for the ferry to Norway.

Is anyone hungry?

I have snacks.

I'll have something.

Yeah, me too.

I've got chocolate and caramel.

None of your healthy rabbit food here.

Oh, your bag. I'll put it in here.

Um...

(Fuck.)

What is that?

(GUNSHOT)

(GASPS) Tara, what the fuck?!

I liked her. She was getting us snacks.

I'm calling an ambulance. No.

Fuck you, Tara.

(GUNSHOT)

You shot my fucking phone!

(SCREAMS) I'm sorry!

I'm sorry! I had to stop her calling!

You don't shoot friends!

(SCREAMING)

Get in the car and drive.

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