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PREVIOUSLY

-We want to do something new. -We've tried, right?

-We should have left already. -We can't.

We can. Talk to Henning.

There's a lot with Sandy and Betina.

-Shut up. Drink up. -Are you listening?

You don't get it. I do what you ask.

-Go home. -Or what?

Throw me out of the club. Then I'll say many thanks.

What's up? Have we got a problem?

CONTAINS SCENES OF A VIOLENT AND SEXUAL NATURE

Broken families and poor schooling. And slightly shady relations.

We're talking about people with an early contact with child welfare

and so on and so forth.

And society hasn't really shown much interest.

Now they're shooting each other. Then they're interesting.

INSPIRED BY TRUE EVENTS IN THE PERIOD 1977-1984

-Are we rolling? -We're rolling.

Can you start by introducing yourselves? What's your names?

-I'm Sponge. -Psycho.

-I'm Teeth. -Are those your real names?

-Hasher-Gitte. -Hasher-Gitte. Indeed.

What are real names?

Of course they're real names. Otherwise, we wouldn't say it.

-My name is Pissme. -Betina.

-Rub. -Gagger.

-Kim. -Pussyfinger.

-Show your fingers. -Nobody calls you that.

-They all do. -Shut up. You're Kenned.

-That's true. It's true. -Don't play smart on TV.

-Janni. -I'm The Mackerel.

Pia.

-The Mackerel? You're the president? -Yes. Unfortunately.

-Who are you? What do you want? -We don't want anything. Nothing.

I need something better than "nothing".

We want to get in.

-How old are you? How old? -We're 15.

Why would I need kids? Get lost.

-Give me that one right now. -What are you doing?

-Give it to me. -I want in. You can use me.

-Give it to me now! -Give it to him.

Give it to me!

If I see you again, you're dead. Understood?

Damn.

-Are we laying plans or what? -Yes.

Have you heard from the trial members? Did they get the stuff?

Mackerel? We have waited way too long.

Mackerel? We can't wait any longer. We have to do something.

-Revenge. -Revenge.

-Hi, Mackerel. -Up I go.

-Barbara. -Hi, Barbara.

Welcome to TV City. Yes.

-Henning, is that okay? -Yes.

You know what this is about, don't you?

We're planning a debate programme which is about power this time,

and you'd normally have politicians or a CEO of a bank and so on,

but I asked my boss: "Why not a rocker president?"

But I wanted to start somewhere...

Where does the name Mackerel come from?

My enemies probably call me Fishface, right?

It goes back to when I was five.

We wanted to frighten people by jumping out from under staircases.

The others shouted "boo" and I shouted "mackerel!".

-Is that a story we should include? -No...

No.

I'm still not sure about going on television.

Well...

You can think about whether it's maybe an opportunity to tell people

and give them an insight into who you actually are.

You won't edit it, will you?

It's live television, so we can't.

If I say I want peace, for instance...

-With HA? -Yes.

The war leads to nothing.

That would be great.

Yes.

Bark, Kim.

Heel.

Would you like coffee?

Yes, please.

Okay, I better get started.

I'll move the washing, so you've got some room.

I'll take that. It's fine. I'll take it, honey.

Thank you.

Hey, you.

Are you hiding there?

Can I see what you're doing? Are you building a nice house?

What's that? Is it a baby?

You know what? Will you help your godmother with the clothes?

Look.

Look, there's the other one.

-We'll find all the loose socks. -You're a clothes detective, right?

You can say that.

I forgot the milk.

I'll have it black.

Yes...

Hey...

Look at me.

Are you taking anything, apart from weed?

You can't do that.

I'm here for you, honey.

I wanted to tell Sten I was pregnant before he died.

He would have been proud to hear it.

-Hi. -Hi.

-Are you getting junk for her? -What?

So she can shoot up in front of her daughter?

-Hi, honey. -There you are.

The lens lover is here.

I'm going on the television.

It's live, so they won't edit it. I can say what I like.

HA will be watching as well.

Henning, I soon can't take this anymore.

No.

I know.

-Do you understand what I'm saying? -Yes.

I'm going to ask for peace.

Right?

I'm going to ask for peace.

They can't say no. It'll be front page news in all the papers.

-Do the others know? -No, but...

They're also tired of it, right?

They just need somebody to say it. It could be their leader.

It's over.

Okay.

-See you out there. -See you.

This way.

-Pia? Hey. -Hi.

-Can I sit there? What's up? -Hi, Pia.

-Hi, sweetie. -Hi.

Do you think they're taking part or what?

-Someone will come... -Excuse me?

-Yes? -Please don't drink beer in here.

Oh, right. We'll do it slowly...

No, we'll do it quickly, right? Quickly and quietly.

-Welcome. -Thank you.

-I said welcome! -Thank you!

Shall we have some good energy and applaud ourselves? Okay, hi.

Welcome. Yes!

The man we're meeting now is a very powerful person.

His name is Mackerel and he's the president of an MC club, Bullshit.

That's what we citizens call rockers.

How did you get into this, Mackerel?

It's been a while now.

-Tell us a bit about Bullshit. -In Bullshit, we live our lives.

-Our life is the club. -What does your wife say about that?

What does she say? She's a part of it.

-But what about the violence? -She's not happy about that.

It's also dangerous for her, so I'm not happy either.

And a number of your friends have died, haven't they?

Yes, we've lost some along the way. Some of the best ones.

What we're watching now is an older broadcast on Denmark's Radio.

Just watch the screen.

Clubs like yours are relatively new in Denmark.

People want to know how you earn your money

and the press has been suggesting it's not all legal. Any comments?

They're lying like hell. The only proper paper is Information.

-Ekstra Bladet is partly true. -No, it's not.

Sometimes, they're right, but then they add a lot of crap.

We're a thorn in their eye, because we do things our way.

What do people think of you? They see you as a problem.

-What problem? -They can think what they like.

We're sweet, normal people.

If they're not in the way, there's no problem.

They have their families and we have ours.

So nothing to fear, if you're an ordinary Dane?

No.

If you walk down the street and don't move over, we'll slap you.

That's right. An eye for an eye.

You have special names. Why do you use those?

Those are our names.

That's how we express ourselves best. I'm just Betina, but...

-No, you're "honey". -Yes, I'm "honey".

-Stop it. -Shut up, Gitte.

Mackerel, you were good friends with Johnny Jensen who died recently.

Are you afraid of ending up in the same situation?

No, I'm not afraid of it. Johnny was a really good mate.

He didn't die for nothing.

We're all here today, and we're stronger than we were before.

So something good came out of it.

-Cheers for Johnny. -Cheers for Johnny.

Gitte, what's it like being a woman in this environment?

It's my family. They're the ones I have.

I expect you call somebody family. Or I don't know...

This was years ago and a lot has happened since then.

What do you think can be done about it?

Will you keep up the revenge and keep the war going?

Why not just surrender, so it stops?

-Surrender? -Yes, or make peace.

We can't.

Can't you try?

No, as I say, HA has a hunger for power.

-What do you mean? -HA is a power syndrome

coming to Denmark to decide everything.

If you don't do as they say,

things like down on Søpromenaden will happen.

Your best friend suddenly dies.

How old are you?

23.

How old do you think you'll be?

Hopefully old enough for HA and the fat pig in prison to be gone.

-Boo! -Shit, you frightened me!

Where are you going?

Here.

Did you get that at the town hall?

-Upper guardians. What does it say? -Does it matter where I got it?

-You can read what it says. -Divorce papers.

You've signed them.

You can't do that.

So are we leaving?

-I'm leaving now. -Listen... Listen to me...

-Move! -Stop it! Listen!

Let me go!

Let me go, you idiot!

It just seems all wrong all of a sudden, right?

Then she talked about surrendering.

-You're lying, man. -No.

No. What do we have to do?

What do we normally do on a Friday?

-I'm going to dog training. -Okay.

-We're going to Freetown. -Yes.

-And you've got a match. -Okay.

We have three things to do.

We'll do three things and then we leave.

We'll leave.

Remember when we slept on the beach?

Do you remember?

Imagine...

Imagine we're camping.

The birds are twittering. You're bloody beautiful. Okay?

Right?

Tomorrow I'll plant a three-step rocket.

Then we'll leave it all behind.

-Three steps? -Three steps.

-Yes. -Yes.

Step one.

Dog training. Right? I'll come with you.

Step two.

AB70 against Fremad Amager. Right?

You on the side line.

And I'll save the guys from getting thrashed.

Step three. Going to Freetown to deliver the hash.

Things sorted, right?

The car is packed. Then we leave.

We're going away.

-Three steps. -Three steps.

No!

Good morning, beautiful.

Did you sleep well? I've packed everything.

Just throw your clothes in.

BULLSHIT VS HELLS ANGELS ROCKER CONFLICT CONTINUES

MORE WAR

Pia?

-We're doing it. -Yes.

-Ready? -I'm in.

Good.

You can do it, right?

-He's almost too big to be in there. -So are you.

-Oh, I forgot my gun. -Shouldn't we just drive?

No. It's right here in the post box.

Never mind.

Stop. Stop, stop, stop...

Stop. Stop!

-What's going on? -Drive. Drive!

Yes.

Drive!

Faster!

Stop, stop, stop!

You can't get past here. Sorry. You can't get past here.

-I have to ask you to leave. -Is he dead?

-You can't get past here. -It's my husband.

Can you wait here for a moment? Stay here.

Somebody will talk to you in a minute.

His hair is so long.

He needs a haircut.

Hi, Pia. I'm Peter. I'll be taking your statement.

Are you ready for this?

Yes. I'd like to know... Is he dead?

I'm just taking your statement.

It was Jønke who shot him.

How can you be sure?

His...

...body shape. I saw him at the prison.

Is Henning dead?

Pia, last night...

What did you do then?

He died on top.

With dignity as a warrior.

He was a warrior.

-Revenge. -Revenge.

Three steps.

One.

INSPIRED BY TRUE EVENTS

Subtitles: Claus Christophersen plint.com