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[screams]

-[man] An attack? -Start golden hour, 9:33 a.m.

-[Janne] I heard how you left Shannon. -There was nothing I could do.

[Ilja] He was at an explosion where a fellow officer was killed,

he flees and calls us to say he knows who the terrorist is.

Mardik is a suspect. Add his name to the manhunt.

Of course I didn't know about it. Why would you say that?

I need to figure this out.

I think I know one of them. His name is Faysal Taher.

I contacted you before about finding a file number.

Reza?

SAVED

When you come out, Yassin will be waiting for you.

And then you can leave right away.

[Faysal] He has your payment.

-[Willem] Hey, you forgot your backpack. -[officer] Put the phone down!

[screams]

[ominous music]

Morning.

-[man] When did you finish last night? -[janitor] 10:15 p.m.

Hello.

-[man] This floor mopped yet? -[janitor] Of course.

-[man] Is Rachid at work? -[janitor] No, he's sick, sir.

[man] Again?

-Not good? -Really good.

[suspenseful music]

[indistinct announcement on speaker]

[Ans] This is live on all systems.

URGENT BOLO WARNING: ARMED

He's our colleague.

Unbelievable.

AMSTERDAM REGIONAL UNIT

What is this?

This your work?

Good job. Now he knows we're looking for him.

Yeah, and we're going to find Mardik.

Do you have any idea how these guys think, huh?

And what they're capable of?

I don't want to hunt someone who knows he's being hunted. You know why?

Cause of how long it's going to take to do it.

-I'll get rid of it, alright? -It's about a detective.

How long do you think before the media breaks?

-He already knows we're looking. -No! We are looking! You and I!

That's a completely different situation

than when the entire fucking Netherlands is looking for him too!

You make sure this doesn't get fucking leaked.

[Ilja sighs]

[Mardik] Hey.

-Is Reza here? -No.

-Your name? -Sami.

Hi, Sami. I'm Mardik.

-Is Reza your dad? -Yeah.

-You know where he is? -Basketball on the court. There.

[TV] It seems very likely that this was a terrorist attack.

Throughout the country

people are shocked with disbelief and horror of the violence.

The politicians immediately…

Why are you here, hon?

-What do you mean? -The attack…

-Is this Mardik's case? -Pop, you know I'm not allowed to…

Why did we pick up Pip then? And why did you come here?

I just wanna feel safe.

-I'm worried about you, that's all. -I think he feels it's safer for now.

Hey.

[rap music playing]

[man] Nice pass, man.

[man] You good?

[man] Hey, hey, over here, over here.

[applause]

[man] What a win!

-[Reza] Something wrong? -We need to speak.

No idea who you are, man. Sorry.

[Reza] Boys, I'll be back. I'll see you guys later, okay? Take care.

-Take care. -See you later.

Later, man.

[suspenseful music]

-[bell ringing] -[woman] Hey!

-[Mardik] Hands on your back. -What the fuck are you doing, asshole?

-[Reza] Fuck! -[Mardik] Shut the fuck up.

Get up. Stop! Stop, all of you!

It's okay, all good.

-[Reza] What are you doing, asshole? -Shut the fuck up.

[Reza] Fuck me.

[Reza groans in pain]

Hi.

-Hi. -Good morning.

I'm wondering if all the flowers are grown organically or not.

[florist laughs]

Aren't all flowers organic? I can't tell if they are.

-Take this. -Oh!

-Thank you. -I'll ask about the flowers.

-Have a nice day. -See you!

Huh, good morning.

[ominous music]

-[Faysal] Are you ready? -We are, we're ready.

[Faysal] That's Good. Stay where you are. I'm looking for a mark.

Okay, all good.

You?

[suspenseful music]

[Reza] What?

I'm not afraid of you.

French intelligence took this photo.

It's you meeting with fucking Faysal. See him? See him?

[Reza groans in pain]

You're a fixer. You arrange things. Weapons, cars, apartments, fake IDs.

That apartment that blew up, is that through you?

[Reza] Fuck!

Ah!

-What kind of fucking detective are you? -Where's your phone?

[Reza] I don't know. My house.

Home with Sami?

Good kid, Sami.

Faysal's location.

[Reza groans in pain]

[Mardik] What else is he planning?

What is he planning?

Fucking tell me! You're gonna tell me, aren't you?

No, no, no. Fuck, fuck.

-This yours? -Oh, thank you.

Tenderloin, butter, Grüner Veltliner, mustard…

May I?

Excuse me.

Oh, I'm in your way. My apologies. Come on, madam.

-[man laughs] -Okay.

-You know what? Give me some. -What?

Give me that.

Wipe it off. Like this.

-You okay? -No idea.

Don't know how I feel.

You?

-I know colleagues who were in that squad. -So did I.

They would be euphoric when they came back to the station.

Cheering, high-fives, drinking…

I believe it.

Success. We failed.

You became a police officer, why?

[together] Become a helper and protect the public.

That, and…

-my father is a police officer. -Mm.

So that was always great.

Stories.

Now you got a story.

[blinkers]

[car door beeping]

[screams]

[screaming stops]

Ah!

-[Rayan] Hello? -Hello. It's over.

-You can go ahead. -Okay.

[Ernesto] A wedding.

Do you have a description of the suspect?

Mm-hm.

Where is the location?

[phone ringing]

I'll patch you through to one of my coworkers.

-Wedding? -Yeah.

-The wedding too? -Yes, every call is about the wedding.

Another attack, people.

There's been another attack. Multiple dead and injuries.

Where? When?

A wedding. In Amsterdam-Zuid. A man with an automatic weapon.

-Shit. Send everything. -Got it.

Chantal, DSI.

[Linda sighs]

[Ernesto] OC to all teams.

[DSI officer] Copy that.

RRT to new location, the rest stay here. Get in.

[sirens]

[screams]

[gunfire]

-[gunfire] -[screams]

OC?

We're at the De Waal mall,

we're hearing intense gunfire. No visual of the shooters.

-10.17, give us a sitrep. -Just send the DSI.

[distant gunshots]

Hey, come here. Come on.

[siren]

[man] OC, 34.12.

-34.12, sitrep. -We don't hear any shots being fired.

Can we go in?

Negative, 34.12. Wait for DSI.

-There's been a third. -Another attack? I have no people left.

-Two officers just entered the mall. -Out of town units are on their way.

I'll send them immediately.

-How long before they're on site? -It'll be a while.

[scream]

Max.

[Malcanthi] Back up, back up.

[woman sobbing]

No, no, please.

[suspenseful music]

No.

-[scream] -[gunfire]

-Is there an intercom? -Yeah, there.

This is the police.

Help is on the way. Everyone in the stores, lock all the doors

and lower the store shutters.

This is the police.

Lock all doors and lower the store shutters.

Help is on the way.

[whispering] Hey!

Lower your shutters.

We don't have any.

-Let's go. -Not leaving yet. Follow them there.

No one leaves here until we find something.

[video game playing]

Sami?

Sami.

Hey, Sami.

Found your father.

Gonna grab some things.

His telephone. See his telephone?

I can find it, yeah? Finish playing.

[suspenseful music]

[footsteps running]

[suspenseful music]

Look at all this evidence.

Here.

-Are those the photos you saw? -I think so.

We're dealing with an entire fucking network. Let's go.

[Mardik knocks on the counter]

[suspenseful music]

-Is that him? -Yes, it's him. Get him.

Asshole, open the door.

Hey, open that door.

[banging on door]

-Where are you going? -Fuck.

Well, well.

-Boys, boys… -Motherfucker.

Wow, wow.

I don't have time for this, boys. I don't have fucking time for this.

Out of my way!

Back up. Don't!

Don't.

[suspenseful music]

[car accelerating]

-[Max] I'll take the right. -[Malcanthi] Left.

[distant screaming]

[distant gunfire]

One on each side?

Be careful.

[Max] OC, 10.17. We're each taking a wing. Keep eyes on the exit.

Okay, lock down the shopping center. All of it.

DSI will make all the calls in this.

Everybody is at the wedding or by the market. We're short on resources.

The GGD is calling doctors on reserve. We need more people.

Has it been confirmed that the market is safe?

Okay then, everybody from the market to the shopping center.

For God's sake, hurry up, DSI.

[sirens]

[distant gunfire]

[woman breathing heavily]

It's okay. Help is on the way.

But why aren't they here yet?

One sec.

Hakim? Is that an exit?

Harold, you're safe.

Safer than other people.

[distant scream]

Goddammit!

Ma'am, come with me. Come on.

-[woman groans in pain] -Come on!

Quick.

One moment. Here we go.

Come on.

May I? Can you hear me?

I'll help you. I'm here for you. Wrapping it up.

You're doing great.

I'm attaching this to you so that the first response team can tell

you need help.

-[screams] -[gunfire]

[man] No, no!

[woman screams]

[high pitched sound]

-[silence] -Ah.

-Is that the police? -I think.

-Go and check out there. -You go check it out.

This shop is yours.

Is the door locked?

Do it.

Jesus, bitch.

Quit it. Just lock the door.

-There's someone out there. -So what? Leave the door locked.

Mister.

No, no, no.

[quietly] Mister?

[grunts]

You stupid idiot.

-I'm here. -No, no.

We need to get out. Will you come with me?

No, she…

-Please, they're shooting. Let's go now. -No, no, she's in pain.

-[florist] Yes, come on. -[man] I can't.

[florist] Get up!

Hey…

Help! Get it open.

[man] Open the door, please!

[florist] Come help us.

Come here.

[intense music]

[music calms down]

[gunfire moving away]

[distant gunfire]

-How many injured people do you see? -22.16, OC, over.

Units there, there, there, and there. Clear here. Then we should…

MOM

Everyone got that? Get the Crisis Response Team on the phone.

[Linda] You've reached Linda's voicemail. Leave a message after the beep.

[TV] It has been confirmed that a second terrorist attack has taken place.

The terrorists invaded a mall and fired their guns into the crowd.

Several people have been injured and dozens of hostages are still inside.

Faysal!

[gunfire echoing]

[in Dari] Go away!

[sad music]

Mardik.

[soldiers, in English] Get the fuck out of the car.

[in Dari] Help.

-[in English] On your knees! -Watch out, he might have a bomb.

-[in Dari] Help me. -[in English] On your knees.

-[in Dari] Help me. This boy is wounded. -[in English] Get on your knees.

[Fardin sinking in water]

[distant gunfire]

[woman] What are you doing?

That thing won't get you saved either.

…MAY BE THE LAST TIME YOU HEAR FROM ME. I LOVE YOU VERY MUCH.

[message sent bell]

[phone vibrating]

MOM: DARLING, THIS MAY BE THE LAST TIME YOU HEAR FROM ME.

I'M TRAPPED IN THE MALL. I LOVE YOU VERY MUCH.

Grandpa?

Grandpa?

[ominous music]

Grandpa!

[Fardin] Let me…

Please, don't! It's my fault.

[coughing] All those dead people today.

Husna, it's my fault, it's my fault.

It's not, Grandpa, it's not. Okay?

I wasn't able to save them, babies, children died…

[Husna] Grandpa, no.

Don't say that, Grandpa, okay? It's not your fault.

It was…

Look at me. Yes. Very good. What's your name?

-Peter. -Peter.

That's good.

It'll be okay.

-[Peter groans in pain] -[Liesbeth] Quiet! Shh!

Help is coming. You should be quiet.

[phone beeping]

Fuck.

[phone vibrating]

-Hello? -[Husna] Mardik, I found my grandpa.

-What? -Maybe it's better if you come here.

-Where are you? -Sloterweg 2.

Coming.

[Ilja sighs]

No one knew this network even existed.

-"Zilts". -What's "Zilts?"

No match on his fingerprints or DNA.

-We don't know him. -Language?

-Broken English. -Then he's not from around here.

What's he look like?

Yah, African. They're everywhere.

Sent this photo to Interpol? Belgium, France?

Yes, but no response yet.

Well, hurry them up, we're dealing with a terrorist attack, come on, move it!

Jesus Christ.

Can I say something? I object to some tactics on this case.

Feeling bad for terrorists?

Do you have any idea what's going on in this city?

Civilians are being massacred right now, as we speak.

More is coming, and we're going to stop it.

That's what I want too.

But we have rules for a reason, and if there's a trial…

There isn't any trial.

Someone get him out.

[Joelle] And now?

Locate Mardik's wife.

[Mardik] Where is he?

[TV] All spokespeople are keeping quiet.

So, yes, time will tell.

Please forgive me, Mardik. I'm such a mess.

Listen to me, this is not your fault.

Malik Fardin…

I need your help.

Malik, I need you to talk to someone.

I need your help, Malik Fardin.

I believe in you.

-Will I know him? -I have no idea. His name is Reza Baqara.

I know his parents from back home. Reza I've never really met.

-He and Faysal are in touch. -You sure about that?

[Reza] Hello?

Who's there?

Help! Is someone there?

Help me!

Hello?

Fuck. Help!

[Fardin] What's this?

Ah!

-This is not the way, Mardik. -We need his telephone's main passcode.

He knows Faysal and his business.

Please let me take care of this.

-I can play red too, right? -No.

Feels like the rules changed. Oh well.

[laughs]

[car pulling in]

[doorbell]

-[Pip] My turn? -[Michelle] Yeah.

[knocking on door]

-[loud knocking] -[grandpa] Jesus.

Hey, you can't just…

-Don't. -[grandpa] How dare you?

Get your hands off me, you asshole!

-[Ilja] You, with us. Come on. -Let go!

-Mommy? -[Ilja] Don't move, you're coming with us.

-[Michelle] Stop! -Let her go.

Mommy!

-[Pip] Grandpa! -Papa!

[man] Stay down.

-Mommy! -[Joelle] Don't move!

[Michelle] Get off of me!

[grandma] Sweetheart!

Come here. Oh, sweetie.

Oh, baby.

They're gone.

Salaam, Reza.

Who are you?

Fardin.

But what I want to know is who you really are, Reza.

[distant ambient music]

Are we going?

Yassim will be here soon. We finish here and then we go.

Ready?

[door opening]

[Rayan and Amir chatting indistinctly]

[Rayan] I'm going to check this out then…

[intense music]

[Ilja] Come on, get out.

Where's Mardik?

Tell the truth, or I'll let you fall to your death.

No, no, no. No!

-[man] Put your hands up right now! -[Hakim] Here, my hands.

-Step away from the door! -[Hakim] No!