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-See anyone around the house? -Who? That AIVD chick?

Maybe you should go to the house, for safety.

What the fuck are you doing here?

No one leaves here until we find something.

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

We're dealing with an entire fucking network.

When you come out Yassin will be waiting for you.

Okay.

[screams]

-Another attack? I have no people left. -Two officers just entered the mall.

[sirens]

[phone vibrating]

MOM: I'M TRAPPED IN THE MALL. I LOVE YOU.

[Mardik] Faysal's location.

I need your help Malik Fardin.

Locate Mardik's wife.

-[grandpa groans in pain] -[Ilja] You. With us.

-Mommy! -[Ilja] Don't move. You're coming with us.

[Joelle] Don't move!

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

[suspenseful music]

[door opening]

[Amir] I was saving them. I still got three.

Yeah? So what?

[Rayan and Amir chatting]

-[Malcanthi breathing heavily] -[suspenseful music]

[Rayan] I'm starting to get hungry.

[Rayan] Let's go grab some food.

[intense music]

[man on police radio] …is on the way. Copy that, standing by.

OC, 10.17.

CONTROL ROOM - AMSTERDAM

-10.17, are you guys okay? -The gunfire stopped.

-No idea if they're still inside. -How many casualties?

Right here there's five, but there are a lot more.

10.17, who are you?

I know you were at the market as well, what are your names?

Max and Malcanthi, District 2.

What's keeping DSI?

-[sirens] -[Ans] Rob, ETA?

The fucking highway is jammed. We're going around.

They're doing their best. They're still on their way.

[suspenseful music]

-[distant gunfire] -[woman, whispering] No.

-What are you doing? -Tweeting. So they know that we're here.

[knocks on glass]

[man] Shh.

[gunfire]

-Get the door open. -What? No!

-You can tell that man wants to come in? -That's exactly why I locked it.

Get the door open.

Get your fucking hands off me.

[distant gunfire]

I'm Hakim. I'm a janitor.

I know a way out and I can take you.

-Are you coming? -Yeah.

Come on.

[man] I'll stay here.

Come on, come on. Quick.

Hurry up.

Come on.

That way.

[Hakim] Quick, quick, quick!

Here.

Come on, come on.

Hey, no, no, no.

No, no, no. Please, don't.

[Malik Fardin] Calm down. Just relax.

Is Mardik waiting out there or what?

Forget about him, alright?

We're all alone. This is just between us now.

[Hakim] It's going to be alright, ma'am.

There's an exit in that stairwell.

We're coming, together.

I'll go make sure I can open it first. Then come back here for you guys.

But you'll have to run fast. I'll help her.

Okay, sounds good. Yeah.

We should run. We should run. We're not safe.

[man on police radio] At least until we know what we're dealing with.

-[sirens] -[indistinct shouting]

-What's wrong? -There's lot of cops out there.

We have bigger guns. They're afraid of us.

Shouldn't we have heard from Yassin?

Stop whining, you pussy. Besides, they never catch me.

You go this way, I'll go that way.

Loser.

[Ernesto] Hey.

My mother is… She's trapped in the mall.

Oh Jesus.

And I rejected her call.

Let me. Come on.

-Dear Mom… Then what? -Don't worry, everything will work out.

And we're getting her out.

I love you.

Love, Linda.

Love with and with I love you. And with I love you.

Thank you.

Uh, they have started shooting again. [cleaning throat]

More units are on the way.

-You should stay here. -No, that's not… I'll be okay.

Lin, really, everything is alright. Everything is alright. Okay?

Good?

Good.

[notification bell]

I KNOW, SWEETHEART. IT WILL ALL BE OKAY. I'M JUST A BIT SCARED. BYE, DEAR.

[pensive music]

[gunfire]

-[man 1] Police! This is the police! -[man 2] Stay where you are!

-[man 1] Put your hands up! -There are people.

-[man 2] Drop those keys! -No, the door needs to stay open.

-Turn around! -Turn around, now!

-I need to… -Turn around!

Turn around and shut up!

-There are people in there. -Shut up!

On your knees!

Hands on your head! Keep your eyes forward!

-I need to go. -[man 1] He's got it pointed right at you.

[man 1] You have the right to remain silent.

Hold on, please.

I need to go, please.

Open the door.

He's gone.

Fuck.

And now?

I…

Do you seriously think that will help? They have guns, they're small enough.

[Malik Fardin] I used to think the same way you did once.

That violence is a solution. That killing is a solution.

That's how I saved Mardik's life back then.

I looked out for everyone and protected them.

With a lot of violence.

Reza, violence is not the solution.

It's the problem.

Today I learned that death also isn't the solution.

Never was.

Faysal visited recently.

We had a nice talk about the old days.

I just found out today what that talk was about and what he was really up to.

Now I have to live with myself knowing that I didn't do enough to prevent this.

You saw Faysal recently when you went to France.

If you have anything to do with this,

with all those poor murdered children,

you can still absolve yourself and spare yourself eternal blame

before it ends up haunting your life.

I should know.

[suspenseful music]

Come on, get out.

This way. Through here. Let's go.

Come on, walk.

[Michelle breathing anxiously]

-What is this? -Different circumstances, different rules.

-Where's Mardik? -You're going to tell us.

-You hit my father. -Don't be so sensitive.

My father was a police officer for four decades.

He's been attacked and threatened.

His entire life all he ever did was help and you treat him like total trash?

Forty years. You hear that?

Well, I hope I make it that long.

Did he go to Afghanistan too? And was he tortured?

Did he spent weeks hanging from a ceiling?

Without sleep? Was he waterboarded so severely he hoped the end would come?

Ah, it's not a competition. Sorry.

Look at it this way: Your father just made a sacrifice.

For his country.

I'd be more worried about him than Mardik if I were you.

[suspenseful music]

Hey!

[Mardik] Speak.

-In Paris they looked up to Faysal. -Who?

Everyone who had fled from Afghanistan.

Everyone who wants to go back to Syria and Afghanistan.

Home.

And all the people look up to him

who hate the West because they invaded their country.

Cause they were all in ruins after they were plundered.

Faysal has seen it all.

He wanted to take revenge on the entire West.

And he can do that, because he was the king of Marseille and Paris.

He was king? Is he really that wealthy?

Ever heard of Bobigny? Over there?

The respect of the people is more valuable to a king than money is.

-When did you last see him? -I don't know. Hard to say.

What did he want?

Reza, did you know what he was going to do?

He was bringing three guys over.

He had me find an apartment and a van, that's all.

-I just arranged it for him. -What kind of van?

-Just a van to drive the boys around. -For attacks?

He never mentioned that, man. I just had to arrange it.

-What kind of van? The license plate? -How am I supposed to know?

I don't arrange that shit myself, I know someone at a rental company.

Call him.

Call him now.

Call him!

Mardik.

He switched SIMs, he only uses them for one call. He…

I told you everything I know, man.

If that guy really is involved, that's his fucking problem.

You have their blood on your hands.

Eventually the truth always comes to light, Reza.

What car rental company?

They're not going to tell him anything.

My family is probably getting worried.

I have to get back to my wife.

I love you. Oh, yeah?

[sobbing]

Oh, my God.

[suspenseful music]

[music intensifies]

[distant gunfire]

-[man] He says that he works here. -[Janne] Alright, we'll take him.

Please, no more.

-[Hans] Come on. -No, wait. Wait, wait.

Sir! Sir, wait!

I'm not an attacker. I'm a janitor. Look at my badge.

See?

-Whose blood it that? -A woman who is injured.

She's hiding in the walk-in fridge.

With two other people. They are waiting for me to come.

I promised them I would help. I promised.

You saw the terrorists. What did you see?

[Reza] Faysal, hey. Don't worry, it's me. Sorry to call…

[Mardik] Shh.

[Faysal] Reza?

[breathing on the phone]

Reza?

Is that you?

[end call sound]

No, no!

No, no, no. No, no.

Wait, no! I…

If there's one thing I fucking hate, is when someone's lying to me.

-I've told you everything I know. -You didn't tell me everything.

Please, I told you everything.

You get to choose: tell the truth, or I let you fall to your death.

-No, ah! -Shh.

Where is Faysal?

I don't know. I swear.

[Reza mumbling]

-Where is he? -I don't know.

Where?

Sami.

I'm sorry.

[grunting]

Here's the walk-in fridge where they're hiding.

There's a wounded woman and two others.

You can enter here without being seen?

Yeah, well, you can get in unseen but…

[phone ringing]

Are you calling me?

-What the fuck, Mardik? -How many terrorists are you counted?

One killed, there appears to be two more at the mall.

You're missing one.

-How do you know? -I just had him on the line.

-Who is it? -Faysal Taher.

You know they're looking for you, right?

Every officer has your photo. If they see you, they'll kill you.

If we just tell Riad…

No, no. Leave Riad out of it. He's just going to side with Joelle.

What can I do?

Send a unit to Redewijk 23, there's a suspect there. Arrest him. He's involved.

I'll send you a number for Faysal.

Trace his location and send it to me as quickly as you can.

And Janne, that suspect is Reza Baqara. He arranged a van for Faysal.

No idea what it's for, but have everyone keep their eye out, okay?

[Max, though radio] Where are you?

The storeroom. I think there are only two of them.

Only two.

[man] Sorry.

[gunfire]

[door unlocks]

You still angry?

Every night my husband wakes up from nightmares.

I used to be able to tell him, "Darling,

that's not us, that won't happen in the Netherlands."

And now, thanks to you, I can't say that.

That's impressive.

-Yeah, touching. -Fuck off.

We can't find your husband. His partner is dead, she was killed.

And his clothes, full of her bloodstains, were at your house.

He didn't kill her.

Why wouldn't he just come to us? Why would he have left?

Apparently Mardik knew more than I did.

He was hiding these SIM cards. And photos of his accomplices.

Family photos.

Photos that Mardik didn't want her to see.

It was just a family tree for our daughter.

-Ramin's his cousin. -Ah, Ramin.

-His father. -Yeah, sure.

That's why Mardik went there last year.

-His uncle. -Is he in touch with terrorists?

How the fuck would I know that?

Twenty six minutes before the attack at the market, Mardik called you.

Was it to warn you?

No.

He just asked me to go home, in case you guys invaded our home unannounced again.

I don't know anything about the attacks, and Mardik doesn't either.

Well then, I guess that's all cleared up.

[intense music]

Then we should just give up and call it a day.

Maybe you should do your job.

Where is Mardik?

Where is Mardik?

[Joelle] Stop.

Let her go.

[door locks]

[Ilja] Leave me alone, I need to think.

What was that?

He has to be involved somehow.

-Maybe she didn't lie. -Everyone lies, Joelle.

Fine, maybe about some things, but she could be telling us the truth.

The photos…

A family tree for his daughter. Yeah, right, fuck off.

The better they integrate, the bigger they relapse into hatred.

Haven't they taught you that?

Yeah. Anyone can interrogate a cop

and find out if he's cheated or if he has debts.

-This is a little different. -You can't attack someone like that.

Did you see her arrogance? How aggressive she was?

You see how she sat there?

One little nudge, that's all it's going to take.

[woman choking in the distance]

[choking continues]

[knocks on window]

[gunfire]

[man] Hey.

Look out. On the side.

Let's go. Come on.

It's alright. Just relax.

Open this and press it against her abdomen very tightly.

Okay.

Who is this chunk?

-Get lost, boys. -[man] That's my little sister.

[laughs]

-[Mardik] Get the fuck out! -[man] Bro!

Get the fuck out!

[Mardik] You stay.

You know him. He rented a van here a few days ago.

-Which van? -Well, sorry, don't know.

[cleans throat]

[Mardik] I need the license plate.

[indistinct talking]

[man] I'll kick up your ass.

-Do they scare you? -They might just set my place on fire.

If not worse.

-Let me help you. -Fucking hell, man, you crazy?

I want the info on the van, all of it.

[TV] There might still be dozens of hostages inside the mall.

According to witnesses it is possible that the terrorists are the same as those

who are behind the attack on the market,

but this hasn't been confirmed by the police.

I was never here.

[siren]

[suspenseful music]

OC, DSI is on the scene.

[Ans] Understood. You are authorized to enter the building.

[DSI operative] Moving in.

[indistinct talking]

[music fades]

[gunfire]

I have to go. I have to get out of here.

-Leave me alone. You can't make me stay. -Shut up!

Leave me alone! I need to leave! What if they come here?

[muffled shouting]

Stop!

[shouting]

[music intensifies]

[woman] Let me out!

Go away!

[gunshots]

[silence]

[Amir] Rayan?

Rayan!

Bitch! I'll fuck you up!

I'll kill you!

Son of a bitch!

Rayan!

I'm going to kill you!

I'm going to bandage you now. You're doing very well. You hear me?

It's alright. I'm just looking for an exit wound.

Keep up the pressure, very tight.

[suspenseful music]

What's your plan, brother?

What?

What do you want to do?

You wouldn't kill a good Muslim brother, would you?

That's not why…

Drop your weapon!

Drop the gun! Now!

I said drop the gun!

Put your weapon down!

-I just wanted to go home. -[Malcanthi] Goddammit! Drop it!

-[man 1] Tango down. Target down. -[man 2] Tango down.

You don't take the shot, we will.

Stay alert, watch for our side.

-[man 1] Let's go! Let's clear the area. -[man 2] Watch for explosives!

[man repeat on police radio] …explosives.

[dramatic music]

[man 1] Police, let's see your hands! Hands on your head!

[man 2] Hands in the air!

[man 1] Let's go. This way out. Show us your hands. Come out.

Keep going.

[man 2] Outside!

They're here.

[man] Hands on your head!

Come out. Get out of here, that way.

[man] Hands on your head! No sudden moves!

-Hands on your head! -That way. Keep going.

Don't shoot. Don't shoot.

-[man 1] Hands on your head. -[man 2] Let's go.

-[man 1] There you go. Quickly. -[man 2] No sudden moves. Keep it moving.

Thank you, darling. Yeah.

[optimistic music]

-Police. -Let's go!

Hands up.

This way. Come this way.

We're here to take you to safety.

Let's go. Don't move.

A medic will help you.

Watch your step.

-Are you okay? -Yeah, I'm fine.

[music stops]

[Rob] Hey.

Are you that doctor who snuck in on her own?

-Yeah. -So? Were you able to save anyone?

Three.

Nice work. You know what you're doing.

Yeah, you shoot people to save lives, this is what I do.

Take care.

[dramatic music]

Max, where are you?

-Hey. -Hey.

Are you alright?

It's not bad.

I hope.

Yeah.

-Did you shoot anyone? -I almost did.

I got him.

[Malcanthi sighs]

[over intercom] Please remain where you are. And wait until you are escorted out.

We will take you to a safe place. Repeat, this is the police.

A little bit late for that.

We are sweeping the building.

When you see an armed uniformed police officer,

please come to us and wave.

[man] Form a neat line and follow me. Hurry up, we're going outside.

Watch your step.

Follow me.

Hold on, wait.

Wait a minute.

Wait a minute!

Oh no.

[melancholic music]

Sweet man.

Thank you.

[man] Okay, everyone stay in line.

Follow me and proceed calmly outside.

-Hey, Lin, go to your mother. -No, no, no, not till we're off.

-Sitrep. -All available units are on the scene now.

Good.

[Ilja] I need her now.

Yeah.

[suspenseful music]

Where are they going?

One last nudge.

What kind of nudge?

[Ilja] It's being gathered as we speak.

-Her kid? -What's with all this whining?

Are you game or not? This is war, Joelle. We were attacked on our own soil.

When this entire shitshow is over, at least I can say I did everything I could.

Oh, yeah, everything?

Everything.

[Mardik] Janne, what's the situation?

[Janne] Two terrorists are dead at the mall, making a total of three.

There was a shooting at a wedding as well, possibly connected.

[music intensifies]

[beep]

[Janne] I traced the number you gave me for Faysal.

I'm sending you the location right now.

-[Mardik] Was Faysal among the three dead? -[Janne] No.

Then the worst is still to come.

[suspenseful music]

Faysal!

It's too late, Mardik. You know that too.

There's always a choice, my friend.

[woman] Hey, where are you going?

No. No!

[gun clicking]

We're on the same side. I just want my wife and child.

-Mom, get me out of here. -Pip? Don't worry. Everything…