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Anything in particular I need to ask? You're the resident Afghanistan expert.

My father was a police officer for four decades.

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

Where is Mardik?

-You can't attack someone like that. -One little nudge.

What kind of nudge? Her kid?

[gunfire]

Grandpa!

[Ilja] Fardin Ameri. He's from the same village as Mardik.

Lots of vulnerable young kids hang out there.

-Is this Fardin a suspect? -Could be.

All those dead people today, Husna. It's my fault.

[Mardik] The suspect is Reza Baqara. He arranged a van for Faysal.

I want the info on the van.

[grunting]

Reza?

[Janne] I traced the number 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]

[Fardin, in Dari] We're getting stronger.

[man] It's getting more dangerous every day.

Be careful. Let me know when you're safe.

Mardik.

Mardik!

[Mardik] Faysal, what's up?

-We're leaving tomorrow. -Where are you going?

-Don't know. To peace, says Dad. -So I won't see you again?

Wait here.

I want you to have this.

Really?

[sad music]

[man] OC, 34.12, victims and witnesses are being questioned.

The roads are blocked off.

…that the main road will be closed and ambulances are allowed through. Over.

-[Rob] Copy. -[Riad] Everybody on alert?

Cameras on all exits. Let me know if you see anything suspicious.

[man] Copy that.

[sirens]

-Where are they going? -A man with bloody hands was spotted.

So what?

I know. This is like the 24th report of a suspicious activity.

-Riad. -[Ilja] Hey, Riad.

-Yeah? -Send in Mardik's location.

I'll find him, I'll fill you in and you send DSI after him.

-To arrest him? -Yep, to arrest the guy.

[Riad] If you say so.

[disconnect tone]

That was Ilja from AIVD.

I'm pretty sure the guy just signed Mardik's death warrant.

Hm.

Did Mardik tell you how his colleague was killed?

Where is he?

Michelle, how can I get in touch with him?

[Joelle sighs]

Listen, I'm sorry, but start talking or your daughter becomes involved.

He came home.

Some blood on his clothes, fresh blood.

From Shannon's body.

He said she was dead,

that they're chasing the terrorist that detonated the explosion.

Sound true?

I…

I asked if he knew that the attacks were coming.

-If he sent me home because of that. -And?

No.

It was because of you.

He thought you were going to break in.

[Joelle] Did you believe him?

I believed Mardik fully.

Apparently he was right.

What will he do when he finds out Pip's with us?

When Mardik hunts someone, he always get his prey.

I don't know where he is now or what he's doing or what he's feeling.

But whatever happens, Mardik isn't a terrorist.

You have the wrong guy.

Don't involve my daughter in this.

Where's Mardik?

Why the girl?

Joelle will contact Mardik shortly.

-Keep an eye on her, okay? -And why?

You heard me perfectly well, didn't you?

Hello.

Hey. Come on.

Come on. Eyes in front.

Faysal!

[door opens]

Keep walking.

Up the stairs.

[suspenseful music]

[phone ringing]

Where are you?

[Faysal] Close by.

Are you here to save me again? On your own?

You're alone too, Faysal.

Your three men are dead.

Just three?

And the real party hasn't even started yet.

The big fireworks, you remember it, don't you?

The fireworks back then?

I'll never forget that night. Nor all the things that followed.

So long ago.

Now we are merely this to each other. A silhouette from the past.

Why are you doing this?

[glass cracking]

You wouldn't understand. It's been too long.

Too long ago, too far away. We went in different directions.

Never too late to stop this.

-Are you married? Kids? -[Mardik] Married. We have a daughter.

The market, a little girl got shot.

Same age as my daughter.

I shot at your colleagues, not the kid.

Know that everything you do, Faysal, it will affect me too.

[Faysal] Because you're Afghan?

[Mardik] Yeah.

They don't trust you as it is, and they never will.

-I suppose your wife is Dutch? -[Mardik] And you?

When I consider I'm alone, it makes me happy. I don't need anyone.

People need each other.

This belongs to my daughter.

And to me.

It connects us. You can keep it.

[in Dari] I want you to have this.

[sad music]

[woman] Please, let us go.

[gunfire]

Faysal!

[music stops]

[men talking in Dari]

[man] Let's continue.

Why do you stop? Leave him.

Take him.

-Let's go, I'm hungry. -[man 2] What should we do with him?

Nice try, Mardik.

But in the end it's just a bag of air, my friend.

It's nothing.

It's too late. You know that too.

There's always a choice, my friend.

Always.

[Mardik groans] -[wings flutter]

[Faysal sighs]

[sad music]

[soldier] Watch out, guys.

-Out of the vehicle! -[soldier 2] Get out of the car!

-[soldier] On your knees! -[soldier 2] Get down!

[Malik, in Dari] Help me. This boy is wounded.

Help me. He's wounded.

-[in English] Help. Please, help. -Please, sir, calm down.

Is he your son?

-Your son? -[Malik] No.

[soldier] Listen…

Load him up.

Alright, guys, we're loading up the kid, then we're moving. Yeah?

[soldier 2] Let's ship him out. Come on, let's move.

[soldier] Come on, get moving.

Alright, guys, as soon as the kid's in the truck, keep moving.

Okay, guys, moving out.

[TV] Twenty-two people have been killed and 42 people have been injured.

Families have been torn apart. The grief is unbearable

for many people after this terrible attack in Amsterdam today.

We are seeing many people gather…

-[Seema] Stay here, why are you going? -Grandpa, what are you doing?

I can't wait and sit here.

Seema, I can help.

Hurry, don't let him leave. Go!

[Husna] Grandpa!

-What are you going to do? -Something important.

-All this is not your fault. -I'll be the judge of that, Husna.

-Where did Mardik even take you? -He took me to talk to a man named Reza.

But it amounted to nothing.

Violence is no solution ever, Husna. I learned that in the end.

And because I see it now, I have to explain it.

They need to hear it from me, Husna.

[Mardik groans in pain]

[Mardik] Faysal!

[clinking]

[door opening]

[Ilja whistling]

Got something for you.

Pip?

Pip, stay calm. They won't hurt you.

Pip?

-Pip, Mommy is coming to get you. -Mama?

Mommy, I'm really afraid. Mommy?

-I'll come find you, baby. -Mama! Help me.

-Mama is close to you. I'm coming soon. -[Pip] Please come and get me.

Listen. I'll…

[Pip] What are they doing to you?

I lasted for three days before I broke down. We don't have that time right now.

This is the last thing she'll hear if you don't tell me where he is.

Mama.

Papa! Just get me out of here.

Please.

I want to get out of here.

Mama, please!

Help me, help me, please.

[Ilja] Where is he?

Where is Mardik?

Tell me!

-[Ilja grunts] -[Michelle groans in pain]

[Sheila] Hey.

Where are you going?

-I don't think I answer to you, Sheila. -Ilja wants you to stay put.

Fuck Ilja.

Hey!

Open that door! Hey! Open!

-[Mardik sighs] -[phone ringing]

Mardik?

Don't hang up.

-Who are you? -Joelle, with the AIVD.

-Who gave you this number? -Michelle.

She gave it to me.

-Is she okay? -Yes, but they've got your daughter too.

They have Pip.

What?

-But why? -Ilja is the one who ordered that.

I know, he went too far. I'm sorry. This was never my intention.

[Mardik] Where's Michelle? Where's my daughter? Where are they?

-Where is Ilja? -You won't be able to just walk in there.

You will.

[suspenseful music]

Where are you?

Marktkwartier West.

Sorry.

Officer.

Come here.

Can I assist here? Can I help these people?

Sir, not now, please. You have to stay here.

Stay back.

Praise be, Allah, merciful one, compassionate one, bless me.

[car doors opening]

[Mardik groans in pain]

So who shot you, Mardik?

-Faysal. -[Joelle] Taher.

Did you arrange to meet him?

Alone?

Oh, Jesus. You expect me to believe that you're not involved in these attacks?

Or in the death of your fellow officer?

The apartment was booby-trapped.

-She was already dead when I… -Just turn yourself in.

And then? Huh?

That will solve nothing.

An attack is coming. You guys have to catch him.

What were you thinking? There's still good left in him?

If I talk to him, everything will be good?

-We grew up together. -Ah…

For old times' sake. Just a couple of childhood friends from Afghanistan.

He rented a van. It was there.

The documents. There's a bomb in it.

-I can report the license… -No, that's no use.

They've got a false one on now. We need be on the lookout for details.

-There's damage. -Yeah, here.

In the back, on the left. Pass this on.

Joelle…

Where are they?

Where are my wife and daughter? Please.

I'll send you the address.

[liquid sloshing]

[sirens]

[unintelligible police radio]

-[Riad] Upload the images immediately. -[woman] Yes, will do.

-Report to me. -[woman] Yes.

-Do you love me? -Of course.

Come with me now.

-But I can't just leave. -Now.

Here. I'm going to explain it to you on the way.

[suspenseful music]

[electronic lock clicking]

[door closes]

On your knees! On your fucking knees!

On your fucking knees.

Where are they?

Where's my kid?

Where the fuck are my wife and kid?

I thought the AIVD didn't carry guns.

Normally we don't.

I don't want to shoot him.

Don't need more blood. We're on the same side.

I just want my wife and child.

Bring them back to me now.

[Riad] Shh… Stay calm.

Stay calm. Give that to me.

[dramatic music]

Come on.

[door opens]

[Pip] Daddy.

Oh, sweetie.

Honey. Hey, sweetheart.

You're okay. Everything is okay.

Come on.

Don't bring her.

Come on.

Hey, babe.

I'll be back, okay? You stay with this lady. Yeah?

Hey, sweetie.

Michelle!

Mich!

Michelle…

Michelle. Mich.

Oh, Michelle.

Michelle.

Hey, baby.

Mardik..

Find Pip.

Pip is fine. It's okay.

You're safe. Are you okay?

-Where's Ilja? -He's at the shopping center.

Why?

Ilja thinks the last big attack will take place over there.

He thought that if his daughter and mother were there…

Was he going to take them? As what? As bait? A human shield?

-[sirens] -[dog barking]

[man] Rotate squads. Copy that?

You know what's going to happen? And who's responsible for it?

There.

He's coming. Or he's already here.

If you see anything, you report back to me. Understood?

[Joelle] Ilja's at the mall.

In 80% of most cases of a terrorist attack is followed by another and even a third.

-To maximize human casualties. -Exactly.

These guys follow the exact same pattern.

-The attack at the market. -And the wedding.

That was a distraction.

Attacks at locations throughout the city so the police force is spread thin.

And then the last attack at the location that gives them the most attention.

The shopping center.

The police is there, EMT is there, the media is there, it's all there.

Faysal is there. Trust me.

[paramedic] How's her heart rate?

Daddy?

I'll be back soon, okay? I promise.

-Arriving now. -[Faysal] Okay, you have five minutes.

[suspenseful music]

-When are you bringing those two in? -They're gone.

-[Ilja] What do you mean "gone?" -Joelle was here with Riad and Mardik.

With who?

With Mardik. They took his wife and kid. We tried to stop him but…

Fuck!

-[Mardik] Has everybody been informed? -[Riad] I don't know.

There's all on edge, so let me do the talking, okay?

Stop! -Get out of the car!

Stay by me.

-[man 1] Get out of the car! -[man 2] Get out!

[Riad] It's okay. It's a misunderstanding.

[man 1] Hands behind your head! Show us your hands!

-Rob… -Slow!

[Riad] It's okay.

Lower your weapons. Situation is under control.

Are you sure about this? This is your responsibility.

[Riad] I know. Don't worry.

[praying in Dari]

What are you doing?

What is it?

Grandpa, let's go.

This is all I can do right now. You go if you want.

[continues praying]

[woman] Quit doing that. Leave!

Hey, leave. -Get out of here.

-Leave. -Grandpa, come on.

[suspenseful music]

[Ilja] Hey.

Celebrating all the death and destruction here? Eh, Fardin?

Get away from there.

-What'd you say sir? -"What'd you say sir?" Are you dumb?

You don't know me, but I know you.

What do you want from me?

Just let us go, man.

Why are you here?

You're coming with me. Come explain what you're praying for.

-Let's go. Come on. -What are you doing?

-No! -Get back! Hey!

No!

Fardin?

Let me go.

You're going to tell me where Mardik is.

Who are you?

-Malik Fardin! Malik! -[man] Stay here! Don't move!

[Husna] Let him go!

Let him go!

Shut the fuck up, old man.

-You speak Dari? -[Husna] Let him go!

[gun fires]

-No! -Take cover!

[man] Drop the weapon! On your knees!

Grandpa!

Grandpa, get up!

[Mardik panting]

[bullet hitting Ilja]

It came from the left! Team 3, head to the street! Go!

Find out where that shot came from! Go, go, go!

Medic, stay here! Team 1, medical assistance! Follow!

Medical assistance on the way.

[sirens]

[suspenseful music builds]

Fuck!

Patrick, this is it! There are explosives in here!

In the back of the van!

[shot]

[man] Got an active shooter. EOD down.

-I repeat: EOD down. -[man 2] Take cover.

[Faysal breathing heavily]

[Mardik panting]

[tense music]

-Where are you hit? -[Patrick] Here.

Goddammit. This bag is new, dammit.

-Are you okay? -Yeah.

Shit. Fuck, the other side.

[tense music crescendos]

Drop your weapon.

If you want to stop me from doing this, you'll have to shoot me.

Drop the weapon, Faysal!

It's time you understand that I'm not your enemy.

Get down on the ground.

Get on the ground!

Never kneel for the enemy in your midst, brother,

especially not for a traitor to his country.

Put it down!

I can't understand why you do this.

You don't know how come?

I can't understand why you do this. How could you stop feeling what I feel?

One time we were brothers. Our country was destroyed by them.

-They murdered our parents. -Quit it!

Made us orphans. And the bombs on my home…

Stop talking!

You and the fucking Dutch abandoned us.

Nobody likes us. They hate us.

-Who will rise against them? You or I? -You choose to blame them?

All of those people willfully choose the politicians.

It's their choice. They close their eyes, ignore and brutalize for their good.

You fucking fan the flames of hatred, Faysal.

You think it's good out there? Huh?

Your wonderful life?

Stand down!

[suspenseful music]

No matter how hard you try, you'll never fit in.

You're a lost man.

You're not Dutch, not Afghan.

I love you, brother.

Welcome home.

[gun cocks]

[soft dramatic music]

Fardin was right.

It was good for me to see you before.

Goodbye.

Don't do this.

I give my life for my country.

[Faysal groans]

[tense music builds]

[Faysal moans]

[tense music swells]

[bomb bleeps, shuts down]

[Mardik pants] [whispering] Fuck.

[Patrick sighs]

-[man 1] Put your weapon down! -[man 2] Police!

-[man 1] Hands up! -[man 2] Police!

Get down!

-The phone is the detonator. -Hands on your back!

-Slow! -[man 2] Down from there!

Hurry up, get down from there! Are you deaf?

-On your knees! -Hands on your back!

Hands on your head. On the ground.

You're under arrest. Do you understand?

OC, possible suspect apprehended.

That's not necessary, Rob.

Not yet.

[Rob] Listen.

If he's involved in this, he'll need this thing over his head.

And if he's not involved, he'll need it too.

[dramatic music builds]

[music stops]

JUDICIAL COMPLEX, NORTH HOLLAND

[door unlocking]

[door locking]

This conversation never took place, okay?

Some people want to keep you in custody until this is all sorted out.

[Mardik] Hm.

The cop? The one who drove the van?

That's him.

You think he's a real officer?

I don't know.

But he was the only one walking in the other direction.

[Mardik sighs]

Your instincts are sharp. I think it's a real officer too.

If it's really true, then Faysal was helped from inside.

From inside the police force.

I can get you out of here, but you're going to have to help me.

Because if you're right, Mardik,

then this is all…

it's all much larger than we think.

[dramatic music]

[rhythmic, suspenseful music]

[door unlocking]

[door locking]