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107 PATRIOTS

Throw the ball to me.

Throw the ball to me!

- I want an ice cream sandwich.
- Thanks a lot.

- Where have you been?
What fun we had yesterday.

- We had a great time.
- Why didn't you call me?

I don't know...

Over there.

- I'll see you tonight.
- Bye.

Don't be late.

Run, Sissa!

Come on!
It's a war!

Ike is hit!

Police! Show your hands!

Hold it!

No! Sissa?

Sissa?

- Let's go. Hurry up.
- Siss...

Help!

Sissa... Sissa...

Help! Help!

Come on now.
It's the last quarter.

We can do this.
Okay? Here we go!

- Come on, Oliver!
- Go down the wing.

No... All the way!

Come on. Push!

Hey, slow down.

Come on!

Gang-related shooting
in Slottsskogen Park

Come on now!

No, no, no! Wrong way! Ola!
No, no, no! Ola, wrong way!

What is he doing?

What is it?

Pay no attention to gawking idiots.
Grown adults, right?

You scored a goal.
That's what football is all about.

- So you ran the wrong way, what the hell...
- A one krona fine.

Sometimes you swear.

I run the wrong way too.
Sometimes, they say.

- Holy shit, you tried.
- Fined two kronor.

- You're getting a gift when we get home.
- It's Nina's birthday.

Yes, but you're getting a gift, too.
We'll do it before the guests arrive.

...two in custody. At least two others
got away in a grey or green Dodge Charger.

Jungmansgatan in town.

Yeah?
Yeah, hey.

There have been shootings in Slottsskogen.
Do you know anything?

- There's nothing else, yet.
- Okay...

Do you want some coffee?

- Are you hungry?
Hell, yes.

Gina, fix whatever they want...
Felix.

Then I'll have a steak.

There's something Seth needs to be told.

Tell me.
I'm the boss while he's inside.

It's something we've talked about for years.

- What?
- I'll wait...

They shouldn't put these
in the dishwasher.

A fresh start. The whole thing.

- What, Now?
- Mm. Do you have a problem with that?

- No.
- Good.

Then we'll tell the guys.

- Hey, listen.
- A shoot-out in Slottsskogen.

The Bogdani brothers, Barduli and Kush.
Kush is dead. The cops took the other one.

- Were they shooting at each other?
No, the black guys. Zabangida.

Kick the ball to Tore.

Hey.

- Hello. Can we help?
No, just take something to drink.

- Oh, you're here already?
-17:00 is 17:00 for a former military man.

- Robin! Wake up!
- Where did you say that the rabbit was?

Be careful, it's a wild rabbit.

- Anything new from Slottsskogen?
- Organized Crime and Serious Crimes are on it.

Quite a few injured. Niklas and Vidar
are checking their sources. And you?

Can you handle this?

- Johan, lower the flame a bit.
- Good luck.

- It's getting a bit too hot.
Should I...

Congrats. This is from Johan and me.
So you can buy something you want.

- Thank you.
- Congratulations, little Nina-Pina.

- Congratulations, Nina.
Thanks, Johan.

It's Orjan.

He showed up shortly after
you went to football.

- What could I do?
What does Nina say about it?

- She wants to go and visit him.
- In Saudi Arabia?

He's doing something here now.
Building rental units for the community.

You have not latched it properly.
Aren't you an expert in cages?

- At last we meet.
- Yes, finally.

The family only gathers at funerals
and anniversaries.

Did I miss the humour?

- Was that humour?
- Hello!

- Where's the birthday girl?
- This is also a colleague.

This is Karin, Hel�n's mother.
And this is Orjan, Nina's father.

- And Nina's over there.
- Is that Nina's boyfriend?

- No, that's a classmate.
- She says...!

- Humor.
- Okay. How beautiful everything is, Hel�n.

I forgot, a messenger came
and left something in the kitchen.

- What? When?
- He just left a box in the kitchen.

- Thanks for the booze. Looks expensive.
- I never skimp on the police.

- So you're leaving now?
- Mm. South of France or Italy.

Do you know what you're looking for?
Yeah, a small place.

Good location close to the raw materials.
It'll be Southern France. Marie is half French.

How does she feels about it?

Well, I have a chance now.
If I don't do this, it's all over.

Yes...
I'm impressed.

You finally did it.
Despite everything.

If we find a place, we'll come back
and sell the bar, and then...

Then we'll see if she believes in me.

- Are you up tight?
- See that guy there?

- The old man in the hat there?
- Old man, yes.

It's Nina's father, Hel�n's ex.
Turned up after 15 years.

He was in the restaurant business.
Worked with Leo Gaut and other gangsters.

- Now he's a developer. Whatever that is.
- Is he still gangster?

I don't know if he ever was, but...

Speaking of gangsters,
the ones who got away at Slottsskogen...

the Zabangida Brothers, Ike and Jim.

- How do you know?
- Macke Geson's friend runs the hot dog stand.

- Apparently the Albanians started the shooting.
- Do you know why?

Who will sell what
in the neighborhood.

- A five-year-girl was shot.
- Fucking pigs.

Aren't you going back to the party?

You're going to miss me, Johan. Huh?

Hey, uh...

- Good luck.
- Thanks.

See you.

- Problem?
- No. Ow, damn it!

They've questioned the brother, Barduli.
He isn't saying a thing.

They shot at Jim and Ike Zabangida.
Turf war, according to rumors.

- Thanks.
- Patrick?

It's Agrell again.
We've got some thugs to pick up.

We got a tip. Those Albanians
were shooting at Ike and Jim Zabangida.

Are you okay?

Hey.

Hey, there.

Hey.

Hussein and his guys were with
the Albanians. All the pigs together.

- How long can we stay here?
- As long as you need to.

It's Ekaian's place.

- Is it safe?
- Absolutely. It's quiet here.

- We'll find someone to check your arm.
- That's good. But hurry.

We'll fix some grub and stuff.

Thanks.

We have an address.
Call when you can.

Little Sissa...

Now... Mamma
and grandma, and...

Granddad... and all the others
will take care of you.

Then I'll come.
I promise.

Bye, Sissa.

Die fucker!

Here!

- Good morning.
- Good morning.

- Shouldn't we wake up the kids?
- Nina's sleeping at Bill's.

- Really?
- Look, I talked to Orjan yesterday.

It shouldn't be another 15 years.
For Nina's sake.

We have some problems
in the attic.

He has a cash flow problem, he says.
But he needs advertising.

My company can do that,
he can fix the attic.

Then Nina can see him here
and we can perhaps avoid Saudi Arabia.

- Do we have big problems in the attic?
- Is that so surprising?

Well...

It's yours.
I know.

This is Falk.

Sorry to drag you out on a day off,
but we should look at this.

- What's this place?
- Kursad. Luxury Yachts. Empty since last winter.

Hey.

- Can we take a look?
Yeah, but it's a bloody mess.

- Worse than usual?
- Absolutely.

I should be looking after Mom's
horses today, but what the hell...

How do you spend a day like this, Sophie?
With the kids?

- You went too far, there.
- What?... Oh, hell.

- Hey, Dick.
- Hey.

Since you've been barging around here, Dick,
the forensics must be completely finished.

- The Albanians found Zabangida before us.
- Or not.

Not.
We found dozens of footprints.

- Everything indicates that he got it first.
- Ike Zabangida.

Then four guys come in.

Shoot him, take his wallet,
phone... we didn't find them.

Then, five, six friends of the
deceased show up and do battle.

It appears three of the first gang
escaped out the window there.

- What about the fourth one?
- It's him you should look at. Come on.

We believe that he was tortured
for several hours.

- Do you recognize him?
- No.

If you look there, on the right forearm...

- It looks like the G�teborg coat of arms?
- No, it's a much older crest.

Folkunga family or even earlier.

- A battalion tattoo?
- Not one I've seen.

Nothing insignificant you want to know
if you torture someone for several hours.

Don't scratch it. They itch at first.
You should slap it with your hand.

- Yeah, I know.
- Should we tell the others?

- Seth first. The others later.
- Yeah, sure.

Why is he going court again?

He's just testifying, that's all.

Yes?

No, you have so little time left,
you don't have to.

- New thinking?
- Yes.

I remind you,
you're testifying under oath.

Mm.
But I saw nothing.

How do you explain that
you didn't see anything?

You've said in interviews
you were in the shower room.

Soap - in the eyes.

- You heard the scream?
I can say this...

If you hear a scream when you're in the
shower and have soap in your eyes...

Is your first thought that some poor
wretch is getting a pounding in the corner?

No, you think just like me...
somebody got soap in his eyes.

And county soap
is the damn strong.

- "Soap in the eyes"... that was good.
- Have you ever had it?

- Should we get a pizza?
- What's this?

- Can I have a second with my brother?
No, you can't.

One second? Half minute? I have such
a short time left. You said so yourself.

One minute. And I want to see
your hands the whole time.

- Absolutely.
- The pizza's on me.

- Hey, kiddo. Everything all right?
It's good.

We have a problem. You know, he...

Look out! Look out!

Hold on. There's been an attack
on a prisoner transport. Seth Rydell.

- Is he dead?
- Missing. Macke Geson is dead.

The assailants got away
in a grey BMW. Black guys.

- Zabangida again?
- No idea.

- Patrik, I'll check out Conny and Alm.
Not yet. I'll check with St�hlgren.

A coffee.

Could the tortured guy be
an unknown from Rydell's gang?

We don't know. What do Criminal
Intelligence and Serious Crimes say?

No direct connection yet,
but they have the name and address.

His mother reported him missing
and confirmed the tattoo.

- Let's go then.
- Whose watching the Rydell gang?

Surveillance and SWAT are sitting outside
Seth Rydell's villa, where Felix now lives.

Outside of Wagner's apartment.
Eriksen, Alm, Conny Lloyd.

But no one has appeared yet.

What the hell...!

Jesus, I've completely forgotten
how to hotwire a wreck like this.

Good to see you.
You haven't been idle, I see.

Where's Geson?

What the hell... Hey, Seth!
Hey, old man. Everything okay?

- Great to see you!
- Same here. Everything all right?

Geson is dead.

Half his head was blown away.

Where's Frank?

Frank has left.

- He's gone?
- Yes, he left town.

- I okayed it.
- You okayed it?

Yes. What?

Call him and get him here,
and we'll say no more about it.

Hello? Someone...?

Hey. It's me.
Hey, just a second.

So!

- Where are you?
- Should I be somewhere?

- You should be here with us.
- In prison?

No, I'm out. Listen...

Geson has been shot in the head.
He's dead.

We're at war.
You're responsible for safety.

- Why are we at war?
- We'll discuss it when you get here.

You know where we are. The place
with the... gorgeous curtains.

I'm out of it
and Felix okayed it.

- It's not okay with me.
- Felix okayed it and he is the boss.

- No, I'm boss.
- Not when you're inside.

I'm not inside!
Damn, you're slow.

Wait a minute. Felix okayed it,
I'm out, and that's how it is.

If you don't come here now, Frank...

- Yeah? What happens then?
- A 50 grand penalty.

50 grand for every day, from here on.

- What are you talking about?
- Just do as I say.

Whore!

The tortured corpse was Per Jomsvik,
lived on Sl�ggatan 6b.

Go and check it out.

Hey, I've been looking for you.

We can't talk now. Seth is at
the cottage, where I was hiding.

Do me a favor.
Look after Marie and Calle.

Seth won't let me go.

Be careful. Surveillance is
after Seth and the whole gang.

He said we are at war, but not with whom.

- We believe it's Zabangida.
- Zabangida? Why?

Call as soon as Marie and Calle are safe.
I'll text her address.

Got it. Calm down.

- Let me know when you're ready.
- Wait a minute!

We know where Seth
and the whole gang are.

They're at war, but we don't know why.
What we do know isn't official.

And Patrik, for the same reason, I need
to bring in two people for their safety.

Okay.

Vidar, get the weapons.

Johan, brief Matte on site.
Everything's falling into place.

- And us?
- You're going to Sl�ggatan.

That's just as important.

Well... Then I want to know
who shot at us. Huh?

- Where the hell are you going?
- Home to let the dog out.

- Let the dog out?
He can't stand to be alone.

Anyone else who has to be somewhere?

- Now, let's smarten up a little.
- Zabangida's guys shot at us.

Zaba..? Are we at war
with Zabangida? You're kidding.

- It's not our fault.
- It never is. Who's to blame?

I wish I could tell you.

- Hello.
- Hello...?

We've only spoken on the phone.
Johan Falk, Frank's handler.

There's no danger to Frank.
He's okay, but... Can I come in?

Sure.

His gang, Rydell, they're
in armed conflict with another gang.

They don't usually
touch the family, but...

Frank is worried about you.
I'll take you to safety.

- He's left them.
- They may not know that.

- Where is he now?
- On the way back to G�teborg.

- American Klink, Gina.
- It's me.

We must speed things up. Even if
we lose on it, it must be done quickly.

Okay, say no more.

They're arguing about
something in there.

We can see Seth Rydell
Felix Rydell, Kenneth Alm...

Conny Lloyd and Victor Eriksen.
One vehicle drove off.

Got it.

- Be careful.
- We're at the torture victim's residence.

- Got it. Report in when you're inside.
- Absolutely.

- Did you bring lock picks?
- Yes.

Yes I get it. That's how it is..

We'll know as soon as we meet them.
Believe me, this will be good.

We have one dead guy already.

Two of the cars are on the move.

Thanks. We'll hang on. Annika and
Little Spark, do your thing in the house.

Vidar, cover them.

You'll be staying at the Scandic Crown
under another name 'til Frank comes for you.

I was involved in this from the start.
We were so naive, wanting to change.

Frank from the inside,
me as a lawyer.

Tommy, who recruited him, knew how
to press the right buttons. He died later.

- 10, 01. How's it going?
- We're going in now.

Turn right there,
that's West Skansgatan.

The subject is turning right,
into West Skansgatan.

Are we meeting outside?

Mm. We're being picked up here.

"...Fem�ringen who was shot in
Slottsskogen has died of his injuries."

"Seven others were wounded in
Slottsskogen, three seriously."

Let's go.

- Hey!
- Take it easy. It's him.

The subjects have been picked up by four
unidentified men in a grey Sixt rental.

A Mercedes minibus
with registration...

DGC 158

11, understood.

It's been a long time.
I'm sorry about Geson.

11 here. I've just dropped them off.
Send me your position.

Patrik is here.

I'll be with you in ten minutes.

Felix has filled you in?

How you got to know each other in jail?
I've known that for a while.

You fought together
and formed some sort of pact...

That's the story.

But in the present circumstances,
maybe it's good that our gangs merge.

Gangs?

- I don't know if we're a gang.
- It is what it is.

Why would Zabangida attack us?
- SG3. On Skype.

Yeah?
I'm at Pelle's apartment.

A black guy and a young woman
broke in through his front door.

A black and an Arab woman broke in
at one of ours. Sl�ggatan 6b?

Dispatch SG5 and 6 as backup.
Until they get there, we'll improvise.

Okay.

Five seconds.
- The code is the 2961.

Hey. Take a look at this.

- Shooters 12 o'clock!
- Firing Line! Firing Line!

Abort, cease fire.
The exercise terminated.

It's him. But with fingers.

- Do you recognize any of the others?
- No.

You were late.
Yes, sergeant.

- What dorks.
- Have you heard of the thousand monkeys?

If you give 1,000 monkeys 1,000
typewriters and infinite time...

They will eventually write
Shakespeare's collected works.

What if you gave the monkeys weapons?

What's that? What do you mean?
It's a thesis.

- What, your thesis?
No, a well-known thesis. Scientific.

- The monkeys start writing Shakespeare?
- The monkeys are not writers, but...

Look. There he is again.
He's filming himself.

- Hi, Pelle!
- Hi, Sissa! Aren't you sweet.

You did not answer the question, Dan.
My guy got his head blown off.

The question was, verbatim:
Why would Zabangida attack us?

I was with my daughter
in Slottsskogen last weekend...

at the Children's Zoo.
Looking at the animals.

She was five years.
Where does it end, people wonder.

How long should we allow
traitors to run the country?

Our citizens are killed
in the streets.

Pensioners robbed, beaten to death.
Youngsters stabbed, women raped.

The media don't dare mention the
colour of those responsible for the violence.

Where's the line?

The line is crossed when our own
children are getting killed in public.

Such cultural groups shouldn't be here.
They have forfeited that right.

Hey, baby! Hello, Valter!

Hey.

It pleases this patriotic heart
to see so many patriots gathered.

Patriots! Our time is here.

- Hail victory!
- Hail Victory!

10 to all.

Pelle Jomsvik was a member of
Legion Gothia. Addressed as "sergeant".

Didn't Dan Hammar, Legion Gothia's leader,
do time for something six months ago?

Yeah, he was inside with Felix Rydell.

And 15 years ago, he was in Kumla
with Seth Rydell.

When my daughter was shot...

I saw the plate number of
the car the black guys used.

Gillis came up with a name:
a fucking used car dealer. Black of course.

He gave us the address of a factory
where we found a Zabangida brother.

There, we took care of the problem.

The dealer must have talked, because more
gangsters showed up. So we had to run.

But Pelle was left behind.

He was tortured and
he must have talked.

They know that Felix and I are
working together, so Felix is a target.

- So it was you they wanted to shoot?
- So the line has been truly crossed.

We are the largest resistance movement.
The Swedish people are with us.

Several brothers and sisters have seats in
municipalities, county councils, parliament...

and in some district courts.
It feels so good.

It's a great feeling to see Patriots
take their places in our society.

- Patriots! Hail Victory!
- Hail Victory!

- Death to the enemy!
- Death to the enemy!

Our life!
Our dead!

For Sweden!

Our country!

Death to the enemy, the vermin and
the establishment's cowardly traitors!

- Hail Victory!
- Hail Victory!

Hail Victory!

- We have people from all walks of life.
Yeah, how nice.

Do you still have "access" to AK5s
from the barracks, like you did before.

You'll need heavy weapons now.

Felix said you have some.
How much?

We took this from Ike Zabangida.
It will help us find the gang.

It's Harald again.
Yeah?

The intruders at Pelle's place are cops.
I overheard them talking.

- Meet us in G�rdsten.
- Got it.

I don't want to sit now.
I'll just stand here and enjoy this.

The IT people should look at this.
Those fucking nazi bastards.

We're here now.

13, I'm right in front of you.

- What's your current position?
- We'll be in G�rdsten in 7 or 8 minutes.

- Come on.
-7 or 8 minutes?

- We'll have to run.
- 11, with you in about 2 minutes.

Matte, here now.
Southern end of the courtyard.

- The other block, right?
- Yes.

Here.

That's Moje Haddid.
He's a Lebanese from Hisingen.

Ike Zabangida called him three times
after the shoot-out in Slottsskogen.

Moje's sister, Lizzy Haddid,
is hooked up with Ike's brother Jim.

Then we've come to the right place.

The door to Block 28 has been forced.
11, how close are you?

- 10, 12 there in 1 minute.
- We'll wait for you.

- We're going in.
- We wait.

They didn't break in to hide Seth.
This is something else.

01 to all.
Block 28, we're going in.

We're one block away.

What have we done?

Fucking black whore!

Are you Lizzie?
Listen to me damn carefully.

Tell me where Jim is or
I'll shoot your head off.

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

I don't know!
- Where the hell is Jim?

- Where the hell is Jim Zabangida?
- Answer me, dammit!

Shoot the other bitch,
so she knows we mean business.

- Shoot her!
- What are they doing?

Where's Jim?!
Shoot!

10, 12 in place.

The next bullet goes in your head.
Do you even understand Swedish!

Where is Jim?

Where is Jim?
- What do you know...

Let's take a look at this.

Here's something.

Listen to this.

"Lizzy'n Aisha'n!
Ab enda Ahmad Tahti alena."

"Al"... whatever it is.
"Moje'n Jim'n."

Ahmad was written on a door downstairs.

"NO FLYERS THANKS"
Johnny Ahmad

- Police! Show your hands!
- Drop the gun!

Down!

Show your hands!

Flash Bang!

- Drop the gun!
- Hands against the wall!

Hands against the wall, I said.
On your knees. Cross your legs.

Police. Are you okay?

Six or seven offenders
Jumping across the balconies.

Three stairwells to the right.

Two women in the apartment.
Possibly wounded.

- 01, Understood.
- Let go of me!

Niklas, first aid.
- Vidar, down here!

Johan is jumping between balconies.
On the fifth floor.

Sophie, someone jumped
from the balcony of your apartment...

to the balcony on your left.

Outside! We're on our way!

Nazi Fuck!

- Police!
- Police! Drop your weapons!

They're getting away.

- Where's Valter?
- No idea.

- Go!
- What about Gillis?

Die, fucking Nazis!

Matte, turn on the siren!

It's the police! Drop the gun!
It's the police!

None of them is Jim Zabangida,
from what I can see.

At least one escaped from balcony.
How are you?

- Let's process this shit.
Where's Johan?

Johan, where are you?

I'm tailing one of the Nazis.
- Yes, but where?

Bus 107 towards town.

"Dan here. I can not take calls now,
but leave a message."

Shit, shit.

Latest Intelligence info:

The girl who was shot dead in Slottsskogen
was Hammar's daughter.

- She doesn't have the same surname.
- Got it.

Cuff them.
Come on.

Now I want to know if it's us, Hammar
or Zabangida who are being watched.

The cops did not turn up
out of the fucking blue...

two minutes after
we found the right address.

Is there's a rat.

Conny. You take care of the security
from now on.

Turn over every stone.
The works.

Let's just just...

have peace and quiet
and put an end to this war.

Someone is going to pay.
Whoever got us into this.

And it's not Zabangida.

My dear Felix,
you're not a real Nazi.

A bit of a closet racist sometimes.
But it's not the same thing.

Hammar is the one who'll pay for this.
He put us in this shit.

- Heard anything from Frank, Victor?
- No response.

That bastard will pay for sure.

- I know what we can do.
- Yeah?

What do you think?

No one's been in the cottage
since we installed the cameras.

- Goddamn it, Patrick.
- Take it easy now. Look at this.

We can't make the picture
any clearer than this.

- Dan Hammar and Legion Gothia?
- We don't know.

We never saw them more clearly than that,
and the sound recording is unusable.

The tortured guy, Per Jomsvik,
belonged to Legion Gothia.

Zabangida has many followers
in this area. We arrested three.

Jim and Ike Zabangida's girls were
beaten. But they've said nothing.

I met with the Security Police. They've been
charting Legion Gothia since the late 90s.

It's currently the largest and
most resourceful Nazi group.

Well supplied. Weapons thefts,
bank robberies, murder.

I have a list here...

no less than 107 members,
just here in Gothenburg.

I want to concentrate on them.

Priority 1 is Dan Hammar.
If we get him, many will leave.

Okay.
Issue orders to all the squad leaders.

Everyone neutralize their regular cell phones.
and get to their assembly points.

Only then will they activate their
war phones and await further orders.

Is that clear?
- Yes.

Then say it. Do not sit and nod
like a fucking amateur.

I understand
this is bothersome, Harald.

But if we are to succeed,
we need to maintain discipline.

Why else did we struggle
all these years? Right? Huh?

- Got it.
- Right?

Yes!

For Pelle, Gillis...

And maybe for Valter too.

Where the hell has he gone.

Let's do it.

Now, Goddamn, we're doing this.
Let's do it!

Now we're going to
fucking do this.

- Haill Victory!
- Hail Victory!

- Hail Victory!
- Hail Victory!

Hey.

- Do you have any money?
- Yes. But I only withdrew 5,000.

Damn!

- And the keys?
- Yes.

It's in the parking lot, on the right.

- What's going on?
- Not now, Mamma. Later.

You look awful.

I'll be in touch. Don't call me.
My phone... It's no longer active.

It's starting now.
The fight for freedom.

Okay.

- Valter!
- It's not break time yet.

Good bye.

Fucking pussy.

You're going to die tonight,
just so you know.

Who are you?
Who the hell are you?

Guess.

Cop shit.

Or... Fucking Zionist slaves.
I'm not saying a word without a lawyer.

Why do you need a lawyer?
I told you, you'll die tonight.

- If you don't cooperate.
- Come off it.

You were there and almost killed
two immigrant girls tonight.

Ike and Jim Zabangida's girls.
We have everything on tape.

What happens when suburban gangs from
the Middle East and Africa, get the tape?

- Zabangida's gang.
- You can't do that.

We also know you were there
when Ike Zabangida was shot last night.

- How the hell do you know that?
- You've just admitted it, stupid Nazi buffoon.

You won't survive two hours when they
get the tape, you dumb-ass.

But... if you cooperate with us,
then we'll forget that.

And say to the prosecutor
this guy...

...this guy should get the
mildest possible punishment.

All in the greatest secrecy,
of course.

Can you do it?

Don't you think we can do
whatever we want?

So, what's it going to be?

Okay, then we'll give them the tape.

Or, you can come with us. Huh?

Okay.

Umm, I have to ask.

What?

What was that last bit with the thumb
and all that?

If he goes to the police, he'll be
questioned by Internal Affairs.

When the interrogator asks
what happened.

"He pulled on one earlobe, then
he put his thumb in the other ear. "

"Then he danced
around a tree."

The interrogator will say, "You need
to go home and get some sleep."

- Hello.
- Have I done something to you?

- What?
- I wondered if I've done something to you.

Why do you ask?

I'm supposed to be your deputy.

Why did you send me off
on a meaningless fucking mission...

to watch people who are
already dead?

- Yes, it...
- There's stuff going on over my head.

- Make Johan to your deputy.
- No.

I feel completely redundant.

Is it better for the statistics to have a
woman as second in command? And a black?

- That has nothing to do with it.
- Then what does it have to do with?

Otherwise, there's a great job opening
as a team leader in Serious Crimes.

Are you going to quit?

- Not now.
- We have a source in the Legion Gothia.

- The one you were after?
- Poor guy thinks we have him on tape.

I have a list of 107 people
in the Nazi club.

St�hlgren's orders are
to bring them in for questioning.

Those who don't cooperate,
we can hold.

The source, Valter, said Hammar found
cell phones in the girls' apartment.

Zabangida's mobile led them there.

Hammar will use the contact
lists in these phones...

To find and shoot even more
"Racial Aliens" as they call them.

- It's too late to find the 107
- Why?

They've all been ordered
to go away.

Leave home with a full kit
and go to a secret location.

Valter only knows his location.

They're operating in separate cells
in their "fight for freedom".

Executing politicians and others...

who are responsible for everything
they don't like. What do we do?

- Do you have Valter now?
- Yes.

Where is the bastard?

So, Valter, this is my colleague.
He'll be your assistant manager.

We'll write a little script,
but first let's do some work.

Valter. Can you get a little closer?

If no one looks too closely at your ears
they won't be able to see anything.

You should put this on.

It has a built-in GPS, so we can
keep track of where you are.

- Ouch!
- When do you activate the second phone?

- At my assembly point.
- Where is it?

- At our place in Fr�lunda
- No, the SWAT team just struck there.

Say there were cops everywhere, so
you came to town and turned on your...?

- War-Phone.
- Yes, war phone.

So you turned it on
in town instead.

- Mind the paint.
- Hey...

- Did you study psychology or law?
- Both. And then some.

Okay, Counsellor.
How far can you go in a democracy?

Using undemocratic practices
to fight undemocratic forces?

I slept through that lesson.

But I remember another lesson.
Police Reform, 9 March 1850.

When fully engaged...

in combatting a variety of crimes
by thieves and outlaws...

we must use many skills.

- Is it acceptable to use deception?
Yeah, I think so.

Pack everything up, so we'll have
some time to sleep in the cars.

Sophie. I'm sorry for what I said
this morning at that boathouse.

- Now we're done with the magic.
- All right.

Yes, it's Valter.

There were a lot of cops in Fr�lunda,
so I couldn't come... go in.

No, I'm on J�rntorget.
All right.

Hey.

Yes, they're coming to get me.
About 20 minutes.

- Damn good. Eat breakfast, relax.
- Relax? Well, damn...

Funny guy.

Are you sure it's Frank?

We'll check it out.

Lo Ping Wai who owns the bar next to
Frank's sees people in there now. 8 o'clock.

- Are they cops?
- No, they're drinking. Celebrating something.

And one of them looks like Frank.
- Let's go there.

The subject has seen something.

A Saab 900, DGJ 328,
picking up the subject.

Where's Hammar?
- We should be seeing him now.

Hammar is not in the car.
They could be going to meet him.

- Where is he?
- We haven't decided where to meet.

Is everything cool?
- Yes.

- Yeah, the GPS works fine.
- 01, Got it.

- What the hell are you whistling?
- "Lion's Time."

- Gina, Gina, Gina...
- Seth.

Is Frank here?
- No.

- Frank, are you here?
He's not here, Seth.

Frank owes us money.
Now, you are part-owner of the bar.

Frank owns nothing on paper.

So we'll take over bar from Frank. You
sign over everything to us... to Victor.

- Because you'll have to accept it?
- That's right.

- You can't do that.
- Of course we can.

Ah, colleagues of Frank.
Can I offer you something?

Hey. You must be Seth.
Avram Khan, Vijay's colleague.

He got ten years.
Locked up at the Hall.

Sorry.

Haven't you been out
about a month?

Well, something like that.

You may not know it, but Frank
gave me a good price on this place.

So I jumped at it.

Huh, guys?
Sure you do not want something?

- So Frank was here?
Yes, an hour ago.

We signed the papers. Then he left.
He was in a hurry to go somewhere.

I'm gonna kill that son of a bitch!
- Hello.

Hey.
- Seth! Seth!

Follow us. This is Harald.
We've rounded up the hardware.

- Right now?
- Yes.

- 11 to all: Did you hear that?
- Too far away. I need a better signal.

Here's a chance to get Valter
to spy on Rydell's gang.

Valter friend Harald rounded up
"Hardware". Probably weapons.

Should we force them to stop?
There's a good spot coming up.

No, we don't know where Hammar is yet.
Or if they have weapons in the Saab.

Five SWAT units can go in
as soon as we have an address.

We'll wait for you. Fine.

It's them, eh?
- Yes.

Okay, you gave us the correct address.

Call our guys,
so we can end this.

Hello? Come on, all of you.

Come to the Hotel Esplanade.
Hotel Esplanade, I said.

They've driven into the garage
at the hotel Esplanade.

01, Understood. Park in the driveway.
We'll wait until SWAT gets here.

Where's Hammar?
He'll be here, anytime.

Jarmo, weapons officer.

Are we alone in the hotel?

No, but a sympathizer runs the
place and has promised us rooms.

From 02. Still too far away.
Can't hear what's being said. Come.

- Anyone have any suggestions?
- We'll go in a little gently.

I have an uneasy feeling
about the "hardware".

- You know what kind of hotel this is, right?
- They rent rooms by the hour.

You're thinking of getting a room?
Fuck a little?

- Absolutely.
- Okay.

Do you see the old couple?
They're going into the hotel.

Is that your idea of old?

- Well, she's quite old.
- I wouldn't have anything against her.

Hello!

- We'd like a room.
- One night?

Yes, one night is fine.

- Here comes Hammar.
- Glad you could make it, Dan.

- You've got your hands on some stuff?
- That's right.

- Hammar went straight to the garage.
- To all: prepare to move.

We must find weapons first.

- Hello, excuse me.
- Yeah?

The garage is closed today, so...
Take room 203. The stairs are here or...

- Great! Can we have two keys?
- Didn't you hear? The garage is closed!

Police. Sit down.
Give me your cell phone. Give me the phone!

Where are the surveillance cameras?

- Where are the surveillance cameras?
- They're broken.

Now, sit there and shut up.
Otherwise, people will die.

So, are they in the truck?
- Corporal Antonsson, scan them.

What's this?
- Why are you doing this?

- We're sweeping the place. And all of you.
- They're sweeping.

- Are you looking for microphones?
- I want to be on the safe side.

It's strange that the cops found
us so quickly in G�rdsten. Isn't it?

The belt.

Valter?

- What the hell!
Yeah?

What?
- Take care of it, now.

- What?
- Take off his belt. It's your guy.

Conny.

- They threatened to kill me.
- Who threatened?

The police!

I have a muffled signal,
as if the earpiece is falling out.

Valter, stay calm. Focus.

Are you near the exit.

I had no choice.

It was crazy. The cop threatened me,
put his thumb in his ear and danced.

What the hell are you talking about, Valter?
Have you lost your fucking mind?

Shut up now, Valter!

Have you completely lost it?

- A microphone?
- GPS.

I told you. We've had the cops
on us the whole time.

That's the reason for it.

They might be out there right now.
We don't know.

But they haven't hit us yet, so
maybe they're not here. We just know...

the clock is ticking,
that's how it feels.

Fucking rat!

This is your problem.

- What?
- You solve it yourself.

Fix it! Do you hear?
Don't you understand Swedish?

We move.

Valter, if you hear me,
cough or something.

Yes, yes. What did you say?

I'll ask again,
from the beginning.

Are the guns in the truck?

- Yes.
- Good. Show me.

Dan, you're going to give me the guns
for free, for all the shit that's happened.

Then we'll finish the war.

- I had no choice.
- Shut up!

Hey, what the hell is going on?

Air rifles.

Are there airguns in all the boxes?
No, uniforms and banners too.

A scout camp then?
Where are the real weapons?

Dan? What's happening?
What is going on?

We need to clear up a few things?
I'll begin. Correct me if I'm wrong.

The reason we... or Felix
went in with you on this is...

that you had weapons. AK5s you stole
from the Crown armoury.

Right?

Harald, you were involved in the theft
and have even done time for it.

Therefore, we went along
with this lousy setup.

- Right, Felix?
Yeah, exactly.

We weren't looking for
community fellowship, right?

Sit around the campfire, sing
racist chants and wave flags.

- We practice with air rifles. Although...
- Shut your damn mouth!... Dan.

In jail, you said that you had
over 100 men. Where are the others?

Where are all the weapons?

Bullshitted me?
Huh? Didn't you? Didn't you?

No one bullshits us.

You said you could be trusted.

Have you finished squawking now?

- Have we done talking?
- Well, That depends...

Good. Harald, fetch the stuff.

Some of our comrades
have been arrested by the police.

Others don't measure up to real-life
situations, and they won't be coming.

We can work around this unique
situation. But don't fucking talk...

shit about the comrades
who are here and ready!

They brought practice stuff.
It was a misunderstanding.

- Can we continue now?
- Let's go. It's okay.

Let's see here... AK5's.
Eight to begin with.

Rifle scope, night vision.
700 rounds a minute.

And Bofors masterpiece:
AK5C with M203 grenade launcher.

Suitable enough?

They have eight fully equipped AK5s in
the Saab. One with a grenade launcher.

- Moving in, in 20 seconds.
- A green Dodge Charger has just pulled up.

It matches the description
of the car from Slottsskogen.

Jim, the guys are here now.

Three black guys getting out.
One stuffing a gun in his rear waistband.

Now we're talking.
This is what we came for.

Too bad it took so fucking long.

Traitor!

There's no one here but us, right?

Dan, I know you don't feel good about this,
but damn it, you went a bit too far.

- Go, go, go.
- Valter, can you hear me?

Felix. Look at me.

You take these fucking nuts out in the boat.
And you make sure they disappear.

Police! Drop your weapons!
Put your hands over your heads!

Victor, grab the guns!

Let's get out of here!

- Here's the rest of the gang.
- Get out and talk to them.

Niklas, Vidar, here we go.

Spread out on all floors and down
in the basement, and find the pigs.

Police!
Down on the ground! Down! Down! Down!

Face down! Down! Lie down!

Vidar! Watch the garage entrance.

Anyone who moves, dies!

Where the hell is SWAT?

Police! Lie down!
Lie down, I said!

No, no, no!

Down! Down, down, down!
Drop your weapons! Down!

Stay!

Drive, damn it!

Police! Show your hands!
Stay in the car! Show your hands.

- Are you okay?
What the hell do you think?

- You took care of your shit back there.
- Absolutely.

We take care of our shit.

Let's go.

Felix!

We've rounded up most of them.

Fucking Zionist slaves.

It's probably the first time the police
commissioner has come to a scene.

Legion Gothia is crushed.
Zabangida's gang is crushed.

Rydell's gang is decimated.
Good. We haven't met before.

- The deceased is one of the Nazis, huh?
- Yes, Valter Svensson, 23 years old.

Let him be.
Forensics will want to dig into him.

And I want
you who have been here in...

Yep. Now it's back inside
for you, Seth.

Six or seven years, I think.

Read the rules. It is not illegal
to escape from custody.

- Especially if you get shot at.
I ran in fear of my life.

And their "ability"
to protect me was zero.

Hey! What are you doing?

Seven years. That's what Hammar got for
the bank robbery, he went inside for in '97.

Why are talking this shit?

Forensics will compare
all the old evidence...

with the weapons and other
stuff we found in recent days.

And have yet to find. Then they'll look
in a ski mask from the robbery in '97...

and find this hair shaft.

Maybe.

This is fucking nonsense.

You don't think we can
set you up for this?

But...

If... you cooperate, there will only be
a few months left of your sentence.

Anything you help me with
will benefit you as well.

What do you say?

- Hi, Johan.
- Where's your Mother?

- She's working.
- This late?

Apparently it was a rush job.
Bye now.

Yes?
- Stop that, Ola!

- Now we're in France.
- I just wanted to say we're on our way.

And I wanted to thank you.

I'm really happy about your decision.
Yeah, me too.

Knock it off!
We don't throw balls indoors!

- What's going on?
- I promised to play ball with him.

What happened?
How did it go with Seth?

He's back in jail, but he'll
be out in a few weeks and then...

And with the whole conflict?
It's over.

You heard what Seth said.

Frank must pay.
Damn, he's going to pay.

Let's hope all goes well.
For you, anyway. So...

take care.
Yeah, you too.

Okay, Zlatan...

Shall we?

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