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You've all heard about the fancy new prison in Falster, right?

Welcome. I'm Gertrud, but everyone calls me Gert.

As a result of this, the Prison Service intends to shut down an old prison.

- Say hi to Sammi. The new guard. - Welcome, Sammi.

Articles like this will be our downfall.

We need someone to tell us who hides what where. Hash, cell phones, cash.

You know what they do to snitches here, don't you?

We're clamping down on them the next three months.

- Fucking bitch! - Shut up, Nicki!

This is serious.

Nikki got a beating. But he had it coming.

It's an eye for an eye when he attacks one of us. Melvang is still on sick leave.

Fuck Nikki.

Fill me in on the rumors.

What rumors?

Some campaign, zero tolerance.

Oh, that. It's management.

They want us to clamp down on you the next three months.

Otherwise they may close the prison and move us all to Falster.

Plenty of searches and shakedowns and all that shit.

I'd advise you to target the Hulk and not us.

- Unless you want trouble, that is. - Okay.

Then keep your guys in check.

No more trouble in your section.

Bingo.

PRISONER

This is the central section. Four wings, A, B, C and D.

1 down there, 2 in the middle and 3 above.

At the very top, the gangs are isolated to protect the general population.

Up there is B3, maximum security.

B2 houses the deportees, and A1 is our therapeutic community

- for weak prisoners and inmates wishing to become drug-free.

- Aka the "trash can"? - Not to my knowledge.

Most other sections are for the gen pop.

Your fancy campaign calls for shakedowns, right?

Henrik is a veteran here. Johannes and Emma are the consultants.

They'll be with us over the next months. - Swell.

Please proceed to the yard with Anders, and I'll be right with you.

I know where to search.

As long as you come up with something.

Okay? Have fun.

- Any luck? - Nope. Nada.

Cell 42 is clean.

Cell 44, nothing.

- Any luck in here? - So far it's clean.

- Found something in no. 55. - There we go.

2 grams of hash, 380 kroner, Rohypnol, a bong -

- and a toothbrush shank.

Henrik sure hit the jackpot there.

Maybe he ought to shake down Panik's section.

Miriam... let's not rock the boat the next couple of months, okay?

Meaning?

Meaning we must appear as a unit and tell the consultants what they want to hear.

So you're telling me to shut up and let Henrik and his cronies run their own show.

No, I’m telling you that Henrik is in charge of shakedowns. Okay?

- I'd like to put in some extra time. - Yes?

- I'll put you on wiretap duty. - Thanks.

I don't make the rules. If you withdraw the money now, you'll be heavily taxed.

Well, I still want the money transferred to my account now. Is that possible?

- Yes, but I advise against it. - Thank you.

- Can I ask you... - Step back.

- Don't talk to me alone. - Why not?

Patsy

- What? - Come here.

You're new, and they don't know you. If you talk to a guard alone -

they may think you're a snitch.

I already paid them.

- Had to check your hair first? - Nice, huh?

I want you to hear this.

- I want to talk to the chaplain. - Go to the guard cage.

Patsy will go with you. Submit a request, get a receipt

- and we'll let you know when you get an appointment.

Come on.

- Are you deaf? - No.

You gotta meet the guys.

What's up? Are you the piggy bank?

- Nah... - New shoes? Nice!

Alright, keep going! Keep going.

- Samir... Welcome. - Thanks.

- Got a light? - No, I don't smoke.

I heard about your meagre pay.

They're screwing you over.

It's easy to make a little on the side if you're interested.

Have you recruited others?

Not at the moment, I'm afraid.

I'm obliged to report this conversation. You do know that?

What conversation?

What's up? The kebabs are in a jolly mood.

- What did you call them? - The kebabs.

Pakis, ragheads, sand rats, desert rats.

Calm the fuck down. It's just Danish humor. Taking the piss.

- I don't think it's funny. Are they your friends? Cousins?

I don't even know what kind of prison guard you are.

You may be wearing the shirt and the tie -

but I don't know if you're one of us. Like really one of us.

We'll find out soon enough.

Cell call 46, Blue Section.

Benji again. With a headache.

- What's up? - My brain is exploding.

Have you got something for me?

- Pain killers? - You can only have two.

Haven't you got anything stronger?

- Did you read my file? - Yes.

So you know I've been in the psych ward. My girl saw me through.

I owe her to get out of this shit.

Kinda like you.

You turned your life around.

I'm locked up in here and I can't help her.

- Why does she need help? - She's couch surfing at a friend's.

When her friend's boyfriend moves in, she's gotta go.

I'm just cooped up in here. I can't be there for her.

We already talked about what would benefit your probation.

When it comes to confiscations, your rate is much lower than the other prisons.

Your last cell search only produced 2 grams of hash and a toothbrush.

Is that because your inmates don't have contraband, or don't you find it?

Again, we're understaffed which limits how many searches we can perform.

- Thank you. - We'll be in touch.

Yes, Gert?

2 grams of hash and a toothbrush don't hack it. Be more thorough.

We'll get a riot if we shake down Panik's section. You don't need that right now.

We can do a shock search of Blue Section now.

But I'm sending the tie club down into the yard. They're useless to me.

Copy.

Get out of your cages! Get out of your cages!

- Get out! On your feet. - Get out.

Abdul! Get out.

Hands down by your sides! Hands down!

- I'm sick of this. - Hurry up, boys.

Got anything in your cell, Ghaleeb? Will I find something?

- Go ahead and take a look. Why did it take you so long to leave?

- I was fucking asleep. - Asleep?

- I'll take this. - Yeah, search Ghaleeb's.

- Hands where I can see them. - Hands to the sides.

Proceed to the yard.

Fucking ape!

Thanks.

I'll take that.

Is that it?

Okay...

Let the cattle back

What's up?

Your cell was searched by P01832 and P04116.

Contraband was confiscated. Here's your receipt. What's going on?

What the fuck's going on with you? - Relax.

- Don't tell me to relax! - Relax, will you?

- Stepping on my wife and daughter! - So stop stepping on them!

- You stepped on them, I didn't! - You have lots of time to clean up.

- Relax. - Fucking faggot.

- What was that? - I said...

- Relax! - I'll fucking waste you!

- Get him up! - Get out of here!

- I'm gonna destroy you. - Fucking pig!

- Look what you did to me! - Shut the fuck up.

Fucking pig!

Let go. I've got legs. I can walk.

Have you calmed down?

- Has the nurse attended you? - Yes.

- What happened? - What happened?

I slipped.

You have the right to a companion with whom you can discuss your case alone.

You have the right to a copy of the interview and to not approve

Your cell search produced illegal substances and six joints.

Do you own up to this?

- I need you to say yes, Ghaleeb. - Yes.

You already have three days of disciplinary cell for foul language.

You get another three for illegal drugs -

- and another three for assaulting a prison guard.

- We'll also report it to the police. - Copy.

See you in nine days. You have one minute starting now.

- Okay! - Have fun.

Hi, honey.

Why is the stove hood on?

Torsten... Where are the cigarettes?

Torsten, you can't smoke.

You must use your head, do crosswords, talk backwards, speak German!

- This only makes it worse. - Stop. Stop it, do you hear?

Ow, that hurts!

This is your stop, Tommy.

Tommy? Tommy, Tommy ..

Great, Tommy.

Could Tommy take off his clothes?

Could Tommy speed it up?

Yes.

Could Tommy spin around? And squat.

Cough, please. Thank you.

Spin back around. Arms up.

Arms up, both of them.

Thank you.

Open your mouth.

Great, Tommy.

Bend over and shake your hair. Let's see if Tommy's got something in his hair.

Right, well done.

Tommy can get his clothes back now.

Here you go. Welcome to the big house, Tommy.

Take it from here, Henrik? - Yes.

Sure I will.

- What? - Go for a drink with you.

- Okay. - Good.

- I'll do a round. Keep your ears open? - Yes.

Wanna join us for dinner? It's better than your usual chow.

What's up?

- You bought oysters? - Yes.

But we're a Little fucked.

How much should the thermometer show if we want it medium rare?

- Is it a filet mignon? - Fuck if I know. We want it medium rare.

Preheat the oven to 200 C. The thermometer should show 60 C.

I want my medication.

- Yes? - Give me the darts.

- Please give me the darts. - Please give me the darts.

Please move. Thank you.

I have a question. What the fuck are you up to?

- We're running a prison. - You're taking our section apart.

Two minutes later you're at it again. - Well, it's part of the job.

- Are you just as busy in Panik's section? - Have a cookie, crybaby.

Have two.

You wrote tennis "bull". That's your report on the tennis ball?

What the fuck kind of spelling is that? - I'm dyslexic.

You sure shook down the Hulk a few times, huh?

Now he owes Bahgat and the others at the top. Not good.

The rest of us pay to use the kitchen and the showers. The extortion is escalating.

But thanks for spreading the love.

Your girlfriend... She can stay in my spare room.

I don't want my girlfriend Living with you!

- What's the rent? - It's free.

Yeah right!

Do you take me for an idiot?

Everything you know about Panik.

We're only searching the Hulk's section, but I wanna nail Panik as well.

- How long must I be your bitch? - Three months. No, two and a half.

She's first on my contact List.

Ariana.

Hello.

Sorry. It dragged out in solitary. I don't think we've met.

- Sammi. - Fawas.

Sammi doesn't believe in anything.

No? It's never too late to find your faith.

- Let's go. Are you smoking? - Yeah, now and then.

You’ll ruin the wall that way. That's better.

- Head lice? - No, it's just a fade.

- A fade. - Henrik.

- Come here. - Want a fade?

No.

- Come in here. - What did you say?

Come in or I'll make a fool out of you in front of the others.

- You'll make a fool out of me? - What's up with the shakedowns?

- Oh, don't you start. - You ruin our stuff. Fix my remote.

- Or pay for a new one. - Relax. I'll fix it.

Hulk, for fuck's sake. Put some batteries in it.

Oh fuck, man

- Get back in your cells. - Help! My fucking cheek!

- Step back, everyone. - Get in your cells.

Fucking hell! Take it easy.

- Get it out! - Relax, it's nothing.

- Fuck! - Take it easy.

- He popped up, and he got it. - What do you mean?

- He popped up. It was an accident, right? - Yeah, an accident.

- Shit happens. - It was an accident. Great.

There's been a dart accident.

Get in. You too, get in.

Get in, all of you.

Get in!

- Hi. Ariana. - Right, the room. Come in.

Down there.

Scummy neighborhood, huh?

You have pets?

It's a bird.

Oh, okay.

- Got anything against birds? - Nah, I don't give a shit about birds.

I'll move the boxes and the rack.

- There's a washer-dryer. - Okay.

You don't want any rent?

No, Benji and I go way back.

You must go way way back, then.

- You're a prison guard? - Yes.

You've removed all your doors.

- What do you do? - All kinds of stuff.

- Would you like coffee or anything? - No thanks.

I guess I'll take the room.

- It would be nice with a door, though. - Yes.

I'll find out when I can get my shit.

See you.

- Tina? - I'm coming.

- I don't want any coffee. - Hi, Miriam.

Hi.

- Nice to meet you. - You, too.

- We're missing cream. - Oh, right.

- Have a seat. - Thanks.

You can feel my belly if you want.

I can tell. That's fine.

I'm due in about three months.

Here's the cream.

Just half a cup. That's fine.

We met in NA.

Yes, Asger told me.

Tina was never on the needle.

We've been clean for two years, but the authorities are on our case.

The baby is fine, but they don't get that.

Your mom is pretty, Asger.

- Why hasn't he invited you over sooner? - It's fine, baby.

- I'll do what it takes to pay you back. - I just want this to be over.

- I'll watch it closely. - Watch it?

The guy who it's for is in Sweden right now.

Tell me who you borrowed money from and I'll pay him back.

- He's not really a pleasant guy. - I'm a prison guard. It's fine.

Yes.

- I'll go first. - Okay.

- Thanks for drinks. - You're welcome.

- See you. - Yes.

- He's waiting for you. - Thank you.

You know the drill. You had a visitor. Strip down.

Are you okay? - Yeah.

That was a brief visit.

- There wasn't much to say. - Here.

Hold off with that.

We'll just leave it at this.

Here you go.

Gustav!

What's going on with these books?

It was just a prank.

Can't you guys stop that? You're ruining the books.

Can I come along when you play badminton?

We're four grown guards playing.

You're not big enough.

- He has the morning off on Wednesdays. - Yes, but...

How about I book a court for us this Sunday?

- Just us. Wanna do that? - Yeah.

- Yes? - I gotta piss.

I got rules, okay?

I won't snitch on anyone I know or on anyone from my section.

- We'll stick with Panik. - He's on cloud nine right now.

- They ordered oysters yesterday. - I saw.

They won't like this.

Just go on.

Hey, sweetheart?

I'm at work. What do you need help with?

Where you are?

- Give me the keys to your bike. - Yes.

Don't bike out here anymore.

- Don't bike around at all! - But it's a far walk.

What are you doing here in the first place?

We needed some nice food for when he comes home.

- Who? - Martin.

A soldier needs to be spoiled when he's on leave.

Don't do this.

I'm not having it. Understood?

Just took your nose. See?

Right here.

- Do you want it back? - No.

Gert, do you have a moment? - Yes.

I got something on Panik and his business.

I know of two cells with phones and two others where they keep hash.

They keep a stash in the wood shop and I know who's handling the cash.

But the shakedown needs to look completely random.

Do you have a snitch?

We need to shake down other sections at the same time.

Yeah. I'll be in charge of that.

- This has to stay between us. - Thank you.

Sammi?

Being a snitch is dangerous. You know that, right?

Yes.

- Shakedown! - Hands up!

- Get going. You two. Hands out of pockets.

Move. Keep moving! - Move.

Get out of your cells!

- Go down that side. - Move. Keep moving!

Show me your hands.

Find in 018.

Here.

And here.

Find in 35.

Dammit!

Never stick your hands in places you can't see. They're clever.

If I were you, I wouldn't take the jerk-off roll. It's there for a reason.

Find in no. 7.

Yes.

Yes.

This is exactly what we need to shut up those consultants.

Sammi? This was good work.

Hello, hello.

We agreed you'd only clean up by the monkeys.

And we were in there twice, okay?

And now I'm in debt to the top floor.

What did you expect?

Hell, I don't know. That's not my problem.

- I gotta collect money from people. - We find what we find.

Get better at hiding your shit.

If you make a stink, we'll make a stink, too.

Remember that.

Have fun.

That shakedown paid off, huh?

Can you help me with this? - Yes. With what?

Just want to make sure I get the report right.

I'm guessing "cell surge" is "cell search"?

- Yup. Why don't you use spell check?

It still needs to know what I'm writing.

Right. Good point.

Something's up.

Close down the section

got you. I got you.

I'm untying you now.

Shit!

I'm untying you now.

There... there.

Sammi!

I'm with you.

Call the medics.

- Send assistance to Red Section! - You'll be okay.

- What about your wife? - I'm playing badminton.

What's the plan?

Show up we fuck you leave

- Hyldegaard Nursing Home. Rose speaking. - Hi. My name is Gertrud.

- I'm sorry to call this late. - No problem. How may I help?

My husband suffers from vascular dementia.

- He doesn't know I'm calling. - Yes... okay?

He's supposed to go into care. Until then I'm taking care of him at home -

- but I'm not sure what to do. It's a bit... You know...

What do I do?

It depends on the individual. We can handle all types of dementia.

We make sure they feet safe. We take it step by step.

What if he doesn't want to?

Tell him it's only for a week or two

- then they usually lose track of time and settle in. it usually goes smoothly.

- I need to deceive him? - Let me you send the application form.

Pay us a visit, view the room and discuss your concerns with us.

No, he's not that unwell.

Torsten, look at the board and the watch if you're in doubt.

And remember to turn off the stove if you fry any eggs.

- The coffee maker, too. - I'll turn them off.

9.30 BREAKFAST 10.00 GO FOR A WALK

10.00 WATCH TV

I'd like to see you taking your pills.

Come on, sweetie. They're the same as always.

The yellow ones are for cholesterol. The white ones are... anticoagulants.

Trouble with the thinker?

It’s Memantine. They're called Memantine.

A funny thing about the Anger Management course.

Your therapist is a redhead.

The word on the street is that redheads are feisty.

- Does it help you? - Yes, it does.

Well, that's great. Wonderful.

Fuck, no.

Why wasn't I told about this? What are you laughing about?

Maybe you wanna join next time? I'll save you a seat.

Nah, I'm not gonna...

Don't be cheeky. Let's go.

I've got other things to do than running around down here.

We know you know. Tell me.

- I don't know shit. - Yes, you do. We're gonna find out.

- You called? - - I gotta go.

It's my lady's birthday. Escorted leave.

- It's been approved. - Listen.

That approval was revoked when we found hash in here.

What? Fuck you! That's not her fault.

- What do you want me to do? - She's turning 30!

- Have you fucking lost it? - Those are the rules.

Maybe you should go fuck yourself! - Easy! Watch your language!

Fuck you! Fuck you, man!

Back to your cells! We're locking down for 30 minutes.

We need shields in the Red Section. There's an inmate smashing up his cell.

Come on, boys! Come on! Come on, now!

- Don't hurt my little brother! - 30-minute lockdown!

Go to your cell, Panik!

Four shields are in the hallway now! Lie on the floor and calm down.

- We're entering! - Come on!

Come on!

Hi.

Khaled is back. The guy I owe the money.

Okay. Where is he?

- Sure you don't want me to do it? - Yes, I'm sure.

I've trusted you too many times. Where is he?

I think it's a bad idea.

Come on, Asger.

I'll send the address. - Fine. Bye.

I'm looking for Khaled. - He's waiting.

- I'm Khaled. Miriam. I'm paying off Asger's debt.

Can you hold her?

You love your child more than anything, but they fuck up your life.

You're Asger's mom?

- Yes. - You’re a prison guard.

We have people in your prison.

You can count it. It’s 100.000.

There's been way too much trouble with Asger.

I could have added another zero to the debt.

Could've taken a finger.

But I didn't.

So you still owe me, you and Asger.

But a prison guard can solve that problem 100 percent.

You'll have to make a trip with some goods.

Then your Asger is off the hook.

And you love your son more than anything, right?

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