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Our inmate who was in a coma died last night.

Give this to Benji. I have to break up with him.

Calm down, Mie. I'm trying to talk to you.

Which inmate gets special privileges?

This rat is a personal matter. Find him.

I'll keep singing if you keep your end of the deal.

The inmates will retaliate.

You lock me up, tear my cell apart, look up my ass and tell me to cough.

And you're one of the four, Henrik. Fuck off!

Who can't we trust?

You can start by trusting me.

- Do you feel it? It's too peaceful. - They're strangely well-behaved.

240 inmates have agreed that we dragged Ghaleeb into the basement.

Peace is nice. Let's go get some coffee.

You're amused? Well, thank Henrik and his cronies for that coffee.

Thanks for jack shit.

PRISONER

fucking take you out tomorrow!

Hey, Sammi.

- Benji, what's up? She didn't reply to my Letter.

Something strange's going on.

Is she seeing some asshole?

If she's seeing someone else, I swear...!

Do you know something?

- Try to calm down. - I'm calm, man.

I'm gonna take out that jackass. Do you hear?

I'm gonna take him out.

- Settle down. I'm completely calm.

Sammi, goddammit.

It's not you, is it?

Just tell me...

Tell me it isn't you.

- Come and sit down. - Nobody else can have her.

Come and sit down.

Easy now.

It's not me. Okay?

So there is someone else?

Is that what you're saying?

Are you gonna speak or...?

About Benji's parole...

Don't let him have it.

Come again?

He's unstable.

He threatened to waste someone on the outside. He's too dangerous.

Unless we give him his parole, he'll end our collaboration.

Hi, Kjeld.

Sammi, we'll promise him. He'll be out in three weeks.

That'll keep him singing until the House's fate has been decided.

Peace will have settled on him and the sections.

It's boiling over in here.

Ghaleeb's death..

We really need fair warning if something's brewing.

What if we give premature parole to an inmate -

- who then goes out and fucks something up? I know him.

I'm running him, and I'm telling you he's too dangerous.

The parole hearing is set. Canceling it will seem strange.

I have to go through with it.

Don't Let him out.

The autopsy report on Ghaleeb is in.

They already knew about his hypertension.

They also found he had left ventricular hypertrophy from excessive steroid use -

- so the police have dropped the case. They won't press charges.

We don't have to talk to the police? - No interrogation.

- No red tape? - The case is dropped.

Okay?

So, I'll pass it on to the inmates' spokesmen.

Fingers crossed it'll pacify them to hear it was natural causes.

Fingers crossed? Well, fingers crossed the inmates will buy it.

Come on, John.

There's a natural explanation, and I'm relying on that. You should too.

Alright? Are you okay

Right. Look over your shoulders.

Look out for each other.

- Alright. - You're not going to prison after all.

Don't drop the soap, okay?

Idiot.

- You wouldn't Last two minutes, John. - Probably not.

- What's up? - Evening.

Come in.

Do you greet all your guests with that shiny bat?

Oh, that.

Take off your jacket and let me show you around. This is a first for me.

I hope it isn't too much. I don't usually invite myself over.

- Oh, you don't? But you did today. - Yes.

Well, that...

Have you told her that it's a man you're seeing?

No.

I haven't talked to her.

She doesn't know very much.

Let's have a glass of wine.

Come a little closer.

Yes, like that.

Easy.

Gustav!

Oh fuck.

Oh fuck.

Okay, what the fuck am I gonna do?

- What the fuck am I gonna do? - Take it easy.

He'll come around.

Not anytime soon, pal.

- He had to know sooner or later. - Yeah, but not like this.

You have to go.

Here you go. I don't know where your things are.

- Get a move on. You have to go. - I'm going.

- Go away. - Just...

I can't be with you. I can't do this. I can't.

- What do you mean? - I can't talk to you or see you...

- I can't see you right now. Get out! - Don't touch me like that.

Take your fucking things and go!

- Don't fucking touch me! - Damn! What the fuck?

Get lost!

Think this is a fucking joke, huh?

- Stop! You fuck!

Fucking fag!

Fucking little dog

Where the fuck is your fucking bat, you fucking Little fag?

Dragging me through your fucking shit!

- Hi. - Hi.

What happened?

It all happened so fast. It was...

They wore masks. There were two of them.

Suddenly I was floored.

Gustav is happy you survived.

And so am I.

I don't want to hear about her.

Her age or what you've been doing...

No more badminton.

- Is that Gustav coughing out there? - Yeah, he's sick.

I’ll ask them when you can come home.

Come on in.

- Go sit with him. I'll get coffee. - Hi there, buddy.

Good day, bad day?

Pretty crappy day.

I didn't tell Mom.

- And I won't. - Hi... He's okay.

All things considered. It's Judo.

- What the hell? Hi. - Hi.

Hi, Judo... Say again?

You look a mess.

Just calling from the House to wish you a speedy recovery.

Thanks. Nice of you.

Two painkillers and a Pop-Tart, and you're good as new.

- And his family? - They were out.

They wore masks and had bats and shit.

Did he see who they were? - No. Not a thing.

Does he think it was payback for Ghaleeb?

Could be. Why does it always happen to the good people?

- Fuck it. - It's no surprise.

What the fuck do you mean, no surprise?

- Good people? You know what I mean. - No, I don't, Collie.

When you walk through that door, we stand united in here.

- Who's in for the next beating? - We're all in shock. Calm down.

Intensive Care says he's doing well all things considered.

We're tightening security for all of you. Especially you, Sille.

And John and Sammi too.

Never alone with the inmates, always two when moving them.

Two when you enter the cell and two... more or less always.

We have a house to take care of. Back to work.

Remember your teammates, Collie.

Say what?

- Take care. - You too.

- 4-1. Wait for the final score. - Sit down and eat.

John, give me the keys to the hole.

Did you hear what happened to Henrik? And at his home.

Thanks.

- I was called up here. - Gert's new rule.

I must have an adult with me at all times.

I'm escorting Benji to his parole hearing.

- Why so soon? - He must've been on his best behavior.

Now they're giving him a medal and early parole.

- Isn't it a year early? - That's life in the fast lane for ya.

Come along.

Yes, here we are. Come in.

- Want a thank-you card? - I'll wait.

- I'LL call you. - Everyone’s in the yard. It's fine.

- What's up, John? - Nothing. Go ahead.

On the X.

- Well? - It's happening.

I made time fly.

Fingers crossed.

Come in.

To the workshop or do you need to recover in your cell?

Your cell. Come along.

- Johnny Boy? - Yes, sir.

- Coming to visitor's? - No way.

Oh yes, you're on duty here. Come on, I can't be alone here.

- I'll take him back to A2. - Cool.

Up against the wall, Benji. - I'm on my way.

Come.

What the fuck's he up to?

- Hey, Benji. - I'm gonna fuck him up.

Up against the wall. - We had a deal.

- I'm gonna go apeshit. - Oh no, you're not.

- Fuck you all! - Benji, you have to calm down.

- You don't give a fucking shit! - Benji...

- I'm gonna kill him! - Listen to me.

Breathe and calm down.

Screw them all.

- Benji, watch your mouth. - Fuck you!

Let's take a breather in the hole. Nice and easy.

Collie, help me with him.

Keep walking.

Go in and settle down.

- Take a deep breath. - I'm breathing, man.

Sit down.

You need to settle down. There you go.

Breathe.

There.

Give me five minutes.

Miriam.

- Are you sure? - Yes, it's fine.

I’ll be right down here. With the keys.

Is your head spinning

Try to steady your mind.

That's it.

I made a deal with Sammi.

A deal? What kind of deal?

You were gonna give me parole -

- because I've told you everything and done everything you asked me to.

I don't know what we've asked you to do.

Benji?

- What do you mean? - I can't sleep at night.

Benji, what did we ask you to do?

- I told you things. - What things?

About the Hulk and Panik and everybody.

Can I have my phone call? - Let's focus here.

They all think I'm a fucking asshole.

But I wasn't.

How many know about this?

I trusted him.

Hey, look at me.

How many have you told about this?

Nobody.

Sammi and maybe the unit director.

She must know.

It's okay.

I'll talk to her and she'll work something out.

It's going to be okay.

I should've sent more letters.

You'd better get to it, then.

Yes.

Thank you.

- Finished? - Yes.

Yes? Miriam?

What's up? What?

Benji is blabbing about what he's done in here.

I put him in the hole, but get him out of the House. He's gone off the rails.

What has he done in here?

Benji, your informant.

- How do you know? - You denied him parole. He blabbed.

- We did it... - What?

Well, we had to, so we did.

Protect him. Keep him in the hole. - Of course. Of course.

We'll get him into a maximum security prison or place him with the pedophiles.

And when he's released, he'd better change his name.

Miriam, thanks.

You're welcome.

Hello. Who is it?

Talk to me.

Benji. He's in A2.

Good. Goodbye, Miriam.

Cut it out!

- Stay home. I'm off work. - I'm on the night shift.

Is he freaking out over my letter?

No.

Has he got someone to talk to?

A shrink?

He used to talk to the imam, but got tired of it.

So you're all he's got?

Good thing you're so talkative.

Oh, you talk so much. I can't stand it!

- Sleep tight. - Go to bed, boys.

- SilLe, can you guess why I'm here? - Yes.

- Wow, Looks tough. Sleep tight. - Just a couple of hours.

It's always just a couple of hours and always me.

Jose and Joy are upstairs, and Henrik isn't here.

Going for a run? Good night.

Please...

That was a yes.

Hansen here. Assault in A2!

- I warned you. - Don't do it! Stay away from her, Hulk!

- Don't touch her! - I warned you, Gert.

- Go away. - Fucking bitch

- Go away, Hulk! - Let everyone out!

- Come, Sille! - Come on out!

Go, go, go!

- Red Section. - Hulk, got Blue under control?

- We're taking over the House. - Yes! That'Ll teach them!

Come on, guys!

Do as I say

Get out, fucking pussy!

Get out! Get out!

Pussy

If you're not with us, you're finished! Don't pussy out on us now!

Get it? Either you're with us or you're dead meat, fucking pussy!

Got it? Got it?

- Open the fucking rat's door! - Open the little pussy's door.

Get him out!

- They fucking moved him! - Where the fuck is he?

- He's in the hole! - Find her.

The joys of being pregnant.

See you.

Right, this is going to hurt a little.

Do you hear me, Gert? Give us the four.

We're taking down the House and it's all your fault!

- What's going on? - They've taken over, stolen the keys.

Have they got keys for the hole? - I don't know.

Who's Laughing now, huh?

- Let me in. - We're locking down.

We're going to the basement.

We're in fucking control now!

Put on your gear, hurry! Go, go, go!

They taught us this at the academy. Get a move on.

Collie, have you got the keys for the hole? Do they have them?

No, they're in the key box.

- Collie, the fuck?! - Coming!

- Benji's in the hole. - What about Benji?

'll get to the key box and get him out back. Keep them away from the hole.

- They'll kill him. - Helmet!

Block the door to the hole. They'll kill him!

- Miriam, get your gear on! - Yes.

- Don't let them into the hole! There goes the light. Flashlights!

Big boys first. Let's go

Go, go, go

Esben.

Is there anyone in A2?

Are they there?

Find Miriam. She knows where Benji is.

Little brother, place two men at the back stairs and don't let anyone up.

The rest of you, wreak havoc in Central. Find Miriam.

Search all the rooms.

What?

- Search the ones down there. - Nobody here.

Search all the cells!

There's someone in here.

Get out here! What are you doing in here?

- Get out! - Look at me.

- Have you seen Miriam, you little rat? - Get out here!

Don't, don't! Now!

Miriam! Stay on this side.

Miriam! Stay on this side!

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

- Just tell me where he is. - I don't know.

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

I'm gonna find out, so where is he?

They moved him.

He's not here.

Where is Benji

318.

Benji, it's just me.

Don't be afraid.

Benji?

No, Benji!

Hold him!

Come on!

Down! Put him on the floor!

Come on, Benji

Come on...

Benjamin, come on, goddammit!

Think you're fucking tough now?

- Stop that! - Fucking come and make me

Calm down! Now!

Stand tall!

Get that fucking light out of my face!

Stop it, fucking Danes!

- There's someone in here. - Come out.

Helge, come out. Get up.

On your feet. You can do it, come on.

Let's go.

Move forward.

I didn't give them his name until he was locked up and safe.

What?

What did you say?

You gave them Benji's name?

I couldn't tell them no.

You said I could trust you.

I'll tell the police.

I never should've sent that letter.

It was too harsh.

It's my fault.

It's my fault.

I used him.

He gave me something, I gave him something.

We traded, knew that if you left him

- he'd go fucking insane.

I needed him just a little longer.

So I didn't give him the letter.

What are you telling me?

I used him as an informant.

Fucking psycho!

Fucking psycho!

You're sick!

I know it's tough, but please give us the last details.

Well, one of my guards was bleeding to death.

I had to tend to her.

Otherwise I'd have held back the guards and awaited the police tactical unit.

It was...

- Okay. - Thank you.

- That's all? - Yes.

Gather this is your Last day in the House?

Yes. Thanks for having us. It turned out a little more dramatic than expected.

I'll say.

You have work to do now.

You have a recommendation to draft and a prison to shut down.

- Indeed. - I have a secret I'd like to share.

You know all about the government's new Gang and Violence Package.

The new bill.

Zero tolerance and harder penalties and all that.

It doesn't work.

The gang packages don't have anything to do with crime, inmates -

- penalty and justice, do they?

No, they're all about promoting tough, resourceful politicians.

It doesn't work. What works is all the boring stuff.

Preventive measures, resocialization, more guards, so we can do more -

- than look up their ass, piss-test them and lock them up.

So congratulations to all the tough politicians. The House always wins.

And everyone else loses.

Thank you for your time. Turn off your fucking camera.

Right.

- Hi, darling. - Hi.

Oh, it's like that, is it?

Yes.

Wow.

It reminds me of our trip from Florence to Vienna in the sleeper car.

- Remember? - Yes.

Martin thought that was the highlight of the vacation.

How old was he? Six, no, seven.

Martin?

Who is...

Not "who", darling. Martin.

Yes...

Right.

Yes.

Vienna, right.

- Come on. Dad, come join us.

- Who am I up against? - Mom.

- I beat her five times. - No!

We became world-famous because of the prison riot -

- and it also made the politicians pass the bill on harder penalties.

Same old, same old, and that of course means -

- we’ll see a shortage of cells -

so the plans to shut down the House have been shelved.

The House remains.

Who's gonna guard all the new inmates? - Excellent question, John.

The Prison Service writes -

that due to staff shortage and tightened laws -

- we can now keep inmates in cells for 23 hours with one hour of yard time.

What a blast.

But not a blast that I'll be a part of. I can't and I won't.

I'm resigning.

I'm passing the House on to new capacities.

Sammi will take over Melvang's office, and Sille is your new unit director.

Take care and take good care of the House.

The day shift is 6 a.m. to 2 p.m.

The afternoon shift 2 p.m. to 10 p.m. The night shift 10 p.m. to 6 a.m.

The odd shifts are whenever the phone rings, so turn it off.

For sure.

You've earned it. Go ahead and say yes.

Don't start bawling, now.

It's all yours.

- You have an hour. - Thank you.

- Hi. - Hi.

- Hi. - Hi. Who have we got here?

It's Granny. You know Granny.

- Hi, Asger. - Hi, Mom.

Yes, hello there.

- Would you like to sit down? - Yes, please.

- I can fix coffee. - No, go ahead and sit down, Asger.

- Don't get it too close to him. - I'll put it over here. Yours too.

- How much... - Just a little cup.

- That's fine. - There.

Asger got his job back with my stepdad.

He's going to pay for a truck license for me because he needs drivers.

- I have a trial run on Monday. - So soon?

- Can I hold him? - Sure.

Hi there.

I'm going on a trip with the most experienced driver.

I won’t be behind the wheel, but I'll be riding shotgun to Germany.

Up you go.

Up you go!

I need assistance in the workshop.

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