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Interrogation of officer Brian Petersen, WRX-21-61-5 -

- regarding discharge of a firearm at Enghavevej, July 3rd, 2000.

Brian, could you walk us through the events of July 3rd?

What happened when you got to the address?

Lea! Where the hell is she?

- Check in there. - Lea! Goddammit.

- Jim! - On it. This is Jim from 9-84.

I need an ambulance, code 1.

A female junkie has been assaulted. 1 Enghavevej, third floor.

I'll stay here. She's pregnant...

Back stairs!

Dispatch! Pursuing on foot from Enghavevej courtyard.

Suspect's wearing a gray hoodie, armed with a knife.

Police!

Drop the knife! Drop the knife or I'll shoot!

- Smiley, I'm here. - Turn around.

That's when the suspect attacks me.

So you discharged your weapon?

Yes.

And your colleague, Niels Vejby...?

He only arrived after shots were fired.

The woman there, Lea Olsen. What did you know about her?

Only that she has 84-110 citations in C.R.

- Ever met before or been to her address? - Not that I recall.

You charged her for two bindles of heroin in 1999.

Your work number was saved in her phone under a smiley face.

- Isn't that you nickname? Smiley. - We often give out our number.

- You were never Lea Olsen's handler? - No.

You all refused to speak to us or the lead investigator.

- I didn't feel up to an interrogation. - I find that very regrettable.

- Why no warning shot? - No time.

- That seems unlikely. - And you're the expert on that?

28 use-of-force reports, 64 conduct complaints -

- countless reports of violence. You must hold a record.

Why don't we stick to the case at hand?

The suspect had a history of treatment orders.

- Might other means have been used? - Glenn wasn't some sob story.

Do you have any idea how many women he's...

- Brian, we're only doing our job. - And I was doing mine.

- Hello, I'm Lisa. - Hello.

Please come in.

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SNAKE KILLER

Are you hungry? I can make something for us......

You're sweet. I have to go.

The protesters are expected to gather in front of the parliament.

Uropatruljen, Denmarks' most controversial police unit -

- is being disbanded as an independent department after 35 years.

Uropatruljen has often been subject to criticism -

- for issues like its role in the 1993 riots in Nørrebro.

The disbandment follows many allegations of police violence -

- and misconduct related to the much criticized unit.

Last year a man was shot to death by a DP officer in a back alley.

The DA is conducting an investigation -

- but a charge against the officer is unlikely.

The DP will merge with the Order Police...

NO CRIMINAL CHARGES AGAINST POLICE OFFICER BRIAN PETERSEN.

Welcome home, Smiley. Have fun!

Smiley, goddammit! Good to see you!

... the fat chick in the wheelchair? Good-time Hanne?

She texted me yesterday to say she had a tip, so I went to meet her.

I asked what the tip was. She said she had trouble getting drugs.

So she asked if I could get her some if she blew me.

And you said yes!

- The first thing I asked myself... - Leave Hanne alone.

Listen up! Smiley, on behalf of the unit -

- we got you this to celebrate your acquittal.

I don't know about acquittal...

But also in recognition of your excellent police work.

So here you are, and welcome home!

- Should I open it? - Open it already!

Is it a cutting board?

- Look at this! - Robin Hood! Big bow, small arrow.

- Put that away. - It's just a joke!

- Calm down now. - It sends the wrong signal.

Come on, Henrik. He was just acquitted. Those guys were on his case for a year.

Management is watching us, as is the DA.

The Chief made it clear she doesn't want any more bad cases.

But we filed 250 charges last year.

It's not about the number of arrests, but our image.

Everything about our consolidation with Department A will be on the intranet.

- Please read it. - I hate that tech crap.

What kind of changes?

New initiatives aimed at increasing efficiency and transparency.

- All informants will now be registered. - You can't be serious.

- You can't expect us to... - Calm down, please.

- We'll lose their trust. - How can we do our jobs if...?

Each count will need its own file number which means more paperwork.

We'll roll back on street operations so our prosecutors can catch up.

Maybe I'm just a dumb cop, but are you saying we make too many cases?

No. Too many small cases. Each arrest is a strain on the system.

Vesterbro is drowning in hard drugs.

And management's solution is more file numbers and manipulated stats?

From now on, Department A will handle all major investigations.

They're desk jockeys with no clue about what goes on in the streets.

- Do we have to feed them cases? - It's a collaboration across divisions.

It's about keeping us in check and you know it.

Look, boys. I get your frustration.

But times are changing, and we need to adapt to survive.

Can't you keep that leg still?

Patrick Lauersen from Station Three. Louise Knudsen from the patrol squad.

They'll ride with you for their field training.

Louise is the division's first female officer -

- so let's give her an extra warm welcome. Questions?

Can you pass me the jam?

Funny, huh? Let's go.

Henrik. Henrik!

The executive team wants more diversity.

- Why? - To change the culture around here.

How can we trust someone who did push-ups on her knees at the PAT?

It's just a trial and a chance to show management you're adaptable.

Is that a buzzword from your leadership seminars?

- You're her FTO. - Henrik!

I need you to be a team player.

- A team player? - Yes.

- I've given this division everything. - Yes, you have.

And it would be sad to see you end your career at border control.

What's up, boys. Come to see how real cops work?

Yeah, I love to see middle-aged men scraping dime bags out of assholes.

Shut it, Lerche, you fashion faggot. This isn't a runway.

You look like a cross between Footlocker and a thrift, Cosmo.

It's my undercover gear, you bum!

- Hi. - Hi.

Looks like I'm riding with you today. Anything I can do?

- What's your name again? - Louise. Knudsen.

Rookie packs the car, storage's up on seventh.

- On it! - Other way! The elevator's busted.

- There's no storage on seventh floor. - Right.

The new guy looks like he's still sucking on his mom's tits.

He looks like a boy scout.

Boy scout, cover your ears. I need to speak with my colleagues.

- You'd better do as he says. - Hey, Smiley.

What the hell is going on? They're trying to shut us down.

We do their dirty work, and when the shit hits the fan, they pin it on us.

We need to send a message about who we are and what we can do.

Reach out to all your informants, turn up the heat, get the info we need.

If they think we only make small busts, they have another thing coming.

They can laugh at everyone else, but not at us.

Let's do this.

Wait!

Ready to go?

- Shouldn't we do something? - The blue shirts can handle that.

Vesterbro's a chronic nuisance.

Get your hair cut before a junkie gets his hands on it.

- You can use my trimmer. - Don't you use that on your balls?

No, I haven't been blown since the Germans invaded Poland.

- I had no issues on the patrol squad. - Well, it's here.

This is the office. From Central Station to Skelbækgade and Halmtorvet.

Scandinavia's largest drug scene on half a square mile.

600-800 people buy or sell drugs here every day. Istedgade is the main artery.

Most of our cases start here. If you wanna make a name for yourself -

- you have to know the clientele.

You'll be their social worker, priest, father, mother and best friend.

Win their trust and they'll be your eyes and ears. But you've got to want it.

We're the garbage collectors. We do the job other cops won't.

We're the only ones looking out for these people.

- We watch over the asses. - The asses?

Drug addicts, bums, hookers, people out on their asses.

But you arrest them too.

Yes, but we go after the traffickers. Those who exploit the misery of others.

The big fish?

Exactly.

TOURIST HOTEL

- What's good, Tonni? - Not much.

Get the fuck out of here!

- What's going on? - She stole my wallet.

- Only because he wouldn't pay! - I did pay. You took my wallet!

- That monkey was hiding under the bed! - Shut up!

We heard you. Go sit over there.

- Lea? - I didn't do anything.

Give him his wallet. Come on.

Fine. Jojo, give it to him.

- Is this it? - Yes, it is, hand it over. Thanks!

- There's 500 missing. - You got your wallet, now beat it.

Shut up or we'll arrest you.

- Don't you laugh at me! - That's enough!

You're charged with violation of the penal code, section 108.

Shut up, you fucking whore!

- Off you go. - You protect ragheads and Negros!

You have the right to remain silent.

- You too. Out. - It's okay, Jojo. I'll see you later.

Come on, get out.

- You're robbing people now? - I need to get money somehow.

Damn it, Lea.

What are you looking for? Lea! Hey!

Woah there.

Are you okay?

I don't feel so good.

Slow down there.

- There you go. - Thanks.

- Why are you at the Tourist Hotel? - It's just temporary.

I have to pay the night clerk double. Sometimes he comes in my room for sex.

But he mostly leaves me alone. It's worse for the foreign girls.

- They've dropped my shooting case. - About time.

You saved me from that psycho.

Remember, we didn't know each other. No one can know you're my informant.

Hey, look at this...

Isn't he adorable? Look at those cheeks.

- My mom doesn't want me seeing him. - She just wants you to get clean.

You two are totally in cahoots.

You told me you were looking for a big fish.

If I had one, what would that be worth?

- Who are we talking about? - The Viper.

The Viper doesn't exist. It's an urban legend among junkies.

Glenn worked for this Iranian guy, Kourosh, who worked for the Viper.

- Who told you that? - Glenn.

He talked too much when he was high.

Kourosh wanted us girls to deal for him.

- Did you? - No.

Glenn was a real piece of work, but this guy is a fucking psycho.

It's a sample from Kourosh. It's the Viper's.

Smiley, I need a place to live.

I can't get visitation with Oliver without my own place.

The municipality won't offer me housing. They say I'm not motivated to get clean.

I just want to be with Ollie.

- Okay. I can't promise anything. - Thank you.

But I'll need more to move forward with this.

The girls are still in touch with him.

Call and say you want to sell for him. Ask if you can meet.

This is a major case.

If it goes well, I can put you down for a reward and get you out of here.

You and Ollie.

Lea?

- Okay. - Good.

Don't sulk. You need to eat.

Boo!

Got you! Again and again!

- Baba, when are you getting up? - Now. I'll be right there.

- Are you hungry? - I'm all right, thanks.

- Mom, can I get gaz in my lunchbox? - I'm out of gaz .

- You can have sohan . - But I want gaz . Can't you get some?

You want me to get it now? You can have some later. Ask your dad.

I'll buy some gaz .

- Good morning, baba. - Good morning.

Look at that one. I'd let her piss in my morning coffee any day.

- Why are you so horned up today? - It's called a long-term relationship.

- You should try. - No thanks.

What do you think about the Viper-thing?

- It sounds too good to be true. - What if it's not?

The Viper is no big fish, he's a fucking whale.

That so many have tried to catch.

Department A went after him a year ago. Wiretaps, surveillance, all of it.

And what did it get them? Jack shit. It's a waste of time.

- Have you spoken to Niller? - Just briefly.

He's not picking up my calls.

Trouble at home. Wife wants him to switch divisions.

I think it's all been too much for him.

He didn't face any charges. What's he got to complain about?

He should be here, backing up his colleagues.

He's not tough enough for this. He's too soft.

Yeah... he probably is.

Dispatch, suspect down.

We need an ambulance, code 1. Beginning first aid. 9-84 over.

Fuck yeah!

Possible dealer, Danish male, about 5'11".

Look, there goes Holger.

Grey hoodie, red vest and white sneakers, Lauersen over.

Confirmed, drugs spotted.

We'll bust him on Istedgade.

It's too close to the informant. We'll follow him home when he's out.

Just tell us where the drugs are, Kevin.

The amount in the kitchen hood is already over the limit.

So why not do yourself a favor and tell us where they are?

- Do you have to make such a mess? - This is nothing. Just wait.

- Go check the hallway. - I already did.

Then check again.

Come on, Kevin. Think about your family.

Think about your future.

Look what I just found!

You fucking planted that shit!

Sit down.

We can bring your girlfriend in too. How about that?

Do you want her here with your kid or do we call social services?

Sure, whatever you say.

- It's in the back building. - And the drugs?

The bathroom, I think. He always goes in there.

- And the gun? - On top of a closet by his bike.

- Anything else I should know? - Yes.

- He's fucking huge. - All right.

Here.

I took something for the door. You can keep the rest.

That's my number. Maybe we can help each other out again.

This is Brian Petersen, VRX 21-6-15.

The patrol has been informed of a large amount of heroin on 10 Enghavevej.

Okay, thanks. All clear.

Shouldn't we wait for a warrant?

We're entering on probable cause. The magistrate's closed.

You didn't mention the gun.

Then ERT would just take over and ruin all our fun.

- Keep an eye on him until we're back. - Welcome to the real police.

Let him go!

On the ground! Now!

- Fucking hell! - Jeez...

Is everyone okay? Let's roll him over.

What the...

Guys, check this out.

That's what I call a pirate king!

- Would you look at this! - What's going on?

Just go back to sleep.

- I think we got off on the wrong foot. - Fuck you! I'm filing a complaint!

How much is this?

A hundred grams? With the ledger -

- the illegal weapons, assaulting an officer...

- I didn't know it was you. - That's five, six years. At least.

- You're in deep shit, Sonne. - Give me my fucking leg.

I found this in the trash. From the same supplier as this one.

It's a sample from a guy named Kourosh. He works for the Viper.

- Is he your supplier? - You're crazy.

Or I could let word get out that you're talking and see what happens.

You're Smiley, right? You're the one who shot Glenn.

What happened to that girl? Lea.

I test drove her when she was new.

I fucked her senseless. Afterwards she was passed around -

- strung out on all kinds of shit.

- Tell me about the Viper. - She couldn't walk for a week.

But she fucked like a dream after that. I guess I don't have to tell you.

Let go of me!

- Fucking pigs! - Shut up.

Let me out! Fuck you!

Do you need to hit the head before we leave for Vestre Prison?

Let's go.

Come on.

- Move it. - Chill out, man. I pay your salary.

Your record says you've spent six out of ten years as an adult in the pen -

- you owe the state 188,000 euro -

- and you've reported zero taxable income.

So how exactly are you paying my salary?

Fucking pig.

- Thank you. - Talk to you later.

If it isn't God's gift to law enforcement.

What's Denmark's top investigator doing on transport duty?

- You should deal with the Tourist Hotel. - Okay? How do you want us to do that?

You could question the girls instead of shelving the case.

You know they won't talk to us.

I heard they dropped the shooting case. Congrats.

How's Niller? Still on sick leave?

Where is my fucking leg, you fucking pigs?!

Where is his fucking leg?

- Think fast! - What are you doing, you bum?

Our one-legged friend wants to see a doctor.

Okay.

Give the medic's bag to Red and send him down with some aspirin.

That ought to shut him up.

What do we do about the boy scout?

Leave it to me.

We need to reward our CI's, or they'll get sick.

I'm out. Write up a report on Enghavevej.

It might be better if you...

- It's the rookies' job. - I don't know what to write.

"Suspect resisted arrest and sustained injuries due to necessary force."

- "They were informed of their rights." - Is that what happened?

- Do we have a problem, Patrick? - No.

I'll write it.

Turn it down, for Christ's sake! This is a workplace!

We just raided an apartment and made a huge seizure.

What did you do? Check fire doors at Strecker's?

You're a real tough guy, huh?

If you hurry, you can still make it to McKluuds before last call.

I want you to have my records when I die, Smiley.

Thanks, Holger. But no one listens to vinyl anymore.

- It's all CDs these days. - CDs...

Well, everything has its time.

For a job well done.

When did your clothes last see the inside of a washing machine?

Did Mama Birthe stop doing your laundry?

- Hello, sweetie. - Hi, Birthe.

How are you, dear?

- How do you feel? - I'm all right.

I'm glad things worked out with your job. What a mess!

You can say that again.

- I need someone to keep an eye on him. - I'll look out for him.

- Why don't I make you some sandwiches? - Sounds great.

MEETING KOUROSH TODAY. SEE YOU AT THE CHURCH AT 9 PM? LEA.

Hey? Holger?

Did you find out anything about the Viper?

People aren't too keen to talk. He sounds like a cruel bastard.

He's either a Kurd or an Iranian depending on who you ask.

The story goes he was a dirty cop working for the mob.

He settled in Denmark in the '80s -

- and used his connections to smuggle heroin into the country.

When he met resistance from the underworld -

- he sent for his most trusted men.

They started eliminating his enemies, one by one.

And once they finally wiped out all his competitors, he disappeared...

And became a legend. The big, bad boogeyman.

He dealt in our territory.

It was his own fault.

Finish up. We're opening soon.

It's said that he controls most of the heroin sales in Copenhagen.

But whether that's true...

It's Lea, I can't pick up right now, but leave a message.

Lea, don't meet with Kourosh until we've talked. See you at nine.

- What were you doing? - Just checking I had my phone.

It's Cosmo. They just released that Nazi bastard.

- Where's the detainee in D6? - We charged him.

- Then we sent him to the hospital. - You can't!

The man is a disabled veteran, and he was beaten to a pulp.

Is that why that DA broad was here?

It's as if you're trying to get us all fired.

- I'll make sure there's no complaint. - You've done enough!

I've tried to protect you, but I'm done. I can't cover for you anymore.

Smiley!

It's Lea, I can't pick up right...

Molly...

Molly!

Molly! Molly!

Get away from there.

It's Lea, I can't pick...

It's Lea...

INSPIRED BY THE BOOK BY RENÉ DAHL ANDERSEN AND CASPER FAURHOLDT

IN MEMORY OF FINN ØLHOLM

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