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I've got a car for CID.

- Go ahead. - Black BMW.

License plate is PB 96 789.

- I repeat: PB 96 789. - One moment.

Wakey-wakey.

It's registered to a law firm called Schmidt, Gottlieb & Gul.

So the attorney's going in for a gob job?

I'm bored out of my skull. I hate this IT crap.

If we don't do it, some dipshit in department A will. So get it together.

Fine.

- Can you take over? - Yeah.

Two million euro. That's a lot of bacon, Smiley.

Too bad it's headed for the incinerator.

This is just hypothetical.

What if we take it for ourselves?

I'm not kidding.

Leadership just rewarded some patrolman for his work on automatic traffic control.

Got a fucking diploma and everything. When have we ever been recognized?

Doesn't it piss you off when assholes like the Viper -

- make millions off people's suffering, while we're trying to make a difference -

- and then the press paint us as fucking criminals?

Isn't it about time we tax that bastard?

- How much is it this time? - Seriously, Smiley...

Jim?

I lost a grand on the Sampras-Agassi match, so I bet on some darts tournament.

- What do you know about darts? - Jack shit. I needed the dough.

- How much do you owe? - 27 grand.

- Does Mai-Britt know? - No, she doesn't.

So, you want us to steal the heroin and sell it?

- We're always breaking rules. - That's different, and you know it.

I talked to the others.

Deon wants a house. Cosmo and Helle's place is mortgaged to the hilt.

Have you all gone insane? We're cops! Not fucking drug dealers.

Yes?

Huh?

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SNAKE KILLER

Jane!

- There's an Iranian in D10. - I'm on my way to court.

Kourosh Khamali. Without him we have nothing.

He cleared one officer's upper teeth and broke the other's jaw.

A live nine-millimeter gun was found in his car.

We could draw up the charge and let him go.

- I didn't hear that. - He wasn't supposed to be stopped.

He'll barely do time for this. Let's nail those bastards properly.

I get it. There's nothing I can do.

Do you mind? Smiley?

- Where's he being held? - Vestre Prison.

- Do we know anyone at Vestre? - Nope.

- What if we move him to another prison? - Who?

Kourosh. Creep's in Vridsløse.

With the right incentive, he'd probably help us out.

- Why not just move Creep? - No, he'll need his network.

- Still seeing the girl on Finsensvej? - Who'll call the Department?

Tell them there's an ongoing conflict, and Kourosh is at risk.

I'll call Vestre and set up Creep's interrogation.

- Not too dumb for an Amager kid. - Oh, shut up.

I heard what you did to the rookie.

Didn't think you'd leave a colleague in the lurch.

If you hadn't been slacking off, it might not have happened.

You gave her that tip.

If you pull a stunt like that again, I'll rip your skeleton out of your assholes.

Someone's been on the sauce this morning.

Jesus Christ.

Hello, Sonne. We haven't met before. Do you know who I am?

You usually deal with Kourosh.

Unfortunately, he was arrested. Did you know?

No.

Kourosh is my cousin.

Not everybody understands him.

My own people call him a rabid dog, but he's protected me since we were kids.

Would I look like this if I'd talked? He threatened me, but I didn't say shit.

- Who did? - Smiley. He took my fucking leg!

So, they took your stash and then just let you go?

- Why would they do that? - I don't know.

- What did you tell the police? - I'm not a fucking snitch!

What's he doing with that?

Either you tell me the truth...

- Or I'll take your other leg. - You fucking bastard.

Listen to me. I didn't tell them anything.

Time's up.

- We're not done! - Cannon's been fired.

- You promised me a steak dinner. - That'll have to wait, babe.

Me and the boys got things to discuss. Ain't that right?

Next time you get furlough, don't call me!

Fuck you, fucking faggots!

- Sweet girl. - So how about that steak, eh?

First things first, Creep.

A guy named Kourosh Khamali is being moved to your ward.

We need you to sell him a phone.

What's he in for?

Okay...

- What if he already has a phone? - We'll take care of that.

Just do what you always do.

Can I help you?

Do we keep tabs on Orbital?

- The nightclub? - Yes.

A friend says there's a ton of coke floating around, something called Magic.

A friend?

You can order it on the phone and have it delivered to your door.

They have a menu with weekly offers and bulk discounts.

It's as easy as ordering a pizza, and it's all out in the open.

- How come no one's looking into it? - Because no one cares.

Listen up. The heroin trade on Istedgade is a thorn in the politicians' side.

It looks bad. They care about it, so the chief of police cares about it.

But no one cares about what jetsetters put up their noses in some club.

I think it's bigger than anyone realizes.

- We should do something. - Who's we?

- Got something better to do? - I've got to apply this decal.

And then it needs a coat of lacquer.

Fine.

- I'll do it myself. - Wait!

You'll just get yourself into trouble.

Lea hated that picture.

She was so embarrassed to have braces that she decided not to smile.

Of course, she couldn't help it. That was Lea.

It's a nice picture.

You can keep it. I've got more.

I want us to remember her the way she was.

- Would you like to know how she... - No!

I don't want to know.

How are you?

Okay.

A little relieved, actually.

I don't have to worry anymore.

It's terrible not knowing where your child is, or if she's okay.

Now the worst has happened.

I'm writing a movie that only takes place at a summer house.

An erotic chamber piece. Think 'Smiles of a Summer Night'.

- But, you know, as a comedy. - It's never going to happen, Claes.

That's because the producer won't let me shoot in black and white, Beate!

You should audition. I like working with amateurs.

Who do you buy from?

- What do you mean? - We don't know his name.

I don't need a name. Some friends and I are having a party.

Okay? I can't just give this number out to anyone.

I'd really have to know you first.

Wanna get some fresh air?

Come on. It's fine. I know the owner of this place.

Evening. Police. We need to have a little chat.

If there's anything you need, weed, cigarettes, phones, booze, prepaid cards -

- just let me know. I can get you anything.

- Get lost. - Just came for my ball.

You ready, guys?

- Yes? - Torben here. We searched the cell.

Seized four phones. We'll keep an eye out until they take the bait.

You're a real trooper, Torben. Thank you.

Wanna go for a walk?

Okay.

This used to be a porn theater.

Want to go have a look?

Not really my cup of tea.

There were so many cinemas around here when I was a kid.

At City Bio, a double feature cost three euro and four cents.

Sometimes, we'd watch movies all day.

- What did you watch? - I loved kung fu movies.

'Shanghai Joe', 'The Flying Guillotine', 'Enter the Dragon'.

The midnight shows were the best. It was always a horror movie.

It was saving times. No street lights at night. But you couldn't be a wuss.

It was better back then. Now it's all been replaced by cafés and galleries.

I think the "good old days" thing is in people's heads.

In psychology class, they call it "autobiographical memory".

You remember the good stuff and shove the bad in the freezer.

- You still go to school? - No... I needed a break.

Do you...

Do you remember where you've seen me?

Scandic Hotel, about a year ago.

I was a blonde back then.

- The guy wouldn't pay? - He'd done too much coke.

Couldn't get it up, and apparently that was my fault.

He got really violent.

You were hiding in the bathroom.

I was terrified.

But then you showed up.

Told him to pay me double, or you'd bring him in.

Right.

Come on.

- What are we doing? - Trying something new.

- Why don't we just bring him in? - He won't have enough to be arraigned.

Even if he does, he won't crack as easily as that party animal.

Text him that you got held up.

We'll wait until he's out of product and see who he meets with.

I need a phone and a prepaid card.

It'll cost you. Two hundos.

You can call me Creep. Everyone does.

Your name is Allan Kesby Nielsen.

You have a mother and stepfather in Albertslund.

Your little sister, Johanne, lives with her boyfriend in Ballerup.

You'll hear from me.

- Did you see that? - Yes.

He's the kingpin.

Kourosh has called two numbers.

One's a landline in Svalegården registered to a young woman.

Some steamy phone sex going on behind those prison walls.

The other is an unknown number.

Gets up and goes to bed in Valby, pings a mast near Kaalundsgade -

- multiple times a day, and spends a lot of time out in Sydhavnen.

I had a look around.

There's a... What's his name? Edmond Nima Khaleghi.

He's got an address in Valby and is the registered owner -

- of a carpet shop on Kaalundsgade.

- Okay. What do we have on him? - Nothing criminal.

Checked his tax records, and nothing stands out.

- We should put a tracker on his car. - Then we're paying for it.

There are five trackers, and the a-holes in Department A are hogging all of them.

- Bet you 500, Jim. - Yes.

- Hi, Niller? - You owe me.

- Hey. - Hi, Smiley.

- Thank you for coming. - No problem. What's going on?

- I fell on my bike. - Right. You told me.

- Does Trine know you're here? - I'm crashing in the cabin.

You are? You should have said something.

What are you doing down here?

Lea's son was admitted here. They just got a little girl in.

Her room has to be kept dark. They say she cries at the slightest touch.

When she's awake, she just screams and cramps.

It takes a few months to wean her off.

First she'll be moved to an institution.

Then one foster family after another.

Till she ends up on the streets.

Dahlin won't leave me alone, says I'll be let off if I talk.

Not just about Glenn Rasmussen.

About all of it.

She doesn't have jack shit.

They're coming after us, Smiley.

She's fishing. The case is closed.

I keep going back to that day.

It's like a splinter in my brain I can't get out.

Are we bad people, Smiley?

- What? - Was it wrong, what we did?

Who saved Lea and her son?

Who, Niller?

Niller, who?

- We did. - That's right, we did.

We saved that kid. Glenn Rasmussen was a piece of shit, and I'm glad he's dead.

Maybe you think that makes me a bad person, but I don't give a fuck.

You need to put this shit behind you.

Get back to the unit.

I spoke to Henrik.

- He put me on surveillance tomorrow. - That's great, Niller. Really great.

Yes. Thank you very much.

David Khaleghi, 25. Busted with 300 ecstasy pills in 1999.

Got a year. Was out after eight months.

Honey, the guests are here.

Hello. Salām. Please come on in!

- That's Roshan. This is Cecilie. - Hello, Cecilie!

- Nice to meet you! Come in. - My brother, Edmond.

- Salām. Nice to meet you. - These are for you.

Can I have some?

It's gotten cold.

What's the deal with you and Smiley?

We just don't see eye to eye.

Because of your drinking?

When I was a rookie, it was totally normal, especially among the older cops.

Almost all of them were boozehounds.

That's not what I am.

A drink helps me calm the nerves.

Ever thought about talking to someone?

Of course not. What good would that do?

It's part of the job. You just have to accept that.

Anyway, it might be time to look for something else to do.

You can't quit now.

I'll just get myself into trouble.

You have a lovely home.

- We'd want a place like this, right? - Sure.

- How long have you been together? - Three years.

We'd only just met when I... got locked up.

I was sure she'd dump me.

Sure, if you hadn't gotten your act together.

Cecilie made me graduate high school and helped me find a job.

So, what do you do now?

I'm a property officer.

- A janitor? - It's just temporary.

You should be proud of your brother. He's doing really well.

Pretty nice, huh?

Can we talk now? There's something I really want...

I've got the product and the clients. The only thing I need is protection.

What's the product?

Put that away.

I only sell to high-end clients, no junkies, no violence, and no risk.

- There's always risk, David. - We deal at the most exclusive clubs.

The cops don't care, and clubs look the other way.

It's a premium product. 85 percent purity.

No acetone. No crap.

I'm pulling in 80K a month, dadash.

Who do you need protection from?

Roland Tong wants a cut.

The Tong family runs the nightclubs. We've never had issues with them.

Besides, I prefer to stick to what I know.

You don't need to know anything. I know it all. You don't even put up any money.

- Who will pay my guys? - This is the future.

I hand it to you on a platter, and you act like I spit in your face.

You've never taken me seriously.

To you, I'm that little haroomzadeh, but I know what I'm doing.

Do you?

Look at yourself. Your clothes.

Your watch. Your fancy car. You don't know anything, David.

I think we should ask baba.

I speak for him as well.

Who's the other guy?

Where have I seen him before?

Who's that?

They're from the Tong family. The Triad.

- Jesus Christ! - Wait.

Dispatch, 01983. Assault in progress in parking lot on Dannebrogsgade.

We're on surveillance and can't interfere. Send two units, code three.

01983, over.

01983, roger. Two units are on their way.

David! Help!

What's wrong?

Just get it over with.

Get it fucking over with. Come on!

What do you even want with me?

It's not funny.

What happens when you find out how fucked up I am?

All my favorite people are fucked up.

I am too.

- Com-Center, Hanne speaking. - Louise Knudsen from NB.

- I'm looking... - Extension?

51-06.

- Louise speaking. - What do you want?

Elmevej 9, Edmond and Roshan Khaleghi. Does that show up anywhere?

- There's a marker. - Can you see what it's for?

- I can't disclose that. - A narcotics investigation?

- What was your name again? - Thank you.

Suspect indicates left, towards...

Wait, he's turning right.

What the hell are you up to? I think he's trying to shake me off.

I've been spotted. I'm pulling back.

He's stopping.

He's exiting his car.

- Want us to drive up, Smiley? - No.

I think this is yours.

I don't think so.

It was underneath my car. Must be a mistake.

I hope you find who you're looking for.

We have to take this to Lundberg.

- David Khaleghi is the guy behind Magic. - We can't prove that.

Nothing's going to happen while he's in the hospital.

Fine.

- Coffee? - No thanks. I'll stick to water.

Hey! Why are you asking about my cases?

I got a call from Com-Center. I'm the one who put that marker!

- I was just trying... - Don't interfere with our work.

You listen here...

- You stay out of this! - What the hell is your problem?

Don't you fucking talk to me like that. Who the hell do you think you are?

Brian.

What is Player's Club? Why am I hearing that you're chasing warrants?

Did I need permission?

- I need to be informed, damn it! - We've been busy.

Don't you want to see results?

I'm handing the case over to Department A. You're not an investigative unit!

- This is my case, Henrik. - I gave it to Lerche.

- What is it? - Hey, it's Ib from first the floor.

- Ib, can we talk in five? - 105 is on the way in with Vejby.

Thought you'd want to know.

Smiley...

- Smiley! - Not now, Lerche.

Listen to me. It wasn't my idea. You got the ball rolling.

And as far as I'm concerned, you can do what you want.

Shut up! Niller's been arrested.

- What did he do? - I don't know.

- What happened? - He's charged with a DWI.

We were called to the gas station.

The clerk sold him vodka, and he drank it in his car.

- Can't we work something out? - Several people saw us.

Come on. He's a colleague.

He hasn't been searched or cuffed.

Thank you.

Niller!

I'm sorry about Niels. We'll need to speak with you both individually.

Suck dick, you bloodthirsty bitch. You killed him.

You fucking killed him! What the hell were you thinking?

You're right.

They don't care about us.

We can't let them take this case from us, Jim.

I don't think we have a choice, Smiley.

Remember what we talked about? The stash room at Player's Club?

Yeah.

If we do this...

... we do it to nail those bastards.

- What are you saying? - We take the Viper's heroin.

Before Department A can get to it and plant it in his carpet shop.

I'll talk to the guys.

- Down on the floor now. Move! - Everybody down on the floor!

Let's go!

- Move! - Stop it!

- I'm not ready! - Shut the fuck up!

No...

Out now!

Do you know who you're fucking with? You're all dead men.

You're all dead!

- What the... - Now, come on. Move!

Hey! It's time.

Cover!

Move!

It's okay! I'm not going to hurt you. Where's the cleaning products?

- Behind the bar. - Behind the bar!

Don't be scared. Everything is gonna be okay.

- It's pissing out of him, Smiley! - I know.

- That's a lot of blood. - Put pressure on it.

Where did that guard come from? He was just there.

No, no, no.... Fuck!

What the hell do we do?

Shirts off.

INSPIRED BY THE BOOK BY RENÉ DAHL ANDERSEN AND CASPER FAURHOLDT

Subtitles: C.B. Muller Oneliner