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There's over
five million kroner here.

It's around a third of
what your mother stole from me.

Where is she?

Sometimes you lose them
while they're still there.

Let go of her!
Or I swear, I'll --

Play your part in this,

you get your daughter
back alive.

We don't need to discuss
the alternatives.

Do we?

Sylvia wants us to send Ravn
a taste of what we have on him.

Then we trade the full
files for the kid, yeah?

- Go, go, go, go, go!
- Go, go, go!

I'll put Ida on a plane
soon as possible.

Fucking Thresher!

Is she okay?

She seems surprisingly okay.

Good.

You might need to teach her
a whole new kind of normal.

Any luck with a new passport
for Mum?

We're still trying, but...

The Blind Man is out of action.

Shit.

Just do what you can
as fast as you can.

Martin's onto it.

He's in Hamburg.
There's a guy there.

I have to leave for Paris
first thing tomorrow with Ida.

We can't risk
waiting any longer.

No. Keep me posted
until she's on a plane there.

I won't relax until she's safe.

You can now.
We'll get her to you.

You're certain we're safe here?

As long as no one followed you
when the police let you go.

They didn't.

You should have seen
that bastard.

Took off like a dog
when they released him.

He must be terrified of Ravn
as well.

Gillard?

He should be.

How's it going?
With the files?

Have they evaporated yet?

As soon as the Nord
opened that laptop -- pfff!

Ravn'll be pissing blood.

Yep.

And then he'll come looking
for Ida and me again.

So we keep our heads down till
we can get you a new passport.

And put Ida on a flight A.S.A.P.

So where's she going
after Paris?

- Come on, she's my grandchild.
- Paris?

These files they swapped
for me --

Why are they so important?

They were
a kind of insurance policy

for when we hit Ravn.

- But?
- No "but."

More of an "and," really.

We had it all planned out,
and then your --

Sylvia was offered a sweetener.

How would you like everything
on Ravn's operation?

Access codes to figures,
names, dates.

The works.

Why do you want to give me
something like that?

Your father helped me
when I needed it.

I need to put a face
to the offer.

No meeting.

You can have the damn files
for free.

And they turned out
to be pure gold.

So we had a new kind of
insurance policy now as well.

We went ahead, made the hit,
got away with the cash --

How much?

A lot.

Went like a dream...

Till the police turned up.

And how did they know?

Sylvia's informant?

Maybe.

We've still got no idea.

But my mom got away.

Where to?

They won't even tell me.

You don't seem too fazed.

By all this.

It explains a bunch of things.

Like what?

Ja.

This is your fault.

You geek!

We've lost the girl!

They still have the goods
on all my businesses!

And 18 million of my kroner!

In case
you've fucking forgotten!

Nothing's changed.

What?

It's like chess.
We're back to first moves.

Only now we have a way of using
the girl to get to Sylvia.

What makes you think that?

Well, she's worried
about her shithead father.

Isn't she?

Get me Gillard.

Hey, Gillard.
Do you have a minute?

- You can't just...
- No, it's just a few questions.

You see, nobody's really, um --

nobody's really buying
the "custody dispute" story.

Not me, anyway.

Ravn grabbed the kid to make
Sylvia stick her head out.

I just want to know,
did you warn her?

Where is she?
Where's the girl?

Look, I just -- I don't fucking
know anything, all right?

And if Ravn finds out
I've even spoken to you, mate,

I am fucking dead.

Yeah, yeah.

I can see you might have
a problem there.

But now
I'm your fucking problem.

All right, all right, look.

Seriously,
I-I don't fucking know

where any of them are,
all right?

Okay, okay.
Look, look.

Sylvia used to have
some contacts

who hung out
around Vesterbro, all right?

Now, m-maybe some of those
lowlifes know something.

I don't.

If you hear so much as half
a whisper about Sylvia,

you call me.

Motherfucker.

Gillard.

Hey, Adam?

Thanks for being
so understanding yesterday.

Well, since I've got here,
really.

No worries.

If by any chance that
dinner invitation pops up again,

I might be
halfway decent company now.

Or sometime.

Yeah.
Sure, cool.

I mean, sometime.

How about tomorrow afternoon?

You're up early.

I need to call my dad.

- I need to see if he's safe.
- No.

We don't call anyone.

You were
just on the phone before.

Yes.
Arranging things.

You're not calling your father.

They beat him up,
and I'm leaving tomorrow.

I want to know if he's okay.

I'm need to call my father.

No.

No calls.

We can't trust anybody.

I'm sorry.

Go on.
Get out of here.

Get out of here
before I call the cops.

- Ease up, mate!
- I've warned you before.

Don't deal in my café!

Come on.
It's just a bit of weed.

I don't care, Darryn!
I don't care.

All right?
Get out of here.

Go!

Adam.

Hey.

Giorno.

So, Robyn,
you have been for the walk?

Yeah, just been out, you know,

watching the sunrise, relaxing.

Good.

Bruno?

So, everything is okay
with your daughter now, then?

Yeah.
Yeah, yeah.

It all got sorted out.
It's a great relief, thanks.

I'm very happy
you get everything fixed.

Robyn...

Yeah?

I like you.
I like you a lot.

But I have to look after
my family,

and things
are uncertain for you, yes?

I just don't want to see Adam
get hurt if you...

No.

It's, um --
It's nothing like that.

Okay.
I just...

Yeah. Yeah, yeah. But you know,
I take care of my family too.

So perhaps it's best
if we just keep it that way.

-Dad?

Sweetheart?

Where are you?
Are you okay?

I'm hiding.

They beat me up a bit,
but I'm okay.

I didn't tell them nothing
about your mum, about you.

What are you going to do?

I have to get out, or I'm dead.
Where are you going?

I go to Paris to start with.

And then -- I don't know yet.

That's good, sweetheart.

Okay.

Ja.

We'll, be in touch.

Paris.
Then where?

Gillard's kid wants to
make sure he's okay.

- We'll get answers.
- Don't you bet on it.

I wouldn't trust that bastard
to pass anything on.

Why not?

He's more scared of you than
he is of that cop, obviously.

Still.

I wouldn't put it past him
to try something.

You wanted something?

You did leave that forger
with one good hand, didn't you?

Good.

Now fuck off.

My friend enjoys this.

So you'd be better
to put a stop to it now.

As I said, we know Behreni's
had you prepare

Sylvia's documents in the past.

So...

Did you do this one too?

Yes! All right!
Yes!

Anything else?
More recently?

A replacement.

He said he needed a replacement.

And new stamps.

I'm sure a proposed country
of entry was discussed, yes?

Yes!

But I sent him away.

I can't work!

No.

Shame, that.

What country was mentioned?

Now, I promise this view is just
as beautiful on a sunny day.

And at night.
The lights on the water.

It's nice to share it
with someone.

I usually come up here
by myself.

So you don't usually go
on picnics?

More a question of not
appreciating something

when you have it, I think.

Like a lot of things in life.

Yeah, like living close
to the ocean and not swimming?

Exactly.

Yeah.

All right, now the food
in this restaurant

is just as good as the view.

Sandwich?

Your dad, he, um, didn't seem
too happy about us doing this.

Really?

Well, he's spent
the last couple of years

trying to get me to jump back
in the dating pool.

And he really likes you, so...

Maybe it's because, um,
I have a daughter.

Adam, she's 16.

Right.

- 16, wow.
- Yeah.

That's hard to believe.

You haven't jumped up and left.

We already ordered.

And I can't leave you
to pay the bill, so...

If things had
worked out differently,

I'd probably have a child too.

- What's her name?
- Her name's Ida.

- Ida.
- Yeah.

I've been a single mum
for so long.

And not a really good one,
though, so she's a handful.

16-year-olds are supposed
to be, aren't they?

- It's their job.
- Yeah, I guess.

Well, hopefully I'll get
to meet her sometime.

You will.

She's my greatest joy
and my biggest worry.

Make yourself comfortable.

We have five hours
until your flight.

- Dad?
- Sweetheart?

You need to get out
of the country.

Yeah, yeah.
I will.

But where are yougoing, darling?

All I've found out
is Sydney first.

- And then?
- I don't know where then.

Another country.

When's your flight?

In five hours.

All right, look.

Get in touch again
when you know where you're going

after Sydney, all right?

Yeah.

Love you, darling.

Well, you seem a bit more
relaxed now at least.

-The wine.

No, no.
The food was nice.

Thanks.

So, um, you've kind of
resisted your dad

on this whole --
this whole dating thing?

I took a shot at it
a couple of times,

but just didn't work out.

Didn't feel right, I guess.

I -- I better take that.

- It might be...
- Yeah.

...my mum.
Or the handful.

Hi, Mor.

The charter down went smoothly.

- We're fine.
- Good.

In a hotel near
Charles de Gaulle

till the flight out.

She's taking a shower.

- And she still doesn't know?
- No.

She won't know about Sydney till
she's through security here.

Okay.

And all she'll have
about Queenstown

is a booking code to use
when she gets over there.

Thanks.
I've been really worried.

No problem.
And it's all coming together.

The cleaning bill is set at 10%,

so you'll have your money soon.

Thanks.

And, hey, Huss,
could you tell Ida I...

- Tell Ida I said hi.
- I will.

I'll call when she's in the air.

Hej.

- All good?
- Yeah, all good.

No worries.
I think we should have a toast.

For the view.

To the view.

- Say skal.
- Skal.

- Skal.
- Skal.

Hey, thanks for
a lovely afternoon.

Yeah.
I had a good time too.

Yeah.

Okay, well, have a good night.

You too.

- Hej.
- Hi, Mor.

Hej.

Don't cry.

Ja?

Your mum and I
will sort this out.

Don't worry, sweetheart.
I'll see you later on.

I'll see you.

Coming in for a coffee?

I'll be back
once I get her settled.

And where would that be?
Same place you got the wheels?

Well, you'd better come back.

We've got
some negotiating to do.

You don't show up,

I'll be giving your face
to the cops here.

And I'm sure Ravn
would like an update an' all.

I cut him a deal, and you let
him slip to fucking New Zealand?

Via Australia,

if the stamps we found out about
are anything to go by.

They are!
They are!

I found out -- Norris --

Shut the fuck up!
Idiot.

I'm ready whenever you want.

I'll find him and bring
his balls back for you.

How?

How are we doing

getting her transit information
to New Zealand?

Still trying to find out
where she went.

Their customs and immigration
are hard to crack,

but I'll find her.

Robyn, hi.

And this must be Ida.

Ida, this is Adam Martini.

He doesn't speak Danish, Ida.

She doesn't mean to be rude.

No problem.

Jet lag, perhaps.

This is Bruno.
Adam's dad.

I learn velkommen
from the computer.

And...

I have a question for you.

I'm looking for Sylvia Peterson.

Any ideas? Or I'll break
that nose a little bit more.

Fuck off.

Look, look.
Listen, listen, listen!

I haven't been
sleeping much lately,

and I'm not
the most patient man.

I came back
to rattle her husband's cage.

But now he's disappeared too,

and then I see you
creeping around.

So? Ideas?

- He escaped me as well.
- Okay. Where to?

- Where to?!
- Out of the fucking country!

Aaaah!

New fucking Zealand!
Okay?!

Thank you.

Why are you here?

Cutting it fine.
I was about to make some calls.

What do you want?

I want half your share
from the heist you pulled.

You want 600,000 euros?

- Nice round figure.
- Would that be enough for you?

Would that be enough
to guarantee

that you're not selling me out
like you did Ida?

That wasn't meant to happen.

You hurt and used my daughter!

What is with you fucking
Petersens and slapping people?

And anyway, Ida's our daughter.

Ravn wanted me to use her
to get to you.

I haven't done that now, have I?

So you're just gonna fly
in here, take half the money,

and leave me
with the fucking fallout.

Sound familiar?

You can have 20%, and that's it.

It's not a fucking negotiation.

Half.

Or Ravn gets you on a spit.

And then what happens
to our daughter?

Okay.

Okay.

Half.

But you'll have to work for it.

And it -- it'll shrink a bit.

- It's not a fucking negotiation!
- It has to be laundered, David.

I have someone organized.

But they need to see
their cut up front.

You deliver the money.

That way
you stay on top of the game,

and I don't get
to expose myself.

I imagine that you'll be leaving
very soon anyway,

and then you'll have your money,

and it all makes
good fucking sense?

Yeah, all right.

But any tricks,

and the cops get everything.

See you tomorrow.

What happens?

What happens to Ida
once you get the money?

Easy -- I disappear,
she gets over it.

She'll still have you.

Do you know what, David?

She still loves you.

She trusts you.

So?

She'll have to get over that
as well.

You did.
She'll just have to.

Yeah, she will.

As soon as she recognizes what
a self-righteous bitch you are.

Lowlife bastard.

- Hey.
- Hey.

Hey.

What's the bag for?

No, it's just,

she left most of her stuff
back home,

so I need to go shopping for her
and fill it up.

How's she doing?

She's sleeping.
I left her a note.

Would you mind watching her
so she doesn't just wander off?

I'll do my best,
but, teenager, remember?

Yeah. I guess.

Um, there's this guy
hanging around again.

What's his name?
Darryl?

Darryn.
Yeah.

Yeah, yeah. Darryn, yeah.
Is he a local?

He hangs out
at the backpackers on Main.

I'll have another word,

but I'm gonna have to
call the cops, I think.

Yeah. But thanks anyway
for keeping an eye on her.

Huss, it's me.

Can I have some advance
on that money?

I need 20,000 in cash,

and you can take it
out of my share

once the cleaners
have done their thing.

The cleaner is already done.

We can wire you the whole cut
via the Caymans.

I'm gonna open an account.

Let's go with our old friend,
Mademoiselle Durand.

Um...

I'm -- I'm looking for...

Bonjour.
Je suis Selina.

Thank you for coming by.

Entrez.

Good morning, Ida.
You must be hungry.

Do you know where my mother is?

She's out getting you
some clothes and things.

We've been told to tie you up
and feed you.

Breakfast?

Coffee, maybe.

Coffee is a good start,
but, is not breakfast.

What the fuck?

Bonjour, Monsieur Gillard.

They told me to meet you here.

They must be watching me.

You didn't really think

I was gonna come here
looking like myself, did you?

You didn't worry about it
last night.

Well, last night
I wasn't carrying this.

20,000 euros in Kiwi dollars.

Do you want to check
the exchange rate?

I don't get to count it?

I'm sure our contacts will.

Why should I shortchange them?

So you're gonna meet up
with the laundryman's broker?

You've got the rest
of the money?

Yeah.
Once it's laundered.

We'll have two million
in Kiwi dollars.

That's the exchange rate.

Less 10% -- his taster.

Laundryman does well
out of it, doesn't he?

Yeah, the middle man
always gets screwed.

So...

Do we take it or we leave it?

I'll need the combination.

No, you don't.

He'll have it.

Once he's got his taster,

he'll give us another
time and date for the delivery.

And I'll have the balance
for you then.

Yeah, all right.
Where do I take it?

There's some rocks down
by the lake, at the jetty.

Are you serious?

There's got to be a million
bloody rocks down there.

There's a smiley face there.

He'll be expecting you.

Enjoy the view.

Here you go.

You want some company?

You know,
I've never been to Paris.

What's it like?

It's like any other city.

Bigger than this place.

Yeah, well, there are some
good things in small places.

I'm sorry, Sylvia.
It's my fault.

No, it's nobody's fault.

I just sent him
for a nice scenic walk.

Fuck.

So...

I've just marked
the section we wanted.

With no giveaways.

Great, so all you have to do
is drop in the sound,

and top and tail the clip.

Okay.

Done.

What now?

Now David can wait
a little bit longer.

- Hi.
- How are ya?

Bit bloody cold?

Yeah.

I'm waiting for someone.

Me, mate.

Bloke with a briefcase,
this beach.

What took you so bloody long?!

This is the time I was told.

Fucking bastards.

Hey, I wasn't told
to take anything,

just deliver a message.

Take it to the next meeting.
Back at the hotel at 3:00.

Same room
Miss Durand was sent to.

Make sense?

Sweet as, bro.

And, um, get yourself
a cup of tea or something, mate.

You look cold.

You...

Fuck.

You the broker?

Michael Ormerod.

You've, got a delivery for me?

Yeah. You've got
a fucking nerve, mate.

Making me wait around outside
in the fucking cold for hours.

And all the time
you want your money back here?

Do you mind if I check this?

Yeah, knock yourself out, mate.

It's all there.

Ooh.

Yours too, I assume,

Mr. Norris.

I neglected to say

Detective Senior Sergeant
Michael Ormerod.

David Norris, you're being
arrested in relation

to the crime of money laundering

under Section 243
of the Crimes Amendment Act.

This is fucking bullshit!

And for possession
of a trafficable amount

of a Class C drug.

This is a fucking setup!

This is fucking bullshit!

- Hey.
- Hi.

Everything okay with Ida?

Yeah, she seems to be fine.
She's upstairs.

She had breakfast.

We had a chat for quite a while.

Good.
Thanks.

So I hear you had a nice picnic.

And now you have come
to take over.

I'm an old man.
I get tired too.

Don't pull that one on me,
Bruno.

-But we did have a lovely time.

And I might help out
for a few more days,

and Ida too, I hope.

We'll have to wait out anyway
for my mum to get here, so...

Bene.

And you can help
with the fund-raising.

You and Ida.

Sure, but I think
it might take her some time,

to come to terms
with everything.

Hey, I went to the backpackers
to have another word

with that idiot, Darryn.

- Yeah?
- Not there.

His mate told me
that he's hit the road.

So, hopefully he won't be back.

So, Gillard headed for Sydney,
then to New Zealand.

And we know
she's somewhere there.

Do we still have contacts
over there?

A couple on the ground
through your old biker friends.

But nothing in immigration, no.

And we still know the aliases

that she's using too,
though, right?

Sure, but we can't exactly

call New Zealand immigration
and ask questions.

No, no, no.
But the cops can.

Our friend Qvist?

He's still hot
for Miss Petersen.

I mean, he's been chasing
his tail all over town

to try and find her.

Perhaps he'd appreciate
a tip-off.

I'm sure he probably would.

Mr. Norris.

Immigration informs me
that quite possibly

your passport
could be fraudulent.

If they're right, we'll be
adding further charges.

Would you care to tell me
your real name?

Okeydokey.

Have you got
the rest of the money?

Of course.
Waiting in Auckland.

And if anything goes wrong,

there's a 50-grand
consolation prize for you

back in London.

As long as you keep
your mouth shut.

And the weed you guys
asked for is in there too.

I don't know why you bother...

This is a setup.

Who's this woman?

- My ex.
- Don't mess me around, Norris.

Or whatever your name is.

How much money is waiting to be
laundered in Auckland?

Who's this woman?

I want to talk to my consulate.

Any tricks,

and the cops get everything.

See you tomorrow.

What happens?

What happens to Ida
once you get the money?

Easy -- I disappear,
she gets over it.

She'll still have you.

Do you know what, David?

She still loves you.

She trusts you.

So?

She'll have to get over that
as well.

You did.
She'll just have to.

-Skat...