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I don't care about your complicated past.

I care about you.

Go!

You're wanted for questioning about a murder.

I'm not going anywhere until I put my husband to rest.

We'd like a nice casket. Open, for viewing.

I know it's all a bit of a rush,

but it needs to happen tomorrow morning, I'm afraid.

How do we know the body has been released?

A contact in the morgue.

Mor!

Ida!

Do exactly as I say.

Tell Adam I'm sorry, okay?

No, tell him in one hour.

Where is she? Where is she?

That's lovely.

Especially given the time frame.

Thank you.

Right, well, I guess we can cover him up now.

Um, I thought...

- There's no one else? - No, no.

Too upset.

Could you, show me the chapel?

Yes.

The family would like to keep it quite simple.

This is very nice.

Could you put some of these out on the seats for me?

I'll start at the front if you want to take the back?

Don't know what's taking them so long.

I'll make a call, see where they are.

Okay.

Fuck!

Shit. Hey.

- Shit! - Hey. Hi.

- Hey. - I'm fine.

- I'm fine. - W-What happened?

Okay, okay, okay, okay. Just...

Hey, hey, hey, hey.

Okay. We need to get you to hospital.

No! I can't go to a hospital.

She can't.

See, I bring you drink. Warm up.

You are freezing. What happened?

Karmen. She's got Ida.

I don't know where she is.

- I'm so sorry, cara. - And I have to go look for...

You're in no condition to go looking.

We're gonna find her.

Just tell me exactly what happened?

I went...

I went to meet up with Karmen and --

and she tried to kill me but I got away.

I took her car. But Ida...

Karmen's men must have Ida 'cause...

I don't know.

I need -- I need to go and find her...

Okay, okay, okay. Okay, stop.

The only thing you're gonna do right now is get warm.

I'm gonna find Ida. Where's the car?

It's out -- It's out in the back.

- Okay. - Wait! Wait!

I've got a card, you know...

- Hotel. - Okay, Dad, take care of her.

Here, here. Drink, drink.

Thanks, gentlemen.

That went really well.

Like a dream.

You really sold it to the cops.

Yeah. Des would have loved it.

He would have been proud of you. Boss.

Yes.

I know.

He would.

This wasn't part of our plan...

...was it?

But you'll always be with me.

Parking ticket.

Hotel parking receipt.

Let's go.

You're staying right here.

Dad, take Robyn upstairs. Get her changed and into bed.

She needs to get warm.

I found this as well.

- Did you touch it? - No, no.

Be careful.

It's all arranged.

We'll get the ashes to you, I promise.

But we need to leave. Now.

Yeah. I'm ready.

Thanks.

Give Sylvia one of those from me.

I will. I want to call her.

Of course. Press 8.

Answering machine.

Call again. Leave a message.

No, I want to talk to her.

- I'll get you some more brandy. - Thank you.

Where...?

Yeah. Yeah.

Try later on Martin's phone.

I'll follow you for a bit.

I'll peel off at Mons, just before the French border.

Get out! Get out! Get out!

Lisbeth, open the back door now!

Go, go, go!

-Here, cara.

Huss, it's me.

I'm gonna call you again.

Don't let Mum come here, 'cause --

'cause it's all turned to shit.

We have to get him to the hospital!

- He's losing too much blood! - No, no, no, no.

There's a doctor we use sometimes, near Slagelse.

Okay. And what about Huss?

Huss can look after himself.

Stay with me.

Nice and tight?

Give us a moment.

I like your style.

But I recognized your signature, Hussein.

I'm surprised you didn't identify me.

I must be the etheric master of disguise.

You know, it's really nice

to finally put a face to an old enemy -- Thresher.

Fuck.

Yeah.

Fuck.

It's me.

PRYM8.

"Primate."

"Thresher."

What childish handles.

What a couple of poseurs we were?

Till you took me down.

And I really thought you'd go on

to do bigger and better things, but, hey, look at you --

You're working for a cheap con artist.

There's nothing cheap about Sylvia.

And what about you?

You're working for a fucking gorilla.

Got you chained in the cage with him, has he?

He may think that.

But I'm in charge of the keys.

Where's Ravn anyway?

He's probably out working himself up into a frenzy.

He's found this whole thing very stressful.

Good.

I'm sure you won't feel that way when he chats to you.

A hot little tip -- He'll want to know where your employer is.

Feisty little fuck.

- Hi. - Hello.

Hey, I, um -- I had some people do an eat and run on me today.

A couple of big European guys

and a tall, scary-looking, dark-haired woman.

I think they're guests here.

Look, I wouldn't cause any trouble.

I just...

Just need a room number.

Ida? Ida?

Ida?

Ida?

It's okay, it's okay.

Where's Mum?

- Hej. - Ida!

-Hej.

Ida.

Okay. Okay, all right.

Your mum's hurt, Ida. She needs to rest.

- Are you okay? Ida? - We will take care of her.

Ida?

Sorry. English.

We will get you home, and I will make you a cup of coffee.

That cow, she poured a whole lot those little mini-bar drinks

down my throat before she gagged me again.

Come on, little tipsy one.

Come on.

She's gonna be okay. Some bruises.

And a -- a hangover probably.

Okay, let's get you home and check that dressing.

Yeah.

Thank you.

Thank you.

You wait here. I'll be back soon.

No. You have to stay with Per.

We need to get you out!

I can drive myself. You stay here.

Look, I need to make sure you are safe.

Otherwise this -- all of this -- is for nothing.

I really hate being disturbed.

Sex?

Well, I enthusiastically join in.

And the rough stuff?

I really have to hold myself back.

But for you?

Well, I'm thinking to myself

that maybe I need to get more involved.

We'll deal with the hacking of the files later.

First, Petersen's wife.

Young Sylvia's mor.

Where's she going?

A picnic.

Let's try Sylvia, then?

Where in Queenstown is she exactly?

I've no idea.

I haven't spoke to her in a while, okay?

Huss. It's me.

I'm gonna call you again.

Don't let Mum come here, 'cause --

'cause it's all turned to shit.

It'll turn to even more shit for her

when you start talking to me.

Then I best keep my mouth shut?

Fuck you, you prick!

- Where's her mother? - Fuck you.

No, fuck you.

Fuck you.

You hide her from me?

Fuck you!

-Fuck you!

Fuck you.

Fuck you!

Fuck you! Fuck you! Fuck you!

Fuck you! Fuck you!

Fuck you!

Jesus, Robert!

You think, you fucking bitch?

Listen, me fucking you doesn't mean you can use my first name.

My name is Ravn!

Ravn!

He's not going to tell us anything now, is he?

Or talk to Sylvia if she calls back.

Fuck you. If she calls, I'll talk to her.

And you take a photo of this piece of shit

and you send it to her!

- You okay? - Yes.

I -- I think you're right.

I think we might need to change this.

Okay. I'll get the kit.

Thank you. Thanks.

- Yeah, fill 'er up? - You have phone?

Sorry, we're not allowed to let people make phone calls.

I have to make important call.

But shit reception here.

Understand?

Lena. Get in the spa.

I want to fuck.

She sucks like a hungry leech, that one.

So I believe.

- Yes? - Is me.

I can't get hold to Karmen.

Is that right?

We think the woman go to Auckland,

but Karmen says she's still here.

She's supposed to return call, but nothing.

I need instruction.

Stay there.

Karmen's generally right about things.

I'll call tomorrow.

What?

Karmen's gone missing.

Maybe you should go over there and deal with this yourself.

Why is coffee supposed to be a cure for hangovers?

Coffee is a cure for everything.

And you don't have a hangover.

Yet.

It was a big mistake?

Going out.

I make the mistake. I'm the grown-up.

The lines between grown-ups and who's in charge are a bit...

...uneven in my family.

- Blurry. - Yeah, blurry.

But I should have waited.

Here's to stupid old men.

No.

We were lucky.

That woman could have killed you.

Yeah, well...

Hey, you don't just shrug these things off.

The world you live in, Ida, is crazy.

Your mother loves you.

And she needs you too, I think.

You are what makes her life real.

So that is why she nearly gets killed trying to get you back.

Another coffee?

Yeah. Thank you.

Always happy to help a fellow officer.

Um, Qvist?

Yeah, Qvist, yeah. Yeah, that's fine.

Detective sergeant in your system, I believe.

What can I do for you, Detective Sergeant?

Be careful.

Karmen finds out, and she'll gut you.

I'll take photos of what I do to that bitch and send them to you.

That's probably not a good idea.

Probably not.

Hey. Huss?

Sylvia.

Hey, it's me.

Where are you? Is everything okay?

Is my mum all right?

She's fine.

I'm going to need a gun.

Organize it for me. Send me the details.

Sure. No problem.

Landline.

Interesting.

Ja.

Adam!

Adam!

Hey, hey, hey.

-Just slow down, slow down.

- Mor? - She's hot.

Sorry to keep you waiting so long.

We'll circulate the photograph. It's being copied.

How long have you been looking for her?

Here? Well, just today.

But, um, a while.

This was sent to me via Interpol.

I made an inquiry after arresting a David Gillard.

She came up as an associate.

Yeah.

His ex-partner. Can I speak to him?

He's in Christchurch, waiting to be remanded.

And I doubt he'll be much help to you. He wasn't to me.

So, what's going on?

We get a tip-off about a car, from which I'm then shot at.

Then get a complaint from a service station in Cromwell

linking the people in that same car to a phone call.

A call which was made to Copenhagen.

To a building owned by a gentleman named Ravn.

Mr. Ravn is apparently

of significant interest to police there.

Yeah, I imagine the people who shot at you

were probably Ravn's friends.

Why aren't I surprised?

Because two unpleasant foreign gentlemen

have been flashing this lady's photo around.

And now, voilà. You turn up.

So, again, what's going on?

Well, it's an investigation.

Robbery. Escaping arrest.

Impersonating a police officer?

Thank you.

I checked your credentials, Qvist.

Your real warrant card was stolen.

You're on enforced leave.

That's "suspended" in my book.

Look...

I'm trying to catch a woman who stole two million euros,

she's involved in a murder, and she's escaped custody.

More than that, she's got information

about one of the biggest crime bosses in Europe.

So now I guess it's up to you.

You can kick me out,

or you can help me try to find her.

Ida.

Hej.

Hey.

Hey.

You were feverish.

We warmed you up, then we had to keep cooling you down.

Where's Bruno?

At the café. Acting normal.

We're gonna sort all of this out.

Meryl.

Selina.

I reckon we should just keep Robyn.

Yeah.

- I wish. - Good.

I like Robyn.

You know you can tell me anything, right?

It's not that simple.

To be honest, I had started to wonder

what I've got myself into.

But this morning, when you collapsed, I...

...I suddenly felt what it would be like to not have you.

And I realized that I don't want that.

I want this.

Yeah.

Well, you met my family.

You met Ida.

But nobody can prepare anybody for my mother.

I'm sorry, Martin.

I'm so sorry.

We can't stay here.

We have to get you to Paris. We have to get you on a plane.

I'll drive.

No, no, no. Look, I can drive.

To Hamburg.

Not Paris.

It's too risky. In case they have Huss.

Is me. Just me.

It's just -- It's Bruno.

Okay.

My son, he takes good care of you, yes?

Yeah, I had a fever, but I'm fine.

Is nearly midnight. Is a good job you are hidden.

Another of those men arrive at the café.

Just when I'm cleaning up.

With questions. And a photograph.

So, who is it?

He said he was police, but he no give a name.

And he had a foreign accent?

Danish. And some, damage to his face.

And a limp.

He's no moving so good.

Did he look like this?

Yes! Yes, is him.

Very good!

He came to our apartment once.

Did he have, like, a wider face?

Yes, I think, maybe. Slightly.

And scars. Recent.

It's Qvist.

He ispolice. He's Danish police.

I escaped from him once.

In Copenhagen.

And now he's here.

You said we need to talk.

I think you need to tell us everything.

-Hi.

You have to eat.

What I need is a vodka.

All right, all right. Seven years.

Now's not the time to jump off the fucking wagon.

No.

Where are we?

Krusa. Near the border.

Shit. I slept.

That's okay.

Eat your sandwich, and then we'll swap.

There's no lookouts for you on the news, at least.

You should try Sylvia again.

What's her number?

2.

Fuck.

- Fuck. Fuck! - What is it?

- Martin, what is it?! - It's Huss.

Fuck!

What is it?!

Fuck.

My God.

Grappa. Even better than coffee.

Okay. Okay.

So...

Ravn?

- Ravn wants this. - Yes. And me.

And that's why you had to get out of Denmark.

- Yes. - And Qvist?

He wants me too.

And all I want is for my family to be safe somewhere.

Just together.

I was gonna run away again.

With Ida.

- Maybe I still should. - No. No.

You need to get some sleep,

so right now that's what you're gonna do.

And tomorrow -- tomorrow we're gonna --

we're gonna figure out what to do.

Huss?

Mor? Mor?

You can't get anything done properly these days.

All kinds of shit can flow from this killing.

All kinds of shit.

Who's Huss?

Huss is a friend.

He's -- He's a good friend.

Or he was. He's...

He's gone.

And another guy, Per,

who was just helping.

They shot him.

How can this be worth it?

How can any of this be fucking worth it?

Why the hell do you want to get sucked into

my screwed-up life, Adam?

The way I feel about you, I have no choice.

And I'm not going anywhere.

Nothing changes if you do nothing.

We have a plan.

Let's see if we can make it work?

Your friends, I think, they would not give up.

So we drink to them.

You go to Ida, you help her to sleep.

And then in the morning...

...the plan.

So, what do Ido?

Lend me your phone.

Thank you.

And then you go to the café and you act normal.

If anybody comes in asking questions,

you don't know anything.

Dad, that's just what we need you to do for now, okay?

And keep Ida safe.

Gonna hide her upstairs.

I don't want her left alone.

This time we don't go nowhere.

Good. And you promise me?

Promise.

Can we get this moving?

Yeah, we will.

You know what to do?

Yeah. Yeah.

I'm gonna need a pair of black gloves.

All right.

Yeah, two foreign guys

were around the other day looking for her.

And then just last night,

Dad said there was another guy

with, um, cuts on his face and a limp.

And have you seen her?

No. No.

I've seen someone very like her, though.

Bit taller with -- with dark hair.

She's with these, um, these two other two guys

Eastern European, I think.

Well, you did the right thing to report it.

The third man is a detective.

If you could help us put together a composite

of this other woman,

he might be able to identify her.

Can you do that?

Yeah. I can try.

Karmen Mesman.

She's Dutch. Freelancer.

She is worse than bad.

And she's looking for this other -- Robyn? Why?

Is there anything you can tell me about that woman?

No, not that I can remember. Sorry.

Where did you see her?

At a fund-raiser we were having.

She came in, checked out the crowd,

and then her and the other guys drove off.

Drove. Can you describe the car?

Yeah. It was a silver SUV.

Do you have a list of local car rental companies?

- Hey. - Hey.

Two places done. He's on his way to you now.

Make sure you time it right.

I will. How's he moving?

Not very well.

So, New Zealand?

Regardless of what Sylvia said?

I'm not going to London to hide.

I want to be with my family.

Fair enough.

I should have trusted you.

Hey...

We're all just doing our best.

You, - You be careful.

All right?

And you.

- Stay on that wagon? - I will.

Need a clear head.

It's gonna work.

Your blood, her prints, the passports. It's...

They're gonna think that she's killed you.

Yes. If it works.

It's gonna work.

And then Qvist -- Qvist is gone.

Sylvia.

Mr. Martini, you are in trouble for giving false evidence

and harboring a -- what do you call it? -- a fugitive.

How did you know?

I knew you were lying. It made sense to come back here.

My colleague, Ormerod, is gonna decide

who's gonna be arrested here.

It's his town, after all.

Asshole!

Now what?