All language subtitles for Domino 2019.en

- I hate places like this.
- Come on.

Coming.

- Good Morning.
- Good Morning.

Can I have an Americano, please.

What do you want?

- I'll just have black coffee.
- Two Americanos.

Forty-eight kroners
for a cup of coffee?

Yeah.

- Are you gonna eat?
- No, I'm not.

Can I have
a prosciutto sandwich.

And can you put some of those
tomatoes in there?

Of course.

Why didn't you clean the car?
It's disgusting!

What's your problem?

Everything you need
is just right here.

Where? Where's the address?
I don't know.

I mean, have a look.
Check the file.

There you go. Right there.

- Feed the computer.
- Feed it?

Is it Ulrich? No - No.

- Mads?
- Yeah that's it.

All right.

You better clean this car,
I'm not doing it this time.

- Right.
- No, I'm serious.

You sound like my nagging wife!

Speak of the devil.

- Hi, Honey, you're on speaker.
- Okay.

Hi, Hanne.

Hi, Christian.

Honey, could you swing
by the pharmacy

and pick up my medicines
on your way home?

Yeah, No problem - Thanks.

- Can I come to dinner tonight?
- Yes, of course.

- What are we having?
- Um...

I'll make Lai cook
some of her spicy chicken.

Great, we'll see
you after work then.

- Yeah, be careful out there.
- Yeah, I will.

- Everything all right?
- Mm-hm, fine.

Absolutely fine.

It's a really good deal.
And if we go for it now

- we can get it even cheaper.
- Uh-huh.

- It's a four-star hotel...
- Yeah.

- In the Canaries.
- Yeah.

It will do you good.

It is always miserable here
in January.

Yeah, tell that to Lars, he's
the one that doesn't want to go.

- Why don't you wanna go?
- Come on,

I can sit on a beach
when I'm old.

- I told her she can go alone.
- Yeah, he'll go with you.

No, I won't go,

- she can go alone.
- Oh, yes, you'll go.

No, I won't!

- You need the sun.
- That is so true.

Thanks a lot. Who is that?

- I should get going.
- Oh, oh.

- Someone has a date.
- You sound like my mother.

I sort of am.

That makes Lars
my sort of father.

No, it doesn't.
You should be going, right?

We are going to work tomorrow,
four to twelve.

He's so sweet,
he worries about my bedtime.

- Always.
- Could you be a darling

and take out
the garbage for me, please?

Of course. You pick me up?

- Yeah, make sure you are there.
- See you guys.

Lars?

Lars?

Shhhh.

- What is going on?
- I have to go to work.

You're not going anywhere.

No, you are not!

Really?

No.

I have to go.

You can let yourself out, okay?

Come here.

Really?

Sorry.

You look like shit.
Didn't get any sleep?

- Did you?
- I slept enough.

Report of a domestic dispute

on Thekla street.

- Anyone in the vicinity...
- No.

- Yes, we are.
- Oh, come on.

Let someone else do it.

Ten-four, Ten-four,
Nine-six-four-three-one,

we are on our way - Copy.

The address is 18,
Thekla Street, 6th floor.

Name is Farouk Hares.
H - A - R - E - S.

You should take
Hanne to the Canaries.

You know, take some time off.

Kick back, relax - Look,

we can crab a cup of coffee
after work then we can talk.

- Hold on.
- What?

We're on the wrong floor,
we need to go back down.

Hey, Farouk. Hey. Hey, buddy...

what's that on your shoes?

Hmm?

Stay down.

Take it easy.

Okay, Farouk,
I'm gonna stand you up now.

All right. Okay here we go.

Just stand there.

Now, take it easy.
Just stay there.

Go check on
the wife, she might be hurt.

Come on, that's top floor.

Why don't you do it?

Take it easy! Huh?

Lars.

What?

Give me your gun.

- My gun?
- Yeah.

- Why?
- I left mine at home.

I know. I know.

All right.

Here you go, be careful right?

You stay there and be quiet.

This is Lars Hansen,
nine-six-four-three-seven.

No.

What? No problem I'll wait.

Mrs. Hares?

Mrs. Hares?

Mrs. Hares, it's the police.

Yeah. All right.

We just apprehended a man
on Thekla Street.

No,
I haven't checked his ID yet.

Hold on.

Are you Farouk Hares?

Hmm?

Lars!

Lars!

Lars?

Fuck!

- Hold on. Hold on.
- He stabbed me.

Hello? Officer down
I need an ambulance

- to 18 Thekla Street,
- He had a knife.

4th floor and send backup.

Okay. Look at me.

- Look at me. Look at me.
- Yeah.

An ambulance is coming.

I'm fine.
I'm absolutely fine, okay.

- You okay? You sure?
- Yeah. Fine.

Go get him. All right?
Just go get the fucker.

- You okay?
- Go get him.

All right?

[suspenseful music playing.

Thank you. Jacob?

What?

They said that
he's got brain damage

and, um, they don't know
if he's gonna wake up again.

Of course he will.

What happened, Christian?

I know, I understand. Shh.

What happened?

Oh, my God.

Where was he stabbed?

He wasn't stabbed.
His throat was slit.

- Who got stabbed?
- Lars Hansen.

Couple of hours ago.

Out on Thekla Street.

- Is he alive though?
- Barely.

I should have stayed with him.
I made the wrong decision.

Why didn't you just shoot,
I mean it's...

I left my gun in the car.

What? You left your gun
in your car?

That van.
I ran the license plates.

- They don't exist.
- We know, we're on it.

What about
the crime scene techs?

Did they find anything yet?

You know misplacing
your service weapon

- is grounds for suspension?
- I didn't misplace it.

- I left it in the car.
- It is not up to me to decide

what misplaced means..

I know.

Fucking hell.

We lifted a perfect set
of prints.

Ezra Tarsi.

Thirty-eight. Born in Libya.

His family
were Coptic Christians.

Came to Denmark as a kid.

Family were granted citizenship
in '88.

Did his military service here.
Special forces.

Married in the late 90's.
Two kids.

Four years ago,
after Gaddafi's fall,

his parents went back to Libya.
His father is a doctor,

he wanted to help rebuild
the country.

He shouldn't have done that.

We believe Ezra's father
is 3rd from the right.

Here.

We got the list of names
from the Americans.

- From the FBI?
- Yeah.

When we went to Ezra's home,
it was like they'd just left.

There was still milk
in the fridge,

clothes in the drier
and even a cat.

They just took off.

Hi, you called Hanne and Lars.

Please leave a message
after the beep.

Hanne?

It's Alexandra Boe.

- Hi, Alex.
- Hi, um,

Wold put me
on the Lars Hansen case

and I just thought
I'd get a head start.

Okay.

So, you were there
when he was attacked?

No. No, I was, um,

I was upstairs,
in the crime scene.

Lars was down on the 4th floor
with the suspect.

I think he was on the phone
with command

when he was attacked.
It happened quickly.

So, you don't think
he was in a lot of pain?

I think it hurts being stabbed.

Yes, of course.

- Why did you leave him?
- What?

- Why did you leave him?
- I...

I didn't.

Lars wanted me to go
after Tarzi.

We spoke. He was totally there.

I mean, none of us knew
how deep the cut was.

He wanted me to go and I went.

Okay?

Hello?

Yes.

Look, there's a meeting
tomorrow at 9,

let's take it from there.

Fine.

Christian, I'm sorry. I'm sorry.

How are you doing?
You fought the attacker.

I'll see you tomorrow.

Fuck!

Well, haven't you got yourself
into a fine mess?

You ever killed
a police officer before?

If he survives,
and I'm betting he won't,

he will likely spend
the rest of his life

drooling in an institution,
which even here in Denmark

will earn you a hefty stretch.

Can you talk?

When I have something to say.

So, it's just a matter
of time, then.

Which you people
never have enough of.

You people?

So, you know who we are?

- CIA.
- Ahh, correct.

You let me know
when you're ready to talk.

Your name is Musa, right?

I'm Joe.
Do you speak English, Musa?

- Yes.
- Yes?

Speak up, Musa,
do you speak English?

Yes - Yes. Are you scared?

A little.

A little?
You got nothing to be scared of,

I'm just gonna ask you
a couple of questions. Okay?

Musa! Look at me. Okay?

You know what kind of knife
this is?

This is a knife
for killing people.

It's taken many lives.

It has done
some terrible things.

It's cut people's throats.
Chopped their fingers off.

Stabbed them.

Ever stabbed anybody, Musa?

You wanna hold it?

Come on, feel it.

Musa, I want you to hold it.
Pick up the knife.

Pick up the knife, Musa.
Pick it up.

Musa, I want you to pick it up,
hold it.

Pick up the knife.

I also have some pictures here

of the man who was killed
by that knife.

You want to see them?

Pretty gruesome, isn't it?

Ever seen anything
like that before?

I have a picture here of t
he man who did kill these...

Stop it!

Yeah?

I think we're done here.

Farouk Hares

was the proverbial
invisible man.

Proprietor of the most
reasonable

and highly regarded
grocery store at Nørrebro,

a Danish citizen,
paid his taxes,

faithfully sending money
back to his family in Libya.

He went to the mosque
once a week, nothing suspicious.

Until now.
He was tortured and killed.

His apartment was filled
with guns and explosives

and clearly he had
some information Tarzi wanted.

Not necessarily,

it could be revenge
for something or other.

You know, Farouk's grandfather
might have done something

to Ezra's grandfather.
You know we... we never forget.

True. But why torture him?

Sometimes,
killing is not enough.

There's gotta be some pain too,
you know.

We all want to be
on Omar's good side, obviously.

Among his tomatoes,
we found a Scorpio machine gun,

9.3 kilos of explosives,
military grade.

We're gonna release
the news of his murder today,

obviously without mentioning
the gun or the explosives.

Any thoughts?

You might wanna check out.

- Prima Vegitales in Spain.
- Yeah, Spanish police

is keeping an eye on them.

Also, Ezra Tarsi was abducted.

That might just mean
he wasn't acting alone.

No, no, no.

You know, I think I saw two,
maybe three guys,

they were armed,

and they didn't
help him escape, they took him.

He was abducted.

Alex, what do you think?

Tarzi's father was executed
by ISIS a few months ago,

so, I'd start there.

You're making
too much noise, Ezra.

We had eyes and ears on Farouk,

and he had friends
who are our enemies.

Yeah,
I heard you interrogated him,

so, I know that your objective
is the same as ours.

I know that Al-Din
had your father executed.

I also know that you people
never give up.

My guys in Tripoli never did...

and I'm guessing
that you won't either.

And I just have this feeling
that you'll find Al-Din

before he gets back to Libya.

What I don't want
is for the Danish police

to arrest him first

because not only
will they refuse to extradite,

they'll probably give him asylum

and a fucking pension, no doubt.

Why don't you do
your own dirty work?

Because we are bound
by conventions

and oversight committees.

I have VICE, New York Times,
Washington Post

all breathing down our necks,
nosing around our business,

I can't just go around
slitting throats

and chopping off fingers.

The Danes don't take
too kindly to that.

Can you pass the salt, please?

Well, maybe in Tripoli,

but not here
in fairy-tale Denmark.

More importantly,
you're very, very good.

And with you,
I don't just get a blood hound.

I get a pit bull too,
the most worthy of cross breeds.

This is personal to you.

I lost five men
and my job to that man.

Salar Al-Din should never have
been released from Guantanamo.

Admittedly, I should never
have lost sight of him in Libya.

You know,
he spent 11 years inside.

He was the model prisoner,

he did everything
that anybody asked of him.

Imagine the patience that takes.
Eleven years.

In the end,
they just had to let him go.

Took him less than two days
to disappear

once he got back to Libya.
That is why, my friend,

you are going back
to that parallel universe,

- so you can find him for me.
- How do you know I can?

Same reason you know you can,

you got a hell of a lot closer
to him than we did

and we're the fucking CIA,
you're a one-man band.

If I find him...

you let my family go?

Do you let my family go?

- When you find him...
- Yes.

- And you deliver him to me...
- Yes.

Then, yes, I'll let you
and your family go.

Where do you think you'll start?

If you heard my conversation
with Farouk,

you know I was on my way
to his nephew.

He put them in orange jumpsuits,

bullet in the back of the head,

decapitation of both.

Unless they put him
in a cage and set fire to him.

I mean, come on. I mean, look...
look at this video, look.

I mean,
even the way they shoot it,

it's like
they are professionals,

I mean the use of graphics,
slow motion,

even a drone shot.

I need some air.

I really don't understand
how you can eat

after watching those executions.

Just compartmentalize,
that's something Lars told me.

How long
have you known each other?

Hmm.

Almost eight years.

He helped me get sober.

We shared a love of two things:

Alcohol and police work,
very compatible.

So, he introduced me to AA,

then we became partners
and then...

then we became friends.

He always has my back.

- Do you know him well?
- No.

I'm... I'm not
a vengeful person, Christian,

I'm really not.

I'll find whoever did this,
I swear.

Thank you.

Hanne, let me take you home,
you need to get some sleep.

No, I'm not leaving his side.

Okay.

If you need anything,
you call me.

- Anything.
- Thank you.

Thank you so much.

Okay.

I can't hear them. Turn it up.

I'll come back and get you.

Calm down. It's gonna be fine.

Don't worry. I'll be back.

We'll be home soon.

Farouk sent me.

Do you know Al-Din?

Al-Din?

Al-Din.

Al-Din.

Al-Din.

So, our friend Al-Din
is in Brussels, huh?

Tonight's attack in Amsterdam

has left 15 dead
and at least 20 wounded.

ISIS has taken responsibility
for the attack

and has gone on record
stating that the bomb...

Yeah.

I figured you'd be interested

to learn that Hares' nephew
just fell off

a seven-story balcony
here in Copenhagen.

- Where?
- Ishøj.

Okay, text me the address,

get me whatever you can
find on the guy,

and then call me back, okay?

- Hey.
- Hey.

Christian.

What's going on?

Why would Wold
show up for a jumper?

I don't think
this is your typical jumper.

It's a long way down.

That's Farouk Hares' nephew.

My guess is they were both
killed by the same guy;

- Ezra Tarzi.
- There is going to be

an investigation, Christian,
in what happened to Lars.

Both because of the gun
but also because

you didn't help
a colleague in need.

Oh, wait a minute.

I'm going to have to take you

off the case - What?

Omar, hold on.
Wold, you can't do that.

Be at my office
tomorrow morning at 9:00

- and bring your gun.
- Wold.

- Yeah.
- Yusuf Hares rented a car

the day before yesterday
and then he reported it stolen.

It was just found in Brussels
a few hours ago, burned.

- Brussels?
- Yeah, Brussels.

You heard about
the shooting, right?

I'm coming in.

Peter, I need those prints
tonight. All of them.

Okay.

Ezra wants Al-Din
for the murder of his father

and you say Al-Din drove
a rental to Brussels.

Yeah.

Then Ezra is going to be
in Brussels as well.

We have to go to Brussels.

Should we clear this with Wold?

Yeah, of course. Yeah.

- I'll give him a call.
- Okay.

Give me one hour.

- Um, I'll pick you up at 10:00.
- Okay.

I love you.

Alex.

- Did Christian get in yet?
- No, I haven't seen him.

Okay, if you see him,
tell him to come to my office.

- That's Salar Al-Din?
- Yeah,

Christian thinks
that's the guy Ezra is after,

the one who killed his father.

Yeah. Hi, Joe, it's Wold.

Yes, it is.

Uh-huh.

Mm-hm.

Oh, I wouldn't have thought so.

You, my friend,
are a Jordanian diplomat,

Assad Kouard.

There's a passport
and a driver's license.

Now, one of those cell phones
you found in that apartment

yielded a very interesting piece
of information.

Two incoming calls
from a Café Moustafa in Almeria.

Now, the calls weren't answered,

- but could be a signal.
- From Almeria?

There's a ferry right
to North Africa.

Once he's there, forget it!

I don't know about you,
but I'm going to Almeria.

Here's your ticket.

You're booked on the first
flight in the morning.

I'll meet you at the café
sometime in the afternoon.

- Can I see my family?
- When you're done.

- That's when I'll see mine.
- Do you have any children?

Close the door on the way out.

Do you have any children?

- Hey, Hanne, everything okay?
- No.

He's gone, Christian.

- 20 minutes ago.
- Oh, my God.

I'm so sorry, Hanne.
Is there anything I can do?

No, no, I'm gonna be okay.

I'm gonna be sick.

Hanne, we'll get through this,
I promise you.

I'll, uh... I'll call you
tomorrow. Okay?

What the hell is going on?

Hey. Hey.

It's okay, it's okay.

We loved... we loved
each other so... so much.

What?

I was so in love with him.

What are you talking about?

With Lars.

No.

- No.
- He really loved me.

No.

It was not just an affair.
It's not what you think.

We were really in love
with each other.

We wanted a family together.
And he was going to leave Hanne.

- No.
- Yes.

- He was gonna leave... I know.
- Hanne is sick.

- But he was gonna leave her.
- She is sick.

- He was gonna leave her.
- No. Shut it. Shut up, shut up.

- He was gonna leave...
- He is dead!

Fuck.

This is pointless.
Let's get help from Copenhagen.

And as of this morning,
I'm no longer on the case.

I'm under investigation.

- I can get help.
- Yeah, if we need it.

- We need it, Christian.
- Yeah.

I would have known
if Lars was having an affair,

if he was leaving Hanne,
he would have told me.

He would have.

- Here we go.
- Okay.

- Hey.
- Hashish?

Enough therapy?

- It's Omar.
- Put it on speaker.

- Hello.
- Hey, it's Omar.

I had this facial recognition
program running

hoping to pick up Ezra.

It's tapping into the CCTV
system in Copenhagen.

And guess what?
I just found him.

Getting on a flight to Almeria

from Kastrup Airport

and the flight is SAS
and it departs at 07:40.

And by the way,
he cut off his hair and beard.

Thanks, Omar.

Find the airport.

Passport.

Hey, I need two tickets
to the south of Spain,

as soon as possible.

Yeah. I've got a direct flight
to Almeria,

- tomorrow morning at 6:00.
- Uh, no, um,

what about Malaga?

Yes, I've got a departure
to Malaga

- at 2:00 this afternoon.
- Perfect.

- Hi, it's Alex.
- Alex,

hey, you have to call Wold.

Why would an ISIS terrorist
escape to Almeria?

Probably to catch
the ferry to Melilla.

- Where is Melilla?
- It's in Morocco.

You know, once he's in
North Africa, he'd be safe.

Right, okay, got it.

We are police, both of us,
and we have guns.

I need your license
and your export documents

- to the EFP, please.
- Sure, I understand.

Do you have any forms
we can fill out?

You need to apply
three days ahead and...

I don't have three days,
what do we do?

You wanna catch your plane,
I'll need you gun, sir.

- Are you fucking kidding me?
- Forget it, it's Brussels.

- Thank you, ma'am.
- There you go.

- Have a safe flight.
- Thanks.

Whatever happened,
it's not gonna bring Lars back.

Hanna is a widow
in a wheelchair, but you...

you'll move on,
you'll find someone else,

you'll forget about him.

You're such a fucking asshole.

- What?
- Here!

Oh.

Just because someone called
from there

doesn't mean that
Al-Din will show up.

Well, that's for you
to find out, isn't it?

I better go check the ferry.

Don't you just love these

Mickey Mouse airport rentals.

Do you want me to drive?
You haven't slept for days.

- Neither have you.
- No, but I'm not pregnant.

I'm fine.

Couple of years ago I asked Lars
if he'd met someone else.

We were together
for three years.

Suddenly, he was so happy.

Started working out,

got a gym membership,
he even went twice.

He said he'd never cheat
on Hanne.

- Well, he lied to you.
- Yeah. Yes, he did.

There's that sign again.

Of course.

I bet Al-Din
is smuggling guns and explosives

to Almeria by boat.

Then he hides them
in tomato crates,

loaded onto trucks
like that one.

And that means he's got boats

going back and forth
from Morocco, Libya,

God knows where.

He's getting on a boat
to go home.

Mm-hm.

Hey, hey.

Mustafa.

- Al-Din?
- Salah Al-Din.

- Hey, is that Al-Din?
- You gotta be kidding me.

Yeah. All right,
let's follow him.

Here we go.

What's going on?

It's a distraction.

- What's that guy doing?
- Follow him.

I'll keep an eye on Al-Din.

Ole!

Ole!

Ole!

Ole!

Ole!

Ole!

Ole!

Christian?

- Can you hear me?
- Yeah.

Did you get Al-Din?

Yeah.

Yeah, but he's wounded.

What about you?

I'm fine. What do we do now?

I don't know.

Spanish police?

And forget about Ezra Tarzi?

No!

Where are you?

Look up.
You see that big Dura sign?

- Yeah, I can see it.
- That's where I am.

Okay, I'm coming.

- Yeah, it's Wold.
- Wold, it's Alex.

What time is it?

- What do you want?
- I'm in Almeria

with a wounded Al-Din.
The ISIS leader.

I know who Al-Din is.

What the hell are you doing
in Almeria?

I'm here with Christian Toft,

We tracked Ezra Tarzi down here.

They're on a rooftop
with a big neon sign.

It says Dura on it.

Okay. Don't do anything.

Don't contact the police,
I'll be in touch.

Fucking hell.

- Yes?
- Hi, Joe.

It's Wold - Mm-hm.

My people have Al-Din.

Will you just excuse me
for one moment.

Are you kidding me?

Because I happen to have
your Ezra Tarzi right here,

so how do you feel
about a little horse trade?

So, where are your people?

Dura?

Uh-hm.

Okay.

I'm afraid you're going to have
to give me that knife now.

- Hand it over.
- Why?

Just give it to me.

Christian?

He says not to call
the local police.

He's going to call me
back, though.

I'm trying to get to you,

but it's just teeming
with people here.

- Detective Christian Toft?
- Joe Martin?

Correct.

Wold told me about
your little deal.

Good - You got Tarzi?

- I certainly do.
- Bring him in.

Whoa, whoa.

Call an ambulance!

Tarzi, move away.

- Call an ambulance.
- Move away.

He lives and I get
my family back.

Move the fuck away.

Shoot me.

Hey, easy now.

Hey, hold on, hold on.

This deal's off, Al-Din's dead,

Ezra's coming with me.

Oh, no, he's not.

I'm the CIA, and this man
has a lot more work

he can do for us.

I don't give a fuck who you are.

He killed my partner,
he is coming back to Denmark.

Detective, it's rare to find
this kind of talent,

it's personal to him,
he's avenging his father

and I have him on a leash.

You can't buy that kind
of commitment.

Nothing works like vengeance,
and this man

has plenty of vengeance left
in him.

Oh, Christ.

You feel good
avenging your lover?

How did you know?

We're Americans,
we read your emails.

Hey. Let me take this.

I do feel better.

Hey.