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TALLINN, ESTONIA

Good evening.

My niece wants a bicycle for
Christmas.

It's pretty, but I don't like red.
Do you have it in blue?

- Do you want me to order one?
- Please can I have it?

Nothing is certain in life.

Christmas is a long time away.

Maybe you'll get it, maybe you
won't.

I think I'll get it.

God willing.

We'll see...

RIDERS OF JUSTICE

It's Dad.

Hi, honey. Is everything okay?

Everything's okay.
Has Mathilde left yet?

No, her bike was stolen at the station,
so I'm driving her.

But the car won't start.

- Should I call back later then?
- No, she'll be late now anyway.

What's up?

They've asked me to stay.

For how long?

Three months.

So he's not coming home?

No.

Oh.

At least he won't be sitting in the barn,
staring into space like a vegetable.

Come on, we'll walk to the train.
Put the phone away.

Let's go.
We'll take the day off.

So the algorithm
concluded unequivocally

that the lowest income group
drove Kia, Fiat and Hyundai.

The middle income group drove the
larger Toyota models, Ford, Volvo,

while the top group predominantly
chose Mercedes, Tesla and Audi.

So how did it do this? Well...

- Let me stop you there, Otto.
- Yes.

How long have you and your
"team" spent on this algorithm?

Oh boy, it's difficult to say
exactly.

- 46 weeks.
- But we mainly did it at night.

So we've spent a year and a fortune
on an algorithm that can figure out

that poor people drive Kia
and the rich Mercedes?

But the interesting part is
that the algorithm itself found

and collocated 82,504 registration
certificates with tax returns

from 46 municipalities to
generate the statistical basis.

Are any of those correlations
of interest to us, Otto?

Sure, but that isn't the goal.
You have to think bigger.

This algorithm can in theory,
when we've developed the computing power

predict events before they
happen.

Try and explain that to us.
Events such as?

All events are products
of a series of preceding events.

Because we often have insufficient data,
we categorize events as "coincidences".

But they aren't. When an intoxicated
driver crashes a car during a blizzard,

we don't call it a coincidence,
as we have precisely the data needed

to form a causal conclusion,
we often even call it obvious.

But imagine if the flaw was
discovered before it could occur...

What is "macrodactyly"?

It means clubfoot.

My aunt in the city of Horsens
suffers from it on both feet.

So your algorithm has also
examined

if there's a correlation between having
a clubfoot and being hard of hearing?

- That's one of my favourite topics.
- Lennart, let me.

Here, the algorithm gathered 41,534
patient records from 1912 to 2020.

The earliest it found
was quite amusingly...

Was there a correlation, then,
between being clubfooted and hard of hearing?

Correlation?

No, not at all.

- It was pretty.
- It really was.

Please, take my seat.
There's room for one.

There's no need. I'm fine.

By all means.
I need to stretch my legs.

- Thank you.
- You're welcome.

Mom?

Mom!

Good work, boys.

We'll meet up in the tent
for debriefing in 5.

The police are examining the crash site.

All train operations are suspended
until 6 a.m. tomorrow.

The police have ruled out terror

as everything points to an accident.

The accident happened at 3:31 p.m.

It seems part of a parked freight train
collided with the oncoming train.

Mainly the right-hand side
of the three front carriages incurred damages.

The death toll is now at 11.
It has been confirmed

that biker gang member Johan "Eagle"
Ulrichsen and his lawyer are among them.

The Eagle was set to testify against his former
gang, Riders of Justice

including the leader of the gang,
Kurt "Tandem" Olesen.

The case in question is the high-profile
Kaalund Street homicide case

in which four Turkish men
were murdered.

Are we going home now?

I don't know.

Not yet, I think.

People go through four phases,
the shock phase in which you and Mathilde are now.

- The reaction phase...
- I'd like to see my wife.

- I strongly advise against that.
- I'd like to see her.

- You...
- Stop talking. I want to see my wife.

I've worked with probability calculation
and statistical data for over 26 years

and there are too many indications
that this wasn't an accident.

Such as?

The probability of a key witness
in a gang-related homicide case

- and his lawyer dying in an accident
13 days before he is to testify

- is, according to my calculations... Let's see.

1 to 234,287,121.

Too big of a number
for it to be ignored.

It is most unfortunate.
But nothing indicates

that it was anything other
than an accident.

The numbers do.
The numbers never lie.

But that would require someone with
Riders of Justice knowing exactly

which carriage and where in the
compartment the Eagle would be sitting.

- It doesn't make any sense.
- Isn't your job to make sense of it?

All I'm saying is
it's too big of a number.

And we are very grateful for that.
We'll look into it.

Thank you for stopping by.

The problem we're left with is that I also
noticed a suspicious-looking man

getting off the train
right before the "accident".

Okay?
What was suspicious about him?

He got on the train with a Joe and the
Juice sandwich and a large juice

but he only ate a small bite
and didn't drink any of the juice.

And he suddenly stood up

and threw the entire sandwich
and juice in the trash

and got off the train.

Right...

A Joe and the Juice sandwich
costs 7 euros and 37 cents,

8 euros 10 if it's with extra filling,
and a large juice costs 7 euros.

No one throws away more than 14 euros
worth of sandwich and juice like that.

- We'll look into it.
- Thank you for your help, Mr. Hoffmann.

Car breaks down

Dad calls.
Take the long way round.

Sirius.
Thinking of you.

You're sweet.

- I'll come inside in just a sec.
- I want to go to school after all.

I don't think you should. If you want to
get outside a bit, we can go for a run.

I want to go to school.

Have you stopped running?

- No.
- When did you last go for a run?

I don't know.

Then you aren't running three
times a week like we agreed.

- Mathilde, it's for your own sake...
- You're such a dick.

Mathilde.

Why don't I drive you then?

It wasn't an accident.

It was an assassination.
But I can't prove it.

But if you can hack into Fitness World's server,
that might help.

Fitness World? The chain of
gyms?

- No, the stone masonry, Lennart.
- Be nice to me or I'm not gonna help.

Sorry. But would you be able to?

A blind kid can do that with its
feet.

I've hacked their servers lots
of times.

You've hacked their servers
plenty of times?

- To get Emmenthaler free Pilates.
- Emmenthaler does Pilates?

Jeez! See how little
you know about your team!

Emmenthaler has been suffering
from back pains the past three years!

What do you expect to find
on their server?

The Eagle.

The Eagle worked out every day,
which indicates that he was methodical.

If we can prove that he also used
the same treadmill every day,

there are grounds to believe that he
would also pick the same train seat

and then they would've known
where he'd be sitting.

- Okay.
- Thanks, Lennart.

I have to renew
my crossfit card anyway.

When miracles happen,
we often attribute a divine character to them.

However, when lightning strikes,
when a tragedy becomes reality,

we have a hard time
assigning a return address

and thus, we refer to it
as coincidences.

Because how could a merciful God
ever be part of as cruel a tragedy

as the one, which tore your beloved
mother and wife, Emma, from you?

But if everything is merely coincidences,
isn't the most natural reaction then

to feel that nothing matters?

Then where do we go
with all our sorrow,

all our anger,
all our fears and loneliness?

- What's up, sweetie?
- I can't sleep.

Try closing your eyes
and counting backwards from 500.

- Why do you think Mom died?
- No good'll come from talking about it.

- You really think it was a coincidence?
- Yes. I'll walk you to your room.

- But what if it wasn't a coincidence?
- What else would it be?

I don't know.

- God?
- Stop it.

Forget about that priest.
She didn't understand half of her own nonsense.

Try to close your eyes and sleep, sweetie.

Grandpa believed in God.

Sure, but he wasn't all that
smart.

But didn't you when you were a
kid?

I also believed in Santa.
But when you grow up,

you have to be able to distinguish
between reality and fantasy.

The priest was certain that God had
a reason for why Mom had to die.

- We just don't understand it.
- Dammit, listen to yourself.

It's the kind of stuff crazy
people say.

Sorry.

I just miss her so much.

And I can't stand the thought
that she's... all alone.

I understand.

But she's not alone.

She's nothing now.
She's gone.

- It's so unfair.
- Yeah.

When people die,
they're gone for good, sweetie.

And you might as well learn that now.
For unless you also die at a young age,

you will end up burying
most of the people you love.

And if you keep tormenting yourself
every single time with false hope

about souls and little angels
in the clouds, you'll go crazy.

Okay?

Now...

Close your eyes and sleep.

Count backwards from 500. It
helps.

- Yes?
- Markus Hansen?

Good evening. My name is Otto Hoffmann,
and this is Lennart.

I was on the same train
as your wife and daughter.

Is your daughter okay?

- How did you get my address?
- That was easy.

I told Otto to call first,
but he insisted...

I was standing right next
to your wife and your daughter.

What do you want?

I think you have the right to
know that it wasn't an accident.

Do you know who the biker gang
member Johan "The Eagle" Ulrichsen is?

- May I...?
- Sure.

- I'll just move these...
- This sure is some barn.

It's disproportionately large
compared to the main building.

Do you know what year it was
built?

No. What is all this?

These are status certificates
from the Eagle's doctor,

medical records, criminal record,
bank information,

phone records and text
messages.

Where did you get all this?

- Lennart is good at finding things.
- It's not illegal.

Or, well, it is illegal.
But not very.

The penalty matches that of building a
private wooden pier without a permit.

Why wasn't it an accident?

Because the security material
from Fitness World shows us

that he wasn't just a man of
habit but suffered from OCD

which his medicine card also
confirms.

He was on Citalopram and Diazepam,
which is given to OCD patients.

And his criminal record shows six
cases of assault on various train lines.

Most recently in November this year,

when he kicked a retired gardener in the face

when he refused to give up his seat.

So we have the massive statistical anomaly,

we know Riders of Justice knew that the Eagle,
because of his OCD

always sat
in the second carriage, row two.

And we also have him.

- Who is that?
- We don't know yet.

But he debarked quickly at the station
where your wife and daughter got on,

mere seconds before the accident.

- But surely a lot of people did?
- Right.

But this guy threw out a whole
sandwich and a full juice.

The previous night, the same man was
at Østerport Station at 10:14 p.m.

where there was free access
to the parked freight train

which later hit the passenger
train.

- Have you told the police about this?
- We can't exactly show them this.

But we've talked to the police three times.
They couldn't care less.

They just think we're a couple
of overly intelligent charlatans.

This guy is the key.
We just have to figure out who he is.

We're on it,
but it isn't easy right now.

We have considerable disagreements
with our facial recognition expert.

Can you resolve those disagreements
and find out who that man is?

We have to get Emmenthaler on
board.

- We need him.
- No way!

Wasn't that a great barn, huh?
Just like the one we had back home in Horsens.

- Are you sure you want to reverse here?
- Yeah, there's lots of room.

Watch out for the rock.

The shock phase is very individual.
Some want care, contact and conversation.

Others just want to be left alone,
and both ways are perfectly okay.

But we offer both of you cognitive therapy,
individually or together.

Thank you. I'll let you know
if that becomes necessary.

We can have both a child and an
adult psychologist visit you at home.

- I think that's a great idea.
- I don't want it.

- Why not?
- Often, you're not aware of the...

We're trying to get our lives back,
so we don't want people running around.

Come along.

It's Dad again.
It's quarter past now, Mathilde.

Call me back in five minutes,
or I'm gonna go looking for you.

- Buster and Gustav were annoying.
- They never talked to me before...

Mathilde! It's 10:30.
Why don't you answer your phone?

- Sorry. We went to the movies...
- You have to tell me that!

- And you shouldn't be out at 10:30.
- I'm allowed. Mom and I agreed on 11.

- Go home. Inside!
- Sure, but you don't have to shout.

- What was that?
- I'll go.

But using that tone with Mathilde
is not what she needs now.

What the fuck are you doing?
You're insane!

Sweetie, open the door.
Come on.

Why don't you just kick it in,
you fucking psycho?!

Mathilde, I didn't mean to hit him that hard.

I shouldn't have hit him.

Who is he?

- Is he your boyfriend?
- I don't know now that you beat him up!

Yeah, that was kinda...
I didn't know he was your boyfriend.

No, because you were never around.
You don't know anything about me.

You don't know me at all!

Please open the door.

I've gone to bed.

Right...

Then sleep tight.

I'll see you tomorrow, okay?

We miss the first train
Man offers Mom seat

Car breaks down

Bike stolen

- What do you want?
- It's Otto and Lennart.

I can see that. Go away.

Come on, Emmenthaler. We need you.
We're unraveling a murder case.

We've brought pizza.

I've got him.
Aharon Nahas Shadid, 38.

Works as a clinical dental
technician.

Nazlet Al Seman Al Kebli 21,

Nazlet El-Semman Al Haram,
Cairo, Egypt.

- Then it isn't him.
- Yes, it is.

He's the only match above the 99.12%
biometrical marker threshold limit.

Please stick to matches
with Danish addresses.

I'm telling you,
there is no fucking balls match in piss Denmark.

What's the highest match percentage
you've got on a person in Denmark?

I haven't looked at that at all.
There's no one over the 99.12% threshold.

But what if, for example,

we lowered the threshold
to 95% compatibility?

Sure, but it wouldn't make any
sense.

To qualify for the Olympic high jump,
there's a minimum requirement...

I'm not gonna listen to that fucking
Olympics story a third time!

We get your point,
but we're asking you to change it,

so that we don't just find people in
fucking South America and Africa.

We'll just fucking shit
call it a day here.

I won't stand for this cunt dick.
Take your pizza and get out!

You already ate it, you fat pig.

Take it easy... both of you.

Emmenthaler, listen.

Both photos of the man
were taken from a high angle

so any match will be subject to
uncertainty no matter what, correct?

Sure, we don't have enough data
for a 100% match no matter what.

Exactly. So we're asking you to show
us what you've found in Denmark.

Okay, but it just doesn't
make any sense.

There's one right there at 95.84%. Can we see him?

Please?

That's him.
That's the fucking guy.

I recognize him from the train.

Palle Olesen.

Look here.

Fuck.

Good morning, sweetie.
Are you hungry?

- I bought eggs and rye bread.
- I don't eat eggs.

Can't you spend less time
hiding all your empty cans

and empty the ashtray instead?
It's really gross.

What can I do
to make things right again?

Should I call him?
Talk to his parents and apologize?

He told his mom he fell,
because he doesn't believe in revenge.

I'm sorry.

He could've reported you to the police.
You gave him a black eye.

What if I made spaghetti
Bolognese?

We could all eat here and I could meet him,
apologize to him properly.

Spaghetti Bolognese?
Do you think we are three years old?

So we'll get takeout.
Just tell me what you want.

Come on, Mathilde.
I'm doing my best here.

I'll ask him.

There's the barn, Emmenthaler.

Hi.

This is Emmenthaler.

Did you find out who he is?

Everyone has been eager to see the barn,
so why don't we go over there and talk?

His name is Palle Olesen,
and this is where it gets interesting.

He's a trained electrical engineer
specializing in train components.

He got off before the accident and hung
out by the freight car the night before?

It gets even better.
He's the brother

of Kurt "Tandem" Olesen,
president of Riders of Justice.

- The Eagle was testifying against him.
- Shut up. He knows!

He's just processing it all...

So they're brothers.

We're all aware that we're on our way
to meet a psycho gang member, right?

His brother is a gang member.

He's an electrical engineer
specializing in train components.

Narcotics, assault, aggravated assault,
aggravated assault,

theft, complicity in manslaughter,

horse theft, possession of a narcotic,
illegal possession of a firearm...

So an electrical engineer specializing in trains,
who moves in bad circles.

And stole a horse.

And at some point he stole a horse,
but that doesn't make him a gang member.

We'll see his reaction when we mention
the accident and then go to the police.

- Go for a ride. He isn't ready yet.
- Hello, my name is Markus.

So what? He still isn't ready.
Go for a drive.

You don't understand.
My wife was on the train that crashed.

- So was he.
- I survived.

- We know that you were on it, too...
- What the fuck is this?

- We'd like to ask you...
- I think you should fuck off.

- Look...
- Shut the fuck up!

Do you want a bullet between the eyes? Fuck off.

And take your three little piggies with you.
I said, fuck off!

Well, that's clarified, then.

Markus, no, no...

Fucking...

Is he dead?

Yes.

- Should I call the police?
- No. We can't do that.

- It was self-defense.
- No police. Let's get out of here.

If we don't report it,
we at least have to get rid of the body.

Forensic evidence brings down the
perpetrator in 87.4% of all homicides.

Markus's DNA is all over him.
Emmenthaler, get in here and help.

- Now! Before someone sees you.
- We can't take him with us.

It's so outrageously illegal.
I want no part in that.

It was a mistake.

I shouldn't have done it.

I made a mistake.

Let's go.

He deserved it.

He deserved it.

If you knew how many times piss
assholes like him have been on my case.

You're not so tough now, huh?

Try bullying us now,
you fucking piss shit.

Who's a little piggy now,
you fucking cunt dick?

Emmenthaler, easy now.

- Cunt!
- Easy now.

Okay? Good.

- Let's get going.
- What about him?

We're not bringing a dead man.

Let me at least find some detergent
with DNA-dissolving components.

Good idea. Something containing
sodium hydroxide or hydrogen nitrite.

- Benzyl sulfonamide would be best.
- Give the chemistry lesson a rest!

Go wait in the car. I'll handle
it.

Have you killed someone before?

It certainly didn't look like
it was your first time.

I'm sure you've always worn
a uniform when you've done that.

Let's be quiet, Emmenthaler.

I know how you're feeling,
Markus.

It might not be exactly the same,
but as a kid, I loved playing the French horn.

- How do you make that correspond to...
- Let me finish!

Fucking interrupting all the time!
What I'm trying to say is:

I played in the Tivoli Orchestra in my
red uniform and black bear-skin hat,

but when I turned 17,
you weren't allowed to be a part of it anymore.

Then you're on your own.

I tried playing a couple of
times, but ...

It was as if it had been me and
the uniform playing together

and I couldn't do it by
myself.

Perhaps we should listen to some
music?

There.

- I'm not driving all the way up.
- Is he grabbing a cab?

I'm not reversing back out.
Last time I almost hit the fence.

Drive him to the house, fucking
cunt.

Will you pay for the bodywork
if I hit anything?

- Hi. Sirius is here.
- Yeah.

Hi, Sirius. And I'm sorry.

No need to apologize.
It is a difficult time for you both.

Yup. Okay, good.

There's a clear correlation between
your job and how you handle life crises.

A yoga instructor will meditate
their way out of the problems.

An athlete will implement a competitive
element in a conflict solution model

and so on.

And violence is part of your
work and everyday life, after all.

It's part of you, Dad,
and probably has been so for so long

that it has become the only
solution strategy you know.

Do you understand
what we're trying to say?

I think so.

What if you're a baker?

How does a baker solve
conflicts?

Naturally, the model doesn't
apply to all occupations.

Oh, it's that sort of model.

- What else did you guys do today?
- You need to get some help, Dad.

Have you talked to anyone?

- Sure.
- Who?

You. We talk.

Sirius meant a professional.
And, no, we don't.

Well, I think we do.

My mom is a psychologist
and available if you're...

Stop it, Mathilde.

- What do you want me to do?
- You need help, Dad.

Please let those crisis psychologists come.
It would be good for both of us.

I can't do that, sweetie.
Not right now. I can't deal with it.

Today, the verdict was passed in the case
of the Kaalund Street killings.

Two members of Riders of Justice
were sentenced to 16 years in prison

while the president,
Kurt "Tandem" Olesen

seen here leaving the court with his right hand,
Kenneth "Turbot" Jensen

was acquitted on all charges.

Naturally, we are disappointed,
but without the Eagle's testimony

we practically had nothing.
It couldn't be more unfortunate.

Kurt, a quick comment?

Today is a great day for my brothers
and me and for justice in general.

But is there much cause for celebrating,
considering your brother's death?

My brother would have wanted us to celebrate
that justice has prevailed.

So we will.

- Thank you all for coming.
- Why are we here?

I want you to find everything
you can on Riders of Justice.

How many members, what crimes
they've been convicted and suspected of,

names, addresses, family relations,
where they hang out and so on.

Can it be done without anybody
being able to trace it?

- We get that it's super easy for you.
- It's super easy for me.

- What do you want all that for?
- I want to avenge my wife.

You want to kill them?

- I'm in!
- No.

Just get me close to them.
I'll do the rest.

- We want to do it all.
- We've discussed something similar.

- It's a great idea. I'd like to help.
- Me too!

We haven't talked about murder.

No, but you wanted to drain their accounts
and sign them up to lots of memberships.

There's a pretty big leap
from that to murder.

My point is we've discussed revenge.
If you consider the deal we're entering,

Markus will be handling
the very illegal part of it.

Otto, it's a biker gang.
We're not bombing a kindergarten. We're in.

Look, we'll gather the information,
but we won't kill anyone.

- I knew it!
- You're such a poor leader.

That's how we'll do it, then.
You get the info, and I'll handle the rest.

- Call me if you need to, okay?
- Yes.

See you.

- Hi.
- Hi, sweetie. Home so soon?

It's Wednesday. School finishes at two.
What's going on?

That guy was on the train.
Him and Mom talked.

That's right, so that's Otto.
Yes, he was on the train.

- What's going on, Dad?
- Well, he...

I'll tell you.

We've set up a confrontation
between your father and Otto.

Otto feels guilty about giving
your mother his seat on the train.

- It has proven very beneficial.
- Very, very beneficial.

Yeah, that's what we're doing,
Mathilde.

Oh Dad, thank you.

I was so hoping you'd let them come.
I also want to talk to them.

Right... To who?

The crisis psychologists.

- You are psychologists, right?
- Sure. That's exactly right.

Are you a child
or an adult psychologist?

Adult.

Dr. M.D., Ph.D. Lennart Horsens...
Horsenstownfarm.

Hi. And my colleague,
child psychologist Ulf Emmenthaler.

Ulf Emmenthaler.
Crisis child psychologist.

Hi. I'm somewhere in between.
What would you advise me to do?

From a therapeutic standpoint,
you're an adult. You should talk to me.

- Or maybe you should wait.
- No, that's why we're here.

It's good to break down
the initial barriers right away.

Come with me, Mathilde.

Lennart's brilliant.

He's seen more than 25 different
psychologists in 40 years.

He's in personal contact with
pretty much every diagnosis.

The other day, Sirius and I saw a
dog get run over. It bled and wailed.

- Now you're afraid of getting run over.
- No...

It's just that I didn't feel sorry for the dog,
I didn't feel anything.

Perhaps it's because
you've just lost your mother...

I don't buy that because
my mom died and I'm grieving,

I don't have the emotional
capacity to feel for others.

That's not what I was going to
say.

I was going to say something completely different,
but it doesn't matter now.

I'm afraid I'm like my dad.

I'm sad every morning, don't care about anything.
I don't want to do anything.

Well, of course, you resemble your dad.
You have his genes.

And if I have kids,
they'll have those genes

and won't give a damn about
anyone else and be cold and violent.

- You can't say that for sure.
- Statistically, they will.

Statistically, you could drown
in a puddle.

But you're not afraid of that.

Only good thing is after all this crap,
it's unlikely more is going to happen.

That's not how statistics work.

A lot of awful things can
still happen in your life.

They probably will.

But there will also be good things.
That's what we should focus on now.

Do you remember the first time you saw
something truly horrific? Like on TV?

Yes. We once saw footage from Auschwitz in school.

- There were dead bodies in piles.
- Oh, yes.

- Did that make you sad?
- Yes.

Or more scared at least.
But then I wasn't that big back then.

Or, you know, I was big

but I wasn't that old, I mean.

Resembles Dad
Fears being chubby

I wouldn't be too worried.
If there's one thing I learned back in Horsens

it's that people tend to stop reacting
emotionally when faced with repetition.

We don't laugh at the same joke
for the third time.

At some point, we stop crying when
we're abused again and again and again

by your dad and uncles,

out in a barn, for instance.

My point is that emotions arise when
we are surprised or stimulated.

And there's death and mutilation
every day on YouTube and TV,

which is why you don't feel
anything.

- You really think it's just that?
- Absolutely. You're not dead inside.

But you're chubby.

- What?
- You're a chubby little salami.

Does he speak Danish?

Do you speak Danish?

- What did you tell the police?
- Nothing. I see nothing, hear nothing.

- I'm like a little potato.
- See this?

Maybe it'll jog your memory.
Do you remember your name?

Bodashka Lytvynenko.

Yeah, that's not gonna work.

You're Jens-Ole.
It's easier for us to remember.

Much easier for everyone.
Thank you. Thank you for new name.

You're welcome.

If you don't start remembering,
I'll break your little faggot fingers.

The last thing you'll hear
is this one saying bang!

I only saw one man.

He well-dressed in clothes,
handsome man.

Looks like guitarist from Queen
rock band.

But then I hear them shouting
one name.

One name. Anal-thaler.

- Anal-thaler?
- No, no.

Anal-thaler. Like cheese
sandwich.

They yell it many times.

Ellemtaner?

Or... Emmentaler.

Emmentaler.

That's it.

- Want a hand with the wires?
- No, I'll connect them myself.

Step away from the wires! Step
away!

Step away.

Sorry.

But if anything can get my blood boiling,
it's monitors with bad resolution.

Look at Lennart's shitty resolution.
My eyes are going to hurt.

You're still very close to the wires,
please step away.

Step away from the wires!

Okay, one more. A big sip.

One more.

You can do better.

- What are you doing?
- Drinking coke upside down. Impossible!

- Lennart, Otto, come with me.
- Not during a session.

And now ice cream. Knock yourself out.
Eat loads of ice cream.

- Mathilde, don't eat that junk.
- Don't listen to him. Eat. Eat!

- Outside, now.
- You're not at work. Don't bark orders.

- Lennart knows what he's doing.
- Spit out that junk.

Now is the time to stand your ground. Go on!

Dad...
I'm not afraid of being fat.

And I'm done trying to look like a...
starved sled dog,

just because you're afraid of
having an overweight daughter.

Classic cognitive therapy. Lennart does
not use gradual exposure but flooding.

Mathilde faces her demons. Like putting
a patient with vertigo on a skyscraper.

- Do you work on a Core i9?
- I most certainly do.

Piss moron! How can I track anything
on such a small cunt processor?

Someone has to go get my servers
and my monitors right now.

Or I'll never get started on this fucking
piss shit. Tiny shitty fuck computer.

I won't listen to that arrogant diva!
How dare you, you fat pig?!

As if your equipment is so superior!
I'm not hauling that trailer around!

Pussy monitors!

What's going on, Dad?

It's MBT, isn't it?

Well spotted, Sirius.
MBT is just what it is.

- What's MBT?
- We'll get to that later.

We have to get some stuff
at Emmenthaler's place.

- Yup.
- Mentalization-based therapy.

You do role-play and simulations
to provoke an emotional response.

- That's a simplified explanation...
- Lennart!

Now listen up...!

Something's completely off.

It works. Look.

Your dad's interacting. Never mind the method.
It's the results that matter.

He's acting weirder than ever
before.

What are they doing with
that computer in the barn?

Don't say another word to her or do anything else.
Is that clear?

She's afraid of gaining weight because
you're constantly on her case.

- We're just helping her.
- She doesn't need help.

I've had over 4,000 hours of therapy,
so I think I know more about it than you.

Do you feel like those 4,000 hours have helped?

Says the man who snaps people's
necks

but is afraid of a bit of Coca Cola
and harlequin ice cream.

You need help, Markus.
And there's nothing embarrassing about that.

What's important now is that you
too start working on yourself.

- Why can't she believe in God?
- Stop.

She's trying to make sense of it all.
She misses her mother.

- I said stop.
- Maybe, but that's not how it works.

Once you agree to active therapy,
you can't just stop when it hurts.

I'm going to beat the living daylights
out of you both if you don't stop now.

Not another word.

No, let me tell you an
educational...

- No! I'm sorry.
- What are you doing?

- No, no, no!
- Hey, don't do that.

- Please don't.
- Stop that!

I'll be good, I promise.
No, no, no!

Don't do it. No.

Sorry! Sorry!

For fuck's sake.

- I...
- We don't have to talk about it.

- I'm not from Horsens.
- Stop talking. I don't want to hear it.

I've always lied about it.

I'm from Randers.

Is that them?

Let me see... It might be this
one.

- Look at them. Is that them?
- Yes, that's him.

Get down!

No! Don't kill him!

Don't kill him.

He's seen us.

We'll take him with us.

- Are you going to kill me?
- Nobody's killing anyone here.

- Relax. What's your name?
- Bodashka Lytvynenko.

Many call me Jens-Ole

and you can, too, many times.

No, why would we? We'll call you...
that thing you said first.

Do you have a cell phone?

If they know who I am,
I can't go back home.

You'll have to stay here for
now.

- Shouldn't we all stay here tonight?
- Yes.

We also need to get some weapons
so we can defend ourselves.

- Can you do the job with Lennart's gear?
- Yes.

But it won't be pleasurable
with those monitors.

It's madness to not give us weapons
now and teach us how to shoot.

No weapons!

So I have to destroy my eyes
in a freezing fucking barn,

finding a huge amount of data
on a tiny crap computer.

If I can't get my own piece of revenge,
I'm not sure I want to be part of it.

All this screams revenge.

I'm not lifting a finger if I don't get
weapons training right here and now.

Okay... Get the equipment up and running,
then I'll train you.

Find everything you can on all the gang members,
and focus on Kurt.

Okay. Let's just shoot some birds for starters.

Or a fox. Can't we just shoot
one fox each and that's it?

- Yes. Just get to work.
- What about Bodashka?

My mom paid our au pair extra,
because she thought the wage was way too low.

But that depends on how much
Bodashka will be working here.

Just the usual, I guess.
37 hours, right, Markus?

30 hours per week is
the maximum for au pairs.

37 hours is very fine for me.

How much did you work at the
last place?

- Different. 10-12 hours every day.
- People are assholes.

- And how much did they pay you?
- Well...

I earn about 12,000 euros per
month,

but I only keep 250.

We'll say 30 hours,
and if it ends up being more, we'll pay extra.

- Won't you stay, Dad?
- Let him go, Mathilde.

It's important
that he's allowed to withdraw.

- Do you play chess, Mathilde?
- No.

But we can play Star of Africa.
We've played that a lot.

I had colleague
who was called Star of Africa.

He was strangled New Year's Eve
by a regular client.

- Lennart?
- Yes.

Do you want to fuck in my ass before
you go to sleep? So you can sleep well?

No.

No, thank you.

We have a long day ahead of us
tomorrow.

Thanks but no thanks.

Okay.
Good night.

Good night.

Lennart?

Thank you for saving me.

And thank you
for not fucking in my ass.

Don't mention it.
Sleep tight, buddy.

- Good night, Emmenthaler.
- Good night, Otto.

Hi. Where's my dad?

He's at morning therapy.

- In the barn?
- Yes.

Well, tell him I said hi
and have a nice day.

You're missing a button here.

I'll sew it tonight.

Wait.

There.
You're very, very beautiful.

- Don't forget lunch.
- Thanks.

- Have a nice school day.
- Thanks, bye.

Kurt "Tandem" Olesen.
Death sentence.

Kenneth "Turbot" Jensen.
Death sentence.

Noah "Monkey" Frandsen.
Death sentence.

Wouldn't it be easier to name
the ones not sentenced to death?

Anker Trier, Tim "Thrasher" Petersen and
Vitus "Porky" Clausen are off the hook.

They all have small children.

Aren't we being too harsh?
That's 22 killings.

They tried to kill us. They know who we
are and won't stop unless we kill them.

So now we're doing it
like we agreed on.

The moment they realize they're under attack,
it'll be harder to get to Kurt.

It already is. He's never alone,
he's always got 10 men around him.

How about killing one of them and
make it look like an accident

and then whack the rest
at the funeral?

There'll be women and children
at a funeral. We can't do that.

- What about their clubhouse?
- Lennart.

Move!

Even though the resolution on
these monitors is really poor

you can make out how the clubhouse
is under constant surveillance

by the police and Danish intelligence.
It's impossible.

But I know where they are 24/7 and I'm
tracking their cell phones and emails.

We'll wait for a chance to get at Kurt
with at most 5-6 men around him.

If it's bigger than that,
we can help out.

Especially after the extensive
weapons training we were promised.

The M10 is an old model.

It is made up of lower receiver,
buffer and spring,

upper receiver and barrel,
optical sight, bolt carrier, firing pin,

cocking handle and magazine.
Start by putting the buffer into the spring.

- I can't get it in.
- It's not as easy for you.

Put the spring into the lower
receiver.

Done!

You were drafted?

I wasn't. Look at me.

- How did you do that so fast?
- Well, it's so few components.

- It was kind of self-explanatory.
- That's insane.

Can you do it again?

I just like assembling things.

Done! Second place.

I don't get this.
When exactly will we need to assemble a rifle?

Our lives could possibly depend on it.
But it's really nice.

What's it called?

It's called fuck you,
Emmenthaler.

If I wanted to assemble stuff,
I'd have gone to IKEA.

My police source says the Ukrainian
fag's phone was found at exit 51.

We should just focus our energy
around exit 51.

- Focus?
- Find the Ukrainian and we find them.

Ulf Emmenthaler has two buddies.

They were all fired two weeks
ago.

Lennart Gerner Nielsen
and this guy, Otto Hoffmann.

Otto Hoffmann has a retard arm.

Don't you think they'll be a bit easier to find

than sitting near exit 51 waiting for a
Ukrainian fag to go by, huh, Kenneth?

Sure.

Then find that retard arm for
me.

Check this out.

This is just like pizza
and then again not quite.

- Is that too much?
- Still too much.

- The queen is the strongest, right?
- Numerically, yes.

But strategically, it's the
pawn.

But it differs from game to game,
all pieces can prove to be the strongest.

Chess is the only game in the world
where chance and luck aren't a factor.

There are no dice, no jokers
or hidden elements.

Everything is right in front of
us

and it is purely your own
actions that determine the result.

Here are some snacks for you.

- Will you take a photo of us?
- Sure. Go sit on the sofa.

- Can I make a video?
- Like this?

- We're rolling.
- Let me just put this guy...

- Is that...
- It's fine.

It looks like Noller and a group
of 7 members are meeting tonight

at a restaurant, Antorini.

It's near the docks.

The Turbot confirms that Kurt will
be there at 7 p.m. Noller's treat.

There's gonna be 12 of them.

Can you handle that many?
Otherwise, I can come with you.

Lennart and Otto also hit
quite a lot out in the forest.

We could get them
when they leave the restaurant.

Capture them in crossfire
here and there.

We won't get a better chance,
Markus.

You're coming with me.

Neutrons are slightly heavier
than protons.

Had it been the other way around,
atoms wouldn't have existed.

And without atoms, no life, no
nothing.

- Let's go, Lennart.
- Right... Where are we going?

I'll explain in the car.

- Can't it wait? Mathilde baked a cake.
- Emmenthaler, now!

Evening therapy session for all.
Come along. You owe it to the team!

Dad, you can't grab him like that.
Why must you always...

Shut up, Mathilde!
Stay out of it! Let's go!

Markus, you can't speak to your
daughter like that. What's this?

- Weapons? What are you up to?
- Markus will explain in the car.

What do we need weapons for?
Isn't it too dark to shoot now?

- We're not shooting anything.
- We're doing a crossfire. Be quiet.

This is crazy. Killing more people
will only get you shot or jailed.

- Don't you give a damn about Mathilde?
- Shut the fuck up.

- Otto, I wouldn't go there...
- It won't bring your wife back.

I'll stop the car and break your
nose.

Let's get this over with as a team.
So we can go home and eat banana cake.

All I'm saying is she's dead...

- Won't we lack crossfire now?
- What the hell is his problem?

He's got plenty.

Right now it's probably that he's
lying unconscious in a bike lane.

His own daughter died in a car
crash,

so he can be a bit touchy when it
comes to father-daughter relationships.

Don't feel bad, it was years ago.
He drove into a tree.

That's also how he got the limp arm.
It was January 12, 2002.

He had a BAC of 0.092 and had
his driver's license suspended.

Got a fine of 7,200 dollars.

You also hack your friends'
files?

No, no.

Otto told us.

He mentioned it a few times
anyway.

And then we just read up on the
details.

He has a picture out in his home
of his wife and daughter.

You're basically asking for it,
flashing your private life like that.

Get ready.

- No, Lennart, you're staying here.
- Lennart isn't coming?

Who are those biker girls?

I don't believe it!
I thought you said they'd be alone.

That's what they wrote.
Someone must have brought ladies.

- Let's get back to the banana cake.
- Hang on.

You stay here.

Where's he going?

What the fuck are you doing,
man?

Fuck, man!

I'm sorry.

I'm sorry.

I couldn't.
I'm not good at that stuff.

You're good at it. I'm not.

It's okay.

No, it's not.

They're dead now. He's dead.

It isn't easy killing another man.
Especially not the first time.

No, no, no. I can't ...

I don't want to be part of
it anymore, never again.

You won't have to.
But try to focus on why we're doing it.

Why are we doing it exactly?

What if the guy lying there didn't
have anything to do with...

Shut up! He did! They all did.

Think of what they've done.

Think of
all the lives they've destroyed.

Oh, dear God.

Should I... Emmenthaler?

Should I turn on the radio?

Would you like that?
Listen to some quiet radio?

There...

- Dad.
- Not now, honey. We're working.

It's just because you mentioned
that Otto guy with the retard arm.

- Like this?
- Yes.

- Who's Sirius Zen?
- Just some fag I'm following.

Don't know him.
He makes good recipes.

- Good morning.
- Good morning, sweetie.

Good morning.

What happened to you, Otto?

Did you do that?

You're sick.

It's fucking you who should be dead and not Mom!

Hi. I just came to say
your dad didn't do it. I fell.

Don't lie.

You really suck at it.

- You all do.
- Don't be angry with your dad.

Perhaps he doesn't always do the right thing,
but he's trying.

He really sucks at trying then.

That's fair. But he's not well.

No, I know.

Are those the events
leading up to the accident?

And it began with your bicycle
being stolen?

Yes, because if my bike hadn't been stolen,
it never would've happened.

My mom wouldn't have had to drive me,
and then it wouldn't have mattered

that the car couldn't start,
and we wouldn't have gone by train.

How does your dad calling
affect it all?

He said he wasn't coming home.

My mom got so disappointed
that she suggested a skip day

and that we go to the city.

You do know that each of these incidents
has its own individual course of events?

What do you mean?

I was fired, for example.
So I took an earlier train than usual.

But you must go all the way back to when
I learned to offer my seat to a woman.

Track down the man who taught me that.
And he has his own course of events.

All your incidents will have their own
threads intertwining with other events

and other people's lives,
not into infinity but in a very big equation.

Not even the most powerful computers
in the world would currently be able

to process all your data,
and even though you're a bright girl,

your human brain will never process
just a fraction of that amount of data

and you will therefore never be
able to draw a useful conclusion.

It'll never, ever make sense.

It's a waste of time.

I know.

I've gone over it all a million
times to uncover some reason.

But there isn't any.

Yes, that's just it.
There's a centillion reasons.

But they won't help you.

I sometimes dream about finding
the guy who stole my bicycle.

I see him riding off on my bike,
and then I run after him

and catch him.

But I also realize that it isn't his fault.
It's nobody's fault.

It's just easier when
there's someone you can...

... get mad at.

Yes.

My mother had seven children,
but the youngest were hungry

and thin like matchstick.
We freeze when winter comes.

So my mother sells a child.

Then Palle took me to Germany.

He rent me out...

I am like city bike

that everyone can come and
ride on.

But then we go home on vacation
and I meet you.

We came home just three days before
you kill him dead and save me.

That can't be right.
Palle was on the train the week before.

No, no train. We fly home.

But not three days before?
You must've been home from Germany before that?

No... We landed Monday

and you all kill him Thursday.

I just have to check something.

Did I say something wrong?

Oh no.

No, no, no!

Oh no!

I'm home.

My beautiful children.

The country is beautiful
and green and flat like a fetir.

But the food was
the biggest disappointment.

- Dad had the worst sandwich ever.
- Worse than Grandma's?

The tuna was old and wet,
the bread was dry like desert sand

and I got a juice that
tasted like camel droppings.

I had to throw it all into the
trash and get McDonald's.

It was only off by 3.28%.

It's improbable anyone would look
that much like Kurt Olesen's brother.

I told you.
The biometric threshold hadn't been met.

- You just wanted it to be true.
- No, I didn't.

He was a trained electrical engineer
specializing in train components.

- Statistically, it's nearly impossible.
- But it was just a coincidence.

You invented it, Otto.

You said you recognized him
from the train.

I thought I did.

I must have been too fixated
on...

So it was just an accident.

I'm sorry, Markus.

Who was it, then?

What?

If it wasn't him, who is it
then?

Who is it?!

You told me it wasn't an
accident.

But it is him.

It is him.

It is him.

- Markus... Markus...
- It is...

Markus.

Breathe. Nice and easy.

What's going on? What's going
on?

- Nice and easy, that's it.
- I'm scared.

- What's that?
- I'm scared.

I understand.

I understand very well.

Look me in the eyes.

She's dead. She's gone.

Yes, she's dead.

Breathe now. Come here.

Come here. There...

There is old Ukrainian legend
about coincidences.

It is about Liubava Vasilkovna
from Vitebsk,

a beautiful princess

who was hunting bear the morning
after the first full moon of the spring.

A huge bear attacks on her
and bites her finger off

with her beloved diamond ring
on it.

Very sad for her.

But then exactly 10 years later,

the morning after the first
full moon of the spring,

in the same dense forest,
in the same place,

she goes hunting again.

And now she shoots a big, old
bear.

And when they open the bear's
stomach,

there was no ring inside.

Nothing.

Okay.

Well...

Now it'll be really exciting to see
if the water starts boiling soon.

Why did you come here, Otto?

Because the police wouldn't
help.

Or I think I came
because we traded seats.

Because I was the one
who should have died.

Then I saw Mathilde at the hospital
and she looked so helpless.

Lennart and Emmenthaler,
they just tagged along?

They don't have many friends.

I sometimes think people
with problems band together.

Just like fat people,
so they look less fat when they're all together.

It makes it easier to live with.

You also have some things
you need to learn to live with.

I don't know that I've got things
I need to learn to live with.

You have to learn to live
with the death of your wife.

Why?

You need to get proper help.

Nothing helps.

Nothing matters anymore.

Yes, but...

You have Mathilde.

And we never should've had her.

Before she came,
I at least still believed that

once we have kids,
everything will make sense.

You have a responsibility
toward your daughter.

Sure. You were so fucking
responsible around your daughter.

No.

I wasn't.

Because I was an idiot.

I only thought about myself.

But not a day goes by
that I don't wish...

... that I could get
just one more chance...

... to find her hairbrush for
her or...

... discuss if she could have a
dog.

Or get fed up with her
for leaving the milk out.

I haven't got anything to be
proud of.

But you do.

I look at you and Mathilde

and I wish I was you.

Maybe nothing matters anymore

but nothing does if you haven't
got a relationship with it.

You don't know Mathilde.
That's why you don't understand her.

You'll just have to accept that it
takes time before it makes sense.

It costs time.

But you have time.

So use it.

I'm sorry if I got angry
and raised my voice.

It's okay.

And I'm sorry about... the nose
thing.

- Hi.
- Sirius.

- Is that you?
- Yes.

No, that means
"call you later".

- Give me your hand.
- No!

Listen up. I'm gonna break
one of your fingers now

and then you'll tell me where you
took this video of Otto Hoffmann.

- Where, when...
- I'll tell you!

Don't break my finger.

- It's two now because you interrupted me.
- Please don't.

What do you want to know?

Now it's three,
because you're a snitch.

And you just made it four,
because you're a crybaby.

It's just a finger.

That's very much to the point.
It's a really good paper, Mathilde.

You could perhaps soften it a
bit.

Run to your room
and hide under your bed.

No matter what, just stay there,
okay!?

Roll over!

- Is anyone hit?
- I got hit in the foot.

The shoulder... my side.

I am unhit.

- I'm unhit, too.
- Emmenthaler, get down.

I managed to dodge the bullet.
Pretty amazing actually.

Lennart, I need help. Come here.

The bag with the M10s is at the foot of
the stairs. You're faster than me, go.

Do you see it?

- Why did you take them all apart?
- Never mind, throw them to me.

Hi there.

Soldier boy!

Come out into the light.

Soldier boy, come out into the
light.

Come out into the light or I'll
fucking blow her head off.

On your knees and lose that
shit.

And the one in your panties.

Let's take out the old fart.

This really sucks.
What the hell did we ever do to you?

Don't be scared, sweetie.

Everything will be okay.
There...

I'll call with an ambulance.

Don't be scared.

Does it hurt?

No.

I'm just really cold.

They're coming now, Dad.
They're coming.

I should have listened to you.

I think I need help.

I'm sorry.

Dad...

They're coming any minute now.
Just keep talking.

I'm sorry.

Dad...

What is this?

- Chess. Thanks a lot, Mathilde.
- You're welcome.

- I really like it.
- It's Otto's turn to choose a present.

Let's see what we've got here.
This one. Oh boy.

To Emmenthaler
from Markus and Mathilde.

Wow.

What the hell is that?

It's a French horn.

Can you do magic on that,
Emmenthaler?

I don't think so.

- What do you want me to play?
- Who gives a fuck? Just any old song.

But what?

Just play something random.

I'll be damned if I'm listening
to that on Christmas Eve!

Easy now. Breathe.

You're in uniform in the Tivoli
Gardens.

- We're on the lawn.
- Yes.

There. I know you can do it.

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