Original subtitles

Honey,

by the time you get this, I may already be dead.

They've found me.

I'm surrounded.

At first, I thought it was Interpol,

but no.

The way they move... They're not cops.

I can't get out of this.

We've never spoken about my old life.

Maybe because I didn't want you to see me that way.

But, honey...

I don't think I'll make it out.

If I don't come back home,

I want you to tell John and Eddie

that I love them.

Every day.

Every second.

When they're old enough,

I want them to know

who their dad was

and what happened.

When Eddie was about to be born,

I swear

I've never been more afraid.

I see you, honey. I see you.

There.

I'm here, honey.

Hold my hand.

We're almost there.

Honey, we're almost there.

Breathe.

Look, the hospital's right here. Look. I see it.

Excuse me.

Can you help us?

Honey, come on.

Come on, honey. Come on.

Come, we'll help you. Come.

Come, honey.

Come with me.

I'm here, honey.

- Oh no! - Honey...

- Hey? - No!

I'm proud of you. Hey?

Hi, Karin. I'm Anna, your doctor.

- We need to sedate you. - No.

- We need to deliver the baby. - No.

- It'll be okay. Let's go. - I don't want to. No.

What?

Hello, son.

And I've never been as happy as I was 30 minutes later.

- Hi. - Hi.

- Hi. - Hi.

Is it your first?

- No, it's my second. - Right. Then you know the drill.

Not really.

I missed the first one.

You can sit there.

- Here? - Yes.

- You can take off your jacket. - Okay.

Yeah.

Yes.

There you go.

There.

You were in post-op.

I had Eddie against my chest.

I started thinking about the psychologist I saw at Norrtälje Prison.

She used to say, "Rami."

"To break free from criminality,

you have to form a new identity

that's even stronger."

Thank you.

I thought about my childhood,

and Michel, my best friend,

who you've never really met.

...scissors. Rock, paper, scissors...

The psychologist tried to suggest that we were taking revenge on society,

that we took what others had been given.

If you're not going to buy anything, then leave.

Come on, let's go.

Why aren't you eating?

Eat your food!

She wanted to find something to blame.

A too strict dad.

A kind mom.

A suburb.

A friend.

- Hey, Rami! - Hey, Michel.

I'll wait here.

- Hey! - Run!

Run!

What are you doing?

- Hey! - Shit!

Stop!

Damn...

Bloody kids, wait!

I said, wait!

Wait!

Wait!

Michel!

But the truth...

Drive. Come on.

The truth is that we became robbers because we love it.

- Stop! - Stop the car!

- Stop the car! - Stop!

- Stop the car! - Stop the car!

- Get out of the car. - Get out right now!

- Get out of the car. - Get down!

- Come on. Down. - Closer! Closer, I said!

Down. Good. Stay there.

Come here.

Stay here! Eyes on the ground!

Five!

- Hey, cover your ears. - Four! Three! Two!

One!

- What's your name? - Patrik.

- How much do you make a month, Patrik? - 22,000.

Are you going to play Rambo for 22,000?

Get up. If your bosses wanted to stop us, they would've.

It's cheaper for them to pay out the insurance money.

Open the safe.

Eventually, it wasn't about money. It was about winning.

It's open! Next one!

And Michel,

he was the fucking best.

Lie down, Patrik. Good. Lie down there. Just like that.

Go!

You'd never know by looking at him.

I'll grab the last one.

Come on!

This is how we do it!

Check it out!

Most of the others gave themselves away in the end.

Michel did the opposite.

Middle. This way.

No watches, no cars... Nothing that could draw attention.

I didn't do anything.

Well before 30, he was a legend in the business.

But during the week, he worked as a youth worker in Fittja.

Michel was always three steps ahead.

To the police, he was like a ghost.

He thought bigger than everyone else, dreamed bigger.

This, Karin,

this was my life when we met.

When you looked into my eyes the first time,

the fire you saw, the drive, the desire, the one you fell in love with,

that was the robber in me.

Stay here.

But then, when John was born,

when I promised you'd never have to visit me in a prison again,

I meant it.

I didn't hesitate for a second

to break away from everything, everyone.

Not even Michel.

It's your dad.

When Eddie was born,

I stood in the maternity ward watching the sun rise.

I remember thinking the psychologist...

She was right.

Mommy's here now.

Mommy's here.

I was no longer a robber.

I had created a greater, stronger identity.

My boy.

I love you.

Can I get salmon, no sauce, with potatoes?

Salmon, no sauce, potatoes, coming up!

One plaice and one patties without onions for table three!

We're out of plaice. Check if salmon is okay.

- Rami? - Yeah.

- Apparently, the sauce isn't fresh. - It's a fucking sauce mix. What can I say?

- What's the difference? - I can't make proper béarnaise right now.

Hurry up. The guests are waiting.

Get a move on.

Hey, Rami. No texting and shit at work.

Three patties with onion sauce coming right up!

And a little love, yeah?

There you go.

Do you know when the shipment will arrive?

- At 6:30 a.m., at pier 12. - Perfect.

And the distributor knows how many kilos we've got?

- Yeah, and they can't wait. - Good.

Olle!

- Hey, sweetie. - You're up first.

Olle?

Next!

Now it's your turn. There you go.

Rami?

Weren't you going to drop a few?

I did.

Are you sure?

- I'm sure. - All right, then.

Here you go. Grab a spoon.

- The place looks lovely. - It's Karin.

You must have contributed something.

I don't recognize that.

The Middle Eastern curtain?

- Yeah, or... Yeah. - That was Karin.

Three months at least. A year at most.

But the dream is

to buy

our own place.

The South Station area is quite a lot cheaper per square meter.

As long as you can stomach the architecture.

Are there more?

Yes.

Yes. No, nice.

- Thanks for today, girls. - Thank you.

Right, okay. So you're going for another round.

Well, I didn't

eat that much earlier.

Well, it's good.

Hey.

It might be the wrong day to talk business, but

since I haven't heard anything...

Fuck, I'm sorry.

I've been slammed at work.

Well, the first shipment's been sold.

And the restaurateurs,

they don't want middlemen, so they call us all the time.

And Hassan?

Hassan says that we'll probably make a profit in the first year.

- I'll go out to Karin. - Yeah, go on.

Can you go to the supermarket and buy Ben & Jerry's?

Are you kidding?

The house is full of Princess cake.

Yeah, but we also need diapers.

There.

I'm really tired. I've worked all day.

Well, I haven't slept in two years.

Neither have I.

I've squeezed out two fucking watermelons.

I haven't been to the toilet alone in two years.

I'm the only one breastfeeding. Thanks.

The economy continues to struggle. The value of all Swedish goods, our GDP,

has declined by over six percent since 2008. Even if six percent...

...jobs in almost all sectors.

Office and industry jobs...

Yeah, but can't we just buy one of these?

Yo.

- Look here. - Look at you!

How are you? What happened? You've disappeared.

How are you, bro?

Damn.

- I've missed you. - I've been meaning to call you.

- Is that so? - I swear.

- Is that so? - I regret it now.

What? I know that you're a dad now.

- Yeah, a father of two. - Wow, that's awesome.

- Congrats. - You have to meet them.

- What's up? What are you doing here? - Let's grab a beer.

- Bro, I swear, I... - One beer.

- Karin's waiting for ice cream. - A small one.

All right.

Did you have fun?

Okay, I forgive you.

Listen, I met... You know, Hapido.

"Hamid."

- He still goes by that? - Yeah. He said you're running a business.

- There you go. - Thanks.

- Shoes are over there. - We're not bowling.

- It's happy hour, so a game's included. - Okay, thanks.

He said to me... he said shrimp.

Shall I explain?

Then I have to go.

Look.

Here's

Norway.

Here's Sweden.

Here's the North Sea.

Everyone fishes for shrimp in the North Sea.

The shrimp that come up are small, not firm.

To get better shrimp, you need to go to the coast off Greenland.

The problem is that you can't transport them

to the east coast before they lose quality.

Right.

We've cracked the code.

- We've brought in a new freezer. - Okay.

We have a container here. The shrimp goes into the container.

From the container, we ship them to Stockholm.

- Do you know what happens then? - What?

- They lose zero quality. - How did you get into this?

- Tell me. - Do you remember Sulle?

He imported flowers from Amsterdam.

Oh yeah. What was his name? Suleyman.

Sulle knew a guy in Frihamnen,

a Turk called Hassan Kaya.

And Hassan has this whole infrastructure, everything from export to import.

He's been in the business for 20 years.

They needed an investor, and

I found investors, invested money myself... and then I borrowed some money.

- Who have you got on board? - My father-in-law, Granit and some others.

Granit?

- He's only a middleman. - Okay.

You're going all in.

With everything I've got.

Everything?

Let me show you something.

Look at this.

"Rami Farhan. Ishavsimport AB. Importer."

Family man.

Law-abiding citizen.

Shrimp director.

Karin made it.

She's a graphic designer.

Enough about me.

Bro, tell me everything. What are you up to these days?

He could have said he was trying to get clean.

Even if it was still about, well, cash management.

He could have mentioned

the security briefcase he was trying to sell.

Zoran had come across the design for the G4S's German-made security briefcase.

Then he produced his own briefcase with similar functions,

but for a third of the price.

We have built-in surveillance cameras, hidden microphones...

Michel knew they wouldn't buy it.

The contract extended ten years into the future.

There was one way the deal could be broken.

If someone managed to disarm the briefcase and posted it on YouTube,

G4S would be forced to replace all of their 6,200 briefcases,

an order of 200 million.

And Michel and Zoran,

they would be first in line.

That's why they flew in one Yugoslav engineer after another

to a tire workshop in Tumba,

all with a more or less successful idea

of how to disarm the case.

They put all their faith in a Slovenian engineer

who had designed a titanium guillotine for them.

Look.

Each mount has a chemical rocket engine.

With a single cut,

it could sever the ampoules

and release the cash.

Or he could have mentioned Alex,

the girl he was seeing,

who had awakened an old dream in him.

But he just said...

It's going, same as always.

Come on, to the right!

And when we parted ways, he said...

Call me if you want to do something... anything.

We both knew what he meant by that.

And we both knew it wouldn't happen.

Excuse me.

Excuse me!

Excuse me!

Can you open?

Do you live here?

- Yes, I live here. - But you don't have a fob?

No, I forgot it. I live on the third floor.

I went to buy diapers.

What's your name?

Well...

My name's Farhan, but I'm not on there.

I have a short lease.

Sorry, they've told us not to let in people like...

People like?

People like?

Are you kidding?

Son of a bitch.

You've reached Karin. I can't come to the phone...

- Rami? - Yes, honey.

Where have you been?

I forgot the fob, and no one would let me in.

What do you mean?

The ice cream has melted.

It doesn't matter, honey.

I need my name written in flames on the door,

otherwise people think I'm a burglar.

I'm so fucking sick of this.

Fuck what some covert racist says.

We have to get our own place.

I'm tired of short-term leases.

After my maternity leave, we can go back to the bank.

Dad can go in as a guarantor.

Or maybe we don't need him.

What?

It was supposed to be a surprise.

The first shipment arrives tomorrow.

And Hassan says that after the third or fourth shipment,

I could maybe take a salary.

Then we can buy a black market contract at the turn of the year.

- We're not dancing. - Yes.

- What the hell. - Come on.

- There. - Shall we do one of those...

- I only know that other dance. - I know, but take one hand like so.

- Okay. - And one like so.

So the boring dance.

And it should be a little soft here.

How soft?

Kind of like that.

Like this?

- Okay. - And then we'll go one and two, one...

- Can't we do the other one? - Which one's that?

- This one? - This dance.

Seriously.

Ignore what you think people see in you.

Fuck that.

Do you know what I see in you?

A sexy boy?

I see someone who is so damn brave...

who has changed his whole life...

who shows his children that fucking anything is possible.

And it just so happens that

I fell in love with him.

How much in love?

Very much in love.

I'm in love with you.

Very much so.

Sweetheart!

- Hi. - Hi.

- Hi. - Hi.

Hold up.

What time is it?

Excuse me.

Hey. You can't walk around here.

I'm expecting a shipment. Do you know where pier 12 is?

Yes, there.

Right.

But you can't walk around here.

I know.

- Hey! - Fuck, sorry.

- Did I miss anything? - No, it hasn't arrived yet.

Damn, okay. Wasn't it supposed to be here at half six?

- You think a fisherman can tell the time? - And Hassan?

He's not coming. He thought we were dorks coming here.

It's a couple of containers. That's not a show.

Of course.

Shall we wait in the car?

- Can we see the pier? - Yeah.

Everything is ready, right? Everything is sold?

Yeah.

Half of it goes out as samples to restaurants,

and half of it we sell.

I spoke to the owner of Riche yesterday. He was very keen.

You can smell it, huh?

What?

Money, Rami. The smell of money.

Hassan spoke to the trawler, right?

- There was nothing with the weather, or... - Everything's cool.

Excuse me.

- Yes? - Hi.

- Hi. - We're waiting for a shipment at pier 12.

- Okay. - This is the designation number.

Right.

"Q-2..."

Is that a four? Okay.

Right.

No, I'm sorry.

It's not on here.

- Are you sure? You didn't look properly. - Yes, I did.

I don't recognize this number, so I'm sorry...

There's no boat logged on to pier 12.

Could we have missed it?

The number is invalid. Please check the number and try again.

- Answering machine. - Call him again.

The number is invalid. Please check the number and try again.

Should we grab a coffee somewhere?

I'm going to the office.

If he's not answering his phone, he won't be in the office.

What's going on?

- Have you scammed me? - What are you talking about?

Where...

- Show me where he lives. - I don't know where he lives.

Gothenburg or Landskrona. Somewhere on the west coast.

Listen to me, you little fuck!

- It's not just my money! - Rami...

- We're screwed! - Let go.

- I don't know what's going on. - Tell me where he lives.

I don't know him any better than you do. He got me onboard, and I got you onboard.

That's all I know.

- Tell me! - That's all I know.

Hi.

- Look here. - Champagne.

I thought we'd celebrate.

Was it what you thought?

Well, not really.

But, yeah, you know.

But you didn't bring any back with you?

What?

Some shrimp.

No, I mean... You know...

They're in a container.

Cheers, then.

Hey.

You know I'm really proud of you, right?

I know.

- How are you? - I'm good.

Mister.

Nice of you to come.

- Hi. - How are you?

Mom wants to talk to you.

- Hi, Dad. - Hi. You're late. Where have you been?

Sorry.

- Hi, how are you? - Hi.

Welcome.

Hello.

Hi, how are you? All good? Hi.

- Hi, how are you? - Hi.

How are you? All good?

Hi, darling.

Say hello to the girls' father.

Hi, how are you? Michel.

- Hi. - Hi.

Hello, everyone.

My lovely son is finally here. Have you eaten?

I have eaten. Sorry.

Dad, can you bring a plate for Michel?

What's up?

Give me that.

Thank you.

What do you do for work?

I work at an after-school club.

Are you content with work?

It's all right.

Brother, can I have one?

Thank you.

You fucked me over.

What did I do?

You should have told me.

Come on.

I'm a good girl.

Good?

- Really? - Very good.

Like hell.

You, Mom, and everyone else are messing things up.

What's with you?

Mom's right.

You don't want a girlfriend or a good job.

You want to be a youth worker all your life?

Why are you complicating things? I'm content.

It's a shame.

Don't you have any dreams?

Rami, table four has been waiting for over 20 minutes, for fuck's sake.

- I'm alone. What do you want me to do? - Work faster, for fuck's sake.

Here, food.

2:00 P.M., THE CHESS SET, KULTURHUSET YOU HAVE TO COME

Hey! Rami?

- Put away the fucking phone! - Don't touch me.

I'll touch you as much as I want!

- Don't touch me! - What?

You got out of prison and begged me for a job.

"Please, Shamon, give me a job."

I give you a job, and what do you do? You were going to go straight.

- What are you doing? What... Hey! - There you go.

- What? - Are you stupid?

- Touch my face. - What do you mean?

- Want me to knock you out? - Knock me out?

Eat shit, okay?

I swear, if you walk out that door, you'll never set...

- There you go. - Shut up!

Hey, bro.

Come here.

- What's this? - Why don't you answer when I call?

You know how stressful it's been.

It's going to get way worse if you don't pay.

Are you threatening me?

I'm not the one threatening you.

They are.

- I don't get it. We're childhood friends. - I don't give a fuck.

Idiot, if you don't pay me, I can't pay them.

I want you to think about something.

You haven't been scammed, okay? They haven't been scammed.

I've been scammed.

I'll make it right.

It'll take some time.

But I'll make it right.

The money will come.

I want you to think about something too.

You have a family, right?

- Hey! - No, let me go!

Listen! You're going to pay me!

Otherwise, your wife pays with her pussy and her ass.

They don't care about your time. They want their money. Go get a loan.

Get out of here.

Get out of here, I said!

Son of a bitch.

Where the hell are you?

I said I was going to a meeting.

You were going to take John. I'm taking Eddie to the health center.

CALLING

Hey, man.

Well,

slight change of plans.

Can we meet at 5:00 in the same place?

- Hey, bro. - Hey, Rami.

Sorry I'm late.

No worries.

- Tell me, what have you got going on? - Täby Racecourse.

The thing with Täby is that they keep all the cash in a fucking metal locker

in a room behind the office, while waiting for the guards.

They arrive at midnight.

How many guards?

Seven.

One is ours, of course.

Listen, bro.

I can't go on percentage. I need at least five or six mill.

I know. I heard about the shrimp, bro.

From whom?

The whole damn town.

I had let people know I was back on the market.

What's up?

All good?

I don't know how word spread.

We'll have a boat with double 350s waiting.

And how do we get to Bergshamra?

- The place is full of superfast horses. - Horses?

I don't know why I didn't call Michel right away.

Pride, maybe.

CONTACTS

When I finally called, he just said...

Come to The White Room, half twelve.

Bro, I can't just...

Rami!

Rami!

Rami!

Here!

How are you? What's up?

- Are we going to talk here? - Come.

Hi, Rami.

- Hi. - Hi.

Nice to meet you.

- Hi. - Pleasure.

- This is Alex. She's from Denmark. - Okay.

Tell me if you don't understand. I speak Danish.

I'm international. I understand.

- Yeah? - Yeah.

Alex moved here to study. She's a writer.

I'm not... I'm studying. I'm not a writer.

- Yes. - No, stop it. I'm not a writer.

I go to this school... A writing school.

Biskops-Arnö. Have you heard of it? But that... I'm not a writer.

She had a text published in... What's it called again?

- The Noughties, a literary magazine. - The Noughties...

But I'm not a writer. I have a job.

I count money.

What did you say?

It... I count... I count money.

I work for a company that handles cash.

- Okay. - Yeah.

You're the first person I've met that counts cash.

It's pretty cool. But it's a real job. I'm not a writer.

He just says that because he's sweet.

- The only sad thing is that it's so far... - Huh?

- It's far, on the other side of town. - Yeah, in Västberga.

Yeah, it's there.

G4S...

I have to travel far every morning, but it's okay.

I've told her to write about the similarities between money and death.

For example... Listen, mortuaries. Mortuaries are always on the bottom floor.

Mortuaries are never located on the fifth or sixth floor.

Nobody knows why. That's just how it is.

Dead bodies on the bottom floor. The same goes for money.

It's always on the bottom floor. Bank vaults, for example.

But with us, it's the other way around.

I don't understand. Isn't the vault on the bottom floor?

Yes, but there's more money where it's counted,

on the sixth floor, at the top.

- Right. - Yeah, exactly.

It's a nice theory, but it's not correct.

I thought "Money and Death" would make a great title, honestly.

- Okay. - Sorry, I'm a bit...

- Well... - What's going on?

I'm going to go get Jessica and Zaynab. They can't get in.

- Go get them. - Yeah.

- See you in a bit. - Yes.

Are you fucking retarded? What's wrong with you?

Are you kidding? This is a big opportunity.

How long have we dreamed about this?

Rami?

- See you. - Rami?

Excuse me.

Rami, get in.

- Taxi. - Taxi.

- Taxi? - Fixed rate.

- I'll take the subway, bro. - What subway? Just get in.

Come on!

- Taxi. - Do you want a taxi?

- It's cheap. - Fixed rate.

- I don't want to. - Just get in. I'm driving you home.

It's too late.

Seriously, bro. I really need to get home.

Yeah.

Drop me at Gullmarsplan. I'll walk from there.

Yeah.

"Yeah"!

- Are you listening to me? - Yeah! What's with you?

I'm just going to do one thing on the way. It'll be quick.

- Take your hand off the indicator. - I have to indicate.

No, you don't.

- I'm turning left. - You can only turn left.

- But if I want to indicate, I'll indicate. - You don't need to.

Okay.

Bro, I know how to drive.

I understand.

- But now you got a lesson. - Thanks for the lesson.

I won't lie. I've missed this.

Standing here, thinking, dreaming, planning...

It's still impossible.

Alex knows exactly what it looks like in there.

What does she know about you?

Nothing.

Okay.

Let's say we have an insider.

That doesn't change the fact

that the police station is on the same street.

How many meters away is it?

- Three hundred? - Two hundred and fifty-five.

We won't get out of the car before the cops arrive.

Let's say we get out of the car and walk through the first door.

- Okay. - Then what?

There are still 15 to 20 locks left.

That's where we've been thinking wrong.

They always think that people like us will strike from below.

Do you understand?

What do you mean?

Helicopter.

Look.

We land on the roof.

We blow our way in.

We climb down.

We take the money and fly out. Simple.

Simple.

- And the police? - Fuck the police. They can't do shit.

They'll stand there with their dicks in their hands, waving us goodbye.

- You hear how this sounds, right? - Yeah, it sounds...

My brother.

Subtitle translation by: Josephine Roos Henriksson