-Hello? -Rasch? It's Erling Riiser.
I need some information. The Foreign Minister's going on a trip.
I need all the info I can get.
-Okay? -Who's going and where to.
-Are you serious? -You bet. I'll be there in ten.
Hi.
-All good? -Not really, but I'll manage.
Coffee? I'm getting one anyway.
What did you find out?
Well, it wasn't easy. Yeah, help yourself.
The Security Service and Foreign Affairs don't like us.
-The Special Command hate us. -But there's always a way in, right?
-Yeah, but it wasn't easy. -Tell me.
May I ask what you're doing with this information?
Yeah, after I get it.
-They're going to Mazar. -Okay, who's going?
The Foreign Minister, The Security Service...
Advisors, an interpreter, Rolf Inherad...
-And your wife. -And why are they going?
They're meeting the Afghan Minister of Power.
-Two newspapers are joining, too. -Why?
What if the deal fails?
They're presenting "the Norwegian way".
And they were supposed to take pictures of some weavers.
-They're not doing it? -No, it got cancelled this morning.
How reliable is your source?
-It's reliable. -How reliable?
Lots of old reporters in Foreign Affairs.
And?
And I know one of them particularly well.
You're welcome! No problem!
There's a meeting in Afghanistan in a couple of days.
The weavers were removed from the schedule,
in favour of introducing the Norwegian way
and Oil for Development, in the hopes of securing a deal.
-Who do we have at the hotel? -No one.
Our participation was voted down. The Security Service is in charge inside.
-And where are we? -Outside.
That's not good enough! The weavers are off the schedule!
So what?
I think the Foreign Minister invited an extra guest...
One who dislikes women without burkas.
Who?
Mullah Ahmed.
He's met him before, even though it wasn't a complete success.
I've got a feeling he's coming back.
-The Security Service... -They don't know anything about him!
We're being kept in the dark. And this meeting is completely different.
Even more participants gathered in one place,
at the same time, and we're not on the inside.
What do you suggest?
-We need to be inside. -No chance.
Foreign Affairs only want the Security Service.
Make it happen.
You're going.
-I'm suspended. -Not anymore.
Didn't Rolf Inherad ask you to be his security guard?
-Yes? -I know he's still looking.
Call him and tell him you'll do it.
We'll get you in in civilian clothes. The others are under your command.
-I'll pretend to work for Inherad? -Yes.
You'll be our man on the inside, Erling.
I'm cutting this fin off...
-Dad, can you bring me something? -What do you mean?
-When you get back. -What do you want?
A candy dispenser.
A candy dispenser from Afghanistan?
No, I mean... The kind you can buy at the airport.
Okay. We'll see.
-It's kind of gross to kill animals. -You think so?
You know what would have happened if we hadn't killed this one?
He'd have kept growing.
-That's it? -He'd grow one metre, two, three.
A pike never stops growing.
So when you're out catching crawfish at night...
And the water is dead still...
Sea monsters don't exist. He admitted it on his deathbed,
the guy who took the photo of the Loch Ness monster.
-Have you seen that picture? -It's photoshopped.
No, no, no.
It's a pike.
Thirteen metres long. It's still alive.
That's why we have to kill this one.
Are you bringing a bulletproof vest?
Always.
But it doesn't work if you get shot in the head?
That's correct.
Luckily, few people aim for the head, because it's a difficult target.
So they aim for the body. You know I'm careful, right?
I know.
Jon Petter once said he was careful.
We've discussed this. Jon Petter went somewhere he wasn't supposed to go.
And there was a bomb there.
I'm scared.
Everything will be fine, and daddy will come back home.
There's no denying this is more dangerous
than the average business trip.
Just stating the facts.
Yeah, you think that's necessary?
-Being prepared is half the job. -Okay.
So what are the chances of the pike monster
swimming to the surface, biting Rikard's nose,
while he's catching crawfish with his grandpa?
Minimal.
-Smaller than you taking a bullet. -You've lost your mind. Stop it!
Maybe.
Or maybe I'm just scared.
-You're scared? -Yeah.
Want to talk about being scared?
I grew up with a father who didn't speak for two days before a race.
His horses weren't good enough, but he swore to win anyway.
That vibe he created... That was scary.
Well... The thing is...
When I saw that you were scared...
Then I knew that you loved me.
Come on, Rikard!
-Cut the pike monster. -Here?
One more time.
-Aim for the other side. -Here?
Watch your fingers.
That bastard. Give it to me. Yeah.
Salaam alaykum.
There you are. Go ahead.
I can't believe it!
-Coke? -No thanks.
-Nice flight? -It was okay.
-Jon Petter and Rikard say hello. -Cool.
Okay...
I've been briefed by the ambassador.
I'm meeting Heydar and Farouqui in one room.
The Ministers and the ambassador are in another room.
I'll go through the local agreement. When it's signed, the others join us.
We go through the other agreements. This is just a final review.
When we agree, we go outside and sign in front of the press, in the atrium.
We are about to make a historical deal here.
How are things between Farouqui and the Minister of Power?
Not bad. Farouqui is a friend to all, the Minister of Power to no one.
Magne and Daniel are covering the entrance.
They're on the roof now. I want you two in a car
as close to the entrance as possible. I might need you inside.
-I'll be at the meeting. -As will the Security Service.
-We should've been at the door. -Yes, but we're not.
-Who else is going in? -Johanne...
An advisor, the ambassador... Adella is interpreting.
The atrium. Who's coming?
Members of the press, and a few employees from the Norwegian Embassy.
-Who's guarding the place? -The Security Service.
They're inside. Why is that?
-Just for safety. -Okay.
All the gear's in your room. Vest, radio, a full kit.
Could we speak in private?
I'll kit up and meet you in the reception.
-I wasn't sure you'd come. -Why?
Because you know I was the one who sent you to kill Sharif Zamani.
-I'm sorry, Erling... -I can't listen to that!
-Let me explain... -I'm not interested!
Just let me explain! Give me a minute!
When Hektor said Zamani was in Oslo to meet with the Chinese...
It was like an attack on everything we stand for.
This agreement...
This is a way out of poverty for the North Province.
Should I let it fail because of one guy? Hell no!
When I sent you that text, Erling... I didn't know how you'd react.
I figured you'd do what you're trained to do.
That you'd take action, considering...
Considering Jon Petter and Sigurd...
I'm sorry. I'm truly sorry, Erling.
It was an act of desperation.
I hope you understand what we're about to achieve here.
Are you done?
We're connected.
The Security Service have different orders than us.
That's why I'm here and you're out there.
But we really can't show ourselves until it's too late.
We'll work with what we've got.
-Let's hope Rolf gets the deal. -He usually gets his way.
-We'll talk over the radio. -Okay.
-Erling! Nice to see you. -You too.
-What are you doing here? -I'm with Rolf as a guard.
What about the Special Command? We're keeping a civilian profile.
Well, having Afghan police at the door isn't exactly low-key?
We want to show the Afghans that we trust them.
It's safer with you around either way. See you later.
Who's looking after Rikard when both his parents are away?
He's with his grandfather.
He's good.
Your father's "good"? Christ, Erling.
-Why are you here? -Because we think it's necessary.
"We"?
Lay low.
Good to see you.
Who's coming?
-The Minister, Heydar and Farouqui. -That's it?
The Foreign Minister told us to be prepared to improvise.
What does that mean?
I guess we're supposed to be pragmatic to secure the agreement.
Or there's another guest coming.
-What do you want me to do? -Besides interpreting?
Everything you've learned.
We're in the car. Magne and Daniel are on the roof.
We have a full view of the entrance. Standing by.
Copy.
Farouqui and Heydar Zamani are arriving by car.
They're moving towards the entrance with two security guards.
-Copy. -Erling.
-They should've been here. -They're on their way.
The four of them were stopped at the entrance.
ID check only.
I guess there will be a full check by the metal detector.
Yeah, they're on their way in now.
Heydar and Farouqui are inside.
-The guards are leaving in their car. -Copy.
What are you doing?
-We're watching the hotel. -The area's been secured.
This area is Afghanistan. There's a war.
-We want to downplay that. -If you want to stop me, do it now.
If not, I'm taking these two upstairs so that the meetings can commence.
We're going upstairs to the meeting room.
Keep me posted on the arrival of the Minister of Power and other guests.
Copy.
Thank you very much.
The Minister of Power is on his way. He has two guards with him.
-They're through. -Copy.
-What's going on outside? -It's quiet.
-Nothing? -Nothing.
There's one more guest coming.
-Salaam alaykum. -Salaam alaykum.
Mullah Ahmed is here. He's entering the room now.
-If anything happens, let me know. -Copy.
What the hell is Mullah Ahmed doing at the hotel?
I thought it was important that the whole region was in agreement
of such a major deal.
It's important that everyone agree to such an important deal.
-Everybody did agree. -There are factions within Taliban.
We've been in talks with Mullah Ahmed for a long time.
Like us, he doesn't want the oil in the North Province to be sold.
-Taliban has no footing here. -This is a serious conversation.
The Minister doesn't think the Taliban has any footing here,
but the Mullah disagrees.
-Håvard. -An ANP car is arriving.
The important thing here...
-Repeat. -Arrival. Car. ANP.
-Report. -Four ANP walking to the entrance.
-Is the Security Service there? -Negative. Standing by.
What's gained is a guarantee
that the oil production will proceed without any sabotage.
The Security Service stopped them. Standing by.
-This is irrelevant! -This concerns Afghanistan.
Can't we just acknowledge the fact that we agree..?
-The Mullah's got no business here. -Rolf, he's here now.
Let's make the best of it. The Province can use some stability.
ANP going in.
Stand by, ask why they're getting clearance, and report back to me.
They've agreed. We're meeting the press now.
Everything okay?
-What are you doing? -Checking the room.
-There's no situation. -The ANP are coming.
But that's perfectly normal?
Kristoffer, the ANP are on their way in.
I advise you to ask your guards to stop and search them.
-Why? -And get the Foreign Minister out.
We're leaving after the speech.
Stay back here.
-What's going on outside? -The ANP are changing guards.
-How many have entered? -Four.
-How many have exited? -None.
-Move in now. -Move from the roof to the entrance.
All clear?
-Clear! -Erling, are you good?
Good. Magne and Daniel, establish a meeting point.
Kristoffer, can you hear me?
Hello? Johan?
Erling!
Get it out. There you go.
Breathe slowly.
Breathe slowly. Look at me. There you go. Slowly.
He's top priority for the first helicopter.
Rolf!
Hold his hands!
Suicide bomber at the Grand Mazar, dressed as ANP.
The Foreign Minister's been killed.
Easy.
Hey, sweetie.
Can you hear me? Look at me.
Sweetie.
-I need help over here. -Coming.
The Afghan Minister of Power is dead. I repeat, he's dead.
You've got an entry wound on your right side.
I'm going to close it up. It's not going to hurt.
There you go.
Try to breathe slowly. We'll get this sorted, okay?
Johanne, I'll make a new hole, so you can breathe again.
Easy.
You'll feel a tiny sting. It's not dangerous.
Easy, now.
Easy, sweetie. Easy. There you go.
There.
Breathe, honey.
Let me know if his breathing changes, okay?
-Status? -A bullet wound in the arm.
We're leaving soon. We're going home.
One, two, three.
9-8.
Between fifteen and twenty dead and ten to twelve wounded.
Send QRF and report to our own.
Salaam.
Can you wake Rikard?
Can't we let him sleep? School's closed today.
Okay. Bye.
I stayed up late last night.
Lots of speculation about the prize.
Is there a chance Rolf Inherad and Oil for Development will get it?
I guess so.
Why?
He's the one who ordered me to kill Sharif Zamani.
I need to talk to you.
-I need to know who it is. -That's impossible, you know that.
Go to Foreign Affairs and open the envelope an hour before, as usual.
You asked me to do a check on a candidate a few months back.
Oil for Development.
Sharif Zamani's murder.
Rolf Inherad was involved.
We're out in the cold.
The radio wants you on the six o'clock news,
and some breakfast show wants you along with the committee chair.
-Why? -Same old nonsense.
Two women, different generations and standpoints...
All the crap we're supposed to be so proud of in Norway.
Why don't you do it, then?
Thanks.