MY LAST WILL AND TESTAMENT
Hi, honey.
If you're reading this, the worst possible thing has happened.
I've never met anyone like you.
I never thought it possible to love someone as much as I love you.
But this lifestyle comes at a price, one way or another.
Some people make life difficult for others
and I've had a hard time living with that.
In my world, everyone has the right to decide how to live their life.
I hope you'll remember me as the caring, loving person I am at heart.
No matter what people might say.
Eventually, war always wins.
But Peter fought back.
Set yourself a goal and fight for it.
A yes or a no, a straight line, everything in between is just talk.
He got married and had a son.
Louise and Max.
They were the loves of his life.
And yet he gave ten years of his life to military service
genuinely believing he helped make the world a safer place for us all.
That was the idealist Peter.
He never feared the enemy out there. He loved it.
Because he knew that the real danger
wasn't out there. It was waiting for us at home.
In the restlessness.
In the feeling of being redundant.
In the silence after the war.
When your soldier buddies and the brotherhood were gone.
Something Peter never got to experience.
He died in combat.
He died a warrior.
But he shouldn't have died that day.
Hey, Max.
- Are you okay? - My shoe's pinching me.
Let's have a look.
Does it hurt?
I'll just take your sock off.
Yeah. I can see why.
You need a Band-Aid.
- Do you know where you keep them? - In my room.
- The Band-Aids are up there. - Okay.
Do you like stars?
You have some, too.
- You have six stars on your jacket. - I do?
One, two, three, four, five, six.
You have a lot more.
If you count this one, you have seven.
- Come, let's go back in. - I don't want to.
Too many people? Yes. I think so, too.
They're all here because...
...they liked your dad.
Why?
Why did they like him? Because he was funny.
And he was brave. Your dad was very brave.
- And he never shut the fuck up. - You shouldn't curse.
No. But he never stopped talking.
Do you know what he talked about?
He talked about you, Max. All the time.
I know, because I was with him all the time.
I took that photo.
Mom says you told Dad what to do.
Yes. In the army, everyone has their own special task.
You told him to go there, so he did.
Yes.
When he died... Had you told him to go there?
Yes.
So you killed my dad.
Yes.
You're mean.
- Hey, where's Max? - He got a bit upset. It's my fault.
What happened?
If there's ever anything I can do for you, let me know.
WARRIOR
- Bon appétit. - Thank you.
Has!
Yeah?
- Get his order, I'll be right back. - Good evening. What can I get you?
- A Mix deep pan. - Anything else?
- Hi. How much? - Five grand.
There.
Thanks.
Can you get me some MDMA? For next week? Okay, thanks.
Can you hear me?
Are you in pain?
Is it here?
Listen up.
Tell your brother not to deal out here anymore.
This is my turf now.
Tom hit Akhmed's little brother, Ali. His gang brothers fetched him later.
It's a territorial drug war. The Wolves want to expand.
It's a declaration of war. Tom pushes out Akhmed and sits on the market
which it's worth... one billion? Did the IRS check his companies?
Tom's moving into construction. The IRS didn't find anything on him.
- What about Ali? - Broken ribs, but he'll be fine.
- He didn't report it, so Tom walks. - But Akhmed will strike back.
We don't know when, but he will strike back. And when he does...
...we have a gang war in the middle of Copenhagen.
And what do we do about that?
Have a good day.
Lunch in town? We could try out the new café.
Hey, are you there?
Finn...
If a gang war is imminent, then Tom must be looking for more men.
- And? - We should send our guy in.
We always struggle with how far we're allowed to go.
- And that is taking it too far. - But there's a war coming.
If we're to try something new and get results, this is it.
I think you're great at what you do.
But maybe this isn't the time for you to launch a new big project.
I think you need to take it easy. And spend some time with Max.
I don't need to take it easy.
I need to stop Tom! This is our chance.
Do you have a guy?
Yes. I have a guy.
What does that mean? Is that a yes?
Yes.
- Do you have a minute? - Yeah, sure.
Thanks.
- It's shaping up. - Thanks.
Just a drop.
Thank you.
How are you?
I keep to myself, fixing up the boat.
I'm alive. You?
Yeah, I'm alive.
And Max?
Okay. What do you want me to do?
You're here to ask a favor. It's a yes.
- Let me tell you what it is. - I'll do it.
Let me finish. It's not without risk.
- And there's no money in it. - That's fine.
I need you to find Tom, the leader of a biker gang called the Wolves.
He's behind almost all organized crime in Copenhagen.
I've been chasing him the past two years.
Witnesses disappear, young gang members take the fall for him
and he always gets away.
Now he's worming his way into construction, demolition, realtors...
What for?
Money laundering, stolen construction material and legit jobs for his men.
What do you want me to do?
I want you to start here and work your way closer to him
and get me as much information as you can.
I need some sort of leverage. A contact. A way in.
Someone weak or strong?
Weak.
This is the Copenhagen central for construction materials.
We've raided the place numerous times, but never found anything.
- What does that have to do with Tom? - He gets his materials from here.
One of his boys, Mads, works here.
So I thought you might start here and work your way closer to Tom.
- Mads? - Yes.
I know it's big thing to ask of you.
- No. - Yes, it's huge.
And I know we ought to talk about Peter and...
...and how we're doing and what happened, but I can't right now.
I need this. Something meaningful.
Are you in?
Yes. I already agreed.
- Hi. - Did he fall asleep okay?
Yes, and so did I.
- He asked for you. - Aw, he did?
He made a drawing for you.
Nice.
You work too much, sweetie.
- Nah, I'm just a lousy mom. - I didn't say that.
No, but it's what you're thinking.
No, what I'm thinking is that you're not okay.
I'm fine.
You won't find the answer out there. You'll find it here.
With your family and your boy.
- And inside yourself. - I know Peter's dead.
I know it's all my fault, and should I forget, Max reminds me of it.
I'll be off.
Mom?
Thank you.
Cool. Super. See you.
- Did you get lost? - Not at all.
- We're enjoying the view, little Tom. - I'm afraid the flats are sold out.
- Who buys that crap? - Your kind.
- My kind? - Sure. It's a ghetto.
- Remember my little brother? - Sure. Nice to run into you.
- I don't think it was nice. - I understand, but no harm was done.
But you've talked? So now you know where to keep away from.
I'm happy to know where you hang out, little Tom.
Take very good care. I mean that.
And get your dirty hands off my car.
You just spat inside your own car.
- It's started. - What do you think he'll do?
Buy a shawarma, watch Al-Jazeera, what the hell do I know?
But we need guards out here now.
- How about Mads? - Good idea.
The Minister is getting concerned about the Wolves.
- I've launched a new initiative. - Oh?
And when did you plan to inform us about it?
- Off the record? - Sure.
We're working on getting our own guy inside Tom's operation.
- That's a gray area. - But a chance to get close to him.
And a chance to get burned.
- Where the hell is that moron Mads? - He's on his way.
- Come with me. - I know the drill.
After a mere two weeks, you don't know the drill.
I'll show you the drill. Come.
Know what the biggest threat to our work is?
Transparency.
Citizens think they want to know everything. They don't.
They want us to solve their problems, but we can't if we show our hand.
You missed the instructions! You need to hear them more than anyone, Mads.
Trouble with the old lady, so...
- Go over this with the young man. - Thanks, boss.
How far can I go?
Everyone wants to be rid of the Wolves and Tom
so if you stay in the shadows, you have everyone in your corner.
But if it explodes in our face, you take the fall.
George is gonna kick you out if he sees that. Think of the gas vapors!
- Oh shit! - Give it to me.
- You're such a sucker. - Okay.
- How's our guy doing? - Fine.
We could arrest one of Tom's boys so he can fill the gap?
No, that could backfire.
We just have to be patient.
- How much does he want for it? - Nothing.
- Nothing? - No.
Who is he? Or... no. I don't wanna know.
- Does Anders know about it? - No.
- Am I interrupting anything? - No.
So, have you been working out?
It's a great heart starter. Have a sip. Go on.
What?
Seriously, it's pure poison.
- Let's grab a beer instead. - No, I have to go.
- And do what? - I work on a construction site.
- Doing what? - Helping out some friends. I'm a guard.
- Need any help? - No, I'm loaded up on dextrose.
See you tomorrow.
- I got you a beer. - Great.
- Cheers. - Cheers, Henrik. Good to see you.
I'm glad you called. It's been a while.
- Well, I quit the army. - Yeah, so what are you up to now?
- I work in a warehouse. - How's that, then?
It's fine.
- Just taking one day at a time? - Something like that. How are you?
Everything's cool. I'm just chilling at home.
Look, CC, don't be afraid to share your problems with your friends.
They want to be close to you. They want to be used.
I know it's not easy to bounce back. No one says it is, but...
You can do it.
Okay, fair enough. That's not why you called.
- I think you were great. - I could see you loved every word.
- Cheers. - I promise I won't go there again.
- I need your help. - Okay. For what?
Work. I need to flex my muscles.
Flex your muscles? What do you mean?
I don't want anyone to get hurt. I just need to show that I can...
...handle a crisis.
Okay. And where do I come in?
Aha. You intend to do a fake enemy maneuver?
That's it.
- Christ, man. - You in?
You know I can't say no to you. You son of a bitch.
It's a construction site. Let me illustrate.
Three entrances. East, south, west.
At the east entrance, you set fire to a container.
One night guard, young Mads. I move in from here.
The operation commences at 2210 hours.
Hey! What the fuck are you doing?
Hey!
- Are you okay? - Sure.
- No, no... - Well? Well?
Get the fuck out of here.
- Are you okay? - I'm fine. What are you doing here?
I came to see if you were hungry. Let's put out that fire.
Come on.
- Here you go. - Thanks.
One burger coming up.
What the hell was that all about?
- A misunderstanding. - It sure didn't look that way.
It's a misunderstanding that Akhmed thinks he can come to the site.
- Okay, so you knew them? - Akhmed's boys. We've got them in line.
How come Denmark's the only place that coats onions in flour and fries them?
- You can get fried onions everywhere. - No way.
It's Danish and it's brilliant.
Those moves of yours, did you pick them up in the army?
No, the army only teaches you to kill.
Wise guy, huh? Not hungry?
Yes, I am actually. Got anything?
- What do you mean? - You hang out with the Wolves, right?
Well, if there's an opening, I'm game.
Okay. I can't just get you in like that.
I just saved your ass and bought you a burger.
What more do you want? No, I get it.
But I need the money, so if I can help out in any way...
I might have a little job.
I'll look into it.
- I'm not shaking those licky-fingers. - It's just burger, man.
Hi. Max is asleep.
Well?
Mads is gonna bring me in on a job.
- Okay? When? - Soon.
Are you ready? And when Tom asks you about me?
- No problem. - What are you gonna say?
That you hate me.
I just want to prevent any slip-ups now that we...
- I know what I'm doing. - Good.
Mom, who are you talking to?
Go to sleep, sweetie.
- I'll keep you posted. - Listen. I can't bail you out...
I get it. I'm on my own. Fine.
Mom, I'm thirsty!
What's up, sweetie? Can't you sleep?
- Who were you talking to? - It was just the TV.
It sounded like Dad.
It wasn't Dad.
- I thought it was Dad. - Yeah.
But Dad isn't here. You know that.
Sleep tight.
- Hey, Sis. - Hey.
Finally you're back home, and I never see you.
Kinda stupid, don't you think?
Hey.
Come here.
- You're skinny. - No way.
- You are. Do you remember to eat? - Yes.
Or do you stick to smoking now?
Still got your stash?
Somalia.
Mali.
Iraq.
Afghanistan.
- How about this one? - I'll pass, but go ahead.
Just a little one. Why must you complicate things?
Hey...
I just came to invite you to dinner at my place on Sunday.
- My mom's coming. I can't be alone... - Camilla, I can't.
'Camilla'?
- I'm 'Camilla' now? - Sis...
You're the closest thing I have to a family.
I love you, but...
We can't see each other right now.
- I gotta go. - Now?
- Yes. - Who's that?
Just a friend.
Wait until we've left.
- Ready? - Yes.
- It's just you and me? - Yeah, I gotta test your skills.
Yes.
- CC? - I'm ready.
Call me when you see the guard. He has to wait outside for the police.
Roger.
Pick up.
- What? - Put on your ski mask.
Hey, I'm not stupid.
The guard's coming.
I'm just about done. Two minutes.
He's checking the gate.
He'll call the police and then wait for them to come.
He's going in. He is!
Get ready to roll. I'll block his way.
Hey, man!
- You said he'd stay outside. - I had a handle on it.
Ride the car to the store while I fix this.
How about my money, Mads?
You'll get it as soon as I've sold the goods.
- You have to sell them yourself? - Yes.
- Isn't Tom gonna handle that? - You'll get your money. Don't worry.
Sure. That's not what I'm saying.
Did Tom tell you to do this job or was it your own idea?
Tom doesn't think I can pull it off alone, but I just did
so now I'll get my colors and you'll get a foot in the door. Win win. Okay?
- Win win. - Alright! See you.
Hi. Anders.
- Hi. Louise. - Hi.
Fill us in.
It's the biker gang, like I told the rookie you sent first.
Why do you think it's the bikers?
They steal material for their bogus companies and undercut the rest of us.
Everybody knows that. What are you doing about it?
- We're investigating the case. - They stole two pallets of power tools.
- Are you ever gonna catch them? - Got any surveillance?
- Did you watch last night's footage? - Yes.
Some masked moron.
He scratches his neck at one point revealing a tattoo. Is that useful?
Nice ink, huh?
- Let's run it through the database. - Yes.
- We'd like access to this. - I'll email the link. It's all online.
- Well? - We'll get back to you.
- When? - We'll be in touch.
- What are you doing here? - Has Mads got an ugly skull tattoo?
- Yes. - We're nailing him for a robbery then.
- Were you involved? - I was the lookout.
- Can't you do something? - No, CC.
Before long we'll have tracked Mads's movements all night.
- Will we find something on you? - No.
If we find the goods, Mads is finished and you'll have to untangle yourself.
- If Mads goes down, I lose my way in. - I can't save him. I may save you.
- Where's Mads? Mads! - What's up?
Are the goods still in the car? We need to secure it. Where are the keys?
- On the windowsill. - Get them.
- Breathe and kiss your wife goodbye. - See you, honey. Let's go.
The tattoo guy, Mads, got into a fight with a guard at a boatyard last night.
The guard called it in. Coming?
That way.
It's over here.
Hurry!
Start the car.
- The fucking piece of shit won't start! - Sure it will. Try again. Hit the gas.
Yes!
Police!
Anders?
Anders!
Can you hear me?
Officer down. Exit 1 to the car dump on RefshaleÃ¸en.
You saved Mads's ass
but you put an officer in hospital.
He'll make it.
Hungry for more?
Stop by the clubhouse tomorrow.
Subtitles: Helle Schou Kristiansen