Kriger (2018) s01e05 Episode Script

- How could we let Akhmed's guys in? - We didn't suspect an attack.
- How did Akhmed know we'd be there? - Maybe he knew about the Italian deal.
Find Marcello now! - Does Tom suspect you? - Tom trusts me more than ever.
I'll free the Italians.
You must try to control Tom from the inside and we'll get them to meet.
Make CC go far away.
- And the Italians? - Get them out of the country.
They sold the drugs, but I'm gonna show them that I fucking own the streets.
We kidnap Akhmed and trade him for the drugs.
- It stops now.
It's gone too far.
- So you're giving up.
I've been instructed to pull you out, but I'm giving you this one chance.
- A chance to do what? - The right thing.
Come here! - What's your deal with the Italians? - We followed them.
- At what time? - 10:30.
We have a rat.
- 2-53-5.
- 3-5, over.
2-5, do you have visual of the village? Over.
Negative.
We arrive in 5 minutes.
Go west of the village and have your Iraqi secure the north side.
Out.
Copy.
Out.
- What's up? - Max has all these dreams.
He dreamt he lived in my pant pocket.
All tiny, looking out for me.
And I just stuck my hand in my pocket.
I have this in there, and for a second I thought it was him.
9-0, contact IED.
Contact IED, wait out.
- Jeppe? - Okay.
- Tom? Peter? - Here.
Walid? Walid! - Peter, any visual of our Iraqi? - Negative.
2-53-5, any visual of Walid and his group, over? Negative.
- We've got a man with a gun! - Fire at will! He's down.
- 2-53-5, visual of Walid's group? - Negative.
Still no visual.
Listen up.
We gotta move in and see what happened to our Iraqi friends.
- Peter, go first.
We'll follow.
- Negative, I've got zero cover.
- We'll wait for 2-5.
- We're safe here.
We'll follow.
Go! Copy.
WARRIOR - Why are we summoned to the clubhouse? - We have a rat we need to flush out.
And he's gonna fucking die! That DIY thing Let's not mention it.
It has nothing to do with this.
- What? Oh, sure.
- So, you're cool with it? - It's got nothing do with this, Mads.
- Great.
Thanks.
Don't contact me! All messages deleted What the fuck are you doing? - What's up? - New orders.
We're picking up Jack.
He's been doing coke for four days straight and won't move his ass.
Stay here.
- I'm coming with you.
- Why? He's not likely to come voluntarily.
I'll be backup.
Damn, Jack, what's going on? - Pancake? - No.
Get dressed.
Tom wants to see you.
- Pancakes first.
- We're expected at the clubhouse.
Where are your clothes? Your clothes Fuck me! Hey Hey, can you hear me? - Can you hear me? - Get lost Hey hey What's your PIN? Your PIN? 7-1-7-9.
Don't contact me.
Tom's looking for a rat - Jack.
Who's the girl, Jack? - Some bitch I fucked.
Eat.
- Jack, let's go.
I'm not going anywhere.
I'm staying here.
I've got pancakes and a bitch.
- Get dressed.
- Shut the fuck up.
- Get dressed.
- Jack.
Pancakes first.
Has soldier boy come for Jack? Is he man enough? - Yes, he is.
- No, he isn't.
- Lie down.
- Or else? - I'll put a fucking bullet in you.
- Go on, Jack.
Shoot me.
You're not dealing with a little girl this time.
Wanna shoot me? Go on.
No? Get dressed.
Why's the rat so important anyway? Shut up, coke head.
Come on, Jack, for fuck's sake.
- Is CC in the clubhouse? - No, but they've summoned everyone.
The only ones missing are Mads, Red, Jack and that new guy CC.
They seem to be looking for a rat.
The place is electric.
- Keep me posted.
- Sure.
Some asshole isn't coming back out and it won't be fucking me.
- Good luck, boys.
- Get a move on! No, don't go in! We need to raid the clubhouse now.
They're onto CC.
- What have we got? - All the bikers have been summoned.
They know there's a rat, and CC's inside.
It may go terribly wrong.
And CC? - Does he know anything? - No.
- Or I don't know.
- We must get this situation in check.
Find something at Akhmed's that ties Tom to the shooting so we can get a warrant.
Christ! Hey.
What now? Red, collect everyone's phone and make sure the PINs are disabled.
I want full access.
And send everyone to the great hall.
- What do I do? - Hand over your phone.
- Do we have a problem? - Red's clean.
Everyone else is under suspicion, so hand it over.
Okay, guys.
Simply hand in your phone, disable the PIN and stay calm.
We'll meet up in the great hall.
Danny, get over here.
- Is it locked? - No.
Check all the others, okay? Good.
- Are you okay? - What? Yeah, sure.
- Go, go - Jack, your phone.
Jack, goddammit.
Go on.
Okay.
Excuse me? Can I ask you something? - My break's over.
- Louise.
I'm with the police.
- Did you see what happened earlier? - No.
- Okay.
Where do you work? - In there.
- Where? - That office up there.
- You didn't see anything from up there? - No, I'm afraid not.
- Did you see the partygoers last night? - No, I didn't see them either.
Look, I know you're scared but this is about Akhmed, the gang leader, you know? Yes.
I don't blame you for not wanting to talk to the police about him.
I have a little girl.
I just answer the phone, book the drivers and go home.
But if I include you in my report, Akhmed will find out who you are.
- But I haven't told you anything.
- You've told me enough for a report.
But I'd rather not write one.
Okay.
A man was forced into a Ford Transit.
The windshield was shot to pieces, they hit that Picasso 97 and drove off.
- Did you see the driver? - I don't know.
- Did you see the shooter? - Ask Akhmed's boys.
They were all over.
Thanks.
Big is dead.
We were screwed over at NCC.
The police knew we were there.
And do you know why? Because at this table we have a rat.
- No way - Shut up! So if anyone knows anything or saw something now's the time to speak up.
I'll go through these and have a word with each of you.
Before the night is over, I'll have found the rat.
Having fun, Mads? - No.
- Got anything to say? No.
Sorry.
- MK! - Yeah? Who's Sylvia? - My bitch's friend.
- Does Lizi know you're fucking her? - What do you think, Tom? - Sit the fuck down.
Why are there no emails? If it can't be said in a text, I'm not interested.
- I want Lizi here right now.
- Why? - To find out what you're up to.
- But she doesn't know I don't care.
Tell her to get here.
- Did you get Akhmed's boys? - No.
We just saw some little brats.
- Where did they go? - Down the steps.
- I need to talk to them.
- It isn't safe to go down there alone! - Hey! - Hey! Hey! Up against the wall! What the hell do you think you're doing?! - Well? - We're under 15.
You can't convict us.
But we can have your family evicted.
End of the month.
Can your moms find new homes? And where are your dads? Can they even help you? - Fuck you.
- Language.
We'll let this slide if you tell me where Akhmed is.
Where's Akhmed?! Where is he? - What's it to you? - Where is he? - Where is he?! - Tom has him.
How do you know that? - We saw them grab him.
- And where are they now? - Where? - He's at Turbo's.
- Turbo's? - Tom's prey always ends up at Turbo's.
- Call the fire department.
- And these guys? Let them go.
Hi, boys.
Hi, babe.
Go on up.
- Hi.
- Hi, Lizi.
- Have a seat.
- What's going on? - Mind if I smoke? - Of course not.
And don't worry.
One of the boys fucked up, so I'm figuring out what's going on.
Doing okay, gorgeous? You look amazing.
Does he fuck you? - Why do you wanna know? - I need to know if he fucks you.
A nervous man can't get a boner.
When did he last fuck you? - Tuesday.
- Did he fuck you good? - It was okay.
- Was MK at home Thursday? No.
He wasn't home Thursday evening? Friday? - He says he was with you both evenings.
- Well, he wasn't.
- Does Sylvia have another number? - What the hell do you want with her? Don't worry about it.
26834640.
Does she have two numbers? - That is her old number.
- Okay.
I need her new number.
- What the hell for? - I need to talk to her.
Fuck you, shrimp dick! - That's gonna cost you.
- Someone's staying the night here.
Get your dick under control, man.
- Where's Danny? - Taking a piss.
- Candy, what number? - 15.
- Check out CC's.
- What about CC? Since he came, we've had trouble with the police, Akhmed and shit.
- That's not all CC's fault.
- How do we know that? - CC what number is your phone? - 7.
- It's clean.
- Sure.
I erase everything morning and night.
You should all do that.
- Where were you the day before last? - At home.
- Witnesses? - No.
Wasn't CC supposed to ensure us against an ambush? You can't ensure something doesn't happen.
You can prepare, so that if it happens, you're better off.
- And Big Claus? How did that go? - And your team? How did that go? You lost all your guys before you'd even reached your position.
How did that go? - We were fucking ratted out! - Exactly! Things fell apart and when that happened, Tom became my priority.
- And he survived.
- So Big Claus wasn't a priority? What the fuck's wrong with you? First Peter, then Big Claus - What the fuck - Stop! - Fuck you, man! - Sit down, guys.
Stop it! Stop it! Sit down.
Red, sit down! CC, you have to look at it through our eyes.
You're the last one to join.
You live alone on your boat.
Everything's erased on your phone.
No one knows who you are.
- Have your sister come in.
- She doesn't know anything.
I don't blabber to my stepsister or leave shit on my phone.
- I know what a traitor is, Tom.
- Do you? When I was deployed, the biggest threat wasn't the Taliban or terrorists.
It was the soldiers we were sent there to help.
Our brothers.
If there was a traitor among them, and there was he could lead the enemy straight into our camp.
He could shoot us in the back, ambush us.
He was the one I feared! He was the one I learned to watch.
And if I learned anything, it was that a rat cannot look you in the eye and he always avoids the group.
That's not me! I've been right here by your side and done everything you've asked since the day you let me in! Who here can't look me in the eye? Who here avoids the group? Jack, you didn't wanna come in.
Of course not.
I have 10 grams of coke and a big-titted, fuckworthy blow-chic waiting for me at home.
Order some fucking food.
It's gonna be a long day.
Fucking crazy! Don't contact me.
Tom's looking for a rat - Jack Welcome to the voicemail system.
Your call has been forwarded to an automatic voicemail system.
WHEN THE GATE IS CLOSED THE DOG IS LOOSE Hello? What the fuck did you do, CC?! We've got a possible crime scene.
Dispatch the forensics team.
Do you have any soy sauce? Have you got any soy sauce? - Jack, have you seen the soy sauce? - No soy here.
Want some of this? Nah, just some soy.
Has no one seen the fucking soy? Shut up about the damn soy sauce and go eat! - What the hell's your problem? - That you won't shut up.
- Bring it on, bro.
- Bring on what? - What's the problem? - He's going on about soy sauce.
- I just need some soy sauce.
- It's right here.
I want a word with you.
- Whose is it? - Jack's.
What do you think? He fucked up.
But I don't think it's Jack.
Okay.
What do you think we should do? I could squeeze him, like I squeezed Akhmed.
But we can't do that to all the brothers.
We can do an Akhmed on the police.
Who do you suspect is the contact at the police? - Louise.
- Yes.
Squeeze her, and we have our rat.
Doesn't she have a boy? - Yes.
- What's his name? Max.
That's what we'll do.
Grab Max.
Put the squeeze on her.
And find out who the rat is.
Agreed? - Yeah, it could work.
- Good.
- I'll go - No, no.
no.
I want I want to hear what Jack has to say.
- Have we got the search warrant? - Where's Akhmed? - I think Tom's got him.
- At the clubhouse? Tom isn't stupid.
They must know where he is.
We have to get CC out of there.
- We have enough to warrant a search.
- I'll get the warrant.
Sit down.
What does that say? I don't understand Why would I write that? - Did you write it? - No! I may have said something they're using against us.
But I'd never do that.
I need Louise's address.
Jack Go pick up a boy.
His name is Max.
Take the car parked out back.
You'll get the address in a minute.
Bring him to Turbo's.
- Can you handle that? - Understood.
I need to take a crap first.
- Was that it? - Yeah.
- Did you get a hold of Joy? - No.
- It's just if she's in labor - I left a message.
Okay.
Meet me in the bathroom.
I need to talk to you.
Come on.
Shut the door.
- Do you trust me? - Yeah, of course.
You have to get out of here.
Tom thinks you're the rat.
That's what he wanted to talk to me about.
I couldn't convince him.
- Fuck you.
- Mads! They're coming for you.
- This is your only chance.
- You know I'm not the rat! - Tom thinks you are.
- The police played me about you.
If I take off now, it's like admitting to it.
- I'll go tell them what happened.
- They'll kill you! They'll never accept that you ratted me out to the police! Mads, listen.
None of this crap is you.
You know that.
Get out of here and hide somewhere with Joy.
This'll all be over soon.
I promise.
Okay? - Hey! Think of Joy and your baby.
- Yes.
There's a tunnel system down here.
Get in.
The second tunnel to the right takes you straight to the street.
Yeah.
Thanks, CC.
- Is Mads out there? - Mads? - Clean that mess up.
- It's Mads's mess.
So get him.
Mads? Mads, come clean up! Mads! - Shut the fuck up.
What's wrong? - Mads needs to clean up his mess.
Stop shouting, man.
Mik, find Mads.
I can't find him.
I can't find Mads.
How hard can it be? - Have you seen Mads? - No.
- Didn't I tell everyone to stay? - Yeah.
Then find Mads.
Mads! - There's only one solution, you know.
- And that is? - Legalize drugs.
- You can't be serious.
You bet I do.
There goes their market.
- But it's not gonna happen.
- No.
- So you'll have to deal with it.
- How far can I go? An African child soldier who'd killed dozens of people asked a Danish interviewer what kind of problems Denmark had.
The interviewer mentioned gang wars, drug trafficking and all the other shit.
So the boy asks how many people that involves.
"4-500," the interviewer says.
What do you think the kid says? What? "I could come here and kill them all.
" - "Just get me a plane ticket.
" - What are you trying to say? I want someone to buy 10 plane tickets for African child soldiers so they can come here and shoot our problems straight to hell! Arrest the lot of them.
For what? Resisting.
Criminal possession of a weapon.
You'll think of something.
The warrant's here.
Get CC out.
Let's go! - What's up? - Mads is gone.
We can't find him.
- Mads is gone? We need to stop Jack.
- Why? If Mads is the rat, Jack walks straight into an ambush.
- What? - Get hold of Jack.
Stop him.
- Do you think Mads is the rat? - No.
He acts a bit strange but What do you mean 'strange'? His wife is having a baby, so of course he doesn't want to be here, but - I've stopped Jack.
- Good.
But what? When the police arrested me, they claimed Mads had ratted me out.
Now you tell me? Come on, the cops always try to pit us against each other.
And when the cop came to, the whole case fell apart.
- I didn't think anything of it.
- Where's Joy? - She doesn't pick up.
- Find Joy.
You find Mads.
- I should've told you.
- Yes, you should.
Take that one.
- Fucking pigs! Come on.
- No, not that way! Get down! Lie down! Now! - Hit the floor! - Get down! Now! - Show your hands! Get down! - I'm down, asshole.
- Hit the floor! - Stay down! Stop! Turn around.
It's over.
Let's go.
Tom thinks Mads is the rat.
Next step is to pick up the drugs.
Turn around.
Turn around.
Or else? You haven't got anything on Tom.
- I know you helped kidnap Akhmed.
- I had to.
- Did you kill him? - No! - Where is he? - Only Tom knows.
Have you got him? No, he isn't here.
Listen there's still a way out for you.
- But you have to come with me now.
- We had a deal.
- You didn't stick to it.
- I'm not done.
Done with what? What's left? - I'm not done.
- Don't do this for me.
Okay? - I'm not.
- Nor for Peter, nor for Max.
Turn around.
Remember what we agreed.
Remember what we agreed.
Turn around.
I'll get you Tom! Stop! Fuck, man! - What's the plan? - To find Mads.
Fuck Mads.
Let's find the Italians and close the deal.
We can't deal 300 kilos of dope with a rat running around.
We're not done yet.
We can still save the club.
But that little snitch dies now.
- And you're sure he's here? - Yeah.
Joy gave birth at home.
- Bets knows the hospital secretary.
- Let me do it.
Why? He ratted me out.
I should've seen it coming.
This is on me.
Number 12.
- Mads, you have to get outta here.
- Joy just had the baby! - Get Joy and get out! - I'm no fucking snitch