The Quiet Ones (2024) Movie Script
1
(seagulls squawking)
- (buoy bell ringing)
- (waves rustling)
(tense music playing)
(tense music continues)
(birds calling)
GOTHENBURG, SWEDEN, 2007
(brakes groaning, hissing)
Elin: (in Swedish)
It's not half past yet,
so we have to wait
a couple of minutes.
- (Jacob grunts)
- (music fades)
- (Elin sighs heavily)
- (car doors unlock)
Is everything okay at home?
Elin: Sure.
Except my daughter Asta
is a brat.
Just you wait until you get kids
of your own.
Jacob: Geez. I can imagine.
(Elin clicks tongue,
breathes deeply)
How have your first days
on the job been? Okay?
Fine. I have a good feeling.
Elin:
Are they treating you okay?
Jacob: I guess so.
(both chuckle)
- Sounds like them.
- Jacob: Hmm.
So, is it time?
- Jacob: I think so.
- Elin: Hmm.
I'll do it. Drink your coffee.
You need it.
Great.
- Mind the handle.
- (car door opens)
- (car door closes)
- (Elin sighs)
(car doors lock)
(Elin sniffs, clears throat)
(button clicks)
News anchor: (over radio)
Yet another bank
has filed for bankruptcy.
Asked whether we're facing
an economic crisis,
financial advisor
Kurt Samuelsson
answers reassuringly:
"There's no cause for concern."
"This was anticipated,
and the market will stabilize."
For the first time since 1996,
IFK Gteborg won
the Swedish title
after a well-deserved 2-0 win
over Trelleborg.
Three teams were poised...
- (car door opening)
- Jacob! Jacob!
Get in! Lock the door fast!
Make sure to lock the door.
(car door locks)
Elin: Keep calm, okay?
- Calm down.
- (tense music playing)
- I'll press the alarm.
- Jacob: What are we gonna do?
(device beeps)
- Keep calm.
- Man: (in English)
Get out of the car!
(in Swedish) Just keep calm.
Nothing's--
- (Elin and Jacob scream)
- Jacob: Fuck!
Man 1: (in English)
Out of the fucking car!
(in Swedish)
They're gonna kill us.
Elin: Okay, okay.
They are not gonna...
(Jacob and Elin scream)
Just keep calm.
They can't get in.
Man 1: (in English)
Give me the keys!
Elin:
We don't have any more keys!
We only have two keys!
- Man 1:
Don't fucking lie to me!
- Elin: You need two keys!
- Man 1: Come out!
- (saw whirring)
(in Swedish) As long as we stay
in the van, we'll be okay.
- (breathes heavily)
- Elin: I've pressed the alarm.
Man 1:
Show them who's in charge.
Elin: What the fuck are they
up to now?
(Jacob yelps)
Man 2: Give me the keys,
or we'll use this.
Jacob: We don't have any keys.
Man 2:
I'm gonna blow this shit up.
The new system
requires two keys!
We haven't got them here.
Man 2: Out! Out! Out!
- We have to stay in the van.
- How can you be sure it works?
Elin:
We have to stay in the van.
Do you hear me?
Stay here. No, Jacob!
- (car door opens)
- Elin: No!
Man 2: On your knees!
(in English) Marocco!
Door is open!
Jacob: (in Swedish)
Take the two bags.
Man 2:
I don't want your fucking bags!
I want the keys to the safe now!
- (banging on doors)
- (Elin mutters)
Man 1: (in English)
Get the fuck out of here!
Elin: Yes, yes.
Man 1: Get the fuck out of here!
- Okay, okay!
- Man 1: Go! Go!
- (Elin screams, whimpers)
- Man 1: Go!
On your fucking knees!
Elin: (in Swedish)
We haven't got the keys.
(Man 1 shouting in Swedish)
It's a new system!
Man 2: Give me the keys
to the safe now!
Man 1: (in English)
I said, last fucking chance!
Man 2: (in Swedish)
What's going on with the doors?
Elin: (in English)
You need two keys.
We only have one key!
(screams)
Elin: Oh, my god! Oh, my God!
Oh, my god!
- Please, please.
- (Man 1 shouts angrily)
Elin: (in Swedish)
I haven't seen your face.
You don't have to do it!
Man 2: (in English)
What do we do with her?
Elin: (in Swedish)
I haven't seen your face!
Man 2: (in English) What now?
Man 1: Get into the car!
Go, go, go, go, go, go!
(music fades)
(tires squealing)
(engine rumbling)
THE QUIET ONES
BALLERUP, DENMARK
Sara: (in Danish)
I can rap all day
and it's really cool,
all my friends come over
from school.
I can rap,
and you won't regret it.
I don't have to say it,
you already know.
Sara, eat your food
instead of rapping away.
Kasper: Uh...
Where the hell...
On your right, second drawer.
Kasper: Okay.
Right.
My brother wants you
to stop by the shop.
Some Moroccan wants to see you.
He seems pretty impatient.
- Now?
- Aaliya: Hmm.
- (calls out)
- Sweetie, don't bang it
like that.
- What does he want with me?
- Don't ask me.
(calls out)
Sweetie, you're zoning out.
No, stop that. Let me cut it.
(quietly) It's because Dad
gave me fries and nuggets.
Aaliya: You may leave the table.
Clear away your plate,
little lady.
Snitch...
- (running footsteps)
- Sara: Can I turn on the TV?
What?
(chuckles)
Trainer: Pick up your pace.
You're too slow.
(Kasper grunting)
Coach: Come on!
(indistinct chatter)
(rapid thuds)
Time!
(Kasper panting)
(rock music playing
over speakers)
Trainer:
All out of steam, Kasper?
Huh?
- Are you tired?
- Kasper: Nah.
(breathes deeply)
I'm ready.
- On your feet! Let's go!
- (Kasper grunts)
Trainer: Now!
(Kasper grunts)
Trainer:
Backpedal once you've hit him.
That's only mosquito bites.
Bring it on, Kasper!
Olaf: Right.
Seven point six kilograms.
(hands clap)
The diet's working.
Kasper:
Fucking rice and chicken, man.
I'm sick of it.
- How's your stamina?
- Getting there.
You need to show me
that you want this.
Sure.
Forget it if your head
isn't in it.
It is.
Olaf: This is your last chance.
There's no such thing
as number two, and you know it.
All that old crap is over.
It's all over, you know that.
We'd better renew your license.
That's what I wanna hear!
- Aaliya: (over phone) Hi.
- Hi, baby.
What's up, man?
Hi, it's me.
Aaliya: What did he say?
Are you ready to feel proud
of me?
Aaliya: Sara wants to hear too.
- Okay, put her on.
- Aaliya: Sara, come here.
- (grunts)
- Sara: Hi, Dad.
Hi, sweetie.
Sara: When will you
be the Danish champ?
What? Did Mom say that?
Sara: Yes.
Uh... (chuckles)
Okay, wait.
Olaf...
(clears throat)
...they want to know
when I'll be the Danish champ.
Start by winning
your first fight.
(Kasper chuckles)
Did you hear that?
Daddy has to win
an easy fight first.
So he's almost the champ.
Kasper: (softly) Hmm.
Try to fall asleep.
- Okay?
- Sara: Why?
(rain pattering)
(phone ringing)
(phone continues ringing)
Sweetie, go to sleep
and I'll be right back.
(phone ringing)
Kasper: Yes?
Man: (in English, over phone)
Meet me underground.
(phone clatters)
(gun cocking)
(ominous music playing)
(Kasper inhales deeply)
- (rain pattering)
- (ominous music continues)
You Kasper?
Kasper: Yeah.
Who are you?
Why are we down here?
You don't know
what I've done, my friend.
A lot of eyes on me.
You didn't want
to see me earlier?
I was busy.
Yeah?
Yeah.
I've heard very good stuff
about you.
Your brother-in-law...
He says you have brains.
Real brains.
That's nice.
- I need someone I can trust.
- I heard about you guys.
You fucked up
in Sweden last year.
Yeah, I know, I know.
So?
So...
It's something else. Big money.
Fifty.
Quiet ones.
Fuck off, man.
(scoffs)
(vehicle approaching)
Slimani:
There are five places like this
in Copenhagen.
That means that 20 percent
of the entire transactions
in the city goes there.
The whole building?
No.
The rest is just
a piece of shit storage.
What are they storing?
Heat pumps and dirty tires.
And how does the money depot
look on the inside?
That's the best part.
- What's this?
- (laptop opens)
It's a presentation video
from their website.
(keyboard clacking)
(in Swedish) How the fuck
can they post a video like that?
It's the dumbest thing
I ever saw. (chuckles)
Slimani: (in English)
They're almost inviting us.
Nobody's done this before.
If somebody else
got in front of us,
they're gonna
tighten up security,
and we can forget about it.
Hasse: (in Swedish)
We have to move fast.
There's nothing to think about.
(music fades)
AMAGER, DENMARK
(door rattling)
(in Danish) Is anybody here?
(approaching footsteps)
(in English) Hey.
What are you doing here?
- (door rattling)
- (lock clicking)
(keys jingling)
Slimani:
Have you been down here?
Hanne: No.
Slimani: Good.
It would be really nice
if you could tell me
before you were coming.
I look tired and it's...
No.
You look beautiful.
I thought
I'd never see you again.
You left me.
Pumpkin.
(sobs softly)
(in Danish)
I've been counting the days
since I last saw you, my love.
(contemplative music
playing)
Police instructor: One attempt!
12 reps for top marks.
(contemplative music
continues)
Invalid.
It must go all the way down.
Give it all you've got.
All the way down. Keep at it!
Number nine, go ahead.
Starting position,
lie down on the bench.
Hold the bar with straight arms.
Lower the bar
to touch your chest
and press back up
to starting position.
(grunts)
Police instructor:
We'll present you
with a dilemma.
Answer to the best
of your ability.
You're out one night off duty
and witness a fight.
Three against two, someone draws
a knife. What do you do?
Um...
I note
the perpetrators' clothes,
who holds the knife,
and ask someone to send
for the police
- and an ambulance.
- (Police instructor responds)
The police and the ambulance
are on their way,
but the perp won't wait.
He flees, leaving the victim
on the ground. What do you do?
(music fades)
Maria, it says here
you're a security guard.
You must have some idea
what to do?
He's getting away while you're
sitting there clueless...
I check the victim and assess
the situation to be manageable,
so I ask the staff to perform
CPR and take up pursuit.
Police instructor:
Leaving the victim?
I assess the victim
to be stable.
Police instructor:
So you're a doctor, too?
A doctor among the guests
handles the bleeding.
Police instructor:
Oh, how fortunate.
Yes.
(Police instructor sighs)
And then you take up pursuit?
You said he was
getting away, right?
I can't accept that.
(traffic rumbling)
(contemplative music
playing)
(pants)
(Workers chattering)
(contemplative music
continues)
(door opens)
Bro!
- What's up?
- (speaks Danish)
- All good? Great to see you.
- You too.
- How's my sister?
- She's just fine.
- Well, come on in.
- (speaks Danish)
(music fades)
(door closes)
(in English) So?
I'm not going in the building,
but I'll help you set it up.
A smaller cut
if you don't go in.
I know.
Why?
I'm focusing on something else.
Slimani: You scared?
Do I look scared?
I like you.
Keep your little secrets.
So you'll help me plan it.
Where do we go in?
Well, before we do anything,
I want you to get on that roof
and check out
if the video's real.
(contemplative music
playing)
(door opens)
(contemplative music
continues)
(music turns suspenseful)
Slimani: (over radio)
Camera's down.
I got you. Straight ahead.
Slimani:
Burning our way through now.
We've got a security guard.
Stay down.
(clears throat, sniffs)
She's coming over.
Get ready to leave.
Maria: (in Danish) Good evening.
May I ask
how long you've been here?
Be my guest.
Okay. How long have you
been here?
(Workers chattering)
Kasper: Dunno. Not long.
It hasn't got anything
to do with them?
Please take off your cap.
(Kasper snorts)
(suspenseful music
intensifies)
You have five minutes
to get the hell out of here,
or I'm calling the police.
- (music calms)
- (Kasper exhales)
(in English) Five minutes.
(clattering)
(indistinct chatter)
News anchor:
(in Danish, over radio)
...so foreclosures are
- on the rise.
- (music fades)
News anchor: Danish experts say
we should keep an eye
on the American economy,
but Danish banks
aren't at risk,
so they predict limited
financial repercussions
in Denmark.
SENGELSE, DENMARK
(in Swedish)
Have I seen you before?
(in Danish) I don't think so.
(in Swedish) Where the fuck
do I know you from?
[object thuds]
[object thuds]
(in English) What is this place?
This is a good house.
A shithole
in the middle of nowhere.
(in Swedish)
Isn't your name Kasper?
The fighter, right?
I saw you fight in Malm.
You were good.
(in Danish)
If you want to talk to me,
call me "the Dane" or something.
Don't say my name.
Hasse: Hmm.
(in Swedish)
A little sensitive, huh?
(in Danish) Exactly.
(dark contemplative music
playing)
(mutters)
(breathes heavily)
(music fades)
News anchor: (over TV)
...the new Hippopotamus House
will be followed
by the Elephant House
opening this summer.
The house designed
by world-renowned
architect Norman Foster
will improve
the elephants' conditions
and serve as
a cultural heritage
for Copenhageners.
After 94 years,
the old Elephant House
was no longer ideal
for the big animals.
Still, it has been decided
to preserve
the old Elephant House
for future reuse.
But although...
(door lock rattling)
(News anchor
speaking indistinctly)
(light switch clunks)
(News anchor
speaking indistinctly)
Slimani: (in English) Pumpkin?
Hanne: I told you
like many times.
I don't care what you do,
but no guns here.
Yes, you're right.
Hanne: (hesitating) Hmm.
Can I come over?
Yes.
- (Slimani grunts)
- (Hanne gasps)
(water sloshing violently)
(muffled screaming)
(gasps, whimpers)
- You don't look at my stuff!
- Yes!
- You understand?
- Yes!
- You understand?
- Yes!
- (Slimani grunts)
- (Hanne gasps)
(Hanne gasps, whimpers)
(cell phone buzzing)
News anchor:
(in Danish, over TV)
Early Wednesday,
three to six armed robbers
forced their way
into Loomis cash handling firm.
The robbers were brutal,
professional and very targeted.
Witnesses saw two
Polish station wagons
in the area at the time.
How much they got away with
is unknown.
- (dial tone beeping)
- News anchor: The police
have nothing to go on,
in what's being called
the biggest cash robbery
in Danish history.
Fuck!
(pulsing tense music
playing)
Kasper: What's up?
What's going on?
(clattering)
What are you doing?
Hasse: (in Swedish)
One of the cash handling firms
was robbed last night.
(in Danish) Yes. But not ours.
Hasse: (in Swedish)
That doesn't matter.
We're packing up.
Too many eyes on us.
- (Kasper clears throat)
- (clattering)
(in Danish)
Where's the Moroccan?
He doesn't pick up.
(in Swedish) He's gone.
What?
(in Swedish) He's gone.
It's too late.
(in Danish)
Hey, take it easy, man.
So you're giving up?
(in Swedish) Didn't I say
we had to move fast?
- Didn't I say that?
- (breathes heavily)
Didn't I say that?
Didn't you have something
you'd rather do?
(bags rustling)
(breathes deeply)
Olaf: (in Danish)
Get him on the ropes
like we talked about.
That's where you've got him.
(contemplative music
playing)
Is your head in it?
(Announcer speaking
indistinctly in distance)
Olaf: I believe in you.
- (music fades)
- (crowd clamoring in distance)
(grunts)
(crowd continues clamoring)
(grunts fiercely)
(Announcer speaking
indistinctly)
- (crowd clamoring)
- (grunts)
(clamoring echoes, fades)
(Kasper breathes heavily)
(approaching footsteps)
- Dad, please wake up and play.
- Hmm.
Hmm.
Sara: Dad.
(groans)
I've given him a sip of this.
Great. Give him this
and see if it helps.
(grunts) Ah...
Thank you. (slurps)
(grunts)
What does it say?
- One hundred degrees.
- Kasper: One hundred degrees?!
That can't be right, sweetie.
I'd be boiling up.
(slurps)
(Sara muttering)
Let's take a look at your teeth.
(sighs)
(truck beeping)
- (brakes hissing)
- (engine rumbling)
(loud whirring)
(grunts)
(rustling)
(pants)
- (thud)
- (chain rattling)
(contemplative music
playing)
(contemplative music
continues)
(alarm blaring)
- (music turns suspenseful)
- (alarm continues in distance)
(button clicks)
(alarm blaring)
Maria 1267 responding to
an alarm at Milton storage.
A window's been broken.
(indistinct radio chatter)
(heavy breathing)
(suspenseful music
continues)
(dial tone ringing)
(rustling over cell phone)
Slimani:
(in English, over phone)
You shouldn't call me like that.
Where can I meet you?
Slimani: It's off. We've got
nothing to talk about.
I promise you it'll be worth it.
(Slimani chuckles)
(roll-up door whirring)
(suspenseful music
continues)
(music fades)
(in Arabic) Do you want coffee?
No, thank you.
(in Danish)
I'll wait in the yard.
Give me a shout
if anything comes up
with those two.
(sirens wailing in distance)
(sirens grow louder)
(sirens fade into distance)
(in English) I found a way.
All we need to do
is change our tactics,
find some more men.
(Hasse chuckles)
We're gonna lock down
the entire city.
With garbage trucks.
We use them to block
all the major roads,
and that'll buy us
the time we need.
We just need 16 minutes.
How do you know?
Kasper:
The wall only takes two minutes.
If you get a machine
that's big enough,
you can do it in one push.
The rest is for packing
and getting out.
Police have tripled their shifts
since they took Loomis.
It can't be done now.
I thought I told you that.
- Doesn't matter.
- Of course it matters.
Not if you do what I say.
Hasse: What about
the storage room, the shelves?
We can't move all that shit
with that many eyes on us.
We're just gonna move it
during the day.
Then the alarms will be off.
People walk in and out of there
all the time.
- Nobody will suspect anything.
- (chuckles)
Slimani: And guns?
We'll be in and out before that.
It's a different situation now.
We need guns now.
All of us.
Okay.
(snorts)
I thought you didn't want
the heavy stuff.
I thought all you did was plan.
I want the money.
No.
No, it's something else.
Too scared
of becoming a loser, maybe?
Hmm?
You wanna beat
those Loomis guys.
Be somebody.
(ominous music playing)
Come on.
Tell me something
about yourself.
(clicks tongue) Forget it, man.
Then forget the plan.
What do you want to know?
- (door opens)
- Slimani: Anything.
Like, uh,
how did you get those scars?
(zipper opens)
(urine trickling)
When I was four years old,
my mom and her boyfriend
they, uh-- they had two dogs.
They forgot to feed them.
(toilet flushing)
(clicks tongue) So they bit me.
You happy?
(sniffs)
- Yes.
- (water running)
Now,
let me tell you
a little secret of mine.
First time I saw you,
I knew you were a killer.
Like me.
Set it up.
(door closes)
- (engine rumbling loudly)
- (tires squealing)
MALM, SWEDEN
(engine falters)
(karts whooshing loudly)
- (Mo grunts)
- (engine sputters)
- (engine sputters)
- (Mo grunts)
- (indistinct chatter)
- (roll-up door opening)
(karts whooshing in distance)
(in Swedish) A lot's happened.
We had so many cars through here
last year, I had to expand.
More employees, more cars,
garages, the works.
What's eating the mullah?
Stress?
Calm down.
I'm calm.
Are you?
Hasse: This is the guy
I told you about.
He's planning something big.
Sixty million.
Show a little respect.
We need cars.
(in English)
So, how many do you want?
Slimani: Three.
Audi A6s, black.
All right.
Slimani: Good.
(in Swedish) We'll get them.
No problem.
But on one condition.
I want in.
Come on. I'm bored!
(in English) I want in.
Mo!
(in Swedish) Wipe your hands
and come say hello.
(suspenseful music playing)
- (hands clap)
- Mo.
(in English) You good?
Yeah, are you?
Joppe: (in Swedish)
He's a good driver. Aren't you?
I'd say so.
(suspenseful music
continues)
GOTHENBURG, SWEDEN
(car alarms blaring)
(suspenseful music
continues)
Warsame: Open my door.
(Mo mutters in Swedish)
- Hurry!
- (zipper opens)
Warsame: Down there.
- (rustling)
- (car alarms continue blaring)
Warsame: Connect it.
There.
(Warsame sighs, clicks tongue)
Man, what the fuck is this now?
(car alarms stop)
Warsame: There!
Mo: How long does it take?
Warsame:
Just a couple of minutes.
Hurry, bro. Don't mess around.
It takes time, bro!
You can't rush it.
Where are you going?
Warsame: Hold it.
Mo: I don't know how it works.
Warsame: Just hold it.
I'll be back.
Hey, how's it going? Good?
You're okay?
Hey, is it working?
You're okay? Perfect.
- (car door closes)
- Warsame: Can I see?
Just a little more.
It's almost ready.
(chuckles) What the fuck's
that on your shirt?
Warsame: What?
- Are you blind?
- Warsame: It's nothing.
Mo: "Nothing"?
What the fuck is it?
It exploded on my shirt
as I left the store.
- So why wear it?
- It hardly shows.
It's dark, and I can see it,
stupid!
You're the only one
in the world who can!
And you're
shining the torch on me.
- (chuckles)
- You're the stupid one.
(car engine revving)
Walla, their engine is running.
So is the other one.
Hurry, man! Can't you fix it?
Do you know
who you're talking to?
So hurry up!
It takes time. You can't
rush it. Chill, man.
- Rush it!
- It's a machine. Let it work.
I haven't got
the nerves for this!
(engine starts)
Walla, I've got this.
I swear to God, I've got this!
- Well? Well? Jalla!
- (Warsame chuckles)
(Mo mutters)
(Warsame muttering)
Mo: Hey, don't forget this.
Warsame: No. Leave it in the car
or the engine will switch off.
Don't touch it, bro!
If you do,
we have to start over,
and you're too stupid.
Only I can do it.
Hey, we're leaving together.
Wait for us. We leave together.
I'm getting my motorbike,
and we're leaving together.
Jalla!
Jalla!
SENGELSE, DENMARK
(clanging)
(car engine rumbling)
(car engine shuts off)
Kasper: (in Danish)
Let's check out the route.
(wind whistling)
- Listen up now.
- (paper rustling)
(Kasper muttering)
(in Swedish)
What are you looking at?
What's that you've got there?
Nothing. What do you mean?
Lift up your jacket and shirt.
Lift!
(Joppe exclaims dryly)
- Tough.
- Yeah.
(scoffs)
(thud)
Joppe: Give me the fucking gun
or I'll break your jaw,
you little shit!
Thanks.
Jalla!
I hope you've got more brains
than your black friend.
Sure you do.
- (birds calling)
- (tense music playing)
LUND, SWEDEN
(Hasse muttering)
This is it.
(grunts) Are you gonna help?
Hasse:
Ask your boyfriend instead.
(snickers)
(groans)
- (zipper opens)
- Juventus: Six, right?
You're lucky.
They're in demand.
Kalashnikovs,
the suburban favorite.
The bullets are clean,
so don't touch.
(rifle cocks)
No good.
They're filled with dirt.
They work just fine.
Hasse: What if the fuckers jam?
(rifle cocks)
(Juventus exhales)
Are we good? War guns
can handle a bit of dirt.
Kasper: (in Danish)
We'll take them.
Pack them up and let's go home.
- Joppe: (in Swedish)
Good morning.
- Good morning.
(tense music continues)
News anchor:
(in Danish, over TV)
...costlier loans lead
to the first Danish victims
of the global crisis.
(News anchor
continues indistinctly)
Sara: Dad,
can I ask you something?
Sure.
Are you the champ yet?
Aaliya: Sweetie, stop talking
and eat your food.
Good, good, good, good.
Looking forward
to your birthday?
Yes. All my friends are coming.
Oh.
Great. It's gonna be
a huge party.
(Sara and Kasper chuckle)
Am I invited?
Yes.
What presents would you like?
Sara: I'd like a mobile phone
and money.
Know what?
I'd like money as well.
- (Sara giggles)
- (chuckles)
- And phones.
- (Sara laughs)
(Sara muttering)
(exhales deeply)
(breathes deeply)
(tense music playing)
(birds chirping)
- (indistinct chatter)
- (tense music continues)
Slimani: (in English)
Everybody inside!
(tense music continues)
Slimani: First five trucks,
Malm group.
Okay.
You go to the police stations
right next to the exits.
The rest,
park at the top of the freeways
and selected intersections.
Put them across, right?
Across the road, block.
(indistinct chatter)
Slimani:
When you pour the gasoline,
get it on the seats.
The seats, okay? Burns faster.
I want chaos!
It's you!
Stockholm and Copenhagen.
And finally, don't talk.
Don't say one fucking word
to each other.
And for those inside,
no shit currencies!
Big money only.
Kroner, dollars, euros.
Understood?
Robbers: Yes.
(yells) Understood?
- Robbers: Yes!
- Okay, everybody.
Load up! Load up!
- (indistinct chatter)
- (motorcycle engines revving)
Go.
(tape crackling)
(zipper closing)
- (tape crackling)
- (zipper closing)
(inhales deeply, grunts)
(music fades)
(birds chirping)
(grunts loudly, echoes)
(breathes deeply)
(grunts)
(tense music playing)
(truck engine starts)
(tense music continues)
(Robbers shouting)
(metal jingling)
- (music fades)
- (vehicles approaching)
Kasper: (in English)
16 minutes and we're out.
- (loader engine rumbling)
- (tense music playing)
(alarm blaring)
(truck engine starts)
(brakes hissing)
- (alarm continues blaring)
- (tense music continues)
Kasper: Come on, come on!
Slimani: Go!
Go fill up the bags!
Go fill up the bags!
(sirens wailing)
- (alarm continues blaring)
- (tense music continues)
(music fades)
Hasse: (in Swedish)
We're here! Get in position.
Kasper: (in English)
Go, go, go, go, go!
(in Danish)
Two minutes to break it down.
Hit it here! Once is enough.
Hasse: (in Swedish) Let's go!
Kasper: (in Danish)
Full speed ahead!
(loader beeping)
Hasse: (in Swedish) Go again!
Kasper: (in Danish) Go, go, go!
(heavy thud)
(tense music playing)
Hasse: (in Swedish)
Got anything to say about this?
Kasper: (in Danish) Try again.
Try again!
Hasse: (in Swedish)
Go again! Go again!
Now break down
that fucking wall!
(loader beeping)
(alarm continues blaring
in distance)
(distant thud)
Mo: We don't have time for this.
(tense music continues)
Dispatcher:
(in Danish, over radio)
Calling all cars in Zone Two.
Calling all cars in Zone Two.
Our alarm at Milton
is activated.
We see three black vehicles
in the parking lot.
Possibly military.
Heavily armed.
The police are on their way.
They don't want a confrontation
that may get out of hand. Over.
Security guard: (over radio)
Adam 1519, copy.
Dispatcher: 1267, do you copy?
Do the police know this area?
Dispatcher:
Yes, and we've been told
to stay away.
Do they know
about the open back gate?
They can leave that way.
Dispatcher: The police
are waiting for SWAT,
so we'll do the same.
(breathes heavily)
(loader engine revving)
(Hasse grumbling)
(in Swedish)
What the fuck is this?!
Kasper: (in Danish) Keep going.
Hasse: (in Swedish)
You keep saying that.
What happened to one push?
Kasper: Keep going.
Hasse: (in Swedish)
What are you talking about,
you fool?
Kasper: (in Danish)
Just keep going,
for fuck's sake!
Do you hear? Keep going!
(calls out)
Just hit it hard!
It's fucking mosquito bites!
Go, for fuck's sake!
- Go!
- Hasse: (in Swedish) Go again!
(loader beeping)
Kasper: No more fucking around!
Full throttle this time!
Hasse: (in Swedish) Last push.
(Kasper muttering)
(heavy thud)
(Hasse grumbles)
Kasper: Try again.
Hasse: (in Swedish)
Plan B, copy? Plan B.
Fuck this!
Get out of the loader.
Kasper: (in Danish)
No, stick to the plan!
No, get back in the loader.
Joppe: (in Swedish)
Make up your minds! In or out?!
Kasper: (in Danish)
We gotta try again.
Hasse: (in Swedish)
Give me the bag.
Kasper: (in Danish)
What's he doing here?
You're not supposed to be here.
Get out!
Mo: (in Swedish)
You called me over?!
Are you stupid or what?
Kasper: (in Danish)
What the fuck?
I didn't okay this!
Hasse: (in Swedish) New plan.
Yours didn't work.
Kasper: I didn't okay this.
Hasse: (in Swedish) I did.
We need to move.
Kasper: You're gonna blow
the roof down on us.
Hasse: (in Swedish)
You fucked us
with your lousy plan!
What the fuck are you doing?
Kasper: (in Danish)
Go pack your shit!
You, get back
in that fucking loader!
(Joppe laughs)
Kasper: We'll hit the wall
somewhere else.
Do I have to tell you twice?
Are you gonna do something?
- Mo: (in Swedish) Fucking cunt!
- Kasper: Get in gear!
(loader beeping)
Kasper: Pack up that shit!
Mo: (in Swedish)
What's your problem!
You threw it!
Kasper: (in Danish)
What's your problem?!
Pack it up!
- (Mo muttering)
- Kasper: Get out!
Kasper:
Are you retarded or what?
- (music fades)
- (loud rumbling)
(Hasse shouting)
(Hasse cheering)
Kasper: Go to the cars!
Get going!
Hasse: (in Swedish) Fuck!
(sighing heavily)
Fuck!
(suspenseful music playing)
Joppe: (in Swedish, muffled)
Go, go!
(alarm blaring)
Joppe: Empty them!
(exclaims)
Kasper: (in English)
Go, go, go, go!
Joppe: (in Swedish)
Empty the box! Hurry!
(Hasse grunts)
- Kasper: (in Danish) One more!
- (Joppe shouts)
(Kasper shouts)
Take it all!
(Joppe grunts)
Kasper: Over here!
Hasse: (in Swedish)
New bag! Let's go!
(frantic chatter)
Hasse: Empty the table!
(Hasse shouts)
Go, go, go!
Go, go, go!
(Joppe grunts)
(Hasse groans)
- (alarm continues blaring)
- (tense music playing)
Mo: (in Swedish) Hurry up!
(Mo shouts)
Slimani: (in English) Time's up!
Joppe: (in Swedish)
Leave them here.
Kasper: (in English)
Problems with the wall!
Slimani: Hurry the fuck up!
Get it in the car!
Dispatcher:
(in Danish, over radio)
...patrols are on the way,
so do nothing.
We're getting reports
of nails on the freeways.
- Bravo 14-07, over.
- (sirens wailing)
P14, copy. We're heading south.
Bravo 14-07, over.
Dispatcher: Bravo 14-07, copy.
Stay safe and await SWAT team.
(tense music continues)
Slimani: (in English) Police!
(Joppe grumbling)
Kasper: (in Danish)
Hurry, hurry, hurry!
Are you okay?
Hasse: (in Swedish)
I just need to get my wind back.
Kasper: (in Danish)
Then take this.
(Hasse groans)
(grunts)
Joppe: (in Swedish) Time's up!
(Hasse groans)
Kasper: (in Danish) Let's go!
- We're leaving!
- Joppe: (in English)
Yes, yes, yes.
(Kasper calling out)
(in Danish) Hurry!
(Robber calling out)
Robber: (in Swedish)
Hurry! The police are here!
(Hasse groaning)
(Hasse sighs)
- Kasper: (in Danish)
Stay in the car.
- (Hasse groans)
(in English) Stay awake!
Hasse: (in Swedish)
My blood is everywhere in there.
(in English) Fuck!
Kasper: (in Danish)
Hey, last run.
Joppe: (in Swedish)
Time's run out.
Kasper: Last run!
Joppe: (in Swedish)
You'll risk everything. Don't!
Kasper: (in Danish) Get in gear.
Hasse: (in Swedish) Damn!
Kasper: (in Danish) Move!
Police officer:
Turn off the engine
and come here
with your hands up!
Slimani: (in English)
Come on, let's go.
Come on! Let's go!
(engine revving)
Mo: (in Swedish) Guys, let's go!
(Kasper grunts)
- (Joppe groans)
- Kasper: (in Danish)
Did you check the backroom?
Joppe:
(in Swedish, shouting) What?
Kasper: (in Danish)
The backroom!
Joppe: (in Swedish)
What the fuck for?
It's only peanuts!
- (Kasper protests)
- Joppe: Forget it!
(Kasper grumbles)
(Joppe panting)
(Kasper panting)
(Kasper groans)
Joppe: Grab the bags, hurry!
Get in and get ready to go.
Kasper: (in Danish)
We go together!
Mo: (in Swedish)
Let's go! The police are here.
Joppe: Not until we're done!
Just shut up!
(Kasper panting)
Slimani: (in English) Get in!
Kasper: There's still
more money in there.
Slimani: Time's up! Get in!
Kasper: Wait, wait!
They're not moving.
They've seen the fucking guns!
They don't wanna risk
getting shot!
Make sure they see your gun.
Slimani: What you doing? Fuck!
Police officer: (in Danish)
Lay down your weapons!
Joppe: (in Swedish)
What the fuck is that idiot
up to now?
Police officer:
Show me your hands!
- (Police officers shouting)
- Mo: (in English) Fuck.
Slimani: Get it back on!
Get the fucking car back on!
I don't know how to do it, man!
It's my friend.
- Slimani: I don't care!
- Fuck!
(Police officers shouting)
(tense music continues)
Police officer: (in Danish)
Hands over your head now!
Lay down your weapon!
Mo: (in Swedish)
Come on, come on.
(Kasper panting)
(Kasper continues panting)
Kasper: (in English) Go, go, go!
(Kasper shouting)
Kasper: That's it!
(tense music continues)
Kasper: (in Danish)
Why is the engine off?
(breathes shakily)
Kasper: Why isn't the car ready?
Turn it on now!
- Turn it on!
- (engine starts)
(in English) Okay, let's go!
Let's go. Get in!
Slimani: Go, go, go!
- (tires screeching)
- (chains rattling)
(car engine revving)
Kasper: Stay in the car!
(music turns suspenseful)
(in Danish) Open the gate.
Open the gate.
Now!
Open the gate!
Open the fucking gate!
(car door opens)
(in English) Give the keys!
- (gasps)
- Kasper: Relax, relax!
The keys now!
I don't have them.
- (gun clicks)
- Kasper: Hey!
(Slimani grumbles)
Kasper: Hey, hey! Fucking relax!
(gun clicks)
Cut it open.
Cut it open now!
(chains rattling)
(chains clank)
- Fuck!
- (car engine revving)
(tires screeching)
(sirens wailing in distance)
(engine revving)
(police sirens wailing)
- Mo: (in Swedish)
Where are they?
- Kasper: Go straight ahead.
- Slimani: (in English)
Drive faster!
- Mo: But I can't see shit!
Slimani:
Drive faster, I tell you!
Don't fucking get lost.
I said faster!
What the fuck you doing?
- Go faster now!
- (engine revving)
Put the fucking gun down!
Fuck you! Now!
What the fuck should I do, man?
Put the gun down.
Slimani: Sure you wanna do this?
I'm sure. Give it to me.
(police sirens continue wailing)
Get the nails!
Get the fucking nails!
- Give me my gun!
- No fucking guns!
Get the nails.
Roll down the window. Throw!
(nails clinking)
- Slimani: Try again!
- Kasper: Try again. Come on.
(nails clinking)
Slimani: Fuck you!
- (sharp crunch)
- (tires screeching)
- Yes!
- Kasper: Yeah!
Okay, there's one more.
Throw again.
I'm out! (grumbles)
Drive faster!
(loud thud)
Slimani: Shit! Fuck!
- Kasper: Keep driving!
- Speed up! Speed up!
Mo: I'm trying, man!
Slimani:
Get your fucking mask down!
Mo: (in Swedish)
The son of a bitch is trying
to run me off the road!
- Kasper:
(in English) Keep going!
- Slimani: Faster! Drive faster!
- Throw! Do it!
- (Kasper grunts)
- (loud crash)
- (tires screeching)
(Kasper breathing heavily)
Whoo!
Joppe: (in Swedish)
Suck it up! We're almost home.
- (grunts) We're almost home.
- (Hasse groans)
(contemplative music
playing)
(screams)
- Suck it up. Almost there.
- (Warsame speaks Swedish)
Joppe: Take him over here.
- Warsame: He's doing fine.
- (Hasse groans)
Warsame:
They need help over there.
- What the fuck kept you?
- (Mo speaks Swedish)
(indistinct chatter)
(Hasse groans loudly)
(in Danish)
You can't see a doctor.
You understand that, right?
We'll patch you up on the farm.
On your feet.
Start cleaning the cars.
(in English)
Get the cars into the container!
What you can't carry now,
you take on the second run.
- Let's go!
- Guns, everything! Let's go!
(Kasper breathes deeply)
(sighs heavily)
(contemplative music
continues)
(coughs)
(indistinct chatter)
(fire crackling)
(music fades)
Mo: (in Swedish)
That's not 500,000?
Joppe: What did you expect?
That you'd get
all the money now?
Get going.
(indistinct chatter)
Kasper: (in English) I have 16.
Twelve and ten.
With mine, it's 64.
How much
did the other robbery get?
Who cares?
I care.
Hasse: (in Swedish)
They got 65.
(in Danish) Where's the red bag?
(in Swedish) That's peanuts.
You can't unload it.
Why didn't you count
all the cash?
What's with him?
(in English) No! I told you.
No shit currency.
Big money only.
What you gonna do with that?
(bag thuds)
Count it.
(birds chirping)
Joppe: (in Swedish)
One point seventy-five.
Two point twenty-three.
(in English)
Two point zero straight.
(in Swedish) Seventy-one.
A little over 71, okay?
(dramatic music playing)
Joppe: (in English) All right.
Slimani: Congratulations.
You're a winner.
We're gonna get caught.
Yeah.
Sure.
I know that.
(dramatic music continues)
Imran! Jalla.
(music fades)
- (in Danish) What's up, bro?
- (Mohammed exclaims)
- Give me a hug! (laughs)
- Kasper: What's up, bro?!
Good work! What's up?
- Give me a hand.
- Sure. Is that it?
Kasper: It's heavy stuff.
Good thing I've been
working out.
(laughs)
- This is for you.
- Mohammed: Thanks.
Kasper:
Run the rest through the shop
for 500-euro notes.
Will do. Fuck this.
Let's go to the apartment.
- Yeah.
- (trunk closes)
(News anchor
speaking indistinctly)
A WEEK LATER
- News anchor: (over TV)
...Roskilde Bank is insolvent.
- (children chattering)
News anchor:
The takeover will take
some pressure
off the financial system
in Denmark,
according to a press release
by Roskilde Bank.
The international
financial crisis,
which has been brewing
since 2007,
in the US in particular
but also in Germany and the UK,
has now reached Denmark,
say several experts.
The police are still
investigating
last week's cash handling firm
robbery.
At 4:30 a.m. on Sunday,
an unknown number of armed men
broke into
the cash handling firm.
(machinery whirring)
Mo: (in Swedish) Hey!
Hey! Where are you going?
(karts whooshing in distance)
News anchor: (over TV)
This is what we know.
The robbers wore coveralls
and masks
and were armed presumably
with Kalashnikovs.
The robbers got away
with a multi-million
kroner amount.
The precise amount
is estimated to exceed
to exceed that
of the robbery in April.
- (in Danish) What's up?
- Kasper: What's up, bro?
Come in.
I just need to pack my bags
and we're outta here.
(Kasper sighs)
The guard...
She's okay.
But... people say she's talking
to the police.
- What people?
- Mohammed: People.
(Mohammed hesitates, exhales)
What are they saying?
You were caught in Sweden,
on surveillance footage.
Some trip.
- Hmm.
- Mohammed: They've been
showing her mug shots.
And she identified you.
Didn't you wear a mask?
Sure I did.
Are you sure about this?
She saw your face.
- You've lost it.
- (sighs)
(sighs heavily)
Mohammed:
So we'd better get you out now.
(hand slams)
(suspenseful music
playing)
No can do.
I promised to be there
at her birthday.
- (hesitates)
- What do you want me
to do with this?
- They'll understand.
- She's seven!
She doesn't understand jackshit!
They'll bust you if you go home.
Use your head now.
Don't call them.
Shut the fuck up
for two seconds!
(cell phone thuds)
(music fades)
(karts whooshing in distance)
Joppe: (in Swedish) Wait!
- Wait. I want to talk to you.
- Warsame: Wait?
You fucking son of a bitch!
I want my fucking money.
Warsame, what are you doing?
Come here.
Joppe: Let's talk about it
like real men.
- (Warsame protests)
- Joppe: We'll sort it out
in the office.
Of course you'll get more money.
I didn't know
you took it so hard.
(tense music playing)
Ever tried kart racing?
It's fucking awesome.
We'll sort this out. No problem.
(indistinct chatter)
(Warsame whimpering)
Hasse: Lift your face
so I can see you.
- (grunts)
- (Warsame groans)
(Hasse groans)
(Warsame groaning)
(muffled chatter)
(tense music continues)
(mutters)
Police officer: Police! Police!
(indistinct clamor)
(gun clangs)
(gun clangs)
Aaliya: (in Danish) Here.
- (music fades)
- Aaliya: Yes, well done.
- Nice. Is it hard to push in?
- Yes.
- Nice. Last one.
- Thanks, Mom.
(pensive music playing)
Sara: One, two, three, four,
five, six, seven, eight!
- Eight flags?
- (Sara chuckles)
(pensive music continues)
Police instructor:
Lean more aggressively
into the weapon. That's it.
Fire your gun.
Take it easy. Aim and fire.
That's it. There you go.
- (music fades)
- (birds chirping)
MLAGA, SPAIN
(dog barking in distance)
(insects chirping)
(pants)
(exhales, breathes deeply)
(pants)
(pensive music playing)
The robbery on 10 August 2008
is the biggest robbery
in Danish history.
In September 2010,
the organizers
and 11 others were convicted
of the robbery.
The 15 convicted were sentenced
to over 100 years altogether.
Of the estimated
stolen DKK 70 million,
only 4 have been found.
THE QUIET ONES
(pensive music continues)
(tense music playing)
(seagulls squawking)
- (buoy bell ringing)
- (waves rustling)
(tense music playing)
(tense music continues)
(birds calling)
GOTHENBURG, SWEDEN, 2007
(brakes groaning, hissing)
Elin: (in Swedish)
It's not half past yet,
so we have to wait
a couple of minutes.
- (Jacob grunts)
- (music fades)
- (Elin sighs heavily)
- (car doors unlock)
Is everything okay at home?
Elin: Sure.
Except my daughter Asta
is a brat.
Just you wait until you get kids
of your own.
Jacob: Geez. I can imagine.
(Elin clicks tongue,
breathes deeply)
How have your first days
on the job been? Okay?
Fine. I have a good feeling.
Elin:
Are they treating you okay?
Jacob: I guess so.
(both chuckle)
- Sounds like them.
- Jacob: Hmm.
So, is it time?
- Jacob: I think so.
- Elin: Hmm.
I'll do it. Drink your coffee.
You need it.
Great.
- Mind the handle.
- (car door opens)
- (car door closes)
- (Elin sighs)
(car doors lock)
(Elin sniffs, clears throat)
(button clicks)
News anchor: (over radio)
Yet another bank
has filed for bankruptcy.
Asked whether we're facing
an economic crisis,
financial advisor
Kurt Samuelsson
answers reassuringly:
"There's no cause for concern."
"This was anticipated,
and the market will stabilize."
For the first time since 1996,
IFK Gteborg won
the Swedish title
after a well-deserved 2-0 win
over Trelleborg.
Three teams were poised...
- (car door opening)
- Jacob! Jacob!
Get in! Lock the door fast!
Make sure to lock the door.
(car door locks)
Elin: Keep calm, okay?
- Calm down.
- (tense music playing)
- I'll press the alarm.
- Jacob: What are we gonna do?
(device beeps)
- Keep calm.
- Man: (in English)
Get out of the car!
(in Swedish) Just keep calm.
Nothing's--
- (Elin and Jacob scream)
- Jacob: Fuck!
Man 1: (in English)
Out of the fucking car!
(in Swedish)
They're gonna kill us.
Elin: Okay, okay.
They are not gonna...
(Jacob and Elin scream)
Just keep calm.
They can't get in.
Man 1: (in English)
Give me the keys!
Elin:
We don't have any more keys!
We only have two keys!
- Man 1:
Don't fucking lie to me!
- Elin: You need two keys!
- Man 1: Come out!
- (saw whirring)
(in Swedish) As long as we stay
in the van, we'll be okay.
- (breathes heavily)
- Elin: I've pressed the alarm.
Man 1:
Show them who's in charge.
Elin: What the fuck are they
up to now?
(Jacob yelps)
Man 2: Give me the keys,
or we'll use this.
Jacob: We don't have any keys.
Man 2:
I'm gonna blow this shit up.
The new system
requires two keys!
We haven't got them here.
Man 2: Out! Out! Out!
- We have to stay in the van.
- How can you be sure it works?
Elin:
We have to stay in the van.
Do you hear me?
Stay here. No, Jacob!
- (car door opens)
- Elin: No!
Man 2: On your knees!
(in English) Marocco!
Door is open!
Jacob: (in Swedish)
Take the two bags.
Man 2:
I don't want your fucking bags!
I want the keys to the safe now!
- (banging on doors)
- (Elin mutters)
Man 1: (in English)
Get the fuck out of here!
Elin: Yes, yes.
Man 1: Get the fuck out of here!
- Okay, okay!
- Man 1: Go! Go!
- (Elin screams, whimpers)
- Man 1: Go!
On your fucking knees!
Elin: (in Swedish)
We haven't got the keys.
(Man 1 shouting in Swedish)
It's a new system!
Man 2: Give me the keys
to the safe now!
Man 1: (in English)
I said, last fucking chance!
Man 2: (in Swedish)
What's going on with the doors?
Elin: (in English)
You need two keys.
We only have one key!
(screams)
Elin: Oh, my god! Oh, my God!
Oh, my god!
- Please, please.
- (Man 1 shouts angrily)
Elin: (in Swedish)
I haven't seen your face.
You don't have to do it!
Man 2: (in English)
What do we do with her?
Elin: (in Swedish)
I haven't seen your face!
Man 2: (in English) What now?
Man 1: Get into the car!
Go, go, go, go, go, go!
(music fades)
(tires squealing)
(engine rumbling)
THE QUIET ONES
BALLERUP, DENMARK
Sara: (in Danish)
I can rap all day
and it's really cool,
all my friends come over
from school.
I can rap,
and you won't regret it.
I don't have to say it,
you already know.
Sara, eat your food
instead of rapping away.
Kasper: Uh...
Where the hell...
On your right, second drawer.
Kasper: Okay.
Right.
My brother wants you
to stop by the shop.
Some Moroccan wants to see you.
He seems pretty impatient.
- Now?
- Aaliya: Hmm.
- (calls out)
- Sweetie, don't bang it
like that.
- What does he want with me?
- Don't ask me.
(calls out)
Sweetie, you're zoning out.
No, stop that. Let me cut it.
(quietly) It's because Dad
gave me fries and nuggets.
Aaliya: You may leave the table.
Clear away your plate,
little lady.
Snitch...
- (running footsteps)
- Sara: Can I turn on the TV?
What?
(chuckles)
Trainer: Pick up your pace.
You're too slow.
(Kasper grunting)
Coach: Come on!
(indistinct chatter)
(rapid thuds)
Time!
(Kasper panting)
(rock music playing
over speakers)
Trainer:
All out of steam, Kasper?
Huh?
- Are you tired?
- Kasper: Nah.
(breathes deeply)
I'm ready.
- On your feet! Let's go!
- (Kasper grunts)
Trainer: Now!
(Kasper grunts)
Trainer:
Backpedal once you've hit him.
That's only mosquito bites.
Bring it on, Kasper!
Olaf: Right.
Seven point six kilograms.
(hands clap)
The diet's working.
Kasper:
Fucking rice and chicken, man.
I'm sick of it.
- How's your stamina?
- Getting there.
You need to show me
that you want this.
Sure.
Forget it if your head
isn't in it.
It is.
Olaf: This is your last chance.
There's no such thing
as number two, and you know it.
All that old crap is over.
It's all over, you know that.
We'd better renew your license.
That's what I wanna hear!
- Aaliya: (over phone) Hi.
- Hi, baby.
What's up, man?
Hi, it's me.
Aaliya: What did he say?
Are you ready to feel proud
of me?
Aaliya: Sara wants to hear too.
- Okay, put her on.
- Aaliya: Sara, come here.
- (grunts)
- Sara: Hi, Dad.
Hi, sweetie.
Sara: When will you
be the Danish champ?
What? Did Mom say that?
Sara: Yes.
Uh... (chuckles)
Okay, wait.
Olaf...
(clears throat)
...they want to know
when I'll be the Danish champ.
Start by winning
your first fight.
(Kasper chuckles)
Did you hear that?
Daddy has to win
an easy fight first.
So he's almost the champ.
Kasper: (softly) Hmm.
Try to fall asleep.
- Okay?
- Sara: Why?
(rain pattering)
(phone ringing)
(phone continues ringing)
Sweetie, go to sleep
and I'll be right back.
(phone ringing)
Kasper: Yes?
Man: (in English, over phone)
Meet me underground.
(phone clatters)
(gun cocking)
(ominous music playing)
(Kasper inhales deeply)
- (rain pattering)
- (ominous music continues)
You Kasper?
Kasper: Yeah.
Who are you?
Why are we down here?
You don't know
what I've done, my friend.
A lot of eyes on me.
You didn't want
to see me earlier?
I was busy.
Yeah?
Yeah.
I've heard very good stuff
about you.
Your brother-in-law...
He says you have brains.
Real brains.
That's nice.
- I need someone I can trust.
- I heard about you guys.
You fucked up
in Sweden last year.
Yeah, I know, I know.
So?
So...
It's something else. Big money.
Fifty.
Quiet ones.
Fuck off, man.
(scoffs)
(vehicle approaching)
Slimani:
There are five places like this
in Copenhagen.
That means that 20 percent
of the entire transactions
in the city goes there.
The whole building?
No.
The rest is just
a piece of shit storage.
What are they storing?
Heat pumps and dirty tires.
And how does the money depot
look on the inside?
That's the best part.
- What's this?
- (laptop opens)
It's a presentation video
from their website.
(keyboard clacking)
(in Swedish) How the fuck
can they post a video like that?
It's the dumbest thing
I ever saw. (chuckles)
Slimani: (in English)
They're almost inviting us.
Nobody's done this before.
If somebody else
got in front of us,
they're gonna
tighten up security,
and we can forget about it.
Hasse: (in Swedish)
We have to move fast.
There's nothing to think about.
(music fades)
AMAGER, DENMARK
(door rattling)
(in Danish) Is anybody here?
(approaching footsteps)
(in English) Hey.
What are you doing here?
- (door rattling)
- (lock clicking)
(keys jingling)
Slimani:
Have you been down here?
Hanne: No.
Slimani: Good.
It would be really nice
if you could tell me
before you were coming.
I look tired and it's...
No.
You look beautiful.
I thought
I'd never see you again.
You left me.
Pumpkin.
(sobs softly)
(in Danish)
I've been counting the days
since I last saw you, my love.
(contemplative music
playing)
Police instructor: One attempt!
12 reps for top marks.
(contemplative music
continues)
Invalid.
It must go all the way down.
Give it all you've got.
All the way down. Keep at it!
Number nine, go ahead.
Starting position,
lie down on the bench.
Hold the bar with straight arms.
Lower the bar
to touch your chest
and press back up
to starting position.
(grunts)
Police instructor:
We'll present you
with a dilemma.
Answer to the best
of your ability.
You're out one night off duty
and witness a fight.
Three against two, someone draws
a knife. What do you do?
Um...
I note
the perpetrators' clothes,
who holds the knife,
and ask someone to send
for the police
- and an ambulance.
- (Police instructor responds)
The police and the ambulance
are on their way,
but the perp won't wait.
He flees, leaving the victim
on the ground. What do you do?
(music fades)
Maria, it says here
you're a security guard.
You must have some idea
what to do?
He's getting away while you're
sitting there clueless...
I check the victim and assess
the situation to be manageable,
so I ask the staff to perform
CPR and take up pursuit.
Police instructor:
Leaving the victim?
I assess the victim
to be stable.
Police instructor:
So you're a doctor, too?
A doctor among the guests
handles the bleeding.
Police instructor:
Oh, how fortunate.
Yes.
(Police instructor sighs)
And then you take up pursuit?
You said he was
getting away, right?
I can't accept that.
(traffic rumbling)
(contemplative music
playing)
(pants)
(Workers chattering)
(contemplative music
continues)
(door opens)
Bro!
- What's up?
- (speaks Danish)
- All good? Great to see you.
- You too.
- How's my sister?
- She's just fine.
- Well, come on in.
- (speaks Danish)
(music fades)
(door closes)
(in English) So?
I'm not going in the building,
but I'll help you set it up.
A smaller cut
if you don't go in.
I know.
Why?
I'm focusing on something else.
Slimani: You scared?
Do I look scared?
I like you.
Keep your little secrets.
So you'll help me plan it.
Where do we go in?
Well, before we do anything,
I want you to get on that roof
and check out
if the video's real.
(contemplative music
playing)
(door opens)
(contemplative music
continues)
(music turns suspenseful)
Slimani: (over radio)
Camera's down.
I got you. Straight ahead.
Slimani:
Burning our way through now.
We've got a security guard.
Stay down.
(clears throat, sniffs)
She's coming over.
Get ready to leave.
Maria: (in Danish) Good evening.
May I ask
how long you've been here?
Be my guest.
Okay. How long have you
been here?
(Workers chattering)
Kasper: Dunno. Not long.
It hasn't got anything
to do with them?
Please take off your cap.
(Kasper snorts)
(suspenseful music
intensifies)
You have five minutes
to get the hell out of here,
or I'm calling the police.
- (music calms)
- (Kasper exhales)
(in English) Five minutes.
(clattering)
(indistinct chatter)
News anchor:
(in Danish, over radio)
...so foreclosures are
- on the rise.
- (music fades)
News anchor: Danish experts say
we should keep an eye
on the American economy,
but Danish banks
aren't at risk,
so they predict limited
financial repercussions
in Denmark.
SENGELSE, DENMARK
(in Swedish)
Have I seen you before?
(in Danish) I don't think so.
(in Swedish) Where the fuck
do I know you from?
[object thuds]
[object thuds]
(in English) What is this place?
This is a good house.
A shithole
in the middle of nowhere.
(in Swedish)
Isn't your name Kasper?
The fighter, right?
I saw you fight in Malm.
You were good.
(in Danish)
If you want to talk to me,
call me "the Dane" or something.
Don't say my name.
Hasse: Hmm.
(in Swedish)
A little sensitive, huh?
(in Danish) Exactly.
(dark contemplative music
playing)
(mutters)
(breathes heavily)
(music fades)
News anchor: (over TV)
...the new Hippopotamus House
will be followed
by the Elephant House
opening this summer.
The house designed
by world-renowned
architect Norman Foster
will improve
the elephants' conditions
and serve as
a cultural heritage
for Copenhageners.
After 94 years,
the old Elephant House
was no longer ideal
for the big animals.
Still, it has been decided
to preserve
the old Elephant House
for future reuse.
But although...
(door lock rattling)
(News anchor
speaking indistinctly)
(light switch clunks)
(News anchor
speaking indistinctly)
Slimani: (in English) Pumpkin?
Hanne: I told you
like many times.
I don't care what you do,
but no guns here.
Yes, you're right.
Hanne: (hesitating) Hmm.
Can I come over?
Yes.
- (Slimani grunts)
- (Hanne gasps)
(water sloshing violently)
(muffled screaming)
(gasps, whimpers)
- You don't look at my stuff!
- Yes!
- You understand?
- Yes!
- You understand?
- Yes!
- (Slimani grunts)
- (Hanne gasps)
(Hanne gasps, whimpers)
(cell phone buzzing)
News anchor:
(in Danish, over TV)
Early Wednesday,
three to six armed robbers
forced their way
into Loomis cash handling firm.
The robbers were brutal,
professional and very targeted.
Witnesses saw two
Polish station wagons
in the area at the time.
How much they got away with
is unknown.
- (dial tone beeping)
- News anchor: The police
have nothing to go on,
in what's being called
the biggest cash robbery
in Danish history.
Fuck!
(pulsing tense music
playing)
Kasper: What's up?
What's going on?
(clattering)
What are you doing?
Hasse: (in Swedish)
One of the cash handling firms
was robbed last night.
(in Danish) Yes. But not ours.
Hasse: (in Swedish)
That doesn't matter.
We're packing up.
Too many eyes on us.
- (Kasper clears throat)
- (clattering)
(in Danish)
Where's the Moroccan?
He doesn't pick up.
(in Swedish) He's gone.
What?
(in Swedish) He's gone.
It's too late.
(in Danish)
Hey, take it easy, man.
So you're giving up?
(in Swedish) Didn't I say
we had to move fast?
- Didn't I say that?
- (breathes heavily)
Didn't I say that?
Didn't you have something
you'd rather do?
(bags rustling)
(breathes deeply)
Olaf: (in Danish)
Get him on the ropes
like we talked about.
That's where you've got him.
(contemplative music
playing)
Is your head in it?
(Announcer speaking
indistinctly in distance)
Olaf: I believe in you.
- (music fades)
- (crowd clamoring in distance)
(grunts)
(crowd continues clamoring)
(grunts fiercely)
(Announcer speaking
indistinctly)
- (crowd clamoring)
- (grunts)
(clamoring echoes, fades)
(Kasper breathes heavily)
(approaching footsteps)
- Dad, please wake up and play.
- Hmm.
Hmm.
Sara: Dad.
(groans)
I've given him a sip of this.
Great. Give him this
and see if it helps.
(grunts) Ah...
Thank you. (slurps)
(grunts)
What does it say?
- One hundred degrees.
- Kasper: One hundred degrees?!
That can't be right, sweetie.
I'd be boiling up.
(slurps)
(Sara muttering)
Let's take a look at your teeth.
(sighs)
(truck beeping)
- (brakes hissing)
- (engine rumbling)
(loud whirring)
(grunts)
(rustling)
(pants)
- (thud)
- (chain rattling)
(contemplative music
playing)
(contemplative music
continues)
(alarm blaring)
- (music turns suspenseful)
- (alarm continues in distance)
(button clicks)
(alarm blaring)
Maria 1267 responding to
an alarm at Milton storage.
A window's been broken.
(indistinct radio chatter)
(heavy breathing)
(suspenseful music
continues)
(dial tone ringing)
(rustling over cell phone)
Slimani:
(in English, over phone)
You shouldn't call me like that.
Where can I meet you?
Slimani: It's off. We've got
nothing to talk about.
I promise you it'll be worth it.
(Slimani chuckles)
(roll-up door whirring)
(suspenseful music
continues)
(music fades)
(in Arabic) Do you want coffee?
No, thank you.
(in Danish)
I'll wait in the yard.
Give me a shout
if anything comes up
with those two.
(sirens wailing in distance)
(sirens grow louder)
(sirens fade into distance)
(in English) I found a way.
All we need to do
is change our tactics,
find some more men.
(Hasse chuckles)
We're gonna lock down
the entire city.
With garbage trucks.
We use them to block
all the major roads,
and that'll buy us
the time we need.
We just need 16 minutes.
How do you know?
Kasper:
The wall only takes two minutes.
If you get a machine
that's big enough,
you can do it in one push.
The rest is for packing
and getting out.
Police have tripled their shifts
since they took Loomis.
It can't be done now.
I thought I told you that.
- Doesn't matter.
- Of course it matters.
Not if you do what I say.
Hasse: What about
the storage room, the shelves?
We can't move all that shit
with that many eyes on us.
We're just gonna move it
during the day.
Then the alarms will be off.
People walk in and out of there
all the time.
- Nobody will suspect anything.
- (chuckles)
Slimani: And guns?
We'll be in and out before that.
It's a different situation now.
We need guns now.
All of us.
Okay.
(snorts)
I thought you didn't want
the heavy stuff.
I thought all you did was plan.
I want the money.
No.
No, it's something else.
Too scared
of becoming a loser, maybe?
Hmm?
You wanna beat
those Loomis guys.
Be somebody.
(ominous music playing)
Come on.
Tell me something
about yourself.
(clicks tongue) Forget it, man.
Then forget the plan.
What do you want to know?
- (door opens)
- Slimani: Anything.
Like, uh,
how did you get those scars?
(zipper opens)
(urine trickling)
When I was four years old,
my mom and her boyfriend
they, uh-- they had two dogs.
They forgot to feed them.
(toilet flushing)
(clicks tongue) So they bit me.
You happy?
(sniffs)
- Yes.
- (water running)
Now,
let me tell you
a little secret of mine.
First time I saw you,
I knew you were a killer.
Like me.
Set it up.
(door closes)
- (engine rumbling loudly)
- (tires squealing)
MALM, SWEDEN
(engine falters)
(karts whooshing loudly)
- (Mo grunts)
- (engine sputters)
- (engine sputters)
- (Mo grunts)
- (indistinct chatter)
- (roll-up door opening)
(karts whooshing in distance)
(in Swedish) A lot's happened.
We had so many cars through here
last year, I had to expand.
More employees, more cars,
garages, the works.
What's eating the mullah?
Stress?
Calm down.
I'm calm.
Are you?
Hasse: This is the guy
I told you about.
He's planning something big.
Sixty million.
Show a little respect.
We need cars.
(in English)
So, how many do you want?
Slimani: Three.
Audi A6s, black.
All right.
Slimani: Good.
(in Swedish) We'll get them.
No problem.
But on one condition.
I want in.
Come on. I'm bored!
(in English) I want in.
Mo!
(in Swedish) Wipe your hands
and come say hello.
(suspenseful music playing)
- (hands clap)
- Mo.
(in English) You good?
Yeah, are you?
Joppe: (in Swedish)
He's a good driver. Aren't you?
I'd say so.
(suspenseful music
continues)
GOTHENBURG, SWEDEN
(car alarms blaring)
(suspenseful music
continues)
Warsame: Open my door.
(Mo mutters in Swedish)
- Hurry!
- (zipper opens)
Warsame: Down there.
- (rustling)
- (car alarms continue blaring)
Warsame: Connect it.
There.
(Warsame sighs, clicks tongue)
Man, what the fuck is this now?
(car alarms stop)
Warsame: There!
Mo: How long does it take?
Warsame:
Just a couple of minutes.
Hurry, bro. Don't mess around.
It takes time, bro!
You can't rush it.
Where are you going?
Warsame: Hold it.
Mo: I don't know how it works.
Warsame: Just hold it.
I'll be back.
Hey, how's it going? Good?
You're okay?
Hey, is it working?
You're okay? Perfect.
- (car door closes)
- Warsame: Can I see?
Just a little more.
It's almost ready.
(chuckles) What the fuck's
that on your shirt?
Warsame: What?
- Are you blind?
- Warsame: It's nothing.
Mo: "Nothing"?
What the fuck is it?
It exploded on my shirt
as I left the store.
- So why wear it?
- It hardly shows.
It's dark, and I can see it,
stupid!
You're the only one
in the world who can!
And you're
shining the torch on me.
- (chuckles)
- You're the stupid one.
(car engine revving)
Walla, their engine is running.
So is the other one.
Hurry, man! Can't you fix it?
Do you know
who you're talking to?
So hurry up!
It takes time. You can't
rush it. Chill, man.
- Rush it!
- It's a machine. Let it work.
I haven't got
the nerves for this!
(engine starts)
Walla, I've got this.
I swear to God, I've got this!
- Well? Well? Jalla!
- (Warsame chuckles)
(Mo mutters)
(Warsame muttering)
Mo: Hey, don't forget this.
Warsame: No. Leave it in the car
or the engine will switch off.
Don't touch it, bro!
If you do,
we have to start over,
and you're too stupid.
Only I can do it.
Hey, we're leaving together.
Wait for us. We leave together.
I'm getting my motorbike,
and we're leaving together.
Jalla!
Jalla!
SENGELSE, DENMARK
(clanging)
(car engine rumbling)
(car engine shuts off)
Kasper: (in Danish)
Let's check out the route.
(wind whistling)
- Listen up now.
- (paper rustling)
(Kasper muttering)
(in Swedish)
What are you looking at?
What's that you've got there?
Nothing. What do you mean?
Lift up your jacket and shirt.
Lift!
(Joppe exclaims dryly)
- Tough.
- Yeah.
(scoffs)
(thud)
Joppe: Give me the fucking gun
or I'll break your jaw,
you little shit!
Thanks.
Jalla!
I hope you've got more brains
than your black friend.
Sure you do.
- (birds calling)
- (tense music playing)
LUND, SWEDEN
(Hasse muttering)
This is it.
(grunts) Are you gonna help?
Hasse:
Ask your boyfriend instead.
(snickers)
(groans)
- (zipper opens)
- Juventus: Six, right?
You're lucky.
They're in demand.
Kalashnikovs,
the suburban favorite.
The bullets are clean,
so don't touch.
(rifle cocks)
No good.
They're filled with dirt.
They work just fine.
Hasse: What if the fuckers jam?
(rifle cocks)
(Juventus exhales)
Are we good? War guns
can handle a bit of dirt.
Kasper: (in Danish)
We'll take them.
Pack them up and let's go home.
- Joppe: (in Swedish)
Good morning.
- Good morning.
(tense music continues)
News anchor:
(in Danish, over TV)
...costlier loans lead
to the first Danish victims
of the global crisis.
(News anchor
continues indistinctly)
Sara: Dad,
can I ask you something?
Sure.
Are you the champ yet?
Aaliya: Sweetie, stop talking
and eat your food.
Good, good, good, good.
Looking forward
to your birthday?
Yes. All my friends are coming.
Oh.
Great. It's gonna be
a huge party.
(Sara and Kasper chuckle)
Am I invited?
Yes.
What presents would you like?
Sara: I'd like a mobile phone
and money.
Know what?
I'd like money as well.
- (Sara giggles)
- (chuckles)
- And phones.
- (Sara laughs)
(Sara muttering)
(exhales deeply)
(breathes deeply)
(tense music playing)
(birds chirping)
- (indistinct chatter)
- (tense music continues)
Slimani: (in English)
Everybody inside!
(tense music continues)
Slimani: First five trucks,
Malm group.
Okay.
You go to the police stations
right next to the exits.
The rest,
park at the top of the freeways
and selected intersections.
Put them across, right?
Across the road, block.
(indistinct chatter)
Slimani:
When you pour the gasoline,
get it on the seats.
The seats, okay? Burns faster.
I want chaos!
It's you!
Stockholm and Copenhagen.
And finally, don't talk.
Don't say one fucking word
to each other.
And for those inside,
no shit currencies!
Big money only.
Kroner, dollars, euros.
Understood?
Robbers: Yes.
(yells) Understood?
- Robbers: Yes!
- Okay, everybody.
Load up! Load up!
- (indistinct chatter)
- (motorcycle engines revving)
Go.
(tape crackling)
(zipper closing)
- (tape crackling)
- (zipper closing)
(inhales deeply, grunts)
(music fades)
(birds chirping)
(grunts loudly, echoes)
(breathes deeply)
(grunts)
(tense music playing)
(truck engine starts)
(tense music continues)
(Robbers shouting)
(metal jingling)
- (music fades)
- (vehicles approaching)
Kasper: (in English)
16 minutes and we're out.
- (loader engine rumbling)
- (tense music playing)
(alarm blaring)
(truck engine starts)
(brakes hissing)
- (alarm continues blaring)
- (tense music continues)
Kasper: Come on, come on!
Slimani: Go!
Go fill up the bags!
Go fill up the bags!
(sirens wailing)
- (alarm continues blaring)
- (tense music continues)
(music fades)
Hasse: (in Swedish)
We're here! Get in position.
Kasper: (in English)
Go, go, go, go, go!
(in Danish)
Two minutes to break it down.
Hit it here! Once is enough.
Hasse: (in Swedish) Let's go!
Kasper: (in Danish)
Full speed ahead!
(loader beeping)
Hasse: (in Swedish) Go again!
Kasper: (in Danish) Go, go, go!
(heavy thud)
(tense music playing)
Hasse: (in Swedish)
Got anything to say about this?
Kasper: (in Danish) Try again.
Try again!
Hasse: (in Swedish)
Go again! Go again!
Now break down
that fucking wall!
(loader beeping)
(alarm continues blaring
in distance)
(distant thud)
Mo: We don't have time for this.
(tense music continues)
Dispatcher:
(in Danish, over radio)
Calling all cars in Zone Two.
Calling all cars in Zone Two.
Our alarm at Milton
is activated.
We see three black vehicles
in the parking lot.
Possibly military.
Heavily armed.
The police are on their way.
They don't want a confrontation
that may get out of hand. Over.
Security guard: (over radio)
Adam 1519, copy.
Dispatcher: 1267, do you copy?
Do the police know this area?
Dispatcher:
Yes, and we've been told
to stay away.
Do they know
about the open back gate?
They can leave that way.
Dispatcher: The police
are waiting for SWAT,
so we'll do the same.
(breathes heavily)
(loader engine revving)
(Hasse grumbling)
(in Swedish)
What the fuck is this?!
Kasper: (in Danish) Keep going.
Hasse: (in Swedish)
You keep saying that.
What happened to one push?
Kasper: Keep going.
Hasse: (in Swedish)
What are you talking about,
you fool?
Kasper: (in Danish)
Just keep going,
for fuck's sake!
Do you hear? Keep going!
(calls out)
Just hit it hard!
It's fucking mosquito bites!
Go, for fuck's sake!
- Go!
- Hasse: (in Swedish) Go again!
(loader beeping)
Kasper: No more fucking around!
Full throttle this time!
Hasse: (in Swedish) Last push.
(Kasper muttering)
(heavy thud)
(Hasse grumbles)
Kasper: Try again.
Hasse: (in Swedish)
Plan B, copy? Plan B.
Fuck this!
Get out of the loader.
Kasper: (in Danish)
No, stick to the plan!
No, get back in the loader.
Joppe: (in Swedish)
Make up your minds! In or out?!
Kasper: (in Danish)
We gotta try again.
Hasse: (in Swedish)
Give me the bag.
Kasper: (in Danish)
What's he doing here?
You're not supposed to be here.
Get out!
Mo: (in Swedish)
You called me over?!
Are you stupid or what?
Kasper: (in Danish)
What the fuck?
I didn't okay this!
Hasse: (in Swedish) New plan.
Yours didn't work.
Kasper: I didn't okay this.
Hasse: (in Swedish) I did.
We need to move.
Kasper: You're gonna blow
the roof down on us.
Hasse: (in Swedish)
You fucked us
with your lousy plan!
What the fuck are you doing?
Kasper: (in Danish)
Go pack your shit!
You, get back
in that fucking loader!
(Joppe laughs)
Kasper: We'll hit the wall
somewhere else.
Do I have to tell you twice?
Are you gonna do something?
- Mo: (in Swedish) Fucking cunt!
- Kasper: Get in gear!
(loader beeping)
Kasper: Pack up that shit!
Mo: (in Swedish)
What's your problem!
You threw it!
Kasper: (in Danish)
What's your problem?!
Pack it up!
- (Mo muttering)
- Kasper: Get out!
Kasper:
Are you retarded or what?
- (music fades)
- (loud rumbling)
(Hasse shouting)
(Hasse cheering)
Kasper: Go to the cars!
Get going!
Hasse: (in Swedish) Fuck!
(sighing heavily)
Fuck!
(suspenseful music playing)
Joppe: (in Swedish, muffled)
Go, go!
(alarm blaring)
Joppe: Empty them!
(exclaims)
Kasper: (in English)
Go, go, go, go!
Joppe: (in Swedish)
Empty the box! Hurry!
(Hasse grunts)
- Kasper: (in Danish) One more!
- (Joppe shouts)
(Kasper shouts)
Take it all!
(Joppe grunts)
Kasper: Over here!
Hasse: (in Swedish)
New bag! Let's go!
(frantic chatter)
Hasse: Empty the table!
(Hasse shouts)
Go, go, go!
Go, go, go!
(Joppe grunts)
(Hasse groans)
- (alarm continues blaring)
- (tense music playing)
Mo: (in Swedish) Hurry up!
(Mo shouts)
Slimani: (in English) Time's up!
Joppe: (in Swedish)
Leave them here.
Kasper: (in English)
Problems with the wall!
Slimani: Hurry the fuck up!
Get it in the car!
Dispatcher:
(in Danish, over radio)
...patrols are on the way,
so do nothing.
We're getting reports
of nails on the freeways.
- Bravo 14-07, over.
- (sirens wailing)
P14, copy. We're heading south.
Bravo 14-07, over.
Dispatcher: Bravo 14-07, copy.
Stay safe and await SWAT team.
(tense music continues)
Slimani: (in English) Police!
(Joppe grumbling)
Kasper: (in Danish)
Hurry, hurry, hurry!
Are you okay?
Hasse: (in Swedish)
I just need to get my wind back.
Kasper: (in Danish)
Then take this.
(Hasse groans)
(grunts)
Joppe: (in Swedish) Time's up!
(Hasse groans)
Kasper: (in Danish) Let's go!
- We're leaving!
- Joppe: (in English)
Yes, yes, yes.
(Kasper calling out)
(in Danish) Hurry!
(Robber calling out)
Robber: (in Swedish)
Hurry! The police are here!
(Hasse groaning)
(Hasse sighs)
- Kasper: (in Danish)
Stay in the car.
- (Hasse groans)
(in English) Stay awake!
Hasse: (in Swedish)
My blood is everywhere in there.
(in English) Fuck!
Kasper: (in Danish)
Hey, last run.
Joppe: (in Swedish)
Time's run out.
Kasper: Last run!
Joppe: (in Swedish)
You'll risk everything. Don't!
Kasper: (in Danish) Get in gear.
Hasse: (in Swedish) Damn!
Kasper: (in Danish) Move!
Police officer:
Turn off the engine
and come here
with your hands up!
Slimani: (in English)
Come on, let's go.
Come on! Let's go!
(engine revving)
Mo: (in Swedish) Guys, let's go!
(Kasper grunts)
- (Joppe groans)
- Kasper: (in Danish)
Did you check the backroom?
Joppe:
(in Swedish, shouting) What?
Kasper: (in Danish)
The backroom!
Joppe: (in Swedish)
What the fuck for?
It's only peanuts!
- (Kasper protests)
- Joppe: Forget it!
(Kasper grumbles)
(Joppe panting)
(Kasper panting)
(Kasper groans)
Joppe: Grab the bags, hurry!
Get in and get ready to go.
Kasper: (in Danish)
We go together!
Mo: (in Swedish)
Let's go! The police are here.
Joppe: Not until we're done!
Just shut up!
(Kasper panting)
Slimani: (in English) Get in!
Kasper: There's still
more money in there.
Slimani: Time's up! Get in!
Kasper: Wait, wait!
They're not moving.
They've seen the fucking guns!
They don't wanna risk
getting shot!
Make sure they see your gun.
Slimani: What you doing? Fuck!
Police officer: (in Danish)
Lay down your weapons!
Joppe: (in Swedish)
What the fuck is that idiot
up to now?
Police officer:
Show me your hands!
- (Police officers shouting)
- Mo: (in English) Fuck.
Slimani: Get it back on!
Get the fucking car back on!
I don't know how to do it, man!
It's my friend.
- Slimani: I don't care!
- Fuck!
(Police officers shouting)
(tense music continues)
Police officer: (in Danish)
Hands over your head now!
Lay down your weapon!
Mo: (in Swedish)
Come on, come on.
(Kasper panting)
(Kasper continues panting)
Kasper: (in English) Go, go, go!
(Kasper shouting)
Kasper: That's it!
(tense music continues)
Kasper: (in Danish)
Why is the engine off?
(breathes shakily)
Kasper: Why isn't the car ready?
Turn it on now!
- Turn it on!
- (engine starts)
(in English) Okay, let's go!
Let's go. Get in!
Slimani: Go, go, go!
- (tires screeching)
- (chains rattling)
(car engine revving)
Kasper: Stay in the car!
(music turns suspenseful)
(in Danish) Open the gate.
Open the gate.
Now!
Open the gate!
Open the fucking gate!
(car door opens)
(in English) Give the keys!
- (gasps)
- Kasper: Relax, relax!
The keys now!
I don't have them.
- (gun clicks)
- Kasper: Hey!
(Slimani grumbles)
Kasper: Hey, hey! Fucking relax!
(gun clicks)
Cut it open.
Cut it open now!
(chains rattling)
(chains clank)
- Fuck!
- (car engine revving)
(tires screeching)
(sirens wailing in distance)
(engine revving)
(police sirens wailing)
- Mo: (in Swedish)
Where are they?
- Kasper: Go straight ahead.
- Slimani: (in English)
Drive faster!
- Mo: But I can't see shit!
Slimani:
Drive faster, I tell you!
Don't fucking get lost.
I said faster!
What the fuck you doing?
- Go faster now!
- (engine revving)
Put the fucking gun down!
Fuck you! Now!
What the fuck should I do, man?
Put the gun down.
Slimani: Sure you wanna do this?
I'm sure. Give it to me.
(police sirens continue wailing)
Get the nails!
Get the fucking nails!
- Give me my gun!
- No fucking guns!
Get the nails.
Roll down the window. Throw!
(nails clinking)
- Slimani: Try again!
- Kasper: Try again. Come on.
(nails clinking)
Slimani: Fuck you!
- (sharp crunch)
- (tires screeching)
- Yes!
- Kasper: Yeah!
Okay, there's one more.
Throw again.
I'm out! (grumbles)
Drive faster!
(loud thud)
Slimani: Shit! Fuck!
- Kasper: Keep driving!
- Speed up! Speed up!
Mo: I'm trying, man!
Slimani:
Get your fucking mask down!
Mo: (in Swedish)
The son of a bitch is trying
to run me off the road!
- Kasper:
(in English) Keep going!
- Slimani: Faster! Drive faster!
- Throw! Do it!
- (Kasper grunts)
- (loud crash)
- (tires screeching)
(Kasper breathing heavily)
Whoo!
Joppe: (in Swedish)
Suck it up! We're almost home.
- (grunts) We're almost home.
- (Hasse groans)
(contemplative music
playing)
(screams)
- Suck it up. Almost there.
- (Warsame speaks Swedish)
Joppe: Take him over here.
- Warsame: He's doing fine.
- (Hasse groans)
Warsame:
They need help over there.
- What the fuck kept you?
- (Mo speaks Swedish)
(indistinct chatter)
(Hasse groans loudly)
(in Danish)
You can't see a doctor.
You understand that, right?
We'll patch you up on the farm.
On your feet.
Start cleaning the cars.
(in English)
Get the cars into the container!
What you can't carry now,
you take on the second run.
- Let's go!
- Guns, everything! Let's go!
(Kasper breathes deeply)
(sighs heavily)
(contemplative music
continues)
(coughs)
(indistinct chatter)
(fire crackling)
(music fades)
Mo: (in Swedish)
That's not 500,000?
Joppe: What did you expect?
That you'd get
all the money now?
Get going.
(indistinct chatter)
Kasper: (in English) I have 16.
Twelve and ten.
With mine, it's 64.
How much
did the other robbery get?
Who cares?
I care.
Hasse: (in Swedish)
They got 65.
(in Danish) Where's the red bag?
(in Swedish) That's peanuts.
You can't unload it.
Why didn't you count
all the cash?
What's with him?
(in English) No! I told you.
No shit currency.
Big money only.
What you gonna do with that?
(bag thuds)
Count it.
(birds chirping)
Joppe: (in Swedish)
One point seventy-five.
Two point twenty-three.
(in English)
Two point zero straight.
(in Swedish) Seventy-one.
A little over 71, okay?
(dramatic music playing)
Joppe: (in English) All right.
Slimani: Congratulations.
You're a winner.
We're gonna get caught.
Yeah.
Sure.
I know that.
(dramatic music continues)
Imran! Jalla.
(music fades)
- (in Danish) What's up, bro?
- (Mohammed exclaims)
- Give me a hug! (laughs)
- Kasper: What's up, bro?!
Good work! What's up?
- Give me a hand.
- Sure. Is that it?
Kasper: It's heavy stuff.
Good thing I've been
working out.
(laughs)
- This is for you.
- Mohammed: Thanks.
Kasper:
Run the rest through the shop
for 500-euro notes.
Will do. Fuck this.
Let's go to the apartment.
- Yeah.
- (trunk closes)
(News anchor
speaking indistinctly)
A WEEK LATER
- News anchor: (over TV)
...Roskilde Bank is insolvent.
- (children chattering)
News anchor:
The takeover will take
some pressure
off the financial system
in Denmark,
according to a press release
by Roskilde Bank.
The international
financial crisis,
which has been brewing
since 2007,
in the US in particular
but also in Germany and the UK,
has now reached Denmark,
say several experts.
The police are still
investigating
last week's cash handling firm
robbery.
At 4:30 a.m. on Sunday,
an unknown number of armed men
broke into
the cash handling firm.
(machinery whirring)
Mo: (in Swedish) Hey!
Hey! Where are you going?
(karts whooshing in distance)
News anchor: (over TV)
This is what we know.
The robbers wore coveralls
and masks
and were armed presumably
with Kalashnikovs.
The robbers got away
with a multi-million
kroner amount.
The precise amount
is estimated to exceed
to exceed that
of the robbery in April.
- (in Danish) What's up?
- Kasper: What's up, bro?
Come in.
I just need to pack my bags
and we're outta here.
(Kasper sighs)
The guard...
She's okay.
But... people say she's talking
to the police.
- What people?
- Mohammed: People.
(Mohammed hesitates, exhales)
What are they saying?
You were caught in Sweden,
on surveillance footage.
Some trip.
- Hmm.
- Mohammed: They've been
showing her mug shots.
And she identified you.
Didn't you wear a mask?
Sure I did.
Are you sure about this?
She saw your face.
- You've lost it.
- (sighs)
(sighs heavily)
Mohammed:
So we'd better get you out now.
(hand slams)
(suspenseful music
playing)
No can do.
I promised to be there
at her birthday.
- (hesitates)
- What do you want me
to do with this?
- They'll understand.
- She's seven!
She doesn't understand jackshit!
They'll bust you if you go home.
Use your head now.
Don't call them.
Shut the fuck up
for two seconds!
(cell phone thuds)
(music fades)
(karts whooshing in distance)
Joppe: (in Swedish) Wait!
- Wait. I want to talk to you.
- Warsame: Wait?
You fucking son of a bitch!
I want my fucking money.
Warsame, what are you doing?
Come here.
Joppe: Let's talk about it
like real men.
- (Warsame protests)
- Joppe: We'll sort it out
in the office.
Of course you'll get more money.
I didn't know
you took it so hard.
(tense music playing)
Ever tried kart racing?
It's fucking awesome.
We'll sort this out. No problem.
(indistinct chatter)
(Warsame whimpering)
Hasse: Lift your face
so I can see you.
- (grunts)
- (Warsame groans)
(Hasse groans)
(Warsame groaning)
(muffled chatter)
(tense music continues)
(mutters)
Police officer: Police! Police!
(indistinct clamor)
(gun clangs)
(gun clangs)
Aaliya: (in Danish) Here.
- (music fades)
- Aaliya: Yes, well done.
- Nice. Is it hard to push in?
- Yes.
- Nice. Last one.
- Thanks, Mom.
(pensive music playing)
Sara: One, two, three, four,
five, six, seven, eight!
- Eight flags?
- (Sara chuckles)
(pensive music continues)
Police instructor:
Lean more aggressively
into the weapon. That's it.
Fire your gun.
Take it easy. Aim and fire.
That's it. There you go.
- (music fades)
- (birds chirping)
MLAGA, SPAIN
(dog barking in distance)
(insects chirping)
(pants)
(exhales, breathes deeply)
(pants)
(pensive music playing)
The robbery on 10 August 2008
is the biggest robbery
in Danish history.
In September 2010,
the organizers
and 11 others were convicted
of the robbery.
The 15 convicted were sentenced
to over 100 years altogether.
Of the estimated
stolen DKK 70 million,
only 4 have been found.
THE QUIET ONES
(pensive music continues)
(tense music playing)