Kriger (2018) s01e02 Episode Script

Eventually, war always wins.
But Peter fought back.
- Mom says you told Dad what to do.
- Yes.
So you killed my dad.
If I can do anything, let me know.
Find Tom.
He's behind almost all organized crime in Copenhagen.
Tell your brother not to deal out here anymore.
This is my turf now.
- Remember my little brother? - Sure.
Nice to run into you.
I need the money, so if I can help out in any way I have a little job.
- What's up? - Put on your ski mask.
Has Mads got an ugly skull tattoo? If Mads goes down, I lose my way in.
Police! Anders! Hungry for more? Stop by the clubhouse tomorrow.
- Okay, okay! What's up? - Hi, Peter.
He doesn't want to come.
I've been struggling with him for an hour.
Hey, listen You're looking good.
I'm just saying Ever seen Brokeback Mountain? - Isn't that where we stood last time? - Yes, good spot.
- Now! Well done.
- It almost hit the swans out there.
- It's much further out than CC's.
- No way.
- He's a great kid.
- Isn't he? Who's the father? Man, it's weird over there without you.
Well, it's strange to be back home.
To be just a family guy again.
It's a fucking drag.
Get out of here! I just feel like I'm in the way.
You aren't.
Louise needs you and so does Max.
Just give them some time.
I don't want him to see his dad like this.
Angling for Louise while she's off pursuing some Tom.
- Who's Tom? - This very important gang leader.
That she's nailing or whatever.
Well, I'll be damned.
Is now the time for me to ask if you're up to another tour? - No.
- Don't you miss it at all? The boys, the tall stories, the adrenaline, the war? Me.
Don't you miss me? The rest of it, yes, but you? Hell no.
- I can't.
- I know.
I'm just saying.
We're not leaving in another 2-3 weeks.
You're leaving in 14 days 5 hours and 23 minutes.
I'm just saying.
Okay.
WARRIOR - Who assaulted Anders? Mads? - No.
- So how did he get away? - I warned him.
I need Mads.
Was it you? - Was it? - Tom invited me to the clubhouse.
- If it wasn't Mads nor you, who was it? - Hear me? I'm going to the clubhouse.
I made it.
Well done.
But someone has to pay for putting Anders in hospital.
Hi.
Is Mads in? - Hi, Mads.
- Hi.
- Where were you the night before last? - Here, working.
Strange, because I have a nice picture of you from the DIY store stealing building material.
- Well, I was here.
Right, baby? - Yes.
We can prove you were there.
You're looking at a year at least.
- I don't know anything about it.
- Look, I'm here to help you.
I'm willing to go far to help you if you tell me who assaulted my partner, Anders.
- You know who it was.
- Nope.
I haven't got a clue.
We're going to nail you for the robbery and you've got a kid on the way All I want is a name.
I can't give you something I don't have.
Then you have to get me a name.
Now! Anything wrong? You keep glancing at me.
Want a sip? No, I've had four of these.
I'm good.
If there's anything I need to know, tell me now.
Everything's cool.
- Is there a doorbell or what? - Sure.
Hey, it's Mads.
Red! Come with me.
Leave the coffee there.
Get Tom.
Stay here.
Jack, check out this clown.
What a fucking idiot.
Jack.
Who the fuck is that bitch? Hi, boss.
She smells good.
CC, damn it.
This bitch is here to taste a real man's cock.
- Any men here? - Yes! You can ride a car.
Can you ride a motorcycle? I rode a 350 across Africa.
A fucking motocross bike? Are you calling me a metrosexual? Would you like a taste of your mom? This is a motorcycle club.
You need a motorcycle to get in.
Got one? - No.
- We'll have to work something out.
The police The police! They think we're a crime organization.
All they can prove is that the guys tend to wind up in unfortunate situations.
- Right, Jack? - 100 percent.
They can't shut down our club, 'cause all we talk about here is pussy pussy pussy And bikes.
I want to talk to you.
Come with me.
Tell me about Peter.
Peter's dead.
I know.
But his wife isn't.
Peter was my second-in-command.
For 10 years we went on missions.
On the last one, I gave an order and he died.
So you killed Peter.
His wife thinks so, anyway.
Peter got a shitty deal.
But it's war, and people die.
But Louise is a problem.
I don't want to doubt your loyalty.
You don't have to.
I need a level-headed guy.
A guy with a plan.
Just tell me what you need me to do.
We start out nice and easy.
You're gonna be our warehouse guard.
You're worried about this Akhmed guy? No questions.
Just toe the line and follow orders.
- Is that a problem? - I don't have a problem with orders.
I took this for Big Claus.
Seven of my guys have taken cuts and bullets for me.
Maybe you ought to talk a little less about pussy and work out some more.
You know what it means to have someone's back.
Who's got your back right now? Memorize the code on the back and throw it away.
It's your hotline to me.
Always use that phone.
Copy.
Hey! What's up? That's it! Congrats.
Well? He just gave it to you like that? The police are hunting a criminal.
We ask our snitch to keep out but the snitch is one step ahead and warns the criminal.
It's not pretty.
No, but it worked.
Tom invited him to the clubhouse.
We've never come this far before.
I hear you.
About tomorrow Take the afternoon off.
It's flag-flying day.
Spend it with Max.
There's something you need to see.
Okay, see you.
- What's up? - Over there is a suspicious socket.
It's brand-new, the only one of its kind and not connected to any wires.
I think it's a disguised surveillance camera.
Wireless.
Fucking Akhmed.
They have visual of the entrance and full visual of the warehouse all the way through.
- Are there any more? - Just the one.
Akhmed? What's he hoping to see? We're expecting a major delivery in a week that's none of Akhmed's business.
- Copy.
Want me to remove it? - No, leave it.
Let's not warn him.
Good job.
Do you play football? - Do I play football? - Stop by our get-together on Wednesday.
- When is the delivery due? - I don't know.
How soon can you find out? I don't know, Louise.
I'll tell you as soon as I know more.
I know it's not easy.
No one's ever gotten this close to Tom.
No one on our side.
We just have to keep mounting pressure.
All the time.
I'm doing my best.
Are you going to the flag-flying ceremony tomorrow? I can't make it.
No No, I've gotta Here you go.
- Is anything wrong? - Flag-flying dag.
You don't just go do it.
Yes, you do.
Anyone home? - Hi, Henrik.
- Let's go.
- Look, I can't - No excuses.
It's for your own sake.
- You said that when you cut me up.
- Yeah, and you survived, didn't you? - Ever thanked me for saving your life? - You didn't save my life, only my leg.
And I carried your kit for 14 days straight.
Fair enough.
It's nice of you, but I don't even have a tie.
Time for school.
Ready? Hey, let's cut school and go to the flag-flying ceremony.
Deal? You bet! Eyes front! At ease! Never was so much owed by so many to so few.
Thus said Winston Churchill in 1940.
It was true then and it is true today.
Common to all of you here today and the rest of the Danish veterans is that you made the choice to make a difference.
A choice with that most precious thing of all in your hands: Life.
Deployment both gives and takes.
Fortunately, most talk about all the benefits of being deployed.
But some also talk about the unfortunate costs of a deployment.
How they've lost their loved ones their friends.
How they've lost a piece of themselves.
This is the story we tell today.
About being a veteran.
About being a relative.
For better or for worse.
From the many of us to the few of you: Thank you.
Hi.
Hi, Max.
What did my dad say about me? He said that he was looking forward to coming home to you.
- And to teaching you to play football.
- I can play football.
Yes, I know but he had this unique penalty kick technique that he really wanted to teach you.
Can you teach me to play like Dad? Sure I can, Max.
Sure I can, but I gotta go now.
- Okay? - Bye.
Every night the smells come back.
The sounds.
And the images.
And then I'm back.
And then I wake up.
And when I wake up, it feels like I'm dead.
I just haven't realized it yet.
Look, CC.
You aren't dead, okay? You're on your way back to life.
Christ! - But you are! - You're such an idiot.
- No.
You are on your way back to life.
- You sound like a fortune cookie.
Christ, man.
"Like a fortune cookie".
- Feel dead now or what? - Fuck, it's freezing! Come on, SEAL.
Asshole! More.
- Go to sleep, sweetie.
- I'm looking forward to CC's visit.
- I think I'm gonna be good.
- I'm sure you'll be good.
Maybe even the best at my school.
Go! - Foul! - Let's go! Hi.
Welcome.
- Played yet? - I'm going in now.
- Good to see you.
- I'm gonna watch.
Do that.
And you'd better warm up.
Take over, Mads.
I gotta go piss.
Hi.
- What's the score? - 1-0.
Go, Mads! Alright! Those young guys! - They said at work you were - Get out of here, now! - Hey, beautiful.
Come to play football? - Get over here.
- Did Jack order a ho or what? - Who was it? Jack's gonna get her.
- Hi there.
- Hi.
- Excuse me.
- Wanna taste Jack's cock? - No thanks - Sure? Absolutely sure? It's on me.
- Ready? - Sure.
Is this your first game? - Hell no, we play once a week.
- Okay.
- What do you mean by okay? - You play like shit.
- You think? - Sure we do, idiot.
- Well, we didn't come here to play.
- Why then? Wait and see.
Let's roll.
- Hey.
How's your head? - Fine.
You went all in.
Great.
Come have a glass of wine.
- This is CC.
- I'm Bets, Tom's old lady.
- You're my wife.
- Not until you put a ring on it.
Fuck it, she's gorgeous.
This is supposed to great.
Huh, Claus? And expensive.
Very.
Dal Forno Romano 2000.
- Cheers.
- Cheers.
Well, little soldier boy.
Impress us.
Crack a joke.
- Yeah, go on.
- Well? This wine is a joke.
It's not expensive.
The hell it isn't.
It's a world-class wine.
Can I have the cork? Look at this.
Feel it.
That cork is max two years old.
And you say the wine's from 2000? It doesn't add up.
This is a new wine in an old bottle.
I'd say A cheap one from the discount store.
How much did you pay for it, Claus? - It's Fatty's installment payment.
- How much did you pay? About 5,000 kroner per bottle.
Fatty screwed you over, you moron.
Come here! - Where did you learn about wine? - I don't know shit.
It's probably okay.
Hell, I'm having his then.
That was funny.
- Cheers.
- Cheers.
Welcome.
Well, fucking soldier boy? Hey! Hello.
I'm talking to you.
You don't impress me one fucking bit.
Jack.
There are two kinds of people in the world.
Those that say no and those that say yes.
Alright, man! Let's party! You sure are going fast.
Hurry! Didn't I tell you to stay away? I just wanted to talk to you.
What the hell have you gotten yourself into? New job, new friends? What's going on? Don't look me up.
Is that clear? It's important.
Listen to me! You can just push me out of your life.
I won't go away.
I'm bad company right now.
Stay away.
Stay away! Stay away.
- Get in.
- You're late.
- No fuck-ups, Mads.
- Coming? I can easily find someone else.
Just say the word.
There you go.
- Yeah.
- Yihaa! Yihaa! Red! They're coming.
Let's go, boys.
Over there.
You two, take that one.
You two, take the one down there.
Get your ass over and help Red.
Now! - Now what? - Re-registration.
So it won't be flagged as stolen.
We use it on the sites.
We replace the building materials with this crap.
And nobody finds out? The Italians have the contract.
They keep quiet and skim the profits.
The Danish contractor has bought the same crate of Italian marble 15 times but his buildings are made with stolen Chinese stone.
Fucking idiot.
- Why the fuck are you still here? - You can go now.
Good job.
Mads Hey, Mads! Get those fucking labels on! Get a move on! Hi, Mads.
Police.
You're just the guy I was looking for.
- Fuck off, okay? - Let's talk about the DIY store.
And Anders.
Why take the fall for Tom's boys? - They don't give a shit about you.
- You don't know shit.
I know you're never gonna get your colors.
I know you're still behind that bar like a complete asshole.
And I know that new guy CC's gonna take your place soon.
Wham bang and suddenly you find yourself in prison for a job you did for Tom.
Tom's moved on.
He hasn't got time for you.
You know it, don't you? Let's go.
Hey.
Get in.
I got you coffee.
With milk, because it's before 10.
- After 10, it's black? - Don't you know the rules, man? Before 10, it's with milk.
After 10, it's an espresso.
- Bitches like that what's it? - Chai latte.
They should fucking stay away from coffee.
Coffee is for men.
- Nice wheels.
- Thanks.
Fucking expensive.
2.
3 million kroner.
The ultimate gangster cliché.
Top quality, just like the coffee.
I got you the best coffee in town.
The best barista and awesome beans awesomely roasted.
Whole milk What's so funny? I didn't know you were like this lifestyle blogger type.
I like quality, man.
All good things come from Italy.
Espresso coffee, Lamborghinis fucking absolution.
In a couple of days, we'll receive a delivery from Italy.
A big delivery.
300 kilos of dope straight from the fucking mob, man.
I need you along.
You and your level head.
- I'm game.
- Sure you are.
- You're an aficionado, Tom.
- Calling me a fishy nerd? It's Spanish for someone enjoys life.
I like fish, but you're the nerd, man.
- See you, man.
- See you.
- CC! - Oh fuck off! - What the hell are you doing here? - Butt out, Tom.
You're CC? Don't answer.
Don't talk unless they have a warrant.
We're arresting you for the assault of Anders Rasmussen.
- Hi, beautiful.
Don't say a word.
- Leave him alone, Tom.
I'll pick you up later.
Fucking apes, get yourselves a proper job.
See you later.
Looking forward to it.
You're an ex-army guy from Afghanistan? - What's going on in room 3? - Dunno.
Ralf is questioning a guy.
Listen, CC, we've got witnesses, surveillance images and plenty of evidence to nail you for assaulting my good friend Anders.
- I don't think you understand me.
- What are you saying? You're fucked.
- Got a sore throat? - I'm just being healthy.
What did you book that guy CC for? That little shit Mads.
He broke down this morning after a long night.
Full confession, and he sold CC.
Right now we're confusing CC so he won't guess who ratted on him and warn Tom.
- Can I talk to CC? - No.
- The DIY case is mine and Anders's.
- No way.
Not until we nail CC for the assault on Anders.
That's the main thing, agreed? - Ralf wants you in the cafeteria.
- Okay.
Mads squealed, and I presume he's telling the truth.
What the fuck were you thinking? The big delivery is due soon.
If you want to know where and when, let me out.
You're here because you assaulted an officer.
Tom's working with the mob.
They're due to deliver 300 kilos of drugs.
- You want to give up now? - Give up? What do you want me to do? - Is he awake? - Who? Anders.
Get him to pin it on Mads.
Your colleague hasn't got jackshit.
Get him to pin it on Mads and they won't have a thing on me.
Okay? - They say it's this guy CC.
- CC? I doubt it.
I think it's Mads.
- Mads? No way.
- Sure it is.
He's ambitious.
He's been working hard to get his colors.
Sure, but Think hard and see if you remember anything.
It's important.
I thought it was CC.
But we're hunting Mads.
Doesn't it make sense that Mads assaulted you? - Maybe.
- It must have been him.
I'm sure of it.
- Why do you want it to be Mads? - I just want to nail the right guy.
And not the guy Tom feeds us.
He just wants CC out of his hair.
He's not the guilty one.
Excuse me.
Anders, can I have a look at you? - Yes.
- Well, I'll be off.
I'll pass it on that Mads assaulted you, okay? Isn't that the right thing to do? Yes.
Look at me.
Look up.
- Any dizziness today? - No.
You're free to go.