The Golden Hour (2022) s01e02 Episode Script

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Police. Turn around. Hands on your back.
Your husband saved Amsterdam
from destruction.
How many people were in the car, boss?
I'm meeting a detective
who comes from Afghanistan.
I'm asking because you've recently
been to Afghanistan.
Without your wife and child. Why?
Stop it, Jolanda.
What did I say? Foot off the gas.
She came to me too.
Started asking about you.
Routine questions, she said.
-What's up?
-The NSS is at my house.
What are you doing here?
Get lost.
So he really is a stubborn prick.
Or he has something to hide. Your choice.
Do you have a moment?
I came to see you one more time
in order to thank you.
Good evening.
-You had something important?
-Faysal was here.
I followed him.
Maybe our paths were meant to cross again.
Come! Come inside.
They'll retreat again soon.
-What about our ball?
-Don't worry, I'll get it later.
Mardik.
Faysal, come inside.
It's getting more dangerous every day.
I can't expose my family to this
any longer.
One day it will go wrong.
You know that too.
Be careful. Let me know once you're safe.
Faysal, wait!
Faysal, stop!
Faysal, wait!
AMSTERDAM REGIONAL UNI
-Stupid machine.
-Can you manage?
-It's almost official.
-No, seriously?
It went really well.
Very positive interview.
-When?
-Soon. They said within two months.
We're becoming mothers.
That's great news. Congratulations.
But all that hassle
wasn't really necessary.
-I'd gladly have made a donation.
-I'll remember that.
-What's the matter with him?
-It's probably about that NSS screening.
-Why?
-Maybe he's dreading it.
-Does he have something to hide?
-You know Hans.
EAST MARKET - AMSTERDAM
-Let me do that, love.
-Get out of here, I do this every day.
Hey, there's my walking déjà vu.
-Here.
-Thanks, you're an angel.
Is Jolanda sick?
Or that old junker broke down.
Let me call her.
CONTROL ROOM - AMSTERDAM
Hello there.
-Had a nice vacation?
-Very nice. Too short.
-Hey, man.
-It's quiet. Gives you time to settle in.
Good. So nothing special?
No, a robbery at an industrial park
in North this morning. It's under control.
Good. Keep me posted.
Nice tan, Linda.
-You should see my buttocks.
-Promises, promises.
Oh, I've missed this.
This is Jolanda's voicemail.
Leave a message after the beep.
Hi, it's Willem.
Are you coming or did your old junker
break down? Let me know, okay?
-Sorry, heavy traffic.
-Never mind.
-What's up?
-This has to stay between us.
I don't know if we're right,
but we have some doubts.
Regarding what?
-What's this?
-Pictures of Afghani men and women.
-Did you go to his house?
-Standard part of the screening.
But then Mardik showed up
and shut the door.
-That proves nothing.
-Come on.
We're going to follow up on it.
-I still have to work with him.
-You should. You see more than we do.
You don't trust him.
Mardik's a good guy,
an excellent detective.
-That proves nothing.
-Do you know more?
I want to know how serious this is.
Before his colleagues start doubting him.
We're working on it.
Let me know if you notice anything.
-Will I see you tonight?
-Not here, dammit.
If you're lucky. I'll text you.
Now beat it.
Raspberries for one euro.
I'll be right back.
There she is. Hello.
Great that you're here.
Come, I'll take you
to my favorite man of the market.
Willem, this is Selena.
She'll be filming today.
I told you. She's making an item
about the market for the university.
Did you tell me yesterday?
I wasn't here then.
-You don't need to film me, sweetheart.
-I do.
I really want to. I can already see that
you're the best-looking man of the market.
-But he's mine. Back off.
-Gee. Then I'll keep looking.
Good idea. Put that one in your pocket.
SEARCH RESULTS FOR FAYSAL TAHER
Where are you?
On my way to the market.
What shall we have for dinner?
Did you…
Did you see anyone at the house
when you left?
Who? That woman
from the National Security Service?
-Do you think she'll come back?
-No idea.
What's going on?
Maybe it's better if you go home.
Just to be sure.
Go home and don't let anyone in, okay?
If I see her again, she's mine.
I'll keep you to that.
Okay. I love you.
I love you.
-Thanks, love.
-Here you go. There.
-All the best, alright?
-Thanks.
I'm not very good at this.
-No problem, just be yourself.
-Myself? You don't want that, love.
What kinds of things do you sell here?
Animals.
-Animals?
-Animal stuff.
Well, there she is. Jolanda.
-What kind of animal stuff?
-Dog baskets.
Let's see. Scratching posts for cats.
Dog food.
Selena.
Police, what's your emergency?
Collision. Where?
Sumatraplantsoen, East Market.
Any casualties?
-We'll send an ambulance.
-Casualties?
East Market, Sumatraplantsoen.
People run over by a truck.
-10.17, OC, over.
-10.17, over.
Go to the East Market, Sumatraplantsoen.
A collision with several casualties.
-Ambulance en route.
-Copy. We're on our way.
What good is that?
-About that NSS interview.
-The one at my house, or here?
-Was someone at your house?
-Yes, the same woman. Joelle.
-I'm sending a second car.
-Sumatraplantsoen, East Market.
-Any other details?
-Calm down.
-10.19, did you copy that?
-10.19, OC, on our way.
Let me know what's going on.
Several casualties.
Ambulance is on its way.
-Did you get that report too? Collision?
-Yes, collision.
With a truck, several casualties.
East Market.
We keep running in circles this way.
-Is something going on?
-What?
I'd rather hear it from you
than from them.
These are strange times, Mardik.
If something's the matter, tell me.
I can help you.
-Help me? With what?
-That depends.
Yes?
Where?
Everyone in the briefing room in five.
A truck drove into a market.
Multiple people killed.
-Where?
-East Market.
Sorry if I was a bit blunt.
I'll make it up to you tonight.
Dries.
Dries?
Oh, darling.
What have they done to you?
Darling…
You should stay inside.
Emergency services are on their way.
A truck ran into a crowd,
but people also report loud bangs.
Shots?
Pass on that shots have been heard.
Radio silence, except for emergencies.
Everyone, shots have been reported.
Radio silence, except for emergencies.
-We have a briefing.
-I'll be right there.
-Are you home?
-Yes.
Are the doors locked? Front and back?
-I don't know.
-Stay home, Mich.
You can't just call and tell me that.
Besides, I have to get Pip.
No, I called your parents.
They're getting Pip. Okay?
Of course that's not okay.
There's been a terrorist attack.
-What does that have to do with the woman?
-I'll call you later. Stay home.
Mar, what…
-Everyone's on their way?
-We have to wait for more info.
Linda, we're getting more calls
than we can handle.
Police, what's your emergency?
We're aware of that.
Zigzagging?
10.17, OC.
-10.17, over.
-We're at the East Market.
Copy that. Put on your vests.
There may be a shooter.
We need more people, guys.
A lot of casualties,
dead or severely injured.
-One possibly confused man.
-This way.
Is the truck still there?
Yes. There's a truck
at the end of the market.
And we need a lot more people.
OC?
What do you want us to do?
It's a fucking mess here.
Wait. Retreat and wait.
10.17, don't enter the market.
I repeat, don't enter the market.
-Retreat to starting position.
-Help them.
-We have to do something.
-Do something. Come and help, dammit.
10.17, don't enter the market.
Retreat to starting position.
-No way.
-She said there may be a shooter.
10.17, wait for instructions.
This one needs help.
-Dammit.
-And the DSI?
-Fifteen minutes.
-Everyone could be dead by then.
So could they.
Don't just stand there. Come and help.
Jesus.
-Fuck them, right?
-Fuck them.
-What kept you, dammit?
-Get yourself to safety. That way.
-I think I…
-Go on, quick.
-What are you up to?
-I have to do something.
Now?
-Shouldn't you ask Riad for permission?
-He wouldn't understand.
Trust me.
I'm coming with you.
Send everything you've got.
All ambulances to the market.
How do you know that? A firearm.
Do you know where they are?
Wait for the all clear.
Don't enter the market.
It was intentional.
They crashed the market intentionally.
An attack?
-We have to suppose so.
-Do you think they're gone?
Maybe. No one saw in the commotion.
People told me they're still in the truck.
In that case I'll send the colleagues
onto the market. People need help.
No, they might still be in the truck,
which may be full of explosives.
We'll wait for the DSI. Send out the Zulu.
Copy that. We're heading towards
the East Market, west of Muiderweg.
We just have to follow the road.
DSI on their way. ETA six minutes.
Open logbook. Start golden hour, 9:33 a.m.
Warn the National Police Force.
This is the OC with a message
for the 10.21, 10.22, 22.14,
22.16, 31.11 and 31.12,
40.10 and 40.11.
Switch to the OC 02 and stay in your area.
All other units,
put on your bulletproof vests
and head towards Sumatraplantsoen.
Wait there for further instructions.
Do not approach the crime scene.
-That Joelle…
-From the NSS?
She showed me a picture of a man
from the village I grew up in, Fardin.
He's a volunteer at the sports club.
Last night he contacted me
about someone from our village. Faysal.
He asked me to come and look him up.
Suddenly that Faysal is in Amsterdam.
-And you know him too?
-We were friends until we were seven.
Then we went our separate ways.
Alright, mouths shut.
We do initial reception
together with the DRR.
We still don't know much about…
Who am I missing?
-Mardik and Shannon.
-Where are they?
I just saw them leave.
-So Faysal is a terrorist.
-I don't know, but he's here.
Fardin didn't trust it.
And now this is happening.
Fardin isn't crazy.
That man sees everything.
-You could also tell Joelle all this.
-We didn't part on such good terms.
I'll call him back.
Max.
My God. Little girl, come here.
I'm with the police.
Are you hurt? Do you feel pain anywhere?
-Did you see the driver?
-I don't know.
I have to know. Did you see anyone?
Okay, come here. It's alright.
Here we go.
I'll bring her to the car.
Don't look, sweetie. Look at me.
That's it.
Everything will be fine.
You'll soon be with Mom and Dad again.
Hold on tight. That's it.
Two guys in dark clothes.
-What else?
-I don't know.
Did you see what age…
10.17, OC?
I'm being shot at.
Two men in dark clothing
have been spotted.
We need backup, quickly.
-Are you okay?
-I said they shouldn't approach.
Get them out of there, off the market.
-10.17, you had instructions…
-Max, she's dead.
-Shit. Where are you?
-Behind our car.
10.17, OC, I repeat,
retreat to a safe position.
-There's a camera here.
-What?
-Never mind.
-Did you see where the shots came from?
I have no idea.
Stay there.
We're approaching the market
from the west. One minute away.
You didn't get hit?
Goddammit.
-Come here.
-Are you crazy?
Have you been on the market yet?
-Where did the shots come from?
-Over there.
OC, watch this.
It's right below you, Arno. Down here.
-Veer to the right. Go down.
-And turn.
It looks very bad. A lot of casualties.
That truck drove right across the market.
It's still there.
-What the hell is this?
-Whoa, what the fuck.
Jesus.
What a mess.
-Did you see explosives in the truck?
-Cabin empty, couldn't check the back.
-She was still talking.
-I know. We'll get them.
She mentioned two men in dark clothing.
-OC?
-Yes.
Several suspects in dark clothing,
armed, probably on the run.
Get behind him. Alright, come on.
Come on. Get behind him.
Go, get out of here.
Let's sweep the market. We have no choice.
Two flanks, one center.
Groups of three. Go.
Take cover.
OC, shots have been fired.
Colleagues down.
Heavy firearm.
I repeat, two colleagues down.
Shooter on northeast side.
We saw. We'll keep a safe distance.
We'll try to keep a visual.
Team 2, you have to enter the building.
We're stuck here.
Copy that. We're on our way.
The truck must be inspected.
There may be explosives inside.
-Is EOD present?
-They're standing by.
-Send them around the back.
-Will do.
-That side is safe, so we'll go around.
-Sure, let's do that.
There.
Fifth floor, next to the red awning.
Aren't we too close?
If they're busy with an attack,
they won't be here.
And if they are here, all the better.
-I'll go and check.
-No.
I'm going. You're staying.
Go, go.
Patrick. I'm coming to see what's inside.
Alright.
-What do you think?
-From over here? Hard to say.
-Go get changed.
-We're in a hurry, right?
If that thing explodes, then…
There's a shooter in that building.
My second team is on its way.
If you take the back,
he won't have a shot at you.
I'll send a man along with you,
with a shield.
That's very kind of you. Come.
EOD is going around the back
towards the truck.
Suppose it's about you,
that they wanted to lure you here.
I'm going. You're staying here.
-Why did you come along?
-Because you're a stubborn prick.
Answer that.
He's supposed to be in this building?
In this… Ah, I see.
They're going there now. Right below you.
OC, Team 2 is at the scene.
Right flank, elevator door.
Down there, Team 2.
They're going around.
Move forward a little.
They're taking the south side.
OC, EOD has arrived.
-Okay, I'm going in.
-Be careful.
Yeah yeah. Easy, you're not my mother.
Oh God, loitering teens.
Shouldn't you be in school?
Clear.
Ready to go? Let's go.
Watch the firing lines.
The door is open. I think they're gone.
Before you go in,
check the door for booby traps.
Follow me.
Ready, OC. We're going in.
Check east side. Out.
Clear.
-Fuck.
-Is something wrong? Can I help you?
No, nothing's the matter. Just keep going.
Go on.
-Clear.
-Clear!
OC, block all cell phone traffic
in this area now.
Okay, wait for confirmation.
There were four of them.
Four glasses.
-Shit.
-What?
7.62.
Kalashnikov rounds.
Fuck.
-Okay, Shannon, come back.
-I'm not done yet.
Shannon, come back now.
Shannon, come back.
Shannon.
-Telco has approved.
-EOD?
Go ahead.
Cell phone traffic will be blocked
in ten seconds.
Thanks.
Hey, you can go.
On a giant mushroom
With spots as white as snow
Spindle-shank the little gnome
Was rocking to and fro
Mardik?
You were right.
They were here.
Fuck.
"Crack" went the mushroom
With a heavy sigh
Both his tiny legs
Forensics and QIT have to come right away.
I'm on my way.
You were right.
Fardin was right.
Flew up into the
Sky
OC, we're clear.
Oh, shit.
Shannon.
Shannon! Oh, shit.
-That man.
-In the brown jacket?
The man in the brown jacket
is the suspect.
-Show me your hands.
-Call an ambulance. I'm a colleague.
Show me your hands.
-I'm a detective, I'm a colleague.
-On your knees. On your knees!
I have to fix this.
It's about that attack.
They're on the run.
Call an ambulance.
-I know, a second blow. We're on it.
-If so, it'll come within the golden hour.
So he loses his colleague in an explosion,
he shoots at cops,
he runs, and then he calls
to name one of the terrorists.
How does that sound to you?
The hard drive of his computer was taken.
All his drawers were searched.
I want to get the guys who killed her.
-Why didn't he go in?
-He knew what would happen.
-You forgot your bag.
-Don't move.
Put the bag down!