The Golden Hour (2022) s01e05 Episode Script

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-Did you see anyone at our house?
-Who? That woman from the NSS?
You'd better go home, just to be sure.
What are you doing here?
No one leaves till we find something.
-Are those the pictures you saw?
-I think so.
Identify them. It's a fucking network.
-Yassin will be waiting when you come out.
-Alright.
-Another attack? I have no people left.
-Two colleagues are in the mall.
MOM:
I'm trapped in the mall. I love you.
Where is Faysal?
I need your help.
Find out where Mardik's wife is.
-Mom!
-You're coming.
We'll go one more time. The last round.
I've got three left.
Is it clear?
Let's get some food from that store, okay?
OC, 10.17.
CONTROL ROOM - AMSTERDAM
-10.17, are you guys okay?
-The shooting has stopped.
-No idea if they're still inside.
-How many casualties?
I see at least five,
but there are a lot more.
10.17, who are you?
I know you were at the market as well,
but who are you?
Max and Malcanthi, District 2.
What's keeping the DSI?
Rob, ETA?
The highway is jammed up.
We're making a detour.
They're coming to you as fast as they can.
-What are you doing?
-Tweeting. So they know we're here.
My God.
-Open the door.
-No, why?
-Don't you see he wants to come in?
-That's why it's locked.
We're unlocking it.
Get your hands off me.
I'm Hakim. A cleaner.
I can get you out of here.
Are you coming?
Come.
I'm staying here.
Come on, come. We have to be quick.
Come on.
That way.
Quickly.
Please, no.
No, no, no. Please, don't.
Calm down.
Is Mardik waiting outside?
Forget him.
You and I,
that's all that matters right now.
It's going to be alright, ma'am.
One floor up there's a rear exit.
We'll come with you, together.
First I have to see if I can open it.
I'll come for you if it's safe.
But then you'll have to run fast.
I'll support her.
Okay, got it.
We have to go with him.
We have to go as well.
-What's the matter?
-A lot of police.
-So what? We have bigger guns.
-Have you heard from Yassin yet?
Stop whining. You're getting on my nerves.
You go this way, I go that way.
Deadbeat.
My mother is inside the mall.
Oh Jesus.
I rejected her call.
Let me do it. Give it here.
-Dear Mom…
-Don't worry, it'll be okay.
We'll get you out of there.
I love you.
Your Linda.
I love you very much. Very much.
Thank you.
They started shooting again.
Colleagues are on their way.
-You should stay here.
-No, that's… I'm okay.
Lin, we can manage. Okay?
Alright?
Alright.
I know, sweetheart. It will all be okay.
I'm just a bit scared. Bye, dear.
-Police! Show me your hands!
-Don't move!
I must go back. People need help.
Here, my hands.
-Drop those keys!
-But the door has to stay open.
-Turn around!
-Turn around, now!
-I have to go…
-Turn around!
Keep quiet!
-There are people inside.
-Shut up!
On your knees!
-Hands behind your head!
-Look straight ahead.
-I have to go back.
-You're being held at gunpoint.
I have to go inside.
Get in the car.
Head in.
He's gone.
Fuck.
Now what?
You really think that will help?
Those crates won't stop the bullets.
I used to think like you once.
That violence is a solution.
That killing is a solution.
That's how I saved Mardik's life
back then.
And protected my uncle.
With lots of violence.
Reza, violence is not the solution.
It's the problem.
And today I found out
that death is no solution either.
Nor looks like one.
Faysal came to see me recently.
We talked about the old days.
I only found out today what he was up to.
Now I have to live with the idea
that I did too little to prevent this.
You saw Faysal recently, in France.
If you have anything to do with this,
with those dead children,
you can still absolve yourself
from eternal blame
before it comes to haunt your life.
Like it haunts mine.
NATIONAL SECURITY SERVICE
BLACK SITE
Come on, get out.
Careful. Keep walking.
Come on, walk.
-What is this?
-Different circumstances, different rules.
-Where's Mardik?
-You'll tell us that.
-You hit my father.
-Don't act so sensitive.
My father was a policeman for 40 years.
He was attacked, threatened.
He spent his life trying to help people
and you beat him up?
Forty years. You hear that?
Don't know if I'll make that.
Has he been to Afghanistan too?
Did they torture him as well?
Did they hang him from the ceiling
for weeks on end?
Keep him awake? Pour so much water
into his mouth he hoped he would die?
Anyway, it's not a competition. Sorry.
Look at it this way:
Your father made a sacrifice.
For his fatherland.
I'd worry more about him than Mardik
if I were you.
Speak.
-In Paris they looked up to Faysal.
-Who?
Those who fled from Afghanistan.
Those who still want to go
or want to return to Afghanistan.
Or to Syria.
Those who hate the West because
they invade your home and country.
Plunder it and leave it in ruins.
Faysal had seen and lived it all.
Now he wants to take revenge
on the arrogant West.
And he can, because in Paris
and Marseille he was the king.
The king? Is he that rich?
Do you know Bobigny? The banlieue?
A king needs respect more
than he needs money there.
-When was the last time you saw him?
-I don't know. Some time ago.
What did he want from you?
Did you know what he was planning?
He was going to bring three guys over.
He needed an apartment and a minivan.
-I arranged it for him.
-What kind of van?
-Just a van to drive the guys around.
-For the attacks?
He never mentioned that.
I just had to arrange things.
-What kind of van? What license number?
-I don't know.
-I got it from a guy at a rental company.
-Call him.
Call him now.
Call him!
-Mardik.
-He changes SIM cards after every call.
I've told you everything I know.
If he has something to do with it,
it's his fucking problem.
You have their blood on your hands.
Eventually the truth will come to light.
What rental company?
They won't tell him anything.
They must be worried.
I have to get back to my wife.
-I love you.
-Hang in there.
It'll all be okay.
My God.
-He says he works here.
-Leave him to us.
-Come.
-No, wait. Wait, wait.
Sir! Sir, wait!
I'm not with them.
I'm a cleaner. Look at my ID.
-Where does that blood come from?
-A wounded lady.
She's in the cold storage.
Together with two other people.
They were supposed to follow me.
I promised I'd help them. I promised.
The terrorists, did you see them?
Faysal, it's me. I am…
Reza?
Reza?
Is that you?
If there's one thing I hate,
it's being lied to.
-I've told you everything.
-You had him on the phone.
No, I've told you everything.
Your choice: the truth,
or I let you fall to your death.
Where is Faysal?
I don't know.
-Where is he?
-I don't know.
Where?!
Sami.
My son.
They're in this cold storage.
One wounded lady and two others.
-Can you enter here unseen?
-Yes, but if they happen to walk by…
Are you calling me?
-What the fuck, Mardik?
-How many terrorists are you after?
-One dead, probably two inside the mall.
-You're missing one.
-How do you know?
-I had him on the phone.
-Who is it?
-Faysal Taher.
They're looking for you.
Every cop has your photo.
If they see you, you're dead.
Should we get Riad…
Leave Riad out of it.
He'll choose Joelle's side anyway.
Anything we can do?
There's a suspect at Redewijk 23.
Arrest him. He's involved.
I'll send you Faysal's number.
Trace his location ASAP. And Janne,
that suspect is Reza Bakir.
He arranged a van for Faysal.
No idea what kind of van,
but please be alert, okay?
Where are you?
The storeroom.
I think there's only two of them.
Only two.
Still angry?
My husband is plagued by nightmares.
I always tell him, "Sweetheart, relax,
that won't happen here in Holland."
But now, thanks to you,
I can never say that again.
Impressive.
-Yes, touching.
-Piss off.
We can't find your husband.
His colleague is dead, murdered.
And his clothes, covered in her blood,
were at your house.
He didn't kill her.
Why didn't he go to his colleagues?
Why did he flee?
Apparently he knew more than I did.
Hidden SIM cards.
And photos of accomplices.
Family photos.
-Photos he didn't want her to see.
-He was making our daughter a family tree.
-Ramin, his cousin.
-Right, Ramin.
-His father.
-Of course.
That's why Mardik went back last year.
-His uncle.
-Is he in contact with terrorists?
How the fuck should I know?
Just before the attack at the market
Mardik called you.
Did he warn you?
No.
He just told me to go home,
in case you were going to break in again.
I don't know anything about the attacks,
nor does Mardik.
Well, that's been cleared up then.
-We can stop doing our job.
-You should do your job properly.
Where is Mardik?
Where is Mardik?!
Let go.
Let me think for a moment.
What was that?
He has to be involved.
-Maybe she's not lying.
-Everyone lies, Joelle.
Maybe about some things,
but she could be telling the truth.
Those photos…
A family tree for his daughter.
Right, give me a break.
The better they integrate, the harder they
relapse into hatred. Never heard that?
We can all interrogate a cop
about a possible affair or debts.
-This is different.
-You can't assault someone like that.
Did you see how arrogant she was?
And aggressive.
The way she sat there.
One last push, that's all she needs.
Come.
Watch it. Out of the way.
Come on.
Easy.
Open this and press it against her belly.
Who is this dude?
-Get out.
-Sure, bro.
Get lost. Get lost!
You stay.
You know him.
He rented a van here a few days ago.
-Which van?
-Don't know who that is, man.
I need the license number.
I'll knock his teeth out.
-Afraid of them?
-Tonight this place will be on fire.
-Let me help you.
-Fucking hell, you moron.
I want everything on that van.
Dozens of hostages
are possibly still inside.
Witnesses say the terrorists might be
the same as those from the market attack,
but this hasn't been confirmed
by the police.
You never saw me.
OC, DSI on site.
Copy that.
You have authorization to enter.
-I have to get out of here.
-You can't go out.
-Let me pass. Let me go.
-Be quiet.
Let me go. Why won't they come?
Police!
Go away!
Rayan.
Rayan!
Fuck you, cop!
Fuck you, cop!
Die!
Fuck you, cop!
I'm going to put on a bandage.
You're doing very well.
It'll all be okay. You're doing great.
Keep pressing firmly.
What do you speak, brother?
What?
You want to kill a Muslim brother?
You don't get it.
Drop your weapon!
Drop it, now!
Drop it, I said!
Put down your weapon!
-I just want to go home.
-Goddammit! Drop it!
Target down.
If you don't shoot, we will.
Section 1 left, section 2 right.
-Secure area.
-Analyze explosive!
Police, show yourselves!
Hands behind your head!
This way.
Show me your hands. Get them up.
They're here.
Hands behind your head!
Get up. Get out, that way.
No suspicious moves!
-Hands behind your head!
-That way.
Don't shoot.
Hands behind your head.
-This way.
-No suspicious moves.
Hi, love. Yeah.
-Police.
-Hands up!
-Don't shoot.
-Show me your hands.
This way. No suspicious moves.
Can you walk? My colleague will help you.
-Are you okay?
-Yes, thanks.
Are you the doctor
who snuck in on her own?
-Yes.
-And, manage to save anyone?
Two.
Good job. For such a maverick.
Yeah, you shoot people to save lives,
I prefer to do it this way.
Take care.
Max, where are you?
How are you doing?
It's not so bad.
I hope.
-Did you shoot anyone?
-Almost.
I did.
This is the police.
Stay put till we come for you.
We'll guide you to a safe place.
Now they tell us.
In single file, follow me.
Hurry up, outside.
Wait here.
Follow me.
Hang on.
Hang on.
Hang on!
Oh no.
You sweet man.
Okay, in single file.
Slowly follow me outside.
-Lin, go to your mother.
-No, I'll finish up here.
-Sitrep.
-All available units are at the scene.
Good.
I need her now.
Where are they going?
The last push.
What kind of push?
They're getting it now.
-Her kid?
-Why do you keep whining?
Are you game or not? It's war, Joelle.
We've been attacked on our own soil.
When this fucking mess is over, at least
I can say I did everything I could.
Yeah, everything?
Everything.
Janne, what's the situation?
Two terrorists dead at the mall,
so three in all.
There also was a shooting at a wedding,
possibly related.
I was able to trace Faysal's number.
The signal comes
from the Market Quarter in West.
-Is Faysal among the three dead men?
-No.
Then the big hit is yet to come.
Faysal!
It's too late, Mardik. You know that too.
You always have a choice, friend.
Hey, where are you going?
Let go!
We're on the same side.
I just want my wife and child back.
-Mom, get me out of here, please.
-Listen to me. Everything…