The Golden Hour (2022) s01e06 Episode Script

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Anything in particular I should ask?
You're the Afghanistan expert here.
My father was a policeman for 40 years.
Has he been to Afghanistan too?
Did they torture him as well?
Where is Mardik?!
-You can't assault her like that.
-One last push.
What kind of push? Her kid?
Grandpa!
Fardin Ameri.
From the same village as Mardik.
A lot of young boys go to him.
-Is Fardin a subject?
-Could be.
All those dead people today, Husna.
It's all my fault.
The suspect is Reza Bakir.
He arranged a van for Faysal.
I want everything on that van.
Reza?
I traced Faysal's phone.
It's in the Market Quarter in West.
-Is Faysal among the three dead?
-No.
Then the big hit is yet to come.
We're getting stronger.
-It's getting more dangerous every day.
-Be careful. Let me know when you're safe.
Mardik.
Mardik!
Faysal, what's up?
-We're leaving tomorrow.
-Where are you going?
-Don't know. To peace, says Dad.
-So I won't see you again?
Wait here.
I want you to have this.
Really?
OC, 34.12, victims and witnesses
are being questioned.
The road is being blocked off.
…that the main road will be closed and
ambulances are allowed through. Over.
-Copy that.
-Everybody is on alert?
Cameras on all exits. Let us know
if you see anything suspicious.
-Where are they going?
-A man with bloody hands was spotted.
-So?
-The 24th report of a suspect situation.
NATIONAL SECURITY SERVICE
BLACK SITE
-Riad.
-Hey, Riad.
-Yes?
-I'll have Mardik's location soon.
Then I'll let you know
and you send in the DSI.
-To arrest him?
-Yes, to arrest him.
If you say so.
That was Ilja, National Security Service.
He just gave Mardik a death sentence.
Did Mardik tell you
how his colleague died?
Where is he?
Michelle, how can I reach him?
Look, I'm sorry, but if you keep quiet,
your daughter will be involved.
He came home.
With a lot of blood on his clothes.
Shannon's, he said.
He said she was dead.
That they were looking for terrorists
and there was an explosion.
Is that true?
I…
I asked him if he knew about the attack.
-If that was why he had sent me home.
-And?
No.
He had sent me home for you guys.
He was afraid you'd break in.
Did you believe him?
I hesitated at first, but…
apparently he was right.
What do you think he'll do
when he hears they have Pip?
Once he's after someone,
he sees it through.
I don't know where he is
or what he's doing or feeling.
But whatever happens,
Mardik is not a terrorist.
You got the wrong man.
Please leave my daughter out of this.
How can I reach him?
What will you do with her?
Joelle will try to reach Mardik.
-Keep an eye on her.
-Why?
I think you heard me. Right?
Hello.
Hey. Coming?
Come on. Look straight ahead.
Faysal!
Keep walking.
Upstairs.
Where are you?
Close by.
Are you here to save me again?
On your own?
You're on your own too now, Faysal.
The other three are dead.
Three?
And the real party
hasn't even started yet.
It will be more spectacular
than the fireworks back then.
Do you remember?
I could never forget that night.
Nor all the things that followed.
That was then.
Now we are this to each other.
A silhouette from the past.
Why are you doing this?
You wouldn't understand.
It's been too long.
Too long ago, too far away.
We went in different directions.
But it's never too late.
-Are you married? Kids?
-Married. A daughter.
I read a little girl
was shot at the market.
Same age as my daughter.
I aimed at the cop, not the kid.
Know that everything you do
affects me too.
Because you're Afghan?
Something like that.
They don't trust you as it is,
and they never will.
-I suppose your wife is Dutch?
-And you?
I don't need anybody.
I have the whole world, if I need it.
Everybody needs other people.
This belongs to my daughter.
And to me.
It connects us.
I want you to have this.
Please, let us go.
Faysal!
Let's continue.
Why do you stop? Leave him.
Take him.
-Let's go, I'm hungry.
-What should we do with him?
Nice try, Mardik.
But in the end
that thing is just a bag of air.
Worthless as a symbol.
It's too late. You know that too.
There's always a choice, my friend.
Always.
Help me. This boy is wounded.
Help me. He's wounded.
Twenty-two people have been killed
and 42 injured.
Entire families have been torn apart
and the grief is unbearable for many
after this terrible attack
here in Amsterdam today.
A lot of people are gathering…
-Where are you going?
-Grandpa, what's up?
Stay out of it.
Seema, I have to go do something.
Don't let him leave.
Grandpa!
-What are you going to do?
-Something important.
-This is not your fault.
-I'll be the judge of that, Husna.
-Why did Mardik come to get you?
-It was about a man called Reza.
But it was nothing.
Violence is not a solution, Husna.
I learned that in the end.
But someone has to explain it to them too.
They need an answer.
Faysal!
I brought you someone.
Pip?
Pip, stay calm. They won't harm you.
Pip?
Pip, Mommy will come and get you.
Mom, I want to get out of here. Mommy?
-Everything will be fine, sweetie.
-Mommy! Please.
-I'm close by. I'll be with you soon.
-Come pick me up.
Listen. I'll…
I'm afraid. What are they doing to you?
It took three days before I broke.
We don't have that time.
This is the last thing she'll hear
if you don't tell me where he is.
Mommy.
Mommy! Come get me.
Please.
I want to get out.
Please.
Where is he?!
Where is Mardik?!
What are you doing?
-I don't think I'm accountable to you.
-Ilja wants you here.
Fuck Ilja.
Open the door! Open it!
Mardik?
Don't hang up.
-Who are you?
-Joelle, National Security Service.
-How did you get this number?
-From Michelle.
She gave me your numbers.
-Is she okay?
-Yes, but they have your daughter too.
They have Pip.
What?
-Why?
-Ilja had her picked up.
I know, he went too far.
I'm sorry. I never intended this.
Where's Michelle? Where's my daughter?
Where are they?
-Where are they?
-You can't get in there.
But you can?
Where are you?
Market Quarter in West.
Excuse me.
Officer.
Come.
Can I do anything for these people?
Please, sir, stay here.
Who shot you?
-Faysal.
-Taher.
Did you arrange to meet him?
Alone?
Jesus. You expect me to believe
you're not involved in the attacks?
Or the death of your colleague?
That flat was booby-trapped.
-She was dead when I…
-Turn yourself in. Tell them everything.
And then what?
You think that will solve it?
Something else is going down.
You have to catch him.
Were you trying to appeal to his better
nature? Make it right by talking?
We grew up together.
For old times' sake.
Two friends, 30 years on.
He rented a van. It was here.
Here's the information.
It contains a bomb.
-I'll report the license plate and…
-No point.
It'll have fake plates by now.
We need to look for the details.
-Damage.
-Yes, here.
Back left. Here. Report those.
Joelle…
Where are they?
Where are my wife and daughter? Please.
I'll text the address.
-Get those images out there right away.
-Will do.
And report to me.
-Do you love me?
-Of course.
Come with me. I need you.
-I can't just…
-Now.
Here. I'll explain on the way.
On your knees! On your fucking knees!
On your fucking knees.
Where are they?
Where's my child?
Where are my wife and child, goddammit?
I thought the National Security Service
wasn't armed.
We normally aren't.
I don't want to shoot anyone.
I don't want a bloodbath.
We're on the same side.
I just want my wife and child back.
They have nothing to do with this.
Easy.
Easy now. Give me that.
Come on.
Daddy.
Oh, darling.
Hey, honey. It'll be okay. It's all okay.
Come.
Not with her.
Give her here.
Okay, sweetie.
I won't be a minute.
You stay with this nice lady. Alright?
Hi, sweetheart.
Michelle!
Mich!
Mich. Michelle.
Michelle.
Hi, honey.
-Come here.
-Pip…
They have Pip.
Pip is safe. She's okay.
Look at me. Are you okay?
-Where's Ilja?
-At the mall.
Why?
He thinks the final attack
will happen there.
He thought if he put
the daughter and mother there…
He wanted to take them there?
As what? Bait? A human shield?
You know what's about to happen?
And who's responsible?
He is.
He's on his way. Or he's already here.
If you see anything at all,
report to me. At once.
Ilja's at the mall.
Eighty percent of all major terrorist
attacks come in twos or threes, right?
-Make as many victims as possible.
-Exactly.
These assholes follow that pattern.
-First the market.
-Then the wedding.
I think that was a distraction.
Attacks around the city,
to disperse the police.
And then the final blow
in a place people focus on.
The mall.
Police, first responders, the media,
everybody is there.
That's where Faysal is. Trust me.
Daddy?
I'll be back soon. I promise.
-Are you bringing those two?
-They're gone.
-Gone where?
-Joelle was here with Riad and Mardik.
Who?
Mardik. They took his wife and kid.
We tried to…
Fuck!
-Has everyone been informed?
-I don't know.
Those guys are on edge,
so let me do the talking.
Stay close.
-You, get out of the car!
-Get out!
It's okay. It's a misunderstanding.
-Put your hands in your neck!
-Show us your hands!
-Rob…
-Don't move!
It's okay.
Weapons down. Situation is under control.
Are you sure about this?
It's on your head, okay?
I know. Don't worry.
What is he doing?
What are you doing?
-What are you doing?
-Go away.
Grandpa, let's go.
This is all I can do now.
You go if you want.
Quit doing that. Get lost!
Move it. Go on.
Grandpa, come on.
Get lost.
Are you here to celebrate
death and destruction, Fardin?
Get away from there.
-I don't know…
-No, you don't know anything.
You don't know me, but I know you.
What do you want from me?
Let us go.
What are you doing here?
You're coming with me.
To explain what you're praying for.
-Yes, you are. Come on.
-What are you doing?
Fardin?
I know him. Let me go.
Tell me where Mardik is.
Who are you?
-Malik Fardin! Malik!
-Hey, stay put! Don't move!
Let him go!
Shut your trap, old man.
-You speak Dari?
-Let him go!
-No!
-Get down!
Grandpa!
Shot from the left!
Team 3, to that street!
Find out where the shot came from!
Go, go, go!
Medic stays here!
Team 1, medical assistance! Follow!
Medical assistance on the way.
Fuck!
Patrick, this is the one!
The explosives are in here!
In the back of the van!
-Another shot.
-EOD down.
-Take cover.
-Shot fired!
-Where are you hit?
-Here.
Goddammit. Brand-new rucksack.
-Are you okay?
-Yeah.
Shit. Fuck, wrong side.
Put the gun down.
If you want to stop me, shoot me.
Put the gun down, Faysal!
It's time you knew I'm not your enemy.
On your knees.
On your knees!
I kneel for no man,
especially not for a traitor.
Down!
How could you do this?
How could I do this?
How could you stop feeling what I feel?
Once we were alike.
They destroyed our country.
Destroyed our houses.
-Murdered our parents.
-Stop talking.
Left our people to rot.
Not just once, but for 20 years.
Stop talking!
You Dutch abandoned us.
Nobody likes us. They hate us.
-Who will rise against them? You or I?
-How can they help it?
They choose the politicians.
It's their choice.
They sacrifice us
for their own prosperity.
You only increase the hatred, Faysal.
Do you like it out there?
Your wonderful life?
Don't move!
You'll never be one of them,
however hard you try.
You're a lost man.
Not a Dutchman, not an Afghan.
Embrace me, brother.
Come here.
Fardin was right.
It was indeed good to see you beforehand.
Goodbye.
Don't do this.
My life for my country.
You, drop the gun! Hands up!
-Hands up!
-Police!
-Drop the gun!
-Get down!
-The phone is the detonator.
-Hands up!
-Get down!
-One suspicious move and we'll shoot!
-Hurry up!
-Are you deaf?!
-Move!
-On your knees!
Hands behind your back. Look ahead.
You're under arrest. Understood?
OC, possible suspect arrested.
I'm not sure that's necessary, Rob.
Not yet.
Listen.
If he's involved, he wants the hood.
And if he's not, he'll still want it.
JUDICIAL COMPLEX NORTH HOLLAND
This conversation never took place.
Some people want to keep you here
until every detail is sorted.
And the cop? The one driving the van?
That's him.
And you think he's an officer?
I don't know.
He was the only one
who walked the other way.
I think you're right.
That he's a police officer.
And if that's true, then Faysal
had inside help. In the police force.
I can get you out of here,
but you have to help me.
Because if you're right,
then all of this
is so much bigger than we think.