Police! Get down! Get down! Down!
UNDERCOVER KIDS
- Vidar, get the other bastard. - Where the hell is Johan?
Where the hell is Johan?
No...!
Johan's been shot. Send an ambulance. The basement of the graffiti removal company.
The area must be secured before we send the ambulance.
Shit, get an ambulance here, an officer's been shot!
48 HOURS EARLIER
Hey, kids.
Hey. Can you give me a lift?
Absolutely. I'll just take a shower.
- Did you lose anything? - I run and run and nothing happens.
- You've got to fit into your suit, too. - Yeah... Ha, ha...!
- Don't forget we're meeting at one o'clock. - For what? What's at one o'clock?
- We're supposed to look at the dress. - Oh, right.
Isn't that my bathrobe? - Yes!
- Put down the bags! - Drop the baton!
Lie down!
Take your clothes off, right now!
- Hurry up! - Come on!
Put your clothes in the bags, come on! Hurry!
Move it! Come on!
It's cool.
- That's it. - Go! Go, go.
- Holy shit. Watch out! - Watch out!
- Come on! Head for the car! - Here, take it!
Call the police! Hello!
Come on! Hurry up!
- Drive, drive! - Go!
How easy was that?
- There's a fucking guy. - Just drive, he'll move.
- Drive. - Just drive.
- Oh my God! - They ran him down.
- Hurry up. The case will explode soon! - Where's the nitrogen?
- I can't find it! - Hurry up!
Find the nitrogen! Do it before it explodes!
You fucking idiot!
Good luck with the exam.
Call me if you need a ride later.
- See you later. - Yes, for sure. Bye.
A special traffic alert.
Anektdotgatan near Backaplan in Göteborg is blocked.
A car is on fire in the area...
I'm closing it.
- Bye. - Have a good day. Bye.
Why are you following me? Who are you?
Seth Rydell is my name. Do you recognize it?
You have my file at the bailiff's office. You want to auction off my house.
Tallvägen 3b, Lilleby. Even though I've paid the first half of the debt.
What are you doing outside my daughter's daycare? Outside my home?
Why are you so uptight?. Loosen your tie, so you can breathe.
This is a threat, and I'll report you. And you too.
A threat? There's no threat. We're chatting about business.
His two witnesses can testify to that.
I'm only asking, how can it harm you, as a bailiff, to hold off for a while.
- On the other hand... - The other hand?
- Home to change his pants? - How fucking hard can it be?
- Yeah? - Viktor? It's Ricky.
- Who? - Morén. You were inside with my dad.
Morén, Oh, yes. I need help.
- Switch over to Skype. - I don't have Skype.
Text me a time and place to meet. If I hear nothing, I'll do nothing.
- Morén. Isn't he locked up for life? - Yes. That was his kid who rang.
- His kid? - He has problems.
- Johan, it's a hold up. - Backaplan?
- I heard it on the radio. - A bystander was run over and killed.
It was posted on the Police Intranet. Nude robbers. The same M.O..
But now they've added this little detail.
They got into a closed pizzeria next door, removed the dividing wall...
...cut around the outer wall and shoved the whole thing.
I was gonna call Joe Labero, the illusionist.
By taking the guards clothing they buy time with colour cartridges.
It doesn't help, because there's a transmitter in the armoured truck.
- They may have a solution to that. - Four-naked guards in a month.
Eight.
- They work in pairs. Ha, ha.
You're less likely to attack someone if you don't have clothes on.
But now someone has died.
What the hell is this? What are you going to do with blue money?
We were going to spray nitrogen when we broke open the bags...
...but the idiot couldn't find the can.
I had to save the money so I threw the bags into a stream.
- What did you do with the empty bags? - We burned them, along with the car.
- How much is here? - Four million.
All swimming around.
This money is super hot. You just need look after it for one day, maybe two.
- You'll take the usual 20 grand? - 10%. So that will be 400,000.
Plus 10,000 for each additional day. We take 10% when it's hot.
Plus 10,000 for each additional day.
- Isn't that so, Victor? Yes, that's right.
- But that's too much. - Make up your mind, young man.
I know another Morén who would be damn happy if you helped me.
- Won't you do it for Morén? - We know your dad better than you.
What would he say if you tried to screw us?
- Screw you? I'm trying to help you a bit. - You call that help?
Calm down.
If we take only the unstained notes we'll forget about the extra ten grand.
Oh, all right. How long should we sit on it?
Max one day. I'll find someone who can get the paint off.
You want me to carry the boxes for you, as well?
- Shit... - How much is it?
Four million.
Hell, what did you do?
- Is it all like this? - Well, more or less.
It'll take at least a week.
- Can't you do it sooner? A week? - Maybe, but it will cost you.
- No problem. How much? - 300,000
- No way, make it half as much. - Do you have somewhere else to go?.
We'll give you your 300,000. But make it damned quick.
Exactly the same approach. The ATMs are being refilled.
They take the guards' clothes to handle the paint cartridge.
I checked with Criminal Intelligence: No more stained notes have shown up.
Look how he moves.
Check the body type there. Compare it with Mölndal and the other two.
See how the tall skinny one moves. It's not the same guys.
It could be a large gang with several members carrying out the robberies.
Or someone is selling packaged robberies.
Someone plans and packages a robbery and sells it to others who do it.
Where the hell are you going? No!
What the hell are you doing?!
An innocent man was run over.
The police are turning Göteborg upside down to find you.
What the hell could I do? The bastard wouldn't move.
Fucking amateur.
Why didn't you use the liquid nitrogen?
- Heikki, our deal hasn't changed. - Why was the plan important? Huh?
To involve as few people as possible.
You have to wash the money and involve more people. That's not good.
I have a friend cleaning the money. It's okay, I know him.
Your mistakes will cost you. Shall we say 100,000? Do you understand?
I'll take the unstained money first.
Ricky, you're only breathing so you can get my money. Do you understand?
"Yes, I understand"... Do you want to buy yourself 24 hours?
"Yes, I would like to do, that please, Heikki. "
HJÖRDIS: "MUST SEE YOU NOW"
Here's a crime reporter who has it unusually accurate.
- Erik Berg, right? - Yes, he's sharp.
He only missed how we actualy did it.
Yes, exactly, perfect. Perfect.
Good, see you tonight. Bye.
Patrik. I've received a tip about something tonight.
- I'll take Vidar with me. - Take Johan.
I can't, I'm sorry. I forgot something and I have...
It's not until tonight, Johan. You'll have time.
- I'll call you. - Yes, that's okay.
This one?
- Yes, but if you check. - Yes, absolutely, it goes quite well.
Hello, sorry. I'm supposed to meet a Helen Anderson here.
- What was your name? - Johan Falk.
She was here, she just left.
She said you would pick up the dress and pay for it when you came in.
Oh.
- How much? - 5,900.
5,900?
Yes, go ahead.
I have something for you. But I want payment in hard cash.
- Didn't you get paid last time? - No.
What do you think about this game? - Game?
Informant and Controller.
Do you want it or not? You've had good information from me lately?
That said, I want cash.
- Who are they? - No idea.
I don't remember. Should I give you more clichés?
You can't take them now, or I'll be exposed as the source.
They're going to wash off the stain and it's a rush job.
It's happening soon. You can grab them for money laundering and get two gangs.
I want 50 grand per arrest. You'd better listen to me.
- Are you threatening me now? - Why haven't you let your hair down?
Do you want this or not?
Put a GPS in one of the bags so we can follow the robbers to the money launderer.
And 50 grand per arrest. Be glad I'm not taking a percentage on the cash seizures.
You'll get 50 in total, after the arrests.
Because I know, and you know I know, exactly what you did last time. So that's it.
Not a penny until after the arrests.
- Here. Drink up. - Oh, hell. Are you kidding me?
Do you hang out here in the evenings?
- What did she say? - Who?
Your source.
She said that Bill and Bull over there showed up about two weeks ago.
Began spreading lots of cash around. They've been here five times in two weeks.
Drank more bubbly than rich playboys. They've either won the lottery or... not.
- Do they have names? - Sure, but I don't know what.
- They're leaving. - Damn, I just ordered.
Rydell is unreliable. If something goes wrong, he'll take you down.
He's the only way in.
I have the upper hand and I can use the money to control him.
- Do you still want to take over from me? - Yes.
You don't want anything harmful on your record if you're going into management.
I know that.
All right.
You're fucking tedious. Do you know that?
- Take care. - Yes.
Sumo? Yes.
Avenue! Here we come!
- What do you do? - I'm a nurse.
Then you must wear a uniform at work.
Fucking idiots. Should they drive in that state?
Since when was DUl a GSI problem?
We don't want the uniforms to stop them. Who knows what they might have in the car.
- What can we do? - Improvise.
What the hell!
Damn...
- Whoa! Take it easy. - Big fucking mistake.
Hey, I know her. I fucked her last week. You never called!
- Next time, you can do the vomiting. - Check the tall guy. There he is, right?
His driving is definitely a bit skewed. See what name we get from the plate number.
- You stink. - Tacos.
I'm sorry I stink.
All right. Always nice. Take it easy now.
- See you. - We will. Ciao.
- Do we know that it's theirs? - Yes.
They tried to take her home for 200 bucks. Cheap bastards.
- Do you have the charger for the GPS? - Yeah, here.
- Hello. Matte? - Yes.
Can you help me with something? Check out a black BMW, LLZ381.
381...
- What the hell is happening? - Sophie has a bite.
Okay, let's have a briefing, everyone.
Just a tip: shower first.
I was told by my source, the robbers are meeting with people...
...who'll help them wash the stains off the money.
In an hour, we'll be at Eriksberg junction.
The robbers will pass below us. There's a GPS in the money bags.
- I can't take the other bags? - Are you still whining?
Do you see how they look?
- The stains may not come off. - There are people who do that: launderers.
- You've already taken your share. - Yes, we told you. The unstained ones.
- Have you forgotten? No, I just thought of something...
- But it's okay, Seth. - Do you have a problem with that?
- No. What the hell? - Does it hurt?
Fuck it. Thanks for your help.
- What make of car are we shadowing - My source wasn't sure.
It's no more than 14 hours since the last robbery.
Damn!
What a fucking idiot.
The subject is driving from Lundby towards town, so we're pulling out now and following.
11 here. Following along. 500 meters behind you.
-13 easing in behind 11. - We don't see the subject yet.
The subject is on the hill at Brantingsplatsen, heading towards town.
Speed: 90 kms per hour.
Do we have a make?
No, sorry. I have a dozen different cars in front of me.
Wait. The subject has turned off. At Ringe junction.
What the hell! We'll have to go on and turn around.
We'll catch up as soon as we can. So fucking typical.
I'll hang onto the subject. I'm approaching the Ringe junction.
Damn.
There's a problem. Traffic jam at the junction.
Some fools have collided
Traffic pile up, several cars involved.
Vidar, stay with me.
Are there reflectors on them too? Damned amateurs.
Sophie, find another route and join up with the subject.
We need to turn around and it's a mess here, but we'll get there.
Police.
- Thank God you came. - She's crazy!
She kept going...
- She drove straight into me... - What are you doing?
- We saw everything. - The great idiotic public.
What are you doing? Are you the police?
- Fucking chatter. - We are so fucking delayed now.
What are you doing?
Are they crazy? Getting run over by the police. What's going on?
The fuel pumps at the Stig Center. He's stationary.
- It's good that even thugs need to refuel. - Okay, I'm there in about two minutes.
Good, you go in. The others, watch the immediate area. Over and out.
The GPS is located inside the gas station.
- Vidar, pull up and refuel. - Got it.
Johan and Sophie, take a look.
The GPS is stationary. Looks to be at the back of the room.
- Hello. - Hello. Where's the washroom?
- It's over there. - There? A grilled with bread too.
- Ketchup or mustard? - Just a little mustard.
Have you have seen anyone recently with a suitcase, bag or backpack?
- No. - No.
Nothing inside the gas station.
The GPS is on the move again.
It seems to be outside the gas station. Not inside.
And it's moving faster towards...
Do you see it?
It should be near you now. It's moving toward...
- From my right, straight at me. - Vidar?
Vidar.
Police! Take it easy!
We missed them.
They must have emptied and dumped the bags here.
- You'd better check with your source again. - Yeah, I'll do that.
What the hell is this?
Take it easy. I'm sorry, it was a mistake.
He must know who the robbers are.
- Time to get tougher now. - Maybe.
Can you do it or shall I?
- No thanks, I'll be fine, Johan. - Tell me, if you're not.
- This is Ricky Morén. - All contact is through Simon.
I understand. I want this shit cleaned as soon as possible.
We'll do it as soon as we can.
Great.
They're trying to make it difficult for us.
I think they've changed the color. Simon, what are we looking for now?
An alcohol solution of the same polarity as this color.
To test a note for a colour match.
Good kid, you're learning.
- But this is a lot of money. - We'll bring in Bergman, he's reliable.
- Is he free? - I think so.
Then we'll need... four more. I'll arrange it.
Pappa. It's Johanna's birthday tomorrow. Six years old.
- What should I do about it? - Come on.
I don't get involved in your mother's life anymore. So is that all?
Can you lend me some money. I need an advance.
I'm broke. It's as plain as that.
Wait until the job is over.
- Hello. Where are you? - I just got home.
I have to deal with gang penalties.
- How much is it? - 50 grand a day since June.
- I've got a handle on it now. - What do you know about laundered money
Who's doing it in Göteborg? Do you have any names?
What, money laundering? Is it financial criminals?
No, physically laundered money from a rigged money bag.
Seriously? I don't know anything about it or who does it.
Okay, it was a gamble. Good luck with the bistro.
I'm holding a table for you, so come and visit.
Damn.
- Marie. - Here we are.
You see, I can stay away.
Can't you pay gang penalties on the phone?
It doesn't work like that.
I want to leave in good standing and this can't be handled over the phone.
- So? Yes... - No arrests.
No arrests?
Did he get away? Didn't the GPS work?
We didn't get him and we didn't see him, so there won't be any money.
Is that how it works? You screw up and I get shit. Good deal.
No arrest, no money. That was the deal.
But if you give me the name of the robber right now, you get 20,000.
Then at least you'll have given us something.
Twenty thousand?
- Well. And what are you doing now? - Shut up and enjoy it.
You're against giving us the robbers. Don't want to be a snitch, right?
Then don't do it. Find out who's behind the robbers.
Who sold the concept to them and other gangs.
If you give us their names you get 100,000.
And if we grab the robbers, the money cleaners, and their weapons...
...then we're talking really big money.
Was that a yes?
- I need the money now. - It takes as long as it takes, right?
Simon, I don't care how you do it. Just do it!
I'll have to check how it's going. I'll call you.
...so leave a message.
Seth, you must... Can we meet?
I need help. They will fucking kill me. Call me, please.
- Good morning. - Morning.
Here's Bill's and Bull's BMW. The address is on there. It came in late yesterday.
- All four of the 500 kronor notes? - Yep. Microscopic spots.
All of them originate from the same colour cartridge that was in one of the bags.
Thanks. Time for a home visit. In secret.
Sune Olofsson, 34 years old. Assessed annual income: 49,324 kronor.
Now in adult education. Went inside for armed robbery in '99.
- Out after six months. - He won't be any nicer now.
Jackpot! Beretta.
Loaded.
LIQUID NITROGEN
Jackpot!
Three weeks. Sure.
First Bangkok for two days and then...
- Police! Hold it! - Lie down!
- Lie down! Down! Down! - Lie down!
I'll call Patrick. County police should arrest Olofsson at the trade school right away.
Look at him. It must be him.
We'll see what Forensics say about the seizures from the apartment.
Now we know how they disabled the ink cartridges...
Nitrogen. Completely freezes everything. Smart.
According to Kroon, these clowns are so damn scared...
...they don't dare ask for a glass of water. It isn't Kroon who scares them.
The one who sold the robberies is enforcing their silence.
Why we do not know who it is? GOB and Serious Crimes have no idea.
Do you know if your source knows?
No, but I can call again and see if I get anything else.
Listening to those two fools has made me need a piss.
- Vidar! - Oh, yes.
- Any reports on the coloured notes? - There's nothing.
- Have you checked this morning? - Yes, five minutes ago.
Yeah, hey. Falk, Regional Crime.
Just do it for Morén's sake. Not for me. Fuck me.
- But do it for my Dad. - Pull yourself together.
- I really need the money. - And this concern me, how?
- Seth. - Wow.
Give me the money now.
Don't go out in the woods without a compass, little man.
I'll blow your brains out!
After you blow my brains out, the money will still be mine.
- Where's the money? - Who's threatening you?
It's the guys you bought the robberies from, right?
And then you have the cops. And now you've created a real fucking threat.
That's me. You have three major armed factions after you.
You're a dead man walking. You just don't know it.
- No! - Money, Seth!
And after you've shot me...
...my guys will stop looking for you? Is that what you think?
Or what!
Let's do this. Listen to me now.
Now you tell me who you purchased the robberies from.
And I'll tell them the money is mine.
And they'll understand that. Believe me.
And I'll do it for Morén.
Not for you, because you are not worth a damn spit.
Simon Johansson, 15, lives in Kungälv. He passed over the note.
As you can see, the colour a lot brighter than normal.
This is Bosse Johansson Simon's stepfather.
Owns a business which is having problems with the taxman.
A graffiti clean-up company.
So Simon is one of the robbers or one of the money cleaners.
- What more do we know about Simon? - Shoplifting, assaulted a guy at school.
Now here's the interesting part. The kid has debts.
Social Services wants reimbursement for a parental assistance scam.
The Agency holds the kid responsible for repayment.
Yes, I know what you're thinking and maybe I'm thinking the same thing.
- What? - An opportunity to recruit Simon.
- We're talking about a child. - He's not a child, he's 15.
He's criminally responsible, but we're on thin ice.
- He may have post-traumatic stress... - Post-traumatic stress?
If the kid is just a money cleaner it will be more complicated.
- The guy has poor judgement... - Guess where he'll be in a few years.
We shouldn't be enlisting Simon. Is this a joke?
- You guys are fucking crazy. - He needs a rude awakening.
- Awakening? - Take it easy now.
Simon will just describe where and when things happen.
- We'll have to discuss it with Stĺhlgren. - I'm with Vidar.
In this case, I think it's a good idea to do it.
You go along and observe, Vidar, see how a recruitment is done.
The we can talk about ethics, after you've seen how we work.
- You know how these things can end. - There are muffins.
We've set up surveillance on Simon. He always drives around in his EPA-traktor.
- EPA-traktor? - He bought it when he turned 15.
- How old is he now? - Still 15.
I don't want to wait 'til we have another robbery on our hands.
Surely, the quickest way to get results is to make contact.
- You have no lights on. - No, I forgot.
Will you please blow into this?
Do you know how we recruit someone who doesn't want it?
Perhaps there's another way.
- What choice do we have? - He's the one who doesn't have a choice.
- He's our only way in. - He can't even buy beer.
- I have not been drinking. - No.
There are new rules for EPA-traktors. If you follow me, I'll show...
Ask him if he wants to talk to us.
We're getting our knuckles rapped over this.
This will be the readers' photo of the year.
Overnight, Home Guard Holger Svensson, 60...
...has become a symbol. A symbol of the lack of police action.
I'm accountable to the relatives who are constantly calling us...
...to ask what we're doing. Want to take the calls, Johan?
I want to know that you are behind us, whatever happens. Are you?
If we have to solve this with help from someone who is...
...a willing participant in the crime, I have no problem with it.
Hello! Come in and sit down.
I want to introduce Janne, 19 years old.
He laundered money for a few years.
And he owed some robbers with him just a thousand kronor.
Then I have another picture. This is you...
...spending money from the security guard robbery at Backaplan.
What will the robbers do to you when they hear you've been spending their money?
Before it's been washed and can be tracked.
Check the picture! It could be you.
They have already killed an old man who happened to get in their way.
What will happen to you when they hear you've been spending their money?
This photo will end up in the public record.
What do you want me to do?
We just want to help you solve this problem.
Actually, we are obliged to investigate what's in this photo.
What would you say if we forgot about it?
You just tell us when robbers will retrieve the money from your father.
- Stepfather. - Call us as soon as you know anything.
Or if you need help.
You know you don't have to do this. Only if you're really sure, Simon.
What happens then?
When the shit hits the fan, we pick you up for questioning.
Then we release you and the photo is completely forgotten.
We promise to keep you out of it. Huh?
- Can I go now? - Put this back with the rest.
They keep track of this stuff.
Call us.
Are you a complete dumbass? How hard is it to shut up!
He had no choice.
Get a grip! You're an observer.
Your hug-a-thug methods are dangerous.
He could tell them he spoke to us.
They might shoot him.
Hello?
Mamma?
Yeah? Hey. You said you'd call.
- Sorry, forgot. - Forgot?
- It's a little stressful right now. - Can you speed it up?
It will cost you, but...
- You'll get your fucking money. - When is the deadline?
- Tomorrow morning at six o'clock. - Shit.
Shit, what then?
Shit nothing. Six o'clock tomorrow morning is great.
I've never seen anyone withstand as many beatings as you.
I can thank the old man for that. He had his own ideas about child rearing.
It still hurts sometimes. But what the hell?
- I was pissed off but you survive. - Mm.
But you have to switch hands sometimes?
You've gotten older, little Swede.
- Was it seven years ago? - Nine.
- You know who I am and what I do. - I know that you're a wimp.
But your Vice President, Frank Wagner, has a reputation.
A police killer. He's tough and reliable.
But what I don't understand is...
...that you protect this pussyboy here.
- Are you nervous? - No, no.
It's pretty clear that you don't understand.
We protect no one. I' just telling you...
...the money is mine. You can't do anything about it.
I'm sorry, could you repeat that?
The money is mine, and there's nothing you and your fucking dog can do about it.
Really? Okay then.
What should I do with little Ricky?
He can't pay the fee. What should we do with him?
Should we cut off his hand?
I know what you're doing, Heikki.
You sell robberies to young boys. There's no risk, no danger for you.
Fast, easy money.
But now it's all gone to hell anyway, you sold robberies to incompetent idiots.
Even a Lapp bastard like you should know better.
Left-hand. What the hell!
I said 24 hours. One for today and one for tomorrow.
- Get out! Victor! Victor! - Seth! Help me, damn it!
Seth, help me!
Damn...!
Stay there!
- So, are we done here, then? - My percentage must be paid on time.
Plus penalty... Shall we say times two, okay?
Gentlemen.
You got off pretty lightly.
Felix, we have another meeting.
- How was daycare today? - Good.
Happy birthday!
Mamma?
Simon, not now. I've been working since four this morning.
He's not one of the robbers. Up to his eyes in debt since he was ten.
- He's not working summers for the city. - Come on now.
- He isn't calling, he's a criminal. - It doesn't feel right.
Let's have another go at management.
Hey!
Patrik.
What the hell is it?
What did you say?
- Let's run it by management again. - I'm completely behind Stĺhlgren on this.
Then I'll take over as Simon's handler and I want Vidar with me.
Sophie has been busy with that madman Hjördis. I'll talk to her.
Hey. Welcome.
It is not that I don't trust you.
And it's not up for discussion. Johan will take over Simon.
Okay.
Good.
- Was there something else? - No.
I don't like working with children.
- Damn, it stinks in here. - Yes, it's the chemicals.
Shit, look at all this cash! Thanks for letting me in on this.
- It's cool, man. - There's something wrong with this.
Look at it.
Hey. Can we meet now?
I'm going for food.
- Where are you going? - Just to buy food.
Our security rule applies to everyone. Anyone going out leaves his phone.
- I'm going to buy french fries. - It applies to everyone.
Give me the phone.
Thanks.
Wait a minute.
You can buy something for everyone, if you're still going out.
I thought you were broke.
"Enter a PIN code which is 4 to... "
"Wrong code"
It's not enough.
I have a better deal for you than a silly gang penalty.
Avram puts you on the restaurant's board.
You get cash every month for as long as you want.
We would be honoured to have such a respected man as you with us.
We're indebted to Frank for this deal. It satisfies everyone.
Everyone is satisfied.
Except me.
You know damn well that I shouldn't give you a fucking dime.
You get 15% of the restaurant's profits.
Your little brother agreed when I left.
You know that all decisions go through me...
...regardless of who was or is temporary president.
If that's what you want...
Money, Frank.
That's what matters. You know that.
I don't know what it is, but...
...he was always messing with me. Doesn't matter what I do.
Always the same attitude. Something is damn fishy here.
You wouldn't let him go, that's all.
I made a decision that felt right then.
You gave me the authority to do it, so I did it.
So what's the problem? He acts like a fucking five year old.
- Don't complain, it was your decision. - But you're the boss.
You can do something. Talk to him. You know I can be useful.
You know what I've done for you, for the gang.
I'm just saying how it is.
Do you think... he's going to do it?
I don't know. We can still blow it all.
Hello, Simon.
Well.
- Where the hell is that chick? - Busy.
We're working all night. They're picking up the money at six o'clock in the morning.
How many are you? - Six.
Enter all the first and last names in this book.
Plus the crook who gets money, if you know who he is.
- Any weapons in the room? - Not that I know.
There's another guy... Bergman. Can you go easy on him?
- What does he look like? - Blond, pimply, my age.
I promised to keep you out of it. I'll see what I can do. Okay?
- Stay in the car. - Where are you going?
Stay in the car, I said. I'll be back soon.
I have the information. I'll take the cash now.
The money in exchange for the arrest.
How can there be an arrest unless you get a name?
- I've already explained the conditions. - Don't mess with me, I want the money now!
No!
Hell.
Hey, wait.
Seth, what the hell... Hey.
So what are we going to do now?
You're not going to touch me again, if that was what you were hoping for.
Half now and half after the arrest.
Heikki Nieminen. Heard of him?
- That sounds familiar. - He was around eight, nine years ago.
- Haven't seen him lately. Sadist. - He hung out with the Finn punks, huh?
I hate cop slang, your sneakers and jean jackets. Have you no imagination?
- So what are we called? Rydell's Mafia? - Seth's Social Club.
How many are they? - Four. I haven't seen them before.
You little whore! My brother. Play along.
You fucking little bitch! I'll tear you apart!
Don't ever scratch my fucking face! Got it?!
- Need help? - I told you to wait in the car.
- I'll fuck who the hell I want! - Who the hell is she?
All right. This is Heikki Nieminen.
The guy behind the ATM robberies in town.
The photo is very old. Probably why no one thought of him.
- He left the country several years ago. - A real mother's dream.
He seems to be on a temporary visit.
He was just released from... Kylmäkoski prison.
He served four years for armed robbery.
If anyone wants the transcript, I have it.
- No connection to the Estonian mafia? - No, he's pure Finn.
This is Ricky Morén, leader of the Backaplan robbery.
Morén is best known through his father, currently serving time in Hall prison.
These are the guys who are cleaning the money in Kungälv.
The kingpin is Bosse Johansson who owns a graffiti removal company.
At 6 a. m. tomorrow Morén and his gang will pick up the money.
We're just there to document it.
But we'll monitor the premises, comings and goings.
Then we'll follow the robbers to Heikki Nieminen, and grab them all.
When do we seize the money cleaning operation?
We'll get Nieminen, then SWAT will take the others.
Why does SWAT get all the fun?
- I have cancer. - What?
I have prostate cancer.
Is it... Are you going to die?
I realize it comes as a surprise that even GSI inspectors die.
And if it is 30 days or 30 years, no one knows.
I'll swallow some crap for six months to reduce the testosterone level.
Then it's radiation or chemotherapy or surgery. I haven't decided
But, I'm not dead yet.
What, no jokes about testosterone levels?
So, shall we go over the operation?
The laundry room has three entrances.
Patrick, Sophie and I will be in two garbage trucks.
We're the closest and must be able to blend in with the surroundings. Matte?
I'll go out in advance, and set up cameras.
The time 5:05. We continue now with morning music for breakfast.
- Haven't we been unlucky lately? - What do you mean?
You're always talking about your vibes.
I have bad vibes, really fucking bad vibes now.
Forget about vibes and make me some breakfast. Or are you eating alone?
Do you want two, three? - Two, please.
Juice, coffee?
- Damn, Patrick, this is so... - Why didn't you say something?
You've been here longer than me. He wanted us to say something.
- I don't think so. - You're wrong.
Sophie! How are you?
- How am I? Are you kidding? - It could go well, they don't know.
All right. Then we'll assume it will.
- Your share. - 500,000?
Good.
- Nice work. See you! - Let's go.
- One call left. - Then we'll put the lid on it for a while.
Hey.
13 in position.
- So... What will you do with your share? I don't know, I'll see.
Something wrong?
Ah, it's Bosse.
11 in position.
Are you done now?
01 and 10 in position.
12 in position. The Eagle has landed... and flying.
Matte is here as well, if anyone was wondering.
Cosy with the whole family. We should do this more often.
Here comes little Ricky in his nice car.
12 all done.
We have done several sorts. These are unstained notes.
These are a little discoloured... and I mean a little.
I doubt you'll see it.
These have a lot of damage. Too long in the water.
- Did you take out your share? It's here... 350,000.
I took extra for the rush job. Count it, if you want.
Which stack is it from?
In percentage terms, the same amount from each. Check it if you want.
It looks good.
Black Mercedes coming in. Plate number: KAA something.
That's KAA 055.
- Anything on the Mercedes? - Reported stolen 45 minutes ago.
We're ready now.
Well, okay then. Thanks a bunch. You did a great job.
- Take it easy. - Yes, for sure.
What the hell is going on? Run! What are they doing?
Shots fired in Rollsbo, Kungälv. Traktorgatan 8. At least one down.
Now, motherfuckers!
The money! Or you die!
civilians present. civilians in the area.
Over here!
Out! Get behind the car!
He's there! There!
- Are you okay? - Yeah, I'm okay.
Stay there! Stay there!
I'm here! I'm here!
- What are you doing? - Stay there.
Shit! Wait here!
- Police! Get down! - We haven't done anything.
Damn, this is hopeless.
There are more people in the room!
Niklas, get the bastard at the door.
Police! Stay down!
Vidar, get the other bastard. Sophie, secure the outside. Johan position?
Johan position?
Simon, stop! Simon. It's okay.
Look at me.
Let's do this...
Lower the gun, Simon. Lower...
You little shit! Drop the gun!
Niklas, I need you in the garage. North entrance. Johan is shot.
Officer down. Ambulance to...
Hell, Niklas! Hurry up!
- Come on. - Okay. Here, give me that.
Put it there. Give me your hand. Hold this.
Hold tight! - Johan, listen to me. Breathe slowly. Easy! Breathe slowly.
Vidar, remove your hand on three. One, two - move! Good!
- There. What the hell...
Breathe slowly. Check his pulse. Breathe slowly. Listen to my voice.
Listen to my voice. Breathe slowly. Slow, slow, slow. Good.
Johan? Johan!
We had a snitch: Martin Borhult. That problem was solved long ago.
It continued even after that.
Say what you mean, please, Felix.
When you have a problem you ask: "Who's not here?"
Who's not here now?
Hey.
- Take care of him. - It'll be okay.
- Stay the fuck out of my business. - Fuck you, you Finnish troll.
I want my money. It's not your money.
Get it now!
Do you hear me? Get my money now!
Damn!
Shall I cut off your little brother's fingers? Will you get it then, Swedish bastards?
What do you say? Which do you want? Look, look...
- Sit still, Felix. - What do you want? Look.
I'm getting damn tired of this. Give me the money.
- Four fingers. Last chance. - He's just bluffing. Sit still.
- Then I'll take them all. - Sit still. He's talking shit.
Which shall we take first?
What's happened?
Put it down now, damn it!
Heikki's with Seth.
Get it now. Do you hear me? - Niklas, take over.
- The money. - Come on then, come on.
You're going to keep your fucking mouth closed?
Let's see what happens when I slice his other hand.
This is going completely overboard. Come on now.
You...
For the last time...
Get the money.
Little Swede, little Swede!
Come out like a man.
- Damn! - He's wearing a vest, aim for his head!
Give me the money, and I'll disappear.
Okay, we'll share it then.
Goodbye.
Motherfucker! Shoot then!
- No. - Help.
I'm with you now.
- Help me. I'm gonna help you.
Take it easy, you can have the money. We don't care about it. Enough!
- Too late. - Drop...
- Help me. - Hell...
Yes, I'll help you.
- Help me. - I'm gonna help you.
Hang in there. Felix.
- Lie still, Felix. - It'll be fine.
She was in the garage... - No, not in the garage.
She's a cop. - Lie still now.
- Stay. She was in the garage!
- She's a cop! - Call an ambulance.
An ambulance to Tallvägen 5. Shots fired, officers at the scene.
Clean it with this.
Pull up his shirt. I need to see the entry wounds.
Clean it well now. Where's the next wound?
Stop it.
Damn packages!
- Help him now, huh? I'm helping him, Seth.
- Help him. He's my little brother. - We're trying to fix him.
He didn't do a damn thing. He was making breakfast for me.
I need to climb over him. He's bleeding here too.
Two exit wounds: one there, one there. In with the towel now.
In with the towel.
Several hundred thousand, unstained notes.
You've reached Seth. Leave a message.
It's Frank. I have the money for you You get 100 grand, and no more.
Although you should take it from your brother, who has fucked everything up.
You babble that we are brothers and we take care of each other.
Will you do that now? Or is it just money?
Falk has nine lives. The shot went right through his neck muscles.
He was bleeding like a stuck pig, but no permanent injury.
What's he doing here? He should be at home with whiskey and DVDs.
They're ready with Simon now.
Today we damn lucky.
We were that close to Simon and his buddies getting killed. Was it worth it?
But, uh...
I've decided.
I'm not going to play anymore.
What will you do now?
RESIGNATION
I called your Mamma. She was worried about you.
I told her what you've done for us.
- What will happen to me now? - Nothing.
You've given your statement. That's all.
The same goes for your buddy, Bergman.
But I... I shot you.
I didn't see who shot. It was dark.
And I blame myself. We promised to protect you, but we failed.
So this is what we've done... The money you get for helping us...
...we put into your liability account. An anonymous donation.
- What kind of liability? - for Social Services.
The insurance fraud your parents pulled when you were born.
So now it's completely cancelled.
This means in the future you can get a loan, buy a house... things like that.
Yes, if you behave, that is.
- You'll never see me here again. - Are you sure?
Good.
Should we put in some onions? Yes, we'll take apples.
What else do we want? Of course, let's have bananas.
It's going to be super.
I now pronounce you husband and wife.
- Congratulations. - Congratulations, Pappa.
- You are so beautiful. - Congratulations, Mamma.
What is it?
Pappa, what is it?
- What? - No...
It's probably nothing.
Go, go, go!
Mamma, I told you we were keeping it small, just ourselves.
Patrick and I thought that on a day like this...
After everything you've been through lately.
And this is quite small.
But well done, Johan. I didn't think you'd do it.
It looks good.
Johan? Here. Mixed with care.
No, no, no. - Your favourite drink.
- How about a little hug? Congrats. - Thank you.
- Have you met Jim? - No.
- Hello. I've heard about you. - Yes, likewise.
- He's always talking about you. - Constantly.
How did I manage to miss that? - So many secrets to uncover.
Or am I simply a fucking bad cop.
Well, maybe so.
Now for you, Johan. We offer a song.
Thank you.
I've already apologized to Vidar. You were both right from the start.
We crossed the line with Simon. I should have stopped it.
Listen...
That thing with your illness...
Is it...
You can say "cancer".
I don't know. Neither do the doctors.
It would be nice to hang on until the kids graduate from high school.
I can't think of anything more important.
I've also been thinking about quitting, but...
Can you see me sitting around with port wine and sudoku?
Yes.
I may have to change jobs.
I don't know how long I can chase thugs. The stairs are getting steep.
You're needed more than ever.
I'll sit on your resignation. In case you change your mind.
Then it will be less paperwork for me.
You could have been killed. Why didn't you shoot?
Because we make fools of ourselves, should it cost someone else's life?
No.
Frank.
Frank, wake up.
There's someone at the door.
- What? - There's someone at the door.
Do you hear that?
This will be good. Right?
Mm.