All for One
- What's going on here? - Hi, Line.
- I just came to get a speed detector. - That's not a speed detector.
You're right! Didn't I ask for a speed detector?
- This says: 'Camera with... '. - I asked for a speed detector.
I don't recall assigning you to surveillance detail.
- One speed detector. - Thank you.
Martin.
Yes.
Your bicycle helmet.
Ready, boys?
- It's this year's colour. - Oh, so that's this year's colour.
Have you operated an automatic before?
- Yes, and autopilot. - Oh, you mean cruise control.
Please don't tell me what I have and have not tried.
...and I want meatloaf for dinner!
What does'D' stand for?
- Forward. - Wouldn't 'F' be more appropriate?
- Well, it's an abbreviation for... - Hey!
Does the A8 come with Alcantara? I'm sick of leather.
- Could you wait one moment, please? - Sure, but we don't want to.
- We want service. Now. - I'll have to take care of this client.
- Then go find another salesman. - My colleague is on his lunch break.
Hm, you guys look like an eating break would do you good.
- Take it out for a spin. Drive safely. - Thank you.
- What can I do for you? - Well, we're not here to get pastries.
- What kind of a hurry is this one in? - Don't blow it, Ralf.
- Are you okay? - You said the brake was to the right!
- No, to the left. - Your left or mine?
No wonder this happens, when you reverse everything!
- This ends in a lawsuit. - Of course.
- I want an ambulance now! - Yes, an ambulance...
- And ice! - Right, ice.
He had this picture and that picture from behind the house.
You are on my property.
My bag... It's crocodile. Nitwit!
Now, I've called your boss.
I have to warn you personally.
If you keep stalking me, I may have to make you disappear.
Delete the pictures.
- My apologies, Mr. Niemeyer. - I need to protect my privacy.
This won't happen again.
If you kiss any more ass, he'll catch a cold.
I was wondering if there was a possibility for me to be invited -
- to one of those parties you and your wife have occasionally?
You have to be invited to be invited.
- It's private. - Of course.
I'll see what I can do.
- Hello, darling. - Who was that?
Nothing. Just business.
- We have one thing in common. - Yeah, we both pee standing up.
Once we have an idea, we stick with it.
You know that Niemeyer traffics drugs.
No! I don't know that. And neither do you. You have no proof.
And that's what police work is all about.
Martin, this is a little bit out of your league.
- Shall we go shake him up a bit? - No, just go get him.
- Yes, we'll shake him up out here. - Get going.
- Six sixes? I only have one dice! - You could've taken an extra one.
Then I'd be cheating myself! It's about getting rid of them.
So now it's about getting rid of them?!
Yes! Get rid of! Like with genital warts.
It's about getting rid of them fast, or lie while you have them.
- You keep changing the damn rules! - No, I don't. Those are the rules!
Listen up. When we sell the cars, you get your share, and we're done.
- What do you mean 'too risky'? - He means it's not the opposite, duh!
- The opposite of what? - Of what he said.
- You're allowed to think for yourself! - Nikolai Hviid?
- Who wants to know? - Toke Trangbaek, crime unit.
Damn, that's an ugly photo.
- Let's have a chat outside. - Sorry, buddy. No time.
We're self-employed, so we're never off work.
I know. I checked with the tax office, and your company makes no profit.
So, how can you afford a boat?
- It's in our dad's name. - The drunk?
- Where did he get the money? - Bottle deposits, perhaps.
- My boss wants you, Nikolai. - Doesn't he want to talk to us?
No, she doesn't.
- She wants a coherent conversation. - Okay, we'll just play genital warts.
You were on private property without a warrant. Stay clear of Niemeyer!
Line Birk, crime unit. Where were you yesterday afternoon?
- I was in there with Ralf and Timo. - You've been drinking for two days?
Is he supposed to be undercover?
I'll ask the questions. A car theft was committed with your MO.
You know what? In that shop you can buy an ashtray -
- much like one I pooped out in kindergarten. What's your point?
You guys don't have the capacity for innovation.
- I haven't been convicted in 5 years. - Well, then of course you're innocent.
- Just like Ben Johnson was, right? - What does he have to do with it?
Well, if you can't outrun the charges either, your ass will be nailed as well.
- Do you two know each other? - No. Is this an interrogation?
I know you did it. Don't leave town. Do you hear me?
Fine!
- Yatzy! - We're playing Mia, for God's sake.
- You hit a pair of sixes. - I'll hit you. This is Mini Yatzy.
- They know we did it. - It's your damn fault, Ralf.
You needed the money. Keep it in your pants, if you can't afford a kid.
It's not my fault Lonnie wants a pram!
- Then buy second-hand. - Lonnie doesn't do second-hand.
- She is second-hand. - What?
- Shut up! - Yes!
- Let's see if we get off the hook. - Who did you talk to?
- Line something. - Career women!
Remember Tanya? All of a sudden she wanted to be a cleaning assistant.
- And then Ralf wasn't good enough. - You know who was out there, too?
Martin.
Martin Martin?
This is the third reminder from Vangsoe & Hillingsoe.
- We have to pay this one. - I know.
You have to understand. I cannot do this without your expertise.
- What are you talking about? - It's a big shipment.
- Big. - But... it's too risky.
- Am I interrupting? - No, darling.
For the expo, should we hire this dance company or this?
- Interesting, that one. - You think so?
But this group was part of the New York Modern Dance Company.
- Then get them. - Okay. Thank you.
- Think about it. - I won't be a part of...
Did I ever show you my private collection downstairs?
My toys. My private hell.
You'd like it.
Nikolai?
- You didn't bring your police chick? - Line? No.
- So, what do you want? - I just wanna say hi.
Hi, great to see you. Get home safely.
- How's your mom? - She has a new hip.
- And you? - I still have my old hip.
- I'd like to make a deal with you. - A deal?
The car theft case isn't mine. I'm on a different case.
What case is that?
- It's somewhat special. - Special? Hand me that, will you?
It's a case Line won't take on.
Okay. That sounds fishy.
Yeah. Perhaps we could help each other out.
I just need to know how deep in shit you guys are.
- That Line woman thinks... - Shut up. Did you do it, or not?
- What if we did? - Does she have anything on you?
I don't think so. I only worry about the DNA thing.
- But they might not find anything. - It doesn't take much.
- Blood, a hair, semen. - We didn't screw the cars, did we...
So, what's in it for us?
If Line nails you, it will benefit you at the trial that you helped me.
How's Helle? Are you guys doing alright?
- Yes. - I didn't get my wedding invitation.
It must have gotten lost in the mail. I would've loved to be there.
Don't worry about it. We had enough dishwashers.
So, did Helle give you a cute little pet name?
- A cute pet name? - What does Helle call you?
- I don't have a pet name. - Right! What does she call you?
Yummybear, okay?
Come again?
- Yummybear. - Yummybear? Why?
Because I'm a bear, and I'm yummy.
Ah, I see. She used to call me Magicwand.
- Different strokes for different folks. - Look at this brand new bike!
- Martin? - Did I forget to lock it?
No.
Uhm... I'll just put it here.
It's odd, don't you think? Usually there's blood or spit on the air bag.
- Line? - Yes.
- Get it to the lab at once. - That would be ASAP.
- I think he got it. - Yeah, I think so, too.
- Hi. - Hi. Chic.
Oh...
- What happened to your eye? - I walked into a door.
So, it's official. You're dumber than a door.
- Are you taking her to your place? - No, I haven't really settled in yet.
- You moved in three months ago. - Well, work... You know.
- More important than anything, right? - I'm sorry it turned out this way.
- Not as sorry as Rebecca. - I wanted to go to the swim contest...
She stopped swimming 2 years ago. She rides now.
Oh.
But on sea horses, right?
- Come on, Dad. - I know. Not funny. Bye.
And don't stop for ice cream. She needs her appetite for dinner.
- Are we going to your place? - No, not today.
- Is it because you have a girlfriend? - No, of course not.
- Mom talks about you all the time. - She does?
Sometimes even nice things.
But she also says you're a clown.
We found DNA in the wrecked car.
It'll be quite easy to determine if either of you were in that car.
Can I smoke?
- Yes. - Super, I'll go get some smokes.
Sit down.
You can't pull a fast one on me.
Line is the fastest one around. She's Mensa.
- She's what? - Mensa.
Oh, so that's why she's cranky.
Would you mind?
- Like I said, cars were stolen... - Right, listen...
- Do you have surveillance footage? - Funny you should mention it.
That's exactly what we don't have. One would think you were there.
And one would think you knew what wonders make-up can do -
- but that doesn't seem to be the case either.
Timo, you're going to be a dad?
Most women find a new partner while their husband's in jail.
It must be tough to get out and hear your son call someone else dad.
But of course, you might get yourself a new partner, too... in jail.
Nikolai stays here. Timo and Ralf go with Toke.
Cool, I've never had a threesome.
- At least not without your mom. - She's your mom, too, damn it!
Hey... Is that one a cop, too?
- No, Martin called me because... - She's Norwegian.
- What? - Oh, nothing'a at'a all'a
Sofie works for an auction house that sells art.
- We don't need any art, thank you. - We'll paint our own chantarelle.
- Aquarelle. The other is a mushroom. - And you're a nut.
Hey!
- It's been a while, huh? - Well we tried to reach you.
We called 911.
Your sweetheart answered. He sounded cute.
So you got Lonnie pregnant? Did she fall asleep on the pool table?
That's right! The scoreboard's there for a reason.
How do you play pool if you don't have any balls?
Why don't you scoot on home and paint some corals.
Corals are the ones that live in the sea.
No, that's mackerels, sweetie. Mackerels.
Ralf!
I assume Nikolai has briefed you?
These are two separate cases, so we need to keep everything undercover.
Ooh. 'Undercover'. No medals yet?
- May we shake your hand? - Not!
Shut up, damn it!
From here on out everything's covert.
We don't call each other's cells. Understood?
And you'll have to play along and act convincingly towards Line.
She cannot find out what we're up to.
Sofie works in the auction house where art collector -
- Alexander Niemeyer conducts his criminal activities.
He's part of the jet set -
- but he has a covert business of trafficking drugs.
We've been monitoring the cash flow on his art transactions.
Sofie.
Niemeyer handles a disproportionate number of trades in his gallery.
And the lay-over time for each piece is very short.
Yes. This is he.
It's very simple.
He buys art retail and immediately resells it through an auction house -
- to a fictitious foreign collector at too high a price -
- which is paid with his own drug money.
When the auction fee is paid, the money is white as snow.
He has monthly showings, which has rendered him untouchable.
He usually keeps a low profile, but another shipment is on its way.
Niemeyer hates losing money.
So he makes small deliveries, one bag at a time.
We know how he does it and how he launders the money.
We just can't link it to him. And this is where you come in.
- Where did you get your information? - That's none of your business.
- Oh, but I assure you it is. - Really?
Alright, so how did you get genital warts in 8th grade?
Yeah, how did you get them?
- I just did. - Exactly.
- We'd like to know that. - It's none of our business.
Let's just agree he has that info. Go on, Martin.
- You will steal those pills. - I'm not stealing any pills.
Do you have a better idea?
Or shall we go to the police and check up on that DNA lead of theirs?
I hope everyone gets the gravity of this.
If anyone finds out, you're on your own.
We get it, Mr. Over-undercover captain Martin.
Over-under? That just makes him a cover captain.
Shut up!
Over and under cancel each other out.
- That makes him a cover captain. - Shut up...
- But... - Shut up!
- Is this your bicycle helmet? - Nope.
- Well, it sure ain't mine. - Most of the stuff in there isn't.
Timo!
Come on, man! You're such a pain in the ass.
- Crap! - No worries. I'll fix it.
- What's wrong? - Go on. I'll take care of it.
- Sofie, will you be okay? - Get lost, alright.
Sure.
So what's the story with you and Martin?
I'm just helping him out.
Helping him out? Doesn't that sound cosy.
My baby brother got mixed up in something.
Martin did a lot for him.
Martin, the grand hero.
So how did you get involved in all that art stuff?
- What? - Nothing.
I'm serious. How did you get into all that art stuff?
I've always loved art.
Paintings in particular. They say so much about emotions and moods.
Like Kroyer. You know Kroyer, right?
Oh, the guy with the hot dog stand on the square?
I'm messing with you. Of course I know Kroyer.
And his painting of his lost love, Marie.
Who did he lose her to?
Hugo Alfvén.
How would you grade me? Would you give me a B... or a B+?
B for not saying he was a Swedish composer she met in Italy.
Sicily. She met Hugo Alfvén in Sicily.
Get your facts straight when you show off.
- How did you end up a petty crook? - A petty crook?
I'm not the one with no lamps on my bike.
Good morning.
The salesman gave me descriptions of the two cab drivers.
- I tried locating them through... - No, forget about them.
There's something not right about them. The lady is the key.
- The lady? - The elderly lady.
- Okay. - And the forensic evidence?
Yes.
- Did you check up on it? - Yes.
- Well. What did they say? - Nothing... nothing yet.
Nothing yet...
But I've located Ralf and Timo's father.
- There. - I'm glad you have time for a chat.
I just managed to squeeze you in before my golf tournament.
- We'd like to talk about... - Talk? Oh-oh.
I think my vocal chords were struck by a load of saw dust.
Would you like a beer?
I never drink between 12:30 and half past twelve, but since you insist.
- Arno, I've been doing some thinking. - Congratulations!
I'd like to know where your boys -
- Timo and Ralf, were last Tuesday.
Sure.
They played cards with me all day.
That's funny, 'cause they say they didn't.
Then who the heck were those guys? They bled me dry.
Ah, well...
Do you know what your boys are up to?
Listen... I pee my pants on a regular basis.
How am I supposed to control my boys when I can't even control my water.
Speaking of water, how did you get the boat?
If you think you can buy me with a couple of beers...
- We're asking nicely... - No, you you're not.
You treat me like a whore who'll do anything for a lousy beer.
- I'm sorry. - That's okay.
Are there any more?
- That's not correct! - Yes, it is.
It's called A4. One, two, three, four.
Let's agree that Timo's right and leave it at that.
The day after tomorrow a container arrives.
It's carrying boxes of radios and in one of those there's a bag of pills.
I have the number of the container and the box serial number...
Excuse me.
Do you mind?
You take the train to Hamburg where you're signed up for an excursion -
- which takes you here on a tour of the harbour. Once here, you...
Okay, I have a stupid question.
Wouldn't it be easier to just go there and walk right in?
- Oh, my! How stupid of me! - It's fenced in.
It's surveilled and guarded as a terror precaution.
What? Do they worry someone will blow up the water?
They worry about the containers being blown up.
- Why would anyone do that? - They're obvious terror targets!
What else would they blow up? The Little Mermaid? Great terror act!
- Tits and scales all over the place. - Could we stay on topic?
Once you reach the area, you find the container, get the radios -
- take them and leave on the bus. No one sees a thing. Nice and easy.
I have a question.
May I eat now? Thank you.
What? Many small meals are healthier than one big one.
You know what to do?
Go to Germany to come back. Go back to Germany to come back again.
Leave your cell phones. We'll set you up with an alibi. Thank you.
I'm ashamed of my German heritage when I read about Germany.
Yeah, Germany never won the World Championship in soccer as one nation.
- No! Granny's uncle was a Nazi. - Sure, but a nice Nazi.
- A nice Nazi? - Like in The Danish People's Party.
There are hawks and doves.
He was a Nazi dove. He wanted to be soft on Jews.
- But Mom said he shot several. - Sure, but he shot them softly.
- How do you shoot someone softly? - With an air gun!
- The Nazis didn't use air guns. - Yes, they did.
There was a whole unit that used nothing but air guns.
A whole unit?
Yes, the air force!
Give Sofie your cell phones. She'll take them to Sweden. Yours, too.
- Don't you trust me? - Sure, but I trust her more.
- Then I'm coming, too. - Excuse me?
- I'm going with you to Sweden. - That's totally out of the question.
Damn, this place is awesome!
We're gonna have a great time.
This is the most ridiculous disguise you've ever come up with.
You try googling Germans! Complaining is easy, huh?
Listen up, everyone.
Welcome to the harbour.
We'll have a quick sausage and then do the tour. Please.
- Mmm, a sausage for the road. - This feels stressful.
I am very stressed right now.
Yes... right.
Yeah.
Okay, well I didn't really wanna talk about anything so...
I need to make a few more calls.
Take care.
What was that about?
- What? - By the sink.
- I rinsed the cucumber. - No, the bit about the faucet.
- I just turned it off. - Yeah, three times in a row.
I have a touch of OCD. It's silly.
- Okay? - Okay.
- Do you know about OCD? - No, I've only tried hashish.
Okay, I saw a special about it. Does it help to turn off the faucet three times?
It's because...
I have this idea that the last water coming through contains bacteria.
But... the last water will always be in the faucet.
When it's inside the faucet it's sort of a bar.
I can break it three times, and then the water is clean.
Man, you sure are ripe for the loony bin.
Do you do the same when you pee?
Aren't the sausages delicious? I was right, wasn't I?
Wouldn't you like a Danish sausage?
Steff Houlberg?
Very Danish. Very famous. He littered 'Jeppe of the Hill. '
- Littered? - Yes, he was a man of letters.
Listen, everyone.
Each day 2-4 ships dock here.
That's over 700 containers. 700 containers!
That's one hell of a trailer park!
Follow me.
We're going to customs now. Bring your sausages.
More than 100 people work here every day...
- 'Sieben hundert'. - That's 700.
- No, 1,700. - 'Sieben' is seven.
Come on. This is the number of the container.
- Let's find it and get out. - Piece of cake. We know it's red.
That's the one. It's the goddamn container!
Yeah.
- What? - Nothing.
Get those boxes down.
It's farther in. Get up there!
- Anything? - No, just white goods.
Get deeper in there. Come on. Go.
Ralf? Ralf?
- I think I bloody found them. - Awesome!
File these.
And I mean now. This is strictly on a need-to-know basis.
Classified information.
Toke? Are you good at English?
- Uhm, yes. - Take a look at this.
Hold your...
- Hold your fingers like this. - Like this?
- What is this? - You're good at English, right?
Okay, look. I'll draw something...
- Can you see what this is? - It's a chicken.
- What is this in English? - Head.
- And this? - Tail.
- And? - Wing.
You are good.
I'll point to various items, and you say them out loud. It'll be fast-paced.
Sure.
Head, tail, wing -
- head, wing, tail -
- tail, wing, tail, wing, wing -
- wing, wing, wing -
- wing, wing, wing, wing...
Yes, hello? Hello? The stupidest person around?
Hang on. Toke, it's for you.
Piece of cake, man! It's like fucking a bald guy.
- Like fucking a bald guy. - Like cutting a bald guy.
- It means that something's hard. - No, it means something's easy.
Fucking a bald guy is easy, 'cause he knows he ain't getting any.
- Fuck. - What are we gonna do?
- How the hell should I know. - Let's cry for help.
Yes, but quietly, so we don't get caught.
I need to pee.
- Find a loo in here, then. - You sound like an idiot.
And you look like an idiot.
- Turn it back on. - No way.
Then you look like an idiot, too.
- I won't turn this on before you do. - Too bad.
Yes, too bad indeed. Then we can't eat.
- You brought food? - Yes.
Spam.
If you have spam, you have all you need.
It's lean. The best part of the sperm whale.
It's not sperm whale. It's pig.
- Spam is short for sperm whale! - I'm telling you it's pig.
It's the ass they've scraped off the pig.
- No way! - Way! You're eating canned ass.
- It's still lean. - It's still ass!
Okay, then I like lean ass.
- What's happening? - They're moving the container.
- Whereto? - How the hell should I know?
- Mallorca? - Shit.
I don't get along with Italians.
- Have you been to McDonald's? - No.
Well, junk food is better than your cooking. Hi, sweetie.
- Get in there. - Hey...!
- What a touching farewell. - She's just happy.
- I miss you. Let me come home. - I've made my decision.
- But you haven't signed the papers. - Don't.
- Who the hell are you? - Yes. Who the hell are we?
- We're here to inspect this place. - Why are you dressed like that?
We're having a German theme: 'Ordnung muss sein'.
Exactly. And the temperature was 'sehr gut'!
- Non-food doesn't require that. - That can change! Shape up!
NO! Zipzelip. 'Wir seehen uns'.
- So, about race walking... - Please, shut up.
I've been listening to you forever!
- Where were you? - At the mall.
For two days?
Yeah! It was 'Make Your Own Bead Plate' weekend!
- I found it! - Me, too.
What the hell is going on?
- He said there was only one bag. - Get it out of the way.
- Where are you going? - Just get it out of the way!
- Nikolai? - Hi.
What are you doing here?
- You look good. - Okay.
- Are you still pining after me? - Hey, you're not that hot.
- Selling radios now? - Yes, do you want one?
- Where did you get it? - I won it.
- In what contest? - The one on the milk cartons.
- You have milk allergy, Nikolai. - Yes, but not carton allergy.
- Is Martin in? - He doesn't live here anymore.
- What? - Martin doesn't live her anymore.
- Are you divorced? - Separated.
- Can't you just call him? - I don't have his number.
- I raise you two. - I call your two. Over and out.
- One jack. - Damn. Bummer!
- Martin Lorentzen. - Nikolai.
- How did you get my number? - Never mind that.
I said "no cell phones".
Now I never! A real human being! Finally. What can I do for you?
- Do we track Nikolai Hviid's phone? - Nikolai, Schmikolai... yes, we do.
May I have the transcript?
Sure. I push this button, and the magic happens over there.
Great, thanks.
Hang on. Toke ordered this.
- He needs to sign for it. - I'll do it.
Don't worry about it. I'm in that chair all day.
Give me a couple of minutes. Toke! Toke!
When I say no cell phones, I damn well mean it.
How many bags did you say there would be?
You call this a small delivery? It's worth at least 2 million.
- What the hell is this? - It's a problem.
Give me a second. Helle, I'll be right there...
You have something of mine.
Do you believe I'm so stupid as not to put tracking devices on my shipment?
I don't know what you're talking about.
I think you do, 'cause your wife sure doesn't.
You will receive a text message with an address.
You come alone and return what belongs to me.
If you don't, I'll kiss your wife goodbye for you.
He's got Helle. He wants the pills back.
He's got Helle? But I just...
- You what? - I just saw Helle.
Don't tell me you gave her one of the damn radios!
- Okay. I'm out. - Yes.
We're taking the pills to the police.
- What? - We're going to the police.
It's getting out of hand! It started out as a car job.
- And now it's drugs? - And a Dutch fella.
- All I wanted was a pram! - Then why steal cars and not prams?
We're calling the police! I'm the oldest.
Maybe you are, but there's a reason we were in the same class in school.
The police'll just say yoo smuggled in the pills!
I'm returning them. I have no choice.
And if Helle isn't there? You'll be standing there like a fool.
We're in this together!
- Who the hell let in Robin Hood? - This is all for one.
- Where are you going? - To get my daughter.
- The police. - Hide the stash.
Get rid of it!
Hi, boys. Do you have time for a chat?
- This is a bad time. - Yes, it's bad. Time-wise.
Every time I come around, it's a bad time for you.
Yes, but we're heading out the door. We're off to...
- Pilates class. - Pilates?
- Yes. - And no! We're not the nude models.
- We're the ones who paint the nudes. - Pilates is exercise, you moron.
- Yes, you paint naked ladies. - That's body paint.
Can we pause this intellectual debate? I need you to come downtown.
Great idea.
- It's not painting, for God's sake. - But I saw a show about it.
Oh, this is the wrong...
- I'll go get... - Listen, the woman...
- Line. - Did she tell you to film this?
- It's standard procedure. - But what do you get to decide?
I decide that you get to shut your mouth and answer my questions.
- That woman... - Line.
- Does she remind you of your mom? - What do you mean?
You just seem like the type who might have a mother fixation.
- A what? - A mother fixation.
- Is that like a granny knot? - No.
- You've been hard to reach. - We've been in Sweden.
Toke is screwing with their minds in there right now, you know.
Shut up. You, too!
Your problem is that you have nothing on us.
But I will, once the forensic results are in.
So, do yourself a favour and confess.
If you want your car resprayed where do you go?
He lost the key.
"Fuck off" is that one word or two?
I'll go get the right file. Get your stories straight in the meantime.
- That was time well spent. - See you when the DNA test is done.
You're in the future, we're in the present.
In school I never knew the difference between past tense and pastime.
- Oh, like the grammatical Genitive? - Ha! I'll kick you in your genitives.
Let's see what you got.
I'll fast forward. Nothing happened in the beginning.
Stop! I want to see that.
Interrogating Mr. Ass.
Mr. Ass, you're a stupid thief who always steals.
- I never stole anything. - Then why do you have my pen?
I'm sorry! I couldn't help myself.
"Come alone, or the bitch is dead!"
It's a simple exchange, but just so that he's not screwing us over -
- we must make sure Helle's even at the address.
So we need a diversion.
Sofie cuts the power supply -
- giving Ralf an excuse to distract Niemeyer's people.
- Hello. Hiccups in the power supply? - Yes.
- That was fast. - That's what she said last night, too.
While Ralf keeps them occupied, Timo tries to locate Helle.
He lets me know, I return the pills, and we get Helle back.
That was a good call. It's bad. Hello.
Yep...
- Been using lots of appliances? - No.
No, you do look like someone whose stuff runs on batteries.
And you didn't spill fluids behind the stove?
Sometimes the socket gets moist. She said that last night, too.
Moisture in the socket. Like if she had water in her... you know?
- She's here. Helle's here. - Okay. I'm driving up now.
So, you two live here together?
Oh, you're gay. I mean, I'm fine with that.
It just took me by surprise. Gays are usually hot.
- I'm ready. - One sec.
Company? Will you be playing choo-choo train?
I'm getting out before he's getting in. If you get my drift. Choo-choo.
Shouldn't he have used the rear entrance?
Hi.
I'll go get some tools from my car and be right back.
Timo?
Get Helle out of there now!
Is he dense, or what?
- But the plan was... - The electrician is here. Get her out!
- Yes? - You called for an electrician?
What's going on?
Yeah, my words exactly. What's going on?
- Who are you? - I'm from Eigil & Son.
Okay...
- And you're Eigil? - No, that's my father.
Exactly. I spoke to him yesterday.
I told him that the two of you need to keep your paws off our clients.
My father has been dead for 8 years.
And you're gonna stick by that story?
- Who are you? - Yes, who am I? Who are we?
- We're a conjunction of electricity. - Conjunction of electricity?
Yes, you might know us as ... Elsa A/S.
Helle!
- The forensic report has arrived. - What? Let me see!
It's from a horse.
- A horse? - Yes.
- How can that be? - Some wigs are made from horse hair.
We can put out an APB on My Little Pony.
Luckily, I found the lady who saw the heist go down.
You did? What did she say?
What do you mean? I haven't questioned her yet.
- Toke, get to it! - Yes.
- And the forensic report? - Frame it...
...and shove it up your ass.
- Isn't Ralf with you? - No, I don't know where he is.
Shut up! It's Niemeyer.
Hello?
We have an unfortunate situation. I thought you were smart.
Your friend here is dying to talk to you, but...
- I don't think he can. - Wait a minute!
Believe me, we're taking really good care of him.
Well, then you won't get your pills.
I think I will. Otherwise your family and you will pay.
- And your little daughter... Rebecca. - You leave Rebecca out of this.
Don't you ever threaten my daughter!
I don't want your daughter. I just want what belongs to me.
Idiot!
- I'm getting Rebecca. - What's going on here?
- Niemeyer has Ralf. - What? Niemeyer?
You're shitting me! Niemeyer has Ralf? Fuck!
Timo, we'll get him out. We'll get him out.
How? I'm not going back to that summer house.
- He's not there. - Then where is he, general Martin?
- I think Ralf's in his basement. - He's not that stupid.
It's the perfect place. He has his own guards there.
And how do we get past them?
Hang on! Niemeyer has a private showing on Saturday.
Terrific! But, sweetie, I doubt we'll be invited.
He always hires entertainment. What if they don't make it there?
Then there'll be no entertainment.
That's not a bad idea. And the pills?
- We'll give them back to him. - What?
- Can we use your dad? - Arno? No, he always screws up.
That's exactly what we need.
You should've put him in another outfit.
- It's easier to staple jelly beans. - Is he drunk?
Make sure he stays here.
Hi.
I'd like to settle the last details of Max van Gaal's attendance -
- at Saturday's showing.
- It is on Saturday, right? - Yes.
I hope you didn't invite Max van Gaal without being on top of things.
- No, of course not. Van...? - Van Gaal.
The most innovative Dutch artist. But we can always cancel.
No, no. Let me check. It must have slipped through the cracks.
Is that abstract or surrealism?
No, no. Painting.
He means it's an organic process when Max van Gaal creates art.
It could go either way. He's an artist in the moment.
He gets his inspiration from the space he's in.
And this space could use some fresh air.
Yes, of course.
Ah! There they are.
- Watch your step. - Did it work?
- Perfect. Jump in. - No, thanks. I'll walk. See ya.
But... thanks for helping us.
It takes balls to con people.
Sometimes, when you've been in a strenuous situation -
- it's good to have someone to talk to, or just to get a hug.
Did you change tactics to get in my pants?
That obvious, huh?
Yes.
Wow, that was...
Sofie and Arno have been invited.
At 16:58 the dance ensemble Yin/Yang arrives at the airport.
And what do you know, someone will be there to pick them up.
Wanna follow me please?
Unfortunately, they're retained by a zealous custom's officer.
In their luggage he finds a bag of suspect pills.
Would you come with me? This way please.
They're detained at the airport, and we have their bags.
- Now you're a dance ensemble. - Leotards.
You're good to go!
No. It's too bad, 'cause I know exactly what they look like.
Would you be able to describe them to a sketch artist?
Yes, I would.
You truly make a great contribution to the fight against crime.
Just doing my civic duty.
- I'm so happy you could make it. - Thank you.
Let me introduce you. Come this way.
- Mr. Niemeyer, this is Max van Gaal. - We haven't met before, have we?
It's a pleasure.
No, it's tweed.
Come with me, please.
- His workshop is in place. - Workshop?
Didn't you say he creates art inspired by the space he's in?
- Uhm... yes. - We've prepared a workshop for him.
- Does he use a pallet? - A palette? You want me to cook?
- You speak Danish? - It sure as hell sounds like it.
Very good. We'll handle things from here.
While Sofie and Arno mingle, Nikolai and Timo plant the stolen cars.
- Invitations, please. - We're Yin/Yang.
- They're expecting us. - Yin/Yang?
The dance ensemble?
- I thought you were black. - Black?
Yes. I saw a picture in a magazine.
Oh. Yeah, but they always use the old picture.
Aha. Just a minute.
Hey, hey, hey!
Sometimes we're black, and sometimes we're white. It really doesn't matter.
- Either you're black, or you're white. - Are you a racist?
Oh my God, you're a racist! I don't have time for this shit.
- I want to talk to Mr. Nougatmeister. - To whom? Oh, Mr. Niemeyer.
Whatever! I'll tell him you're about to ruin this night for everybody -
- with your racist attitude.
I'm sorry, sir. I'm doing this for security reasons.
I can secure you, that your ass will be sorry for a lot of reasons -
- if I don't talk to Mr. Nougatmeister right now!
That won't be necessary. Please proceed.
Once you're in, your only task -
- is to draw police attention to the party.
Hey! We're gonna park in the garage. We're here to perform.
- We're just gonna park in the garage. - Okay.
I get inside unnoticed and go straight to the basement to find Ralf.
Remember candles, a lighter and fuel. Timo, you get ice cubes.
When everything's in place, get the hell out of there.
Hello! Hello. You must be the dancers.
- What? - You're the dancers, right?
- No. - Yes.
Welcome.
I'm so, so excited. Please, come along.
Enjoy!
- Hello and welcome. - Thank you. Line.
My husband tells me you're a friend of the house.
Thank you.
Would you like to introduce the next feature?
- Certainly. - Wonderful. Follow me.
Ralf?
May I have your attention, please?
It's my privilege to present the famous dance ensemble from New York:
Yin/Yang.
Okay! That didn't hurt!
Come on.
- What took you so long? - How about a thank you!
If I wanted a weekend get-away I'd have booked an inn!
Come on!
- Honey? - What?
I want you to see the end of the dance.
Okay.
Do you realize how moist this basement is?
Mould's growing on my ass!
Oh, I thought it was vacant.
- That's okay. I was done. - Thank you.
I'm sorry.
- Ralf! Are you okay? - Not after seeing you in that!
No wonder mom called you a mishap!
A mishap? She said that?
Timo... Hey, are you okay?
Did they rough you up?
Nah, bacon and eggs in bed every morning.
- May we have some beers? - Quiet! Look.
The fire is now under control. It started among some parked cars.
It's said to be stolen cars, and apparently narcotics have been found.
I hope they can't link the car theft to you guys.
- How could they? - We might have missed something.
You worry too much. Relax. I'll call you a cab.
So we have a major scandal brewing at Niemeyer's villa. Here he comes.
Call my lawyers.
Mr. Niemeyer, can we get a reaction?
Accusations about narcotics. What do you have to say?
- Yes... - Look at that!
We've been following Niemeyer closely for a long time.
I personally assigned my best man to the case.
And now we're reaping the benefits of our investigation.
We're supposed to met up at a pub somewhere.
- What's he doing there? - He saved your butt.
- I was just about to bust out! - Ha! You can't even open a bra.
I only date ladies that don't wear bras.
Yeah, well, they keep falling over.
I had to leave without Arno. I couldn't find him.
He's on TV.
When will this air?
- Hi, Mom. Thanks for helping out. - No problem. I had fun.
- Hi, Martin. Long time, no see. - It's good to see you.
Martin, what are you doing?
The next time you come home this late, don't knock, alright?
You'll wake up Rebecca.
Yes...
Why didn't you call me to let me know you were coming?
Someone sort of broke my phone.
- I knew you'd come. - How could you know that?
Because I know my Yummybear.
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