There's over five million kroner here.
It's around a third of what your mother stole from me.
Where is she?
Sometimes you lose them while they're still there.
Let go of her! Or I swear, I'll --
Play your part in this,
you get your daughter back alive.
We don't need to discuss the alternatives.
Do we?
Sylvia wants us to send Ravn a taste of what we have on him.
Then we trade the full files for the kid, yeah?
- Go, go, go, go, go! - Go, go, go!
I'll put Ida on a plane soon as possible.
Fucking Thresher!
Is she okay?
She seems surprisingly okay.
Good.
You might need to teach her a whole new kind of normal.
Any luck with a new passport for Mum?
We're still trying, but...
The Blind Man is out of action.
Shit.
Just do what you can as fast as you can.
Martin's onto it.
He's in Hamburg. There's a guy there.
I have to leave for Paris first thing tomorrow with Ida.
We can't risk waiting any longer.
No. Keep me posted until she's on a plane there.
I won't relax until she's safe.
You can now. We'll get her to you.
You're certain we're safe here?
As long as no one followed you when the police let you go.
They didn't.
You should have seen that bastard.
Took off like a dog when they released him.
He must be terrified of Ravn as well.
Gillard?
He should be.
How's it going? With the files?
Have they evaporated yet?
As soon as the Nord opened that laptop -- pfff!
Ravn'll be pissing blood.
Yep.
And then he'll come looking for Ida and me again.
So we keep our heads down till we can get you a new passport.
And put Ida on a flight A.S.A.P.
So where's she going after Paris?
- Come on, she's my grandchild. - Paris?
These files they swapped for me --
Why are they so important?
They were a kind of insurance policy
for when we hit Ravn.
- But? - No "but."
More of an "and," really.
We had it all planned out, and then your --
Sylvia was offered a sweetener.
How would you like everything on Ravn's operation?
Access codes to figures, names, dates.
The works.
Why do you want to give me something like that?
Your father helped me when I needed it.
I need to put a face to the offer.
No meeting.
You can have the damn files for free.
And they turned out to be pure gold.
So we had a new kind of insurance policy now as well.
We went ahead, made the hit, got away with the cash --
How much?
A lot.
Went like a dream...
Till the police turned up.
And how did they know?
Sylvia's informant?
Maybe.
We've still got no idea.
But my mom got away.
Where to?
They won't even tell me.
You don't seem too fazed.
By all this.
It explains a bunch of things.
Like what?
Ja.
This is your fault.
You geek!
We've lost the girl!
They still have the goods on all my businesses!
And 18 million of my kroner!
In case you've fucking forgotten!
Nothing's changed.
What?
It's like chess. We're back to first moves.
Only now we have a way of using the girl to get to Sylvia.
What makes you think that?
Well, she's worried about her shithead father.
Isn't she?
Get me Gillard.
Hey, Gillard. Do you have a minute?
- You can't just... - No, it's just a few questions.
You see, nobody's really, um --
nobody's really buying the "custody dispute" story.
Not me, anyway.
Ravn grabbed the kid to make Sylvia stick her head out.
I just want to know, did you warn her?
Where is she? Where's the girl?
Look, I just -- I don't fucking know anything, all right?
And if Ravn finds out I've even spoken to you, mate,
I am fucking dead.
Yeah, yeah.
I can see you might have a problem there.
But now I'm your fucking problem.
All right, all right, look.
Seriously, I-I don't fucking know
where any of them are, all right?
Okay, okay. Look, look.
Sylvia used to have some contacts
who hung out around Vesterbro, all right?
Now, m-maybe some of those lowlifes know something.
I don't.
If you hear so much as half a whisper about Sylvia,
you call me.
Motherfucker.
Gillard.
Hey, Adam?
Thanks for being so understanding yesterday.
Well, since I've got here, really.
No worries.
If by any chance that dinner invitation pops up again,
I might be halfway decent company now.
Or sometime.
Yeah. Sure, cool.
I mean, sometime.
How about tomorrow afternoon?
You're up early.
I need to call my dad.
- I need to see if he's safe. - No.
We don't call anyone.
You were just on the phone before.
Yes. Arranging things.
You're not calling your father.
They beat him up, and I'm leaving tomorrow.
I want to know if he's okay.
I'm need to call my father.
No.
No calls.
We can't trust anybody.
I'm sorry.
Go on. Get out of here.
Get out of here before I call the cops.
- Ease up, mate! - I've warned you before.
Don't deal in my café!
Come on. It's just a bit of weed.
I don't care, Darryn! I don't care.
All right? Get out of here.
Go!
Adam.
Hey.
Giorno.
So, Robyn, you have been for the walk?
Yeah, just been out, you know,
watching the sunrise, relaxing.
Good.
Bruno?
So, everything is okay with your daughter now, then?
Yeah. Yeah, yeah.
It all got sorted out. It's a great relief, thanks.
I'm very happy you get everything fixed.
Robyn...
Yeah?
I like you. I like you a lot.
But I have to look after my family,
and things are uncertain for you, yes?
I just don't want to see Adam get hurt if you...
No.
It's, um -- It's nothing like that.
Okay. I just...
Yeah. Yeah, yeah. But you know, I take care of my family too.
So perhaps it's best if we just keep it that way.
-Dad?
Sweetheart?
Where are you? Are you okay?
I'm hiding.
They beat me up a bit, but I'm okay.
I didn't tell them nothing about your mum, about you.
What are you going to do?
I have to get out, or I'm dead. Where are you going?
I go to Paris to start with.
And then -- I don't know yet.
That's good, sweetheart.
Okay.
Ja.
We'll, be in touch.
Paris. Then where?
Gillard's kid wants to make sure he's okay.
- We'll get answers. - Don't you bet on it.
I wouldn't trust that bastard to pass anything on.
Why not?
He's more scared of you than he is of that cop, obviously.
Still.
I wouldn't put it past him to try something.
You wanted something?
You did leave that forger with one good hand, didn't you?
Good.
Now fuck off.
My friend enjoys this.
So you'd be better to put a stop to it now.
As I said, we know Behreni's had you prepare
Sylvia's documents in the past.
So...
Did you do this one too?
Yes! All right! Yes!
Anything else? More recently?
A replacement.
He said he needed a replacement.
And new stamps.
I'm sure a proposed country of entry was discussed, yes?
Yes!
But I sent him away.
I can't work!
No.
Shame, that.
What country was mentioned?
Now, I promise this view is just as beautiful on a sunny day.
And at night. The lights on the water.
It's nice to share it with someone.
I usually come up here by myself.
So you don't usually go on picnics?
More a question of not appreciating something
when you have it, I think.
Like a lot of things in life.
Yeah, like living close to the ocean and not swimming?
Exactly.
Yeah.
All right, now the food in this restaurant
is just as good as the view.
Sandwich?
Your dad, he, um, didn't seem too happy about us doing this.
Really?
Well, he's spent the last couple of years
trying to get me to jump back in the dating pool.
And he really likes you, so...
Maybe it's because, um, I have a daughter.
Adam, she's 16.
Right.
- 16, wow. - Yeah.
That's hard to believe.
You haven't jumped up and left.
We already ordered.
And I can't leave you to pay the bill, so...
If things had worked out differently,
I'd probably have a child too.
- What's her name? - Her name's Ida.
- Ida. - Yeah.
I've been a single mum for so long.
And not a really good one, though, so she's a handful.
16-year-olds are supposed to be, aren't they?
- It's their job. - Yeah, I guess.
Well, hopefully I'll get to meet her sometime.
You will.
She's my greatest joy and my biggest worry.
Make yourself comfortable.
We have five hours until your flight.
- Dad? - Sweetheart?
You need to get out of the country.
Yeah, yeah. I will.
But where are yougoing, darling?
All I've found out is Sydney first.
- And then? - I don't know where then.
Another country.
When's your flight?
In five hours.
All right, look.
Get in touch again when you know where you're going
after Sydney, all right?
Yeah.
Love you, darling.
Well, you seem a bit more relaxed now at least.
-The wine.
No, no. The food was nice.
Thanks.
So, um, you've kind of resisted your dad
on this whole -- this whole dating thing?
I took a shot at it a couple of times,
but just didn't work out.
Didn't feel right, I guess.
I -- I better take that.
- It might be... - Yeah.
...my mum. Or the handful.
Hi, Mor.
The charter down went smoothly.
- We're fine. - Good.
In a hotel near Charles de Gaulle
till the flight out.
She's taking a shower.
- And she still doesn't know? - No.
She won't know about Sydney till she's through security here.
Okay.
And all she'll have about Queenstown
is a booking code to use when she gets over there.
Thanks. I've been really worried.
No problem. And it's all coming together.
The cleaning bill is set at 10%,
so you'll have your money soon.
Thanks.
And, hey, Huss, could you tell Ida I...
- Tell Ida I said hi. - I will.
I'll call when she's in the air.
Hej.
- All good? - Yeah, all good.
No worries. I think we should have a toast.
For the view.
To the view.
- Say skal. - Skal.
- Skal.
Hey, thanks for a lovely afternoon.
Yeah. I had a good time too.
Yeah.
Okay, well, have a good night.
You too.
- Hej. - Hi, Mor.
Hej.
Don't cry.
Ja?
Your mum and I will sort this out.
Don't worry, sweetheart. I'll see you later on.
I'll see you.
Coming in for a coffee?
I'll be back once I get her settled.
And where would that be? Same place you got the wheels?
Well, you'd better come back.
We've got some negotiating to do.
You don't show up,
I'll be giving your face to the cops here.
And I'm sure Ravn would like an update an' all.
I cut him a deal, and you let him slip to fucking New Zealand?
Via Australia,
if the stamps we found out about are anything to go by.
They are! They are!
I found out -- Norris --
Shut the fuck up! Idiot.
I'm ready whenever you want.
I'll find him and bring his balls back for you.
How?
How are we doing
getting her transit information to New Zealand?
Still trying to find out where she went.
Their customs and immigration are hard to crack,
but I'll find her.
Robyn, hi.
And this must be Ida.
Ida, this is Adam Martini.
He doesn't speak Danish, Ida.
She doesn't mean to be rude.
No problem.
Jet lag, perhaps.
This is Bruno. Adam's dad.
I learn velkommen from the computer.
And...
I have a question for you.
I'm looking for Sylvia Peterson.
Any ideas? Or I'll break that nose a little bit more.
Fuck off.
Look, look. Listen, listen, listen!
I haven't been sleeping much lately,
and I'm not the most patient man.
I came back to rattle her husband's cage.
But now he's disappeared too,
and then I see you creeping around.
So? Ideas?
- He escaped me as well. - Okay. Where to?
- Where to?! - Out of the fucking country!
Aaaah!
New fucking Zealand! Okay?!
Thank you.
Why are you here?
Cutting it fine. I was about to make some calls.
What do you want?
I want half your share from the heist you pulled.
You want 600,000 euros?
- Nice round figure. - Would that be enough for you?
Would that be enough to guarantee
that you're not selling me out like you did Ida?
That wasn't meant to happen.
You hurt and used my daughter!
What is with you fucking Petersens and slapping people?
And anyway, Ida's our daughter.
Ravn wanted me to use her to get to you.
I haven't done that now, have I?
So you're just gonna fly in here, take half the money,
and leave me with the fucking fallout.
Sound familiar?
You can have 20%, and that's it.
It's not a fucking negotiation.
Half.
Or Ravn gets you on a spit.
And then what happens to our daughter?
Okay.
Half.
But you'll have to work for it.
And it -- it'll shrink a bit.
- It's not a fucking negotiation! - It has to be laundered, David.
I have someone organized.
But they need to see their cut up front.
You deliver the money.
That way you stay on top of the game,
and I don't get to expose myself.
I imagine that you'll be leaving very soon anyway,
and then you'll have your money,
and it all makes good fucking sense?
Yeah, all right.
But any tricks,
and the cops get everything.
See you tomorrow.
What happens?
What happens to Ida once you get the money?
Easy -- I disappear, she gets over it.
She'll still have you.
Do you know what, David?
She still loves you.
She trusts you.
So?
She'll have to get over that as well.
You did. She'll just have to.
Yeah, she will.
As soon as she recognizes what a self-righteous bitch you are.
Lowlife bastard.
- Hey. - Hey.
Hey.
What's the bag for?
No, it's just,
she left most of her stuff back home,
so I need to go shopping for her and fill it up.
How's she doing?
She's sleeping. I left her a note.
Would you mind watching her so she doesn't just wander off?
I'll do my best, but, teenager, remember?
Yeah. I guess.
Um, there's this guy hanging around again.
What's his name? Darryl?
Darryn. Yeah.
Yeah, yeah. Darryn, yeah. Is he a local?
He hangs out at the backpackers on Main.
I'll have another word,
but I'm gonna have to call the cops, I think.
Yeah. But thanks anyway for keeping an eye on her.
Huss, it's me.
Can I have some advance on that money?
I need 20,000 in cash,
and you can take it out of my share
once the cleaners have done their thing.
The cleaner is already done.
We can wire you the whole cut via the Caymans.
I'm gonna open an account.
Let's go with our old friend, Mademoiselle Durand.
Um...
I'm -- I'm looking for...
Bonjour. Je suis Selina.
Thank you for coming by.
Entrez.
Good morning, Ida. You must be hungry.
Do you know where my mother is?
She's out getting you some clothes and things.
We've been told to tie you up and feed you.
Breakfast?
Coffee, maybe.
Coffee is a good start, but, is not breakfast.
What the fuck?
Bonjour, Monsieur Gillard.
They told me to meet you here.
They must be watching me.
You didn't really think
I was gonna come here looking like myself, did you?
You didn't worry about it last night.
Well, last night I wasn't carrying this.
20,000 euros in Kiwi dollars.
Do you want to check the exchange rate?
I don't get to count it?
I'm sure our contacts will.
Why should I shortchange them?
So you're gonna meet up with the laundryman's broker?
You've got the rest of the money?
Yeah. Once it's laundered.
We'll have two million in Kiwi dollars.
That's the exchange rate.
Less 10% -- his taster.
Laundryman does well out of it, doesn't he?
Yeah, the middle man always gets screwed.
So...
Do we take it or we leave it?
I'll need the combination.
No, you don't.
He'll have it.
Once he's got his taster,
he'll give us another time and date for the delivery.
And I'll have the balance for you then.
Yeah, all right. Where do I take it?
There's some rocks down by the lake, at the jetty.
Are you serious?
There's got to be a million bloody rocks down there.
There's a smiley face there.
He'll be expecting you.
Enjoy the view.
Here you go.
You want some company?
You know, I've never been to Paris.
What's it like?
It's like any other city.
Bigger than this place.
Yeah, well, there are some good things in small places.
I'm sorry, Sylvia. It's my fault.
No, it's nobody's fault.
I just sent him for a nice scenic walk.
Fuck.
So...
I've just marked the section we wanted.
With no giveaways.
Great, so all you have to do is drop in the sound,
and top and tail the clip.
Okay.
Done.
What now?
Now David can wait a little bit longer.
- Hi. - How are ya?
Bit bloody cold?
Yeah.
I'm waiting for someone.
Me, mate.
Bloke with a briefcase, this beach.
What took you so bloody long?!
This is the time I was told.
Fucking bastards.
Hey, I wasn't told to take anything,
just deliver a message.
Take it to the next meeting. Back at the hotel at 3:00.
Same room Miss Durand was sent to.
Make sense?
Sweet as, bro.
And, um, get yourself a cup of tea or something, mate.
You look cold.
You...
Fuck.
You the broker?
Michael Ormerod.
You've, got a delivery for me?
Yeah. You've got a fucking nerve, mate.
Making me wait around outside in the fucking cold for hours.
And all the time you want your money back here?
Do you mind if I check this?
Yeah, knock yourself out, mate.
It's all there.
Ooh.
Yours too, I assume,
Mr. Norris.
I neglected to say
Detective Senior Sergeant Michael Ormerod.
David Norris, you're being arrested in relation
to the crime of money laundering
under Section 243 of the Crimes Amendment Act.
This is fucking bullshit!
And for possession of a trafficable amount
of a Class C drug.
This is a fucking setup!
This is fucking bullshit!
- Hey. - Hi.
Everything okay with Ida?
Yeah, she seems to be fine. She's upstairs.
She had breakfast.
We had a chat for quite a while.
Good. Thanks.
So I hear you had a nice picnic.
And now you have come to take over.
I'm an old man. I get tired too.
Don't pull that one on me, Bruno.
-But we did have a lovely time.
And I might help out for a few more days,
and Ida too, I hope.
We'll have to wait out anyway for my mum to get here, so...
Bene.
And you can help with the fund-raising.
You and Ida.
Sure, but I think it might take her some time,
to come to terms with everything.
Hey, I went to the backpackers to have another word
with that idiot, Darryn.
- Yeah? - Not there.
His mate told me that he's hit the road.
So, hopefully he won't be back.
So, Gillard headed for Sydney, then to New Zealand.
And we know she's somewhere there.
Do we still have contacts over there?
A couple on the ground through your old biker friends.
But nothing in immigration, no.
And we still know the aliases
that she's using too, though, right?
Sure, but we can't exactly
call New Zealand immigration and ask questions.
No, no, no. But the cops can.
Our friend Qvist?
He's still hot for Miss Petersen.
I mean, he's been chasing his tail all over town
to try and find her.
Perhaps he'd appreciate a tip-off.
I'm sure he probably would.
Mr. Norris.
Immigration informs me that quite possibly
your passport could be fraudulent.
If they're right, we'll be adding further charges.
Would you care to tell me your real name?
Okeydokey.
Have you got the rest of the money?
Of course. Waiting in Auckland.
And if anything goes wrong,
there's a 50-grand consolation prize for you
back in London.
As long as you keep your mouth shut.
And the weed you guys asked for is in there too.
I don't know why you bother...
This is a setup.
Who's this woman?
- My ex. - Don't mess me around, Norris.
Or whatever your name is.
How much money is waiting to be laundered in Auckland?
Who's this woman?
I want to talk to my consulate.
Any tricks,
and the cops get everything.
See you tomorrow.
What happens?
What happens to Ida once you get the money?
Easy -- I disappear, she gets over it.
She'll still have you.
Do you know what, David?
She still loves you.
She trusts you.
So?
She'll have to get over that as well.
You did. She'll just have to.
-Skat...