-Look at what I've got. -Wow.
-Don't! -It doesn't work. Try it.
Marvin!
Erlend! Boys? Where are you?
WISTING
16 pounds.
-What's that on the street? -1.5 million dollars.
-Did they find any prints? -Yeah, they matched the girl.
-But only the handle -So...
Layla Hassimi was used as some kind of a courier?
And then she got stressed and lost the suitcase.
And was killed for it.
Fuck.
Matches the other victims. The children are used as drug mules.
So you're saying we're up against an international smuggling network?
But why put a head on a stick and create all of this attention?
It's a warning.
That the organization know. You do what we tell you, or else.
Someone in Larvik was supposed to receive those drugs.
-And we need to find out who. -Hey, I think I found something.
I talked to everyone who works at the train station.
One of them remembered a man coming by asking for a red suitcase.
So, I go through their security footage, and...
Look, that's him. It looks like he's hiding his face.
Check if any other cameras may have picked him up.
The farmer... He's been shot.
You know, the farm where they stole the stake, the fence pole.
-Coming? -You go. I'll stick with this.
Benjamin? Could you watch him? Make sure he gets to pee.
What?
That fucking pig.
Well, can you tell me what happened?
That fucking Muslim pig came back and tried to kill me.
Did you see which way he ran?
No. I was in here looking for my boys.
Suddenly there was a bang.
-From where? -It must have come from outside.
Somewhere outside.
Did you see anything?
-No. -No.
Next time I'll get him with my shotgun.
I suggest you leave that shotgun alone.
-How is your leg? -Well...
Hello, boys. Daddy will be just fine.
So... Did any of you see what happened?
Were you not together?
It was Marvin who found it.
What did you find, Marvin?
The boys said they found the gun down by the fence.
Do you think the killer dropped it? When he stole the stake?
The farmer did say he was caught by surprise.
Colt 1911.
Wait a minute.
Hi, Benjamin. I just sent you a photo.
The stolen firearms we suspected Cato Dalen of...
Do you remember if there was a Colt 1911 among them?
OK. Give me a sec.
-He said a Muslim stole the stake. -He thought a Muslim shot him too.
A Colt 45 caliber... It's got the same serial number.
OK. Tell forensics to check if the same weapon killed Jens Faldbakk.
Hammer and I will go and visit Dalen now.
And Nils says to remember Ottar.
She wasn't someone who talked a lot, but...
Layla was very clever. Only got A's and B's.
She didn't brag about it.
You could ask for help without feeling like an idiot.
Did Layla talk about what she wanted to do after school?
I did not give you permission to film here.
Sammy said it was OK to ask some questions.
You should have asked me regardless.
No more of this. The kids need peace and quiet.
OK. Maybe I can interview you instead.
I've just been to see Jens' family.
They're asking why the police think he was involved with his clients.
-Was he? -I don't know.
When did you guys divorce?
It's about three years ago.
Yes. Around that time my mom left.
-I'm not sure what you're getting at. -Why did mom leave?
Why did she suddenly quit her job and leave?
You were best friends. Did something happen?
-You should talk to your dad. -Why can't you answer me?
Speak to your dad!
You haven't said anything about yesterday.
-Yesterday? -Yes. Good night with Maggie?
Hope I didn't interrupt the fun.
-Is Cato home? -No.
-May we come in? -Why?
-I told you, he isn't here. -Can you give Cato a message?
-I don't know where he is. -Tell him I want to talk to him.
He makes it worse for himself by avoiding us.
-Makes what worse? -William!
-Is that your bag? -No.
Is it Cato's?
I don't know. I've never seen it before.
We need an APB on Dalen. And ask for his cell to be tracked.
Hello, Suzanne. How are you?
Line was here. She asked about Jens and me.
And she asked why Ingrid left.
And what did you say?
Nothing. I thought that is up to you.
William...
I think she knows.
-Fucking thief. Bitch! -I need to go. Bye.
Give it to me!
No...
-Bitch! -Stop it, Hanan.
-Fucking thief. -Stop it!
Give me that. Now.
I just found it in the laundry room.
Go inside. We'll talk in a minute.
What's going on? Huh?
-Is it Layla's? -Yes.
-Let's go to your room. -I don't want to.
-It's my fault. -What is? What's your fault?
Layla... I should have realized.
Why should you have realized?
It was exactly the same thing that happened to Khaled.
Hello?
Is anyone here?
-Tommy? -Yes.
What the fuck are you doing?
-What are you doing here? -I need a place to sleep.
-Melina said it was fine. -Still no need to kill me.
-Who did you think it was? -I fucked with the wrong people.
Listen. I don't want to get involved in your mess.
You just need to keep quiet about me being here.
You owe me that after what I did for you in prison.
And I need to borrow the gun you bought from me.
I need to get it back.
Fine.
Hi.
-Where is she? -In there.
This is Khaled Athari, a refugee who lived here for three years.
Last year UDI managed to track down his granddad-
-in a mountain village in Afghanistan.
So he lost his residence permit and was sent home?
Yes. Politicians love family reunions when they don't take place here.
The day Khaled started 10th grade with his buddies,-
-the police came and dragged him out of bed at 5.30 am.
-This is not easy for anyone. -No. But I don't feel sorry for you.
Hanan, can tell them what you told us?
Khaled said they took him. They forced him to take a suitcase.
-When was this? -Last year. Before the summer.
-Where were they going? -Sweden. Gothenburg.
They kept him in an apartment, then gave him a ticket and a suitcase.
Back to Larvik?
Did he say anything about the people who took him,-
-or who he gave the suitcase to?
I just know that if he had snitched,-
-they would have cut his head off.
Line, wait.
Is it true you and Suzanne had an affair?
Where did you hear that?
Is that why mom suddenly decided to build schools in Africa?
Line, this isn't easy to...
Can we go somewhere else?
If you want company, just ask that fucking Suzanne.
Line, hey...
Is everything OK here?
None of this is OK.
DAD: CAN YOU CALL ME?
Has something happened?
Only that I found out that my dad is an asshole.
He's a cop. What the fuck did you think?
Hey...
I grew up with a dad who lives in prison. I mean...
How bad can it be?
-Just forget it. -No, tell me.
I want to think about something else.
Sex?
-Does it seem like it? -I'm allowed to try.
-Is someone else here? -No. It's the stupid cistern.
It's fucked up, so...
I know what we can do. It's better than sex, actually.
Look at this.
-Admit it's a little bit fun. -OK. A little bit.
-Where did you get it from? -Don't be such a bore.
Try and load it?
Tough lady.
Nobody will dare to bully our kid.
Just do your business now. Here.
What's up, Benjamin?
It's probably nothing, but it's about Maggie.
Maggie?
What the hell are you doing? Going through my things?
Who the hell is Alek Begi?
-I was going to tell you. -Is it him we're looking for?
-An American soldier? -Ex-soldier.
-Is he the reason why you're here? -We're not sure.
Who the hell are 'we'? You know something, but let us waste our time?
Like I said, not sure.
I wanted to tell you, OK? I...
-I was ordered not to. -Why?
Classified. I'm sorry.
If you don't trust us Maggie, we don't trust you.
So please talk to me, or get the hell out!
Begi went missing six years ago.
He was born in Sweden, but moved to Chicago when he was three.
Apparently he excelled in languages-
-because the army gave him a full scholarship right out of high school.
By the time he was deployed to Afghanistan, he had studied-
-the religion, the culture, Arabic, Dhari, who knows what else.
He was an excellent translator. Brave, almost reckless on a mission.
Made great contacts, and then one day-
-the guy gets into his jeep, drives off the base and disappears,-
-never returns.
-He was captured? -That's what we thought.
We lost two men on a mission to get him out.
But then we realized that he was using his army contacts-
-to smuggle heroin on cargo planes.
We hoped he was dead and it would never come out.
And then two years later his fingerprints show up in Hamburg,-
-at a crime scene.
The head on the stake.
We believe that he's in charge of the smuggling route.
Running drugs through Northern Europe, financing terror-
-and getting rich while he does it.
Children are kidnapped and killed, but you kept us in the dark.
And for what reason? To avoid embarrassment?
I came here to make sure it never happened again.
That's why I was sent to Copenhagen, to clean up our own mess.
And when we find him?
He's got to be stopped.
Listen, I...
I'm sure you want to share this information with your people.
I get it. But I would really appreciate it if you would just wait.
Why? Because you're afraid of losing your job?
After telling you this the last thing I'm worried about, is losing my job.
We need to get this motherfucker. Let me help you.
Khaled Athari was deported to Afghanistan last August,-
-and we believe that he was forced to be a drug mule-
-by the same people that used Layla.
-Do we have any idea who they are? -We're looking into it.
They pray on the most vulnerable because they think no one will care.
Let's prove them wrong.
Right now this boy is our best hope of tracking them down.
I checked with UDI, the Norwegian immigration authorities.
Neither they nor Afghan authorities know where Khaled has been.
They believe he's maybe tried to get back into Europe, but...
So he could be anywhere, or dead even?
I suggest that we try Frontex. They coordinate the EU outer borders.
-And put out a warrant to Interpol. -I'll ask my FBI contacts for help.
-Anything new on Cato Dalen? -His friends haven't been very...
...pratsomme.
-Talkative? -Yeah, nice.
-Has William been teaching you? -We have two murders to solve.
We may have a sighting of his car. We're heading out there now.
Yes, come on now.
You know that animal welfare can take him, right?
Don't talk like that in front of Ottar, please.
There you go. Come on.
That's his car at least.
Hammer...
-Overdose? -At least it looks like it.
Are OD's common here?
Welcome to the second happiest country in the world.
There's no sign of struggling, but to me this looks too...
-Too neat? -Yeah.
I have to take this. Hi, I'm a bit busy.
I was wondering something, because I'm here with Sunniva.
-I'm here with Sunniva. -Yes, but why?
I saw her being bullied at school.
And there were no teachers there to intervene.
Have you been spying on her?
-Where are you now? -I brought her here to comfort her.
She was sitting all alone, crying.
I'm at the bakery in Valby.
-Sissel, you have to take her back. -She says she doesn't want to.
You have to take her back. This can ruin everything.
-This is kidnapping, abduction. -But I'm her mom.
Stay where you are. I'm coming.
Sorry, I have to go.
Cato! Is it Cato?
Melina, Melina... Let's go down there and talk.
Did they kill him?
Is it Cato?
It's OK. Come. Come with me and let's talk.
Hi, have you seen a blonde lady with a little girl?
Yes, they left.
-Did you see where they went? -No, I'm afraid not.
-What the fuck were you thinking? -I don't want to talk about it.
-You know you can lose her for good. -Why do you care?
I am a good mother.
I just wish you thought the same.
This is Cato, right?
Did Cato use heroin, Melina?
No.
Not anymore. And never injections.
You said someone had killed him. Can you explain what you meant?
Who was he scared of?
We believe Cato stole some firearms and that one was used in a murder.
-Cato has never killed anyone. -So what did he need guns for?
He was asked to get them a long time ago.
-For who? -He said it was better I didn't know.
It's my fault.
I wanted to party because it was my birthday.
I didn't know he was picking up a fucking suitcase.
He just overslept.
Nobody kills someone just because they oversleep.
-Hello. -I just watched your interview.
It's really strong stuff.
-Do you think we should use it? -Of course. This Sammy is golden.
Make him the main character.
I'm not sure he's ready for all that attention.
He clearly trusts you. Use it.
Speak to you later, Nina.
-I thought you said you'd be late. -Cato...
He's dead.
-The guy I met at the bar? -Yes.
-What happened? -Overdose.
His girlfriend came by. She was devastated.
-Didn't know you knew him that well. -Well, I didn't.
We used to hang out, but he had some crazy opinions.
Far to the right, to put it mildly.
-Cato, what was his surname? -Dalen.
Was he a heroin dealer?
What happened just now? This turned into a fucking interview.
The police were looking for him in connection to the murders.
Work... That's what you're thinking about now?
I'm wondering if he could be involved.
Jesus fucking Christ.
I'm going out for a while. God damnit.
-Did you speak to Hussain? -Yes, they found nothing in the car.
What did Cato's girlfriend say?
That it was Cato's fault the suitcase got lost, that's why he was killed.
I'm sorry I left earlier.
-What happened? -Sissel and I are not in agreement.
-Is there anything I can do? -Do you fancy a dog?
Except that.
-Hey, I found him. -What?
Khaled. He changed his name and applied for asylum again.
-Where? -Sweden.
I used facial recognition to match his photo.
This was two months ago. Why didn't the European system match him?
I don't know. I think he's in Sweden. His last address was in Karlstad.
-I'll check with the police there. -We should go and talk to him.
-And who are 'we'? -You and me.
-What's up? -Thanks for coming.
I didn't have anything better to do.
-Nice. -Yes, well it's just a rental.
Spoiled. Do you still have the weed I gave you?
Do you know who this is?
Cato Dalen.
Sammy, what do you know?
Well... I know he's a dealer.
For who?
Could you find out?
Khaled can't be in Sweden, he would have called us.
Not if he was afraid of being deported, or of the kidnappers.
Why are you telling me this?
We're going to go there and talk to him.
We believe Khaled can help us find Layla and Jens' killer.
Can you tell us anything about him that would help us talk to him?
You want my advice? Let me go with you.
No, we can't...
He'll never talk to you. Not after the way the police treated him.
-None of us were involved in that. -You think he'll see the difference?
Can you give us a minute?
I appreciate your offer, but it's impossible.
-We have procedures to follow. -Yes, that's what we always say.
That we must follow procedure.
While kids who only know Norway are sent to a country foreign to them.
Or they die slowly at a camp in Greece or drown in the sea.
William... I've lost everything.
My husband, and Layla.
The kids here don't feel safe anymore.
Could you please give me the chance to do something for one poor boy?
You caved, didn't you?
Special agent Griffin.
Lennart Mellander, Chief Inspector. We spoke on the phone.
It's quite out of the ordinary for Swedish police to work with the FBI.
I'm officially here as an advisor for the Norwegian police.
This is William Wisting, he's from the Larvik police.
Your murders made big headlines in Sweden as well.
-Is it connected to terrorism? -We're trying to find out.
And this Afghan kid, Khaled Athari, he can help?
-We think so. -Have you found Khalid?
We had to, how do you say it, shake a few trees, but yeah.
The boy works here. Illegally.
We could take him in, charge him with use of false identity.
We would prefer a softer approach. The boy's a witness, not a suspect.
-And we really need his help. -OK.
-Well, then. -Yes.
Khaled?
Hi.
It's good to see you again.
Are you going to tell me where we are going?
You wanted to know who this Dalen guy worked for.
-So don't ask about anything else. -OK.
This guy doesn't like stupid questions.
Take this turn.
Sammy... Who's behind us?
I know him. He's just checking that we're alone.
-I want to know who it is. -Don't stress.
Fuck, drive! It's someone else! Drive!
Look straight ahead.
No sudden movements. Put your hands on your knees.
-You too! -Do as he says.
What do you want?
I'm missing the contents of a suitcase.
You're going to help me get it back.
-What do you mean? -Don't you think I know who you are?
-Who your father is? -Leave her alone!
Shut up, or you want to end up in the square like your girlfriend?
OK, I'll help you. Just let Sammy go.
It's up to you. You're going to get my heroin from the police station.
-You have 24 hours, or he dies. -What?
You heard me.
-How am I supposed to do that? -You'll figure it out.
How can I know you're not going to hurt him?
Would you prefer I did it here and now? Ready?
No, no!
24 hours or the boy dies.
Get out of the car.
Get out of the car!
This is your last chance, kid. Three, two...
Translated by: Nina Flesvik Iyuno-SDI Group