Shorta

SHORTA IS AN ARABIC WORD FOR POLICE

-Let me go! -Don't move!

I can't breathe!

Stay down, goddammit! Lie still, for fuck's sake!

-I can't breathe! -Stay still!

I can't breathe!

15 people have been detained after violent riots

following the arrest of 19-year-old Talib Ben Hassi,

who was taken to the ICU…

P14. P14. Flying over Svalegården. No large gatherings.

Nothing to report.

Deputy Chief of Police Birgit Rabech says the situation is improving.

We are massively present in the area,

and have the youngsters under control.

Talib Ben Hassi was arrested after a dramatic car chase,

and was subsequently transferred to the hospital in critical condition.

-Okay? -Yeah, yeah. Fine.

-Hi. What's up? -What's up?

Poulsen, take it easy. I'll take care of it.

OUT OF ORDER

Hey…

-Broken again? -Yes. It says disconnected.

Cheap crap. Feeling better?

-Yeah, guess it was just a bug. -Marianne has been sick, too.

-Not going out on patrol? -I was gonna do some paperwork.

I want everybody on wheels.

And… by the way…

I'd like you to ride with Mike Andersen.

I need someone to keep him on a short leash. Just until this blows over.

Internal Affairs want to talk to everyone who was on call that night.

-I'll give them a call. -Good.

My door is always open if you need to talk.

-Thanks. -See you in there.

Yep.

-Good morning. -Morning.

-Here. -Ah, thanks.

I see you're riding with Mike Andersen.

I'd rather blow my brains out.

Why don't they take his badge like with Kofoed and Poulsen?

They'll be back in a week.

They're two professional witnesses,

and there's no one to dispute their story.

You were working that night too, right?

-Good morning. -Good morning.

Thank you to those of you who came in on your day off.

As you know, we've had a bit of trouble

with the Talib Ben Hassi situation.

Ben Hassi's condition is stable, but if that changes,

we expect the riots to escalate, so that is our primary focus.

Ben Hassi is from Svalegården, so stay clear of the area.

Unless you have a specific task.

Our presence could escalate the conflict. Any questions?

-Møller? -Where are Kofoed and Poulsen?

On forced leave until it's been determined whether to press charges.

It's normal procedure, but I'm expecting an acquittal.

-And our lieu days? -You're getting overtime pay.

Our kids'll forget what we look like.

In your case, that's good, Møller.

-I have something for you. -It's a bit crooked, isn't it?

Shut it!

I know it's tough out there right now,

but I'm doing my best to change that.

Remember, we're the people's only safeguard against total chaos,

so get out there and restore order before anyone questions that.

You set the agenda.

Have a good shift. And watch each other's backs out there.

-Enjoy. -Thanks.

It's gonna be a long day.

Eight hours with Supercop over there.

-I'm more worried about his music. -Cop rock?

Rock out with your glock out.

Beers are on me after work, if you need to talk.

If I make it that long. Have a good one, Rønning.

-Have fun. -Thanks.

-There he is. Ready to roll? -Yep.

Good.

POLICE

"VICTIM OF POLICE BRUTALITY? TALIB ON LIFE SUPPORT"

"Women with big butts have smarter children." Aha.

Good thing I had kids with my ex.

-Got any kids? -Not yet.

-Married? -Yes.

-But no ring? -Not on the job, no.

Remember when Laursen's ring got caught on a fence?

-The skin peeled off like a banana. -Yeah, not good.

Is that why you're not wearing it?

Or are you getting something on the side? Well?

That's a yes.

P14. APB. Rocks thrown at police officer.

Suspect described as male, 15-20 years of age, brown skin.

Is it Rønning? Are you doing it with Rønning?

-I was her field training officer. -That makes it even hotter.

A bit of teacher-student action.

Good cop, naughty cop getting frisky down in lock-up.

Piece of crap.

Relax, Høyer. I'm just fuckin' with you.

Why can't they wrap it properly?

Internal Affairs have launched an investigation into whether officers

used excessive force when restraining Talib Ben Hassi.

Fucking witch hunt.

He attacked them first.

Have you seen him? He's big as fuck. Of course they got on top of him.

And then some dickhead with a desk

gets to decide if it was right or wrong.

He tore through the city doing 130 mph.

It's a miracle he didn't kill someone.

But no one talks about that. What if he hit a kid?

-Let's listen to something else. -The driver has the radio.

You've got balls. Fine. You're in charge of the entertainment.

You haven't said a damn word all day. And I'm bored out of my skull.

Tell me a story.

What do you wanna know?

Your biggest fuckup on the job.

-I've never fucked up once. -C'mon, everyone has.

Go on! Spill it.

Well? Come on.

I was still in training…

One day I was sent to the basement to get a box of CS grenades.

Yeah?

I get the box,

but as I lift it, the pin is pulled from one of the grenades.

-Shit. What did you do? -What the hell do you think? I ran.

I slammed the door and heard a giant bang.

-And one more. And one more. -They all blew up? Fuck, man!

-Isn't the storage explosion proof? -Sure.

Armored door and 80-inch-thick walls.

I just thought it was gonna cost me

a lot of cleaning and a round of beers.

But then I heard all the fire alarms go off upstairs.

People were running around screaming.

Gas had spread to the entire building.

-Damn, what a fuckup, man. -But that wasn't the worst of it.

There's more?

It took half an hour for someone to remember

the two gypsies down in lockup.

Goddamn…

So they were down there puking their lungs out? Damn.

Fuck 'em. Fucking gypsies. Am I right?

That'll fucking teach them.

-Ready to go? -Sure.

Fucking gypsies, man.

They think they can get a warm bed, a free meal and Skinemax on TV.

They always commit their crimes before 7 p.m.

so they don't miss dinner.

A gypsy stealing a roast from a store costs the state 50,000 kroner.

But if you need a new note pad, you have to send three applications to…

P14, P14. Inquiry on a vehicle. Romeo 14-05. Over.

Romeo 14-05. Go ahead.

P14. Vehicle inquiry on Bravo Mike 79757.

I repeat, BM 79757. Romeo 14-05. Over.

-What's up? -Grey Mercedes. It's just a hunch.

Romeo 14-05. Bravo Mike 79757.

Unknown Mercedes E-Class registered to Hamza Alfarsi. Come.

P14. Copy that. Romeo 14-05. Over.

Osman's car. Hamza's part of his crew.

Did you see that?

They've spotted us. Make sure they don't throw anything out the window.

They're heading for Svalegården.

Aren't we supposed to stay outta there?

There's a minor in the backseat.

SVALEGÅRDEN NEVER FORGETS

-Wassup, Mike? -Turn that shit off.

Get out of the car, both of you.

-What the hell do you feed that guy? -Him? Potatoes.

-Just potatoes? -Yeah.

Where'd your gangster intern run to?

The only gangster here is you, boss.

-Why was he in your car? -He's my cousin.

What is it with you boys and perfume? You smell like a whorehouse.

Or is it your mom, I smell? Huh?

I'm telling you for the last time. Stay away from the kids. Got it?

You just stay right there.

Of course.

Good.

Great. Now piss off.

Romeo 14-05, we can see that you're in Svalegården. Come.

P14. We're following up on a suspicious vehicle.

Romeo 14-05. Over.

Romeo 14-05. Copy that. Wrap it up and get out.

-When is your deposition? -I don't know.

I've been through it a few times. Let me know if you need to talk.

-Sure. Thanks. -Don't mention it.

Come on, Sami. I can do it.

Iza, we've been over this. You're not old enough.

-I want to be a Big Brother, Sami. -I know, but you're not old enough.

Wanna help out? Start cleaning up. We'll talk about it later. Okay?

Watch out.

-You've got your hands full. -Yes. He wants to be a Big Brother.

-Shouldn't he ask his parents? -Not that kind of big brother.

Big Brothers are older boys

who walk our streets at night to make them safe.

-I didn't expect you to come. -You called for us?

Old guy's getting kinda fat, huh?

DIE PIGS

Who wrote this shit?

-Hello! Anyone home? -Why are you asking me?

-Tough guy, huh? -Yeah, just like you.

Daniel and Iza, go get some fresh air.

Yallah, come on.

I don't know why you bother.