Warrior (Kriger)

MY LAST WILL AND TESTAMENT

Hi, honey.

If you're reading this, the worst possible thing has happened.

I've never met anyone like you.

I never thought it possible to love someone as much as I love you.

But this lifestyle comes at a price, one way or another.

Some people make life difficult for others

and I've had a hard time living with that.

In my world, everyone has the right to decide how to live their life.

I hope you'll remember me as the caring, loving person I am at heart.

No matter what people might say.

Eventually, war always wins.

But Peter fought back.

Set yourself a goal and fight for it.

A yes or a no, a straight line, everything in between is just talk.

He got married and had a son.

Louise and Max.

They were the loves of his life.

And yet he gave ten years of his life to military service

genuinely believing he helped make the world a safer place for us all.

That was the idealist Peter.

He never feared the enemy out there. He loved it.

Because he knew that the real danger

wasn't out there. It was waiting for us at home.

In the restlessness.

In the feeling of being redundant.

In the silence after the war.

When your soldier buddies and the brotherhood were gone.

Something Peter never got to experience.

He died in combat.

He died a warrior.

But he shouldn't have died that day.

Hey, Max.

- Are you okay? - My shoe's pinching me.

Let's have a look.

Does it hurt?

I'll just take your sock off.

Yeah. I can see why.

You need a Band-Aid.

- Do you know where you keep them? - In my room.

- The Band-Aids are up there. - Okay.

Do you like stars?

You have some, too.

- You have six stars on your jacket. - I do?

One, two, three, four, five, six.

You have a lot more.

If you count this one, you have seven.

- Come, let's go back in. - I don't want to.

Too many people? Yes. I think so, too.

They're all here because...

...they liked your dad.

Why?

Why did they like him? Because he was funny.

And he was brave. Your dad was very brave.

- And he never shut the fuck up. - You shouldn't curse.

No. But he never stopped talking.

Do you know what he talked about?

He talked about you, Max. All the time.

I know, because I was with him all the time.

I took that photo.

Mom says you told Dad what to do.

Yes. In the army, everyone has their own special task.

You told him to go there, so he did.

Yes.

When he died... Had you told him to go there?

Yes.

So you killed my dad.

Yes.

You're mean.

- Hey, where's Max? - He got a bit upset. It's my fault.

What happened?

If there's ever anything I can do for you, let me know.

WARRIOR

- Bon appétit. - Thank you.

Has!

Yeah?

- Get his order, I'll be right back. - Good evening. What can I get you?

- A Mix deep pan. - Anything else?

- Hi. How much? - Five grand.

There.

Thanks.

Can you get me some MDMA? For next week? Okay, thanks.

Can you hear me?

Are you in pain?

Is it here?

Listen up.

Tell your brother not to deal out here anymore.

This is my turf now.

Tom hit Akhmed's little brother, Ali. His gang brothers fetched him later.

It's a territorial drug war. The Wolves want to expand.

It's a declaration of war. Tom pushes out Akhmed and sits on the market

which it's worth... one billion? Did the IRS check his companies?

Tom's moving into construction. The IRS didn't find anything on him.

- What about Ali? - Broken ribs, but he'll be fine.

- He didn't report it, so Tom walks. - But Akhmed will strike back.

We don't know when, but he will strike back. And when he does...

...we have a gang war in the middle of Copenhagen.

And what do we do about that?

Have a good day.

Lunch in town? We could try out the new café.

Hey, are you there?

Finn...

If a gang war is imminent, then Tom must be looking for more men.

- And? - We should send our guy in.

We always struggle with how far we're allowed to go.

- And that is taking it too far. - But there's a war coming.

If we're to try something new and get results, this is it.

I think you're great at what you do.

But maybe this isn't the time for you to launch a new big project.

I think you need to take it easy. And spend some time with Max.

I don't need to take it easy.

I need to stop Tom! This is our chance.

Do you have a guy?

Yes. I have a guy.

What does that mean? Is that a yes?

Yes.

- Do you have a minute? - Yeah, sure.

Thanks.

- It's shaping up. - Thanks.

Just a drop.

Thank you.

How are you?

I keep to myself, fixing up the boat.

I'm alive. You?

Yeah, I'm alive.

And Max?

Okay. What do you want me to do?

You're here to ask a favor. It's a yes.

- Let me tell you what it is. - I'll do it.

Let me finish. It's not without risk.

- And there's no money in it. - That's fine.

I need you to find Tom, the leader of a biker gang called the Wolves.

He's behind almost all organized crime in Copenhagen.

I've been chasing him the past two years.

Witnesses disappear, young gang members take the fall for him

and he always gets away.

Now he's worming his way into construction, demolition, realtors...

What for?

Money laundering, stolen construction material and legit jobs for his men.

What do you want me to do?

I want you to start here and work your way closer to him

and get me as much information as you can.

I need some sort of leverage. A contact. A way in.

Someone weak or strong?

Weak.

This is the Copenhagen central for construction materials.

We've raided the place numerous times, but never found anything.

- What does that have to do with Tom? - He gets his materials from here.

One of his boys, Mads, works here.

So I thought you might start here and work your way closer to Tom.

- Mads? - Yes.

I know it's big thing to ask of you.

- No. - Yes, it's huge.

And I know we ought to talk about Peter and...

...and how we're doing and what happened, but I can't right now.

I need this. Something meaningful.

Are you in?

Yes. I already agreed.

- Hi. - Did he fall asleep okay?

Yes, and so did I.

- He asked for you. - Aw, he did?

He made a drawing for you.

Nice.

You work too much, sweetie.

- Nah, I'm just a lousy mom. - I didn't say that.

No, but it's what you're thinking.

No, what I'm thinking is that you're not okay.

I'm fine.

You won't find the answer out there. You'll find it here.

With your family and your boy.

- And inside yourself. - I know Peter's dead.

I know it's all my fault, and should I forget, Max reminds me of it.

I'll be off.

Mom?

Thank you.

Cool. Super. See you.

- Did you get lost? - Not at all.

- We're enjoying the view, little Tom. - I'm afraid the flats are sold out.

- Who buys that crap? - Your kind.

- My kind? - Sure. It's a ghetto.

- Remember my little brother? - Sure. Nice to run into you.

- I don't think it was nice. - I understand, but no harm was done.

But you've talked? So now you know where to keep away from.

I'm happy to know where you hang out, little Tom.

Take very good care. I mean that.

And get your dirty hands off my car.

You just spat inside your own car.

- It's started. - What do you think he'll do?

Buy a shawarma, watch Al-Jazeera, what the hell do I know?

But we need guards out here now.

- How about Mads? - Good idea.

The Minister is getting concerned about the Wolves.

- I've launched a new initiative. - Oh?

And when did you plan to inform us about it?

- Off the record? - Sure.

We're working on getting our own guy inside Tom's operation.

- That's a gray area. - But a chance to get close to him.

And a chance to get burned.

- Where the hell is that moron Mads? - He's on his way.

- Come with me. - I know the drill.