The Bridge (Bron/Broen)

I'm Niels Thormod. I'm a psychologist.

- What are your names? - We'll talk to Henrik.

We saw the guy we took the phone from. The murderer.

- Please leave. - Did you really think you could hide?

Leave my family alone. Get it?

Let's go and get Mum.

We need to shift our focus. The horse was clearly meant to target Vibeke.

Leonora's death targeted William.

Find the bastard that killed Leonora.

The victims aren't the victims. Their loved ones are to suffer.

There has to be a connection.

- Is it the baby? - I got rid of it.

Henrik! I think I'm in love with you.

You're not in love with me. You're not capable of loving. Just go.

Lillian! I think I've found the connection.

It's Tommy. It's all about Tommy.

FOUR YEARS EARLIER

Tommy!

- Something's come up. - What?

Do you have a smoke?

What's up?

KG has muscled in on William's turf. We're going there this afternoon.

- To do what? - Get them to back off.

When?

We're meeting at their clubhouse at 4 pm.

- How will you make them back off? - Dunno. I only know William's fuming.

- Is William going to be there? - I couldn't ask him, but I think so.

I'll tell Lillian.

- You'll be there? - Yeah. I'll sort it.

You have to come. I need to get out.

Tommy, you will get out.

I'll see to it.

KG is muscling in on William's turf. It could get nasty.

Could be nothing, a business meeting. Two men at a table talking.

- Tommy doesn't think so. - But he doesn't know .

Nor whether William will be there.

If we turn up, there's a risk they realise we have an informant.

- We wait. - He's counting on us.

That's completely irrelevant. We have to be 100% sure we get a result.

Or we waste several months' work.

- Henrik promised we'd be there. - So he'll break his promise.

We wait.

Hello, my love.

- Having a party? - Where have you been?

- I can't say. - Can't or won't?

Well, I wasn't here.

- I miss you all the time. - I'm sure you do.

- Put it with the other gifts. - It's for you.

- You're just sucking up. - Yep. How am I doing?

I saw it and thought that you'd like it.

I'd like to celebrate with Brian now. We'll go out - not be in the way.

- You could help... - No way!

I couldn't keep my hands off all the goodies.

- Stop it... - Where is he?

In his room.

Brian! Your dad's here!

Hi, Dad.

Hello, son!

Happy birthday! Get your jacket. We're going out.

I wanted a motorbike for my 17th. Dad gave me a chain lock.

Something to start with, he thought.

Grandma's coming this afternoon. Will you be there?

No, I've things to do. But give her my love.

- Happy birthday. - Thanks.

We're going to Manchester to watch a home game at Old Trafford.

We are?

- No, thanks. - Oh, come on. You're 17 now.

It's just a joint.

Don't tell Mum, eh?

I know it's been a bit messy lately.

It'll get better now.

- What is it that you do? - Nothing you need to know about.

- Is it dangerous? - No, no, no.

It's not dangerous. And it'll be over today.

Moyo!

Not a bad birthday, eh?

Where the hell are you? This is fucked!

Hey, hey, hey... Easy now...

Henrik!

Why didn't you come? You were going to be there!

- They said no. I couldn't do anything. - You fucking had them there!

I tried. The others wanted more info.

- I couldn't do a damned thing. - People died.

Those who got out... We shot them.

- How many? - Lots. There was blood everywhere.

Shit...

That's it for me. I'm pulling out now.

Okay, okay. Tommy, you have to hang in there.

We have to nail William and those at the top.

- You'll get money, a new identity. - Fuck you.

- We'll look after you. - Fuck you.

We're just waiting for the payback now.

I've told them I can't go on, but they won't listen.

What would happen if you just quit?

All deals would be off. No protection - I'll go to prison and shit.

I just can't do it. Can't you tell them I'm mentally unstable?

I can't go on if I'm sick!

I understand that you're scared and don't want to go on. That you feel regret.

But I can't say that you can't do it.

I can give you a prescription for some tranquillisers.

- Are you worried the cops won't pay you? - No.

No. I just can't give you a diagnosis that isn't correct.

- I thought you'd help me! - I'm trying to.

You're not! Fucking rat!

Tommy!

Tommy?

- Are you Richard? - That's me.

- You wanted to talk about something? - Yeah, I've got something for you.

- Let me get this going. - Sure.

SIX DEAD IN GANG WAR POLICE INFORMED - DID NOTHING

Shit!

- Is there anything I can do? - What would that be?

It wasn't your decision to hold back.

- You think that makes any difference? - Yes. It ought to.

Have you read it? We need to pull Tommy out.

Nothing in the article gives him away.

It says, "The informant nervously breaks off the filter on his cigarette..."

Tommy always does that.

Okay... We'll pull him out. You go there. I'll sort out back-up.

- Moyo speaking. - It's me.

- William wants to meet. I need help. - Sure. What with?

You know the farm?

There's a bus stop on the main road just before the turning.

- Yes. - Wait there for me, with the car.

I may have to leave in a hurry.

What's going on?

Just be there. I'll call if I don't need you. Can you be there in 15?

I have to go.

Thanks, Moyo.

Looking nice.

Looking really nice.

- Where are the others? - They'll be here.

Take a seat.

- Want some? - No thanks.

- What do we do now? - First we find out who it is.

And how much he's told the cops.

And then...

Everybody knows what happens to snitches.

- I need to take a piss. Where...? - In the hallway.

Come on, damn it!

Done pissing?

PRESENT DAY

- We should have thought of that before. - Yes.

Who is Tommy?

Lillian can explain.

Who is he?

Tommy Petersen.

A criminal turned informant in exchange for immunity and a new identity.

He was found out, tortured and murdered.

Henrik was his contact.

I understand why you were criticised.

The inquiry concluded that no one was to blame.

Doesn't mean you weren't in the wrong. Six people died because you held back.

- Seven, counting Tommy. - Hi, Henrik.

We'll focus on Tommy Petersen's family. They have the motive.

Nicole Johansson. The car is linked to her husband's garage.

Why's he there?

Tommy and Nicole's son, Brian, 21. Wheelchair user after an accidental fall.

Where are you going?

Let's continue.

Solveig Petersen - we know her from before.

- What do we know about her? - Tommy's mother.

She wants to take the persons she thinks caused Tommy's death to court.

Last in the Court of Human Rights. She wants compensation and rehabilitation.

- Where is she now? - Lives in a camper van. No mobile.

Put out a description of the camper.

What do we know about Brian Petersen?

Hi, Henrik! What are you doing here?

What are you playing at?

Your name isn't Kevin. You pretend to be my friend. Can you walk, too?

- Can you walk? Eh? - Let me go, Henrik!

Let's see you walk!

What the hell are you doing?

I'm sorry... Sorry.

- Come on. - Don't.

Go back in. I'm police, everything's fine.

Go back in. Here...

- It's okay. - We're just talking.

Your name isn't Kevin.

No, I...

I wanted to be anonymous at the meetings. A lot of people do that.

- Why do you go to the NA meetings? - You know that - to stay clean.

- And Tommy? Tommy Petersen? - What about him?

- Yeah, what about him? - What's my dad have to do with it?

- Where were you on the 28th? - Why?

Because I'm asking.

I was at home, playing computer games.

- Alone? - Yes.

- And the evening of the 29th? - I was at home.

Alone.

Right.

Henrik!

- What are we doing here? - Chopping wood.

Are you serious?

- We have to help out. - They don't even like us.

- At least not me. - That's not true, Christoffer.

I can understand Theo. He wanted the house for his son. Now we're there.

So it's our fault now? You take the blame for everything.

I want to go back to my old school.

- You can't now we live here. - We could move back.