Darkland (Underverden) (Underverden)

Darkland

A film by Fenar Ahmad

Breathe. Breath. What are you nervous about?

Breathe.

Close your eyes and relax.

Breathe.

Close your eyes and relax.

Breathe.

Wake up! Why are your eyes closed? You're not on fucking vacation!

Are you stupid, brother?

- Here. - I just know this will get screwed up.

If you screw this up, I'll feel really sorry for you? Do you get that?!

- Yes. - Put on the fucking gloves.

Come on. Don't look around. Go straight into the bank.

Come on. Come on. Come on.

Get inside. Empty. Fill. Yallah, go! Don't think too much.

- Where's the bag? - Ten seconds.

Yallah. Let's roll. Yallah, traffic.

This is a robbery! Give me the money!

Hurry up! Come on!

- Are you deaf? Give me the money! - It won't open. Go through the back.

A little further out to the side.

Yes, thank you.

Retracting plier. Pacer is well-functioning.

And stand by.

- And we have a heartbeat. - That just never gets old.

Unstable, but lets see what happens.

And we have a fin sinus rhythm. The patient is stable. Carry on.

Let's close him. Come here.

- I think we can call it a day. - Thank you.

- Nice work, everyone. - Say hi to Stine for me.

Cheers!

- We're so happy you could all make it. - Thanks for having us! Congratulations.

- Thanks. - Great job!

- Stine, how far along are you? - Hey, we were talking about me.

- We we'll get to you. - This is all your fault. Seven months.

- And there are two, right? Double up. - There's only one in the scan.

- May we see it? - Yes, show them.

- Come on! Let's see it. - We want to see embryo pictures!

- It's a boy. An anatomical freak. - What are you talking about?

- Huge penis. - Oh my God...

- That's the umbilical cord. - It's a penis.

Look how cute he is already with his little nose and mouth.

It's the umbilical cord.

- I'm gettin' drunk... - And so you should, honey.

- Right. I'm just sayin'. - It's great, honey.

- When are you off to France? - Friday.

- What? Seriously? Where to? - Cote d'Azur.

- I hope you're not... - You were just in the Caribbean.

- It's just for two days. - In and out, as they say.

- A weekend trip. - Put away your phone, honey.

- It's at an old shipyard. - What did I miss?

- He must know everything. - Afraid of missing out on an event.

- Is there cake? - Nah...

Cake, cake!

Hey Stine. Is Zaid home? I've tried calling my brother.

- It's probably on mute. Come on in. - No, thanks. I just need a word.

- Zaid. - Yes?

- Go back to our guests, okay? - Sure.

- Listen, Zaid... - Hang on.

- I've been calling. - Are you okay?

You don't answer your phone. I'm in big trouble.

I need your help. I'm fucked, man. People are after me and shit.

Listen to me for a second...

- Zaid... - Yasin, Yasin, shh.

Listen, Yasin...

We have company. It's Friday night. We're celebrating...

- I know you have guests, man. - Not tonight, okay? Do you need money?

- I can't explain.. - How much?

I need 100,000, and then I promise I'll be done with all this crap.

Zaid, give me a chance. I'm totally fucked.

Just this one chance. Just one, and I promise to never ask for money again.

Yasin I can't give you 100,000.

I swear on your son's grave this is the last time I ask you for money...

My son hasn't even been born yet, do you hear me?

Please give me a chance, Zaid. Am I not your brother?

- Am I not your brother? - Come on. Push the button.

You don't understand! Everyone's after me!

- Everyone? - I'm fucked!

- Zaid, just one last time! - Push the button.

I swear this is the last time, Zaid!

Go back in, honey. I'll be right there. Go on.

- I can feel him breathing all day. - It's kinda...

It burns the throat.

- Is everyone's glass full? - Yup. Thanks.

- There... - Party time.

- Cheers. - We're so happy you could come.

I'm so proud of you.

I am.

- Don't you believe me? - Sure.

- It won't even fit in my hand any more. - No. Try with two hands.

There was a little more...

Zaid, may I have a word?

- Now? - Yes, now.

Please count the napkins.

Yes?

I'm sorry, Zaid. Your brother has been brought to the emergency room.

- Why? - He's severely injured.

- Hey... don't go in there. - Out of my way!

It doesn't look good, Zaid. There's nothing we can do.

- Go. I'll tell them. - Okay.

Come here.

Thank you.

Nothing could be done.

Yasin. Yasin... no, no, no...!

Do you need some more time? I could...

No, that's fine. Let's get it over with.

- Unite him! - There is no god but God.

- Unite him! - There is no god but God.

There is no god but God.

Muhammad is the messenger of God.

Paradise is a right. Hell is a right.

And the end of the world is a right.

In honour of the deceased we will say Al-Fatiha together.

May God bless your presence.

Torben...

- My wife, Stine. - Hi. Torben.

- Congratulations. - Thank you.

- What are you having? - A boy.

That's good.

Stop by. It would be nice to see you.

I think you should go to your parents for a couple of hours.

I can't handle it. Not right now. I'll do it tomorrow.

I think it would be a good idea to go hold your mom and talk with your dad.

- Right? - Yeah, okay.

Good.

- Shall I go talk... - No, you're not going anywhere.

Yeah! What do you think I want? Take a wild guess.

From our summer vacation.

When he was a baby.

Who are you?

My condolences. I'm Alex. I was Yasin's friend.

His friend?

What happened to him?

If you know anything, you can tell me. I'm talking to the police tomorrow.

I thought as much. Have a good smoke. Isn't that what you say?

Hey, wait.

I know he worked at the trap house at Lunden for a guy called Branco.

- What was he doing there? - What do you think?

Alex? Zaid.

- Zaid? Hi. Welcome. - Thank you.

Let me just say that what happened was deeply tragic.

It's never okay when someone young dies.

You must give yourself time to process it.

Have you talked to anyone? A psychologist perhaps?

No, I haven't but...

I'm a doctor myself so...

Thanks. Claus, I came here to find out -

- how the investigation is going. Any suspects?

No, we're not quite there yet, I'm afraid.

Okay. I stopped by my parents yesterday -

- and 30-40 thugs were hanging out around the mall.

I had a feeling that they...

Have you talked to any of them?

No. We don't accuse people at random.

We can't go around suspecting everyone with dark skin and brown eyes.

No, of course not, but that is the area you're focusing on?

We keep all options open.

Claus, we have a tip on the other case that we should move on now.

- Would you excuse me a minute? - Sure.

- Apologies, Sadid. - Zaid.

Zaid, yes of course. There are so many names to remember, so...

But, Zaid, as soon as we hear anything, you'll be the first to know.

- Right. - I hope I was of some help.

Janni Svendsen is a 72-year-old woman at out ambulatory in Herlev.

She has a chronic dissection.

In good condition. Elderly but with functioning lungs and kidneys.

Should we operate on her? We don't know when it happened?

She's at great risk of dying.

Zaid, damn it, man. I'm sorry to hear about your brother.

- Are you okay? - Yeah. Are your paintings selling?

Yeah, that one right there...

Hey, babe. What's up?

Hi. Good to see you.

I've sold three to a private showing. Same guy. Jens Peter Brask.

Biggest collector ever.

Hey, guys!

Hi, hello sweetie. It's been forever.

- You were passing out jelly shots. - It's the last thing I remember.

Anders and Zaid, I want you to meet... Zaid, get over here.

Ronnie. The King of Copenhagen.

- And Shami. - Hi.

Will you excuse me? I just need to...

Get some for me. I just need one. I'll mobile-pay you.

- Sure. - Thanks, sweetie.

What the hell? Keepin' warm in the car?

...a few months maybe, but we don't have a few months. We need more time.

Take care, alright? Thanks, guys.

Hey, Zaid. It's freezing. Aren't you coming inside?

Aren't you coming inside? Don't stay out here.

It's not good for you.

- Sorry! Sorry... - Go join your guests.

Hey... Hey! What's going on?

I'm just getting some fresh air.

Hail a cab, okay?

Is anything exciting going down in the Middle East?

Just because it doesn't matter to you doesn't mean it doesn't matter to me.

Did you talk to the police?

What can the police do?

What can the police do?