The Quiet Ones (De lydløse)

GOTHENBURG, SWEDEN, 2007

It's not half past yet,

so we have to wait a couple of minutes.

Is everything okay at home?

Sure.

Except my daughter Asta is a brat.

Just you wait until you get kids of your own.

Geez. I can imagine.

How have your first days on the job been? Okay?

Fine. I have a good feeling.

Are they treating you okay?

I guess so.

- Sounds like them. - Hmm.

So, is it time?

- I think so. - Hmm.

I'll do it. Drink your coffee. You need it.

Great.

Mind the handle.

Yet another bank has filed for bankruptcy.

Asked whether we're facing an economic crisis,

financial advisor Kurt Samuelsson

answers reassuringly:

"There's no cause for concern."

"This was anticipated, and the market will stabilize."

For the first time since 1996,

IFK Göteborg won the Swedish title

after a well-deserved 2-0 win over Trelleborg.

Three teams were poised...

Jacob! Jacob!

Get in! Lock the door fast! Make sure to lock the door.

Keep calm, okay?

Calm down.

- I'll press the alarm. - What are we gonna do?

- Keep calm. - Get out of the car!

Just keep calm. Nothing's--

Fuck!

Out of the fucking car!

They're gonna kill us.

Okay, okay. They are not gonna...

Just keep calm. They can't get in.

Give me the keys!

- We don't have any more keys! - We only have two keys!

- Don't fucking lie to me! - You need two keys!

Come out!

As long as we stay in the van, we'll be okay.

I've pressed the alarm.

Show them who's in charge.

What the fuck are they up to now?

Give me the keys, or we'll use this.

We don't have any keys.

I'm gonna blow this shit up.

The new system requires two keys!

We haven't got them here.

Out! Out! Out!

- We have to stay in the van. - How can you be sure it works?

We have to stay in the van.

Do you hear me?

Stay here. No, Jacob!

No!

On your knees!

Marocco! Door is open!

Take the two bags.

I don't want your fucking bags!

I want the keys to the safe now!

Get the fuck out of here!

Yes, yes.

Get the fuck out of here!

- Okay, okay! - Go! Go!

Go!

On your fucking knees!

We haven't got the keys.

It's a new system!

Give me the keys to the safe now!

I said, last fucking chance!

What's going on with the doors?

You need two keys.

We only have one key!

Oh, my god! Oh, my God! Oh, my god!

Please, please.

I haven't seen your face.

You don't have to do it!

What do we do with her?

I haven't seen your face!

What now?

Get into the car!

Go, go, go, go, go, go!

THE QUIET ONES

BALLERUP, DENMARK

I can rap all day and it's really cool,

all my friends come over from school.

I can rap, and you won't regret it.

I don't have to say it, you already know.

Sara, eat your food instead of rapping away.

Uh...

Where the hell...

On your right, second drawer.

Okay.

Right.

My brother wants you to stop by the shop.

Some Moroccan wants to see you. He seems pretty impatient.

- Now? - Hmm.

Sweetie, don't bang it like that.

- What does he want with me? - Don't ask me.

Sweetie, you're zoning out. No, stop that. Let me cut it.

It's because Dad gave me fries and nuggets.

You may leave the table.

Clear away your plate, little lady.

Snitch...

Can I turn on the TV?

What?

Pick up your pace. You're too slow.

Come on!

Time!

All out of steam, Kasper?

Huh?

- Are you tired? - Nah.

I'm ready.

On your feet! Let's go!

Now!

Backpedal once you've hit him.

That's only mosquito bites. Bring it on, Kasper!

Right.

Seven point six kilograms.

The diet's working.

Fucking rice and chicken, man.

I'm sick of it.

- How's your stamina? - Getting there.

You need to show me that you want this.

Sure.

Forget it if your head isn't in it.

It is.

This is your last chance.

There's no such thing as number two, and you know it.

All that old crap is over.

It's all over, you know that.

We'd better renew your license.

That's what I wanna hear!

- Hi. - Hi, baby.

What's up, man?

Hi, it's me.

What did he say?

Are you ready to feel proud of me?

Sara wants to hear too.

- Okay, put her on. - Sara, come here.

Hi, Dad.

Hi, sweetie.

When will you be the Danish champ?

What? Did Mom say that?

Yes.

Uh...

Okay, wait.

Olaf...

...they want to know

when I'll be the Danish champ.

Start by winning your first fight.

Did you hear that?

Daddy has to win an easy fight first.

So he's almost the champ.

Hmm.

Try to fall asleep.

- Okay? - Why?

Sweetie, go to sleep and I'll be right back.

Yes?

Meet me underground.

You Kasper?

Yeah.

Who are you?

Why are we down here?

You don't know what I've done, my friend.

A lot of eyes on me.

You didn't want to see me earlier?

I was busy.

Yeah?

Yeah.

I've heard very good stuff about you.

Your brother-in-law...

He says you have brains.

Real brains.

That's nice.

- I need someone I can trust. - I heard about you guys.

You fucked up in Sweden last year.

Yeah, I know, I know.

So?

So...

It's something else. Big money.

Fifty.

Quiet ones.

Fuck off, man.

There are five places like this

in Copenhagen.

That means that 20 percent

of the entire transactions in the city goes there.

The whole building?

No.

The rest is just a piece of shit storage.

What are they storing?

Heat pumps and dirty tires.

And how does the money depot look on the inside?

That's the best part.

What's this?