Sons (Vogter)

Good morning, Minik! Did you sleep well?

Yes.

- Hi, Eva. - Morning, Frank.

Morning, Jimi. Did you sleep well?

Yeah, yeah.

Morning, Mahmoud. Did you sleep well?

You know it.

Morning, Allan.

...Two... I don't fill it up.

Only to around here.

...Three. There we go. Then you slide it in here. See?

You try it.

Then you press the red button. Eva responding.

Open up, you fucking junkie! Hey! Lasse!

Calm down.

What? 20 people are waiting to shower!

Lasse? The others want to shower too.

- 20 people are waiting! - Shut it.

Do we really have to do this every day?

Y equals half of X multiplied by four. And X equals three.

So what is X multiplied by four?

Three multiplied by four?

- You know this. - 12.

Do you want to write it down? Then I'll do it.

Right... Twelve divided by two?

- Hi, Eva. - Hi, Arne.

Let's start by getting into a position

that's comfortable enough to hold.

Close your eyes.

Begin to take slow and deep breaths.

Allow each breath to calm your mind.

And your body.

And your heart.

Now, begin to look inwards.

See if you're perhaps holding anger

in certain places of your body.

With kindness and compassion see if

you can identify any of those places.

- Hello. - Hi.

Eva.

Eva, I have to talk to you.

Just a second, Jannick. Just a second!

- You need the toilet? - Yes.

- Hi. - Hi.

How's it going?

Nearly done. I'll take the mail down.

- I meant, are you okay? - Why?

- You've seemed a bit distant. - Oh.

I can cover your night shift.

- No thanks. I'm fine. - You always help us...

I said no! Thanks.

Fine.

- The mail from Vester 5. - Right.

Stop.

Continue.

And stop!

- I need your signature. - Carry on.

Will you sign, please?

And stop.

Continue.

Stop. Go on.

Go.

Take a deep breath in.

And as you breathe out,

allow the feeling to drift away slowly.

Now from this space that is more peaceful and serene...

Silence!

Hold it for a bit.

And exhale out.

Sorry.

What's the matter?

Then you'll have to call Mum.

Yes, try calling her again.

I can't talk right now. I'm in a meeting.

You do that. Great. Bye.

I'm sorry about that. My youngest daughter is...

She's having a hard time.

So... Well, you know.

- Do you have any children? - No.

What did you want to talk about, Eva?

Yes, well...

When I started working in this prison...

There were some...

There were some things that weren't completely transparent.

- With regards to me. - Yes?

Yes, and then... Now I'm...

...in a situation...

A situation? What kind of situation?

You could say that...

...that I've become biased.

- You're biased? - Yes.

In what context?

Are we talking about a prisoner?

No.

- It's not a prisoner? - No.

It's a colleague from my block.

I see.

Did you talk to your supervisor?

No, I don't feel like doing that.

I don't want to make a big deal out of it.

I don't understand why you're coming to me.

I want to apply for a transfer.

- A transfer? - Yes, to another block.

- Is that all? - Yes.

Departments are short-staffed, so...

- I want Centre Zero. - I'm sorry?

I'd like to be transferred to Centre Zero.

- That's a high security block. - Yes.

Fine, let's have a look...

Morning. Eva.

Hansen. I'm the new...

- Morning. - Yeah, yeah, morning.

- Eva? - Yes.

- Rami, head of department. - Hello.

- Welcome. - Thank you.

- You're from Vester 5? - Yes.

- So only weak prisoners? - I wouldn't call them that.

But I'm here to learn.

You can start by removing those.

Right.

And we don't wear that leash around our necks.

Right, morning assembly, come on!

Turn that music off!

013, food.

Good morning.

015, food.

Good morning.

017, food.

017, get up!

Get a move on.

019, food.

Relax!

Let's turn him around.

Relax! Relax.

He's spitting. Eva, get the pillow.

Turn his head.

Nice and easy.

Five minutes left. Five minutes.

What the hell are you doing?

What are you doing at 017?

We never enter a prisoner's cell alone!

- Yes, but... - But what? But what?

I was on my way home when I heard a noise from 017.

I wanted to make sure everything was fine.

- Have you read 017's case file? - No.

All right...

Mikkel Iversen, 25 years old.

Five years into a 16-year sentence.

Five years ago, he was already imprisoned.

He was serving for a minor offence when

he had a fight with a fellow prisoner.

- You don't need to... - Here we are.

A young guy his own age. Simon Hansen. 19 years old.

They started fighting.

Look at me when I'm talking to you!

Look at me.

They started fighting.

But what separates our 017 from the typical prisoner is...

that he doesn't just hit the

other person or head-butt him.

He goes into the communal kitchen...

and unscrews a kitchen knife from the wire.

He then takes the knife into the other guy's cell and stabs him.

Several times.

In the chest. And in the face.

In the throat.

Killing him on the spot.

This kid is serving a 16-year sentence...

for a murder committed in prison.

He's dangerous. Completely unpredictable.

Like everyone else down here.

They're not suitable for rehabilitation.

None of them are.

Maybe you're not suited for this block.

Are you?

Get home safely.

I'm sorry.

- Next! Keep a distance. - Relax.

Shut up, or go back to your cell.

Three cigarettes.

Here you are.

Next!

Five.

- Five cigarettes. - Yes.

- 017, right? - Yes.

Sorry.

What do you mean?

You've run out of cigarettes.

No, I haven't. 017, a packet of Red Skjold.

Check again.

There aren't any.

Let me in.

- I can't... - You stupid fucking cow!

Give me my fucking smokes! Fuck you!

- Give me my fucking smokes! - Do you want solitary?

- I'm going to the yard! - Do you want solitary?

Come here. Calm down.

Shut up!

Next.

- Three cigarettes. - Yes.