BROTHERS IN ARMS
- They're rolling. - Ok, thanks.
Have a nice day! Don't cut yourself on the paper.
I'd like to switch, but the office needs someone who can read.
- Does he always get the last word? - Please be kind to the weak.
Hello, Egil! The cars are leaving now.
- They'll be there in ten. - I'm ready. Ten minutes?
No, sorry. Ten days of course.
Notify them by mail.
Norwegians!
- Here they come. - Ok, Egil. They're here now.
- The stage is yours. - Ok.
Ok, Johan, This was your tip. What do you see?
Felix and Seth Rydell...
Frank Wagner, Martin Borhulth, Viktor Eriksen and Conny Lloyd.
Damned fool... Conny.
Zoom the camera a bit closer, Gnistan.
23,000 per piece.
- We could arrest them all. - But we won't.
We won't take those thugs today.
Yes?
Turn up the volume. I want more sound.
Well...
Mmm...
Bring over the other one.
- Magazine? - He's good. Where did you find him?
There are services and favours.
Patrick helped the Norwegians by playing the villain in a deal there last year.
Wait a minute. We need to talk.
Is there something to talk about?
I don't sell by the piece any more.
- Take the whole lot or we won't do business. - What the hell is this?
- We agreed on six. - And now I say 12.
You buy 12 or we close up shop and go home. You choose.
You're kidding me, right?
Is that a no, then?
Zoom the camera a bit. Closer. Good.
Yes, Egil, continue.
-You're breaking our fucking agreement! - I'm being nice to you.
I'll give you first chance, but I want to sell them all.
- It's breaking the fucking contract! - Pipe down now, Fleksnes.
So call a consumer advocate. It's all or nothing.
It leaves me in the shit.
- There's the money. I'll take the weapons. - Conny!
Drop the bags. D'you hear me? Drop the bags!
What?
Chill out, chill out!
The ear piece!
Easy, easy...
There's a new deal now. Take it!
What are you going do? All or none. Decide.
It was hard to get the money. I can't do it.
You know that.
- The customer has pulled out. - Fine. Come on, guys, we're leaving.
Ok, what do we do now?
We let them go. Nothing has changed.
We'll let them walk.
- You heard. Just pack up. - Ok.
- Can I do anything else? - No, hell.
- I can't do more. - It's enough.
Johan! Better stick to office equipment next time.
Don't be discouraged over some Kalashnikovs. Clas Ohlson has better-looking replicas.
- Are you going to the gym, Dick? - I don't have time today.
- Welcome home. - Thank you!
Give him time. He'll be in touch when he can.
He probably knows more than you right now.
Tell me.
Someone rang Seth Rydell. Then, we didn't buy.
- Do you think they knew? - What? That we were there?
Then, the Norwegians will be obliged to give us a new colleague now.
I think Rydell had a better offer.
Someone who wanted to buy all 12.
I've never seen anything like it. Cancelling an on-going deal!
- We'd have bought the whole lot ourselves. - Absolutely. There, I agree.
We'd have sudsidized the underworld with a quarter million directly from the Treasury.
- Great! I love the Swedish people. - Do you want shops robbed using the weapons?
We had the money.
Ultimately, it's better than having the other 6 scattered all over town
- Are all 12 bound for one buyer?
Contact all your informants out there. Let's see what they can find out.
Someone's not content with half a dozen AK-47s, but must have all 12.
It's hardly about an ordinary robbery.
Linda, a double vodka and Sprite?
Niki, you cover for me down there?
I'll have a beer.
Cheers!
Come on. One more.
Cheers, guys!
- How do you think it went today? - Good. Don't you?
Good. But do you know what I'm doing here?
I meet people, I make contacts...
People trust me. You know why? I stand by my word.
People rely on my word.
I pull in a casual shopper, who leaves with 140 salmon.
What the hell do you think he's saying about me after you pissed on him?
- You think you know everything, right? - Obviously not.
You'll thank me when we're done with this.
Try saying that to the little boys inside the jail.
"little boys in prison"...
We'll go upstairs. Sitting here and talking is ridiculous.
I don't know what you're doing.
You're my boss, with all due respect. But I don't know what you're doing.
I thought we'd make money; not make lots of new enemies.
Hope you can damn well get paid by the new buyers, whoever they are.
We will.
You are so fucking angry all the time, Frank.
What's that?
Call it a "shopping list", if you want.
Are you kidding me?
- Are we taking this on? - Yes.
There won't be any problems?
- Hey, Frank! - Hello.
Do you have some snort?
- Ask Seth. Not here! - No... Give me a shot then.
- Aah, you have money! That's new? - Yes.
- You, too? - I'm buying.
- Here's to you. - Leave it there!
Here's to you, Frank. Cheers.
- You did well today. - Keep the money.
You stood up for us even though Seth blew our deal.
- We back each other up, right? - That's not all.
You helped me. You were at the hospital when my mom...
I did it for you. I wouldn't do it for anyone else.
Another one.
Did you see the list?
- What's MGL? - Multi-Grenade Launcher.
Some damn rocket launcher that fires three shells in seconds.
- Who the hell is it? - I don't know.
It isn't our job to find out.
You're crazy to worry about it. He'll contact you when he can.
What's he doing?
- He saved our Norwegian today. - Yes. Egil said so.
Egil said that? He exposes himself to a hell of a lot.
Egil saw, and I don't know who else in our team...
It's inevitable that the group will eventually begin to suspect...
...What we see out there. What you see, I see, Sophie sees.
It's happens. But everything stops here.
All right. And what will the prosecutor do?
What prosecutor?
What? No, but wait a minute...
- What the hell are you saying? - What the hell do you think?
- Do we bypass the prosecutor? - How else can we operate?
We'll look like idiots if we call him before we have a suspect.
- But, what the hell!
We don't know if Seth Rydell will sell a dozen Kalashnikovs.
- You need to think it through. - No one said we're working without a prosecutor!
Who's the investigator? You?
- If you have a better way, let me know. - And this is acceptable to you?
- It's the job. - It isn't us who take the risk.
No one is forcing him to do this. He's a pro.
We are pros! He runs a restaurant and you lured the poor fellow into this.
Take an early evening, John.
Go home.
Have you got the apartment in order? How does it feel?
Good. It'll be nice. Yes, more or less...
Have you got anything up on the walls? Ola's picture of the clown?
Absolutely, it's in the hall now.
I'm looking at it right now.
Our project then? Did you talk further with the broker?
No, hell! Forgive me. I haven't reached him. There's been so much crap.
Or are you feeling pretty good right there?
What do you mean?
Shouldn't we have more to say...
When we haven't seen each other for so long?
- What? Haven't we? - Have we? Do you think so?
Yes, or course, we're talking now.
I'm just fed up. Ola's driving me crazy. He needs so much attention.
All right. But... What about him? Is he well?
- Yes. - And Nina?
They're fine. It's just too late. You know how it is.
All right.
- Give him a kiss. - Yes. I'll call tomorrow.
- Good. - Hey!
Hello!
- Did you sleep? - Yes, indeed.
- What is it? Tired? - It was a tough day.
And now you want to go back to sleep, right?
No, now that you've woken me up, you can blame yourself.
- Hey! Subject matter "Vnd"? - Upstairs, aisle three.
Humour!
I read what you wrote.
It is perfectly okay, and I'll understand if you want to jump ship...
...after. But we need you now more than ever.
- You have children, right? - Yes.
- How many? - Two. One's from my wife's 1st marriage.
How old is yours?
Five. A boy.
When you got him...
...Didn't you get a feeling then...
I was there when your mother was buried.
There was a girl with a pram some distance away.
Is that her?
That list you e-mailed me...
- If it's true... - It is.
Broadly speaking. I may have forgotten some things.
If it's true, is anyone getting ready for a small war.
Something is gonna happen and we must act.
But we can't do it without your help.
I said to them today I'd like to opt out.
And you think that's okay with them?
My mother just died. It isn't even a lie.
I don't want to be in a position where they no longer need me. It's that simple.
I've seen what they do.
They kill their own on the smallest pretext. Imagine if they knew we were talking!
Yes, but hasn't it always been dangerous?
It's a little different now when you have something to lose.
- Think this through. - I have done.
Think a bit more then.
"The first step is taken. I love you"
Send...
Hey!
It's Martin. I need help.
What happened? I can't hear you.
- I need help, Frank! - Where are you?
Your place.
Shit!
What the hell happened? What the hell happened?
Stay awake now.
Who did this?
Martin, who? I don't know...
- What? - I don't know.
Of course you know. Who did this? Tell me!
Who? Who?
- Se... - What did you say?
Seth.
- What's your assessment? - We'll get nothing more there.
And I understand him. I'd have done the same thing.
Despite this, you realize you can't reveal the source?
We have no one else out there who knows anything.
This is damn serious, Johan.
- We have to take it upstairs. - To the Prosecutor?
They're downstairs. I said "up".
"Armour-piercing rocket grenades"?
Yes, or maybe it's called gun grenade in Swedish.
- preparations for war? - I don't know.
Who prepares for this kind of war?
We only know someone has ordered it.
It's not good to have something like this it in the wind.
- You wanted something. - Yes, we are all done here.
The priority now. Now we try to get as much information as we can.
- Nothing that affects the rest of us? - Yes?
Can I suggest something?
If I was making this strategic decision...
I wouldn't act for a while, unless something new happens.
Leave it a few days. Until we learn more.
- What is it? - Welcome aboard.
You're beginning to think like us.
Come on!
Was that a compliment?
I will say this: your friend has been incredibly lucky.
No internal bleeding, two cuts but no fractured ribs.
- So he'll be alrightf? - He's been stitched here and there.
However, he'll be on his feet in a few days.
You know we have a notification requirement on this, huh?...
If I don't think he fell. What do you do think?
I can think of something if you want; but that's what happened.
He has been given pain killers and is sleeping now.
Would you like to stay, we'll tell you when he wakes up.
Thank you.
Here, check this out... Good!
Typically, it also rings.
Other line now.
- What the hell are you doing? - Glad to hear from you.
You almosty beat him to death. Do you have a good reason?
There at the harbour yesterday, with the Norwegian...
don't ask me how, but the cops were there and knew everything.
- How do you know? - Does it matter?
The important thing is I know.
We should be glad the deal didn't happen.
How do...
You miss the point. We were being watched, so somebody squealed.
One of us. Are you with me?
- Martin? - Hmm, it could be Martin.
What do you mean by that?
You almost killed one of our guys because it might be him?
Sorry if the wrong person got the message.
But I'm convinced the signal will reach the right person.
- You are sick, Seth. - It comes from my tough upbringing.
The stuff is about to show up. You check everything's in place before we ship.
If you don't, we'll have big problems.
Do you understand what I'm saying?
What they are angry at Dad!
- How's the situation? - Good.
The doctors think you're the worst geek.
The world is in chaos, and you've received a small cut.
Frank?
I didn't squeal.
- I didn't squeal. - I know.
- Hey! - Hi. It's me.
I just wanted... What are you doing?
Studying, If I'm let go at the office, I must upgrade myself.
Is it 15 November when he starts kindergarten?
Mmm.
Has something happened?
No...
- It's just some stuff. - What?
Nothing dangerous. I promise.
But I'll sleep in town tonight, just in case.
You'll turn into the world's worst house father.
Sometimes it would feel better if you got a little angry instead.
There'll be an end to this. I promise.
- Kiss. - Kiss.
Call me. We must talk more.
You don't waste words, do you?
Are you surprised?
You've always complained that I talk too much.
You know what I mean. Locked doors, half-sentences...
Nobody knows what you're doing, and now you're right there.
You were secretive about yourself; not about the job.
No, but I'll do better.
I'll keep quiet about my personal life too.
You...
- Yes? It's me. - Hey!
- How are you? - Good.
I'm still on the job, got to work a little late.
Can I call you then? I have a meeting.
- Sure. - Good. Hugs.
- Yes, it's Anja. - Hey!
Are you gonna work all night or do you want a ride?
Why did you come back?
Europol. You could have gone anywhere in the world.
What? Would you have liked that?
Huh?
I don't know if it's appropriate, but if you want, I have tea.
No sandwiches, but tea and...
Yes, tea.
- Is it programmed to do that? - No, nothing like that.
NEED TO KNOW IF YOU HAVE SURVEILLANCE ON ME
But... we'll do it another time.
Tea, that is. All right.
Hey, wait...
That meeting with JÃƒÆ’Ã‚Â¤gerstrÃƒÆ’Ã‚Â¶m. Are you doing anything?
- Anything? - Do you have someone under surveillance?
Why are you asking me? I don't even know what you're talking about.
All right. Good.
NO NOTHING ABOUT WHAT YOU ASKED. I'LL GET BACK TO YOU.
SOS 112 What is your emergency?
I want to report an apartment house brawl.
- What's the address? - Viktoriagatan 11.
- An ongoing assault? - Right now.
- Are you nearby? - I live below.
- Have you been up and checked? - No, I haven't dared go up there.
- She's screamng all the time. - Ok, we'll send the police.
If he isn't a cop, who the hell is he?
Do they have reason to suspect you of anything?
Apart from having a smoke with you?
I've been so damn cautious.
Seth knew you had surveillance at the harbour.
- How the hell did he know that? - He thought Borhulth talked.
No...
It was a signal.
A signal?
Well...
You...
You know what I'm going to say now, right?
Don't let them think they can scare you.
I don't say it because I want to keep you.
I do, of course, but that isn't why.
It is so.
The weapons are on the way.
Seth doesn't know who squealed, but he needs me...
To check all the weapons and manage the whole thing.
What have you heard about...
...me in the Foreign Legion?
- Only that you were there. - Not as long as people think.
When I got down to Marseilles, I more or less turned around at the door.
Crazy Frenchmen striking you on the head and screaming...
They want to break you down physically and mentally...
...and then build you up again.
I didn't learn how to dispose of a fucking Multi Grenade Launcher.
I googled a bit yesterday. The same type.
All right.
- Seth's little brother is here now. - Ok.
Can you pay these?
Start with Inkasson and then the others. There should be enough left over.
How nice! We can get through another month.
- So this is a MGL? - Don't touch it, hell!
Put on gloves or something.
What is your brother thinking? You're just like a little kid.
- We were just talking about you. - Really?
We have a prima donna who is too good for us.
- I'll have a cigarette. - I want to talk to you later.
- Have you locked up? - I'm not stupid.
Are you driving me home to Seth or shall I'll take the car?
Frank?
- Calm down! It's red. - Don't talk to me.
It's green!
You pussy! What the hell...
- Stay in the car. - I'm out here now.
It was just a small accident.
- How long have you been driving around like that? - What do you mean "driving around"?
What the hell...?
- Didn't you see it was broken? - I didn't seen anything.
I had no idea. Really...
Jonas! Hands on the roof, both of you!
Hands on the roof!
What the hell...
Frank, the police want to talk to you.
- Hey. - Hey!
- Frank. - Patrick.
- Nice to meet you. - Yes, unbelievable.
- Do you ever unlock them? - Yes. Sorry.
- Bend over, young man. - Yes, sir.
- Now this will sting a little bit. - Okay.
So.
Defence Research Institute
- Hey! - Hey.
- Hey, Hasse. - Welcome.
We'll go to the classroom.
- It's been a long time. - Yes, quite a while.
- How's civilian life? - Good. And yourself?
- You've lost weight - You've made up for it.
I wonder they don't me check out when the police bring in a guy with ski mask?
They think you are the police.
Here's the coffee. Who wanted sugar?
- Me. - Then we'll have cognac.
Welcome. I'll remove the guns...
before I start with the interesting item.
It's a Milkor MGL MK-1, a hand-held rocket propelled grenade launcher
Used as a support weapon.
The magazine holds six shots, three per second when fired.
And it revolves clockwise.
It's also interesting to note it has a functioning firing pin...
much like an ordinary revolver when I ll the trigger.
If I remove the firing pin, the weapon doesn't work. Full stop.
The firing pin is here...
And the interesting part is. I ca remove it, and still put everything else back together.
- Where does it fit, then? - It sits on top. Like this.
Excuse me. I'll just take this.
I think I'll stretch my legs, too.
How long can we keep doing this before people start to wonder?
When you refuse to cooperate with the police we can keep you 72 hours.
By that time you should be an expert on that gun.
Felix then?
He's undergoing some tough questioning right now, same as you.
I want to ask you something. Check out my apartment.
It's taken care of.
Officially, it was searched for weapons, which of course we didn't find.
However... I can promise you...
if anybody is monitoring you at any time, we'll discover it.
You have nothing that leads to your girl?
Good.
By the way, Borhulth is Okay.
He was discharged today. I thought you'd want to know.
- What happens now? - You'll be released the day after tomorrow.
one hour apart. Felix first.
From now on you can reach me on my cell phone around the clock.
So if you hear anything, whatever...
Have you been on holiday?
- How are you? - Ouch...
Hope you don't have any plans. We've got some things to do.
What the hell! did they release you or did you escape?
Well...
- What is wrong with you? - Tell me what the hell happened.
- I don't know what you mean. - Do we trust each other?
He, who trusts no one, is asking me?
Do you trust me? Do you trust me?!
Are you kidding me?
I sat in jail for three days, and you had someone spy on me.
Careful now, Frank. don't cross the line.
You put yourself in the shit. I didn't run into the fucking car.
- I'm not talking about some tail light. - What are you talking about?
Is this anyone you recognize?
What?
Come. Come on.
Frank Wagner, Swedish arms expert.
Everything is arranged.
I know I'm no saint...
- But I don't deserve to end up this way.
You don't deserve it.
Fly home with the kids tomorrow.
Leave Sweden before anything happens.
But what if you don't survive this?
What awaits me here is no life either.
I promise you. It can only get better.
I don't how to do it.
Popov's guys will do it. We'll take care of our part.
If I do a job, I must know what it's about.
This is no ordinary job. And they didn't only have surveillance on you.
They've looked at all of us. They are soldiers.
If they're so damned NATO, we can't do it without someone on the inside.
You can't do a prison break from the outside. Especially not close to the Riksbank.
You agree, right?
- You've never been a family guy. - What?
If you hadn't been so busy disliking people...
you might have found out something about them.
Tell Frank who my brother is married to.
Yes, she works at the prison shuffling paper in an office.
Stop the car.
Stop the car, I said. Stop the car!
Is your brother's girl fucking a prison guard?
Martin was inserted in one week.
If Felix is behind this, your damn brother...
I'll kick him so hard in the ass he won't be able to sit till 2015.
- Okay. Are you finished? - I'm done.
How to... It was pure coincidence we saw it.
Gisson and Alm wanted hamburgers at the harbour.
Don't ask me why, but so be it. That's life.
They see a black van parked just around the corner from the shed.
Out come two dudes and a chic carrying a camera bag and some other shit.
The guys are thinking "We'll tail them."
Where do you think they go?
They go down SkÃƒÂ¥negatan. Are you with me?
Who are we supposed to rescue?
You damned pussy! I'm not getting on board if I don't have any information.
His name is Milo Komacek. He's Serbian.
He's waiting for Hisingen to be flown to The Hague.
- Is he a war criminal? - I don't know.
But Popov is waiting for some people from Serbia...
To help him make sure Komacek misses the plane.
We will handle the practical, stuff... cars, weapons, maps...
Then we will keep a low profile.
The alternative is that we have the cops after us the rest of our lives.
Perhaps you want that?
Come on. Four Million.
We'll do it. You get one, I'll take one.
800 in expenses and the rest for the guys.
As I said, it's up to you.
Four...
Wait. Is there any of this that only you know?
Seth told me, so you can't use it.
I don't know how we'll ever be able to thank you.
I do it because I haven't a choice.
Yes, but thanks anyway.
Whatever you do, don't talk to the prison.
- We're not that fucking stupid! - No...
I just want to... I just want to get out of here now.
If any of this happens, people will die. Guaranteed.
Mmm.
There is one thing... everyone knows, not just me.
We're looking for two vans as ordered.
All right. Type?
Chevy, covered, pre-1999 models, before they had electronic locks.
- Have you any idea where to look? - One idea...
I would take a chance on self-service.
- "Self Service?" What? - Ask your colleagues.
There's a Chevy over there. How do we do it?
I called. They are on the way with a tow truck.
- Self Service? - Yes. What the hell did you think?
- Don't stay here all night now. - No, Rojas will relieve me at four.
Great. I'll see you.
No. I don't have the number, Roger! Can't you just send it?
...Helen, Johan, Nina and Ola's answering machine. Please leave a message.
Hey, baby. It's me.
I thought you'd call yesterday.
We haven't talked in a while and...
Yes, call me when you can. Bye!
Yes, sometimes it's nice to have a profession to be married to.
Listen, that thing in the warehouse last week with the Norwegian...
Yes, you can't help but see things.
So you noticed it too.
Okay. But you...
It doesn't mean you talk about it.
We're good at not talking about things we shouldn't know.
Goodbye.
- Hey! - Now, something's happened at Landvetter.
- Both cars? - Yes.
GPS working? - Yes, perfectly.
- Then we just have to wait. - Yes. Bye.
How do you know I'm not asleep?
Perhaps because every light in the whole apartment is on.
You're a sick bastard, Johan.
Yes, I know.
I bought some scones.
Are you hungry?
- Yes, I am. - Good.
- Then I'll let you in. - Yes, would you do that?
Fools errand!
That's a hell of a getaway. How many are they?
The order was for 12 Kalashnikovs, so it is hardly less than that.
That means three or four cars. At least.
To be fuelled up and deployed.
- How many are we? - You, me, Martin and Felix.
Then Kenneth Alm and Mack Gisson. Others I wouldn't risk talking to.
Six people?
To extract them from a fucking mini-war?
Please, Frank! don't be so negative all the time.
We usually work these things out
- We don't usually work with war criminals. - We're not working with old soldiers, either.
Use your imagination. Suppose...
You're a cop, and your car is hit by an armour-piercing grenade.
Isn't it a bit too messy to continue the pursuit?
It's Niki.
Sorry to disturb you, but Felix is downstairs.
- Send him up. - Okay.
Close the door!
Are we going to kill the entire police escort?
Whatever they choose to do, our role is finished.
It's getting worst than the fucking Palme murder!
Do you know how much money there is in this?
If we don't do it, someone else will.
- Seth? - What is it?
I have a date. It's going down.
They're moving Komacek next Friday.
No one's panicking.. But the convoy is leaving at seven to avoid traffic.
- How did you get here? - AngeredsvÃ¤gen, across the bridge.
- Not how. With what? - The cars.
Are you completely insane? You mean you...?
- Where is it now? - Outside. Completely legally parked.
You can't fucking mean you drove it across town.
You stupid fucking bastard!
You parked a car outside my restaurant?
Are you crazy in the fucking head, boy?
Will the cops be here before we even get started?
No way...
Do need to explain this to you?
Apparently. Then I'll explain it slowly so you get it.
What happens, Felix, if somebody catches sight of the car tonight?
What if the cops take us and hold us after the time we're supposed to start?
Do you think we can finish on time?
Do you believe that, I'm asking you?
Seth, hell man. I would...
No, no!
Come and check this out, Frank.
Come here.
What the hell is that?
It's a UV-marker.
Then we're under surveillance. They attached it so they can see it from a helicopter.
Then they've put more crap inside the cars.
Martin, can you take care of this?
Clean both the cars of everything that shouldn't be there. Will you?
Can you fix it?
Keys.
- Has it been quiet? - It's quiet everywhere. No problems.
Stop messing about and get in the car!
Good morning.
Would you like coffee? A little breakfast?
I'll have something when I get there. I'm already late.
Shall we talk even less with each other now?
It is clear we shouldn't.
I just have to... Is it okay?
Yes. Absolutely. It's fine.
- I'll take the bus. - Okay. See you.
- Hey! I'm on the way. I'll be there in five. - Good.
- The two vans are back. - What do you mean?
At Landvetter. Neatly parked, as if nothing had happened.
- Surveillance cameras then? - Two guys with hoods, as before.
They know that we know. We should touch base with other departments.
Now? What do you say to them without our guy getting killed?
- We must be creative. - I understand that.
A GPS in every car.
How the hell did they manage to do that?
We didn't know which cars we'd take. How the hell could they know?
Come on! Who is it?
There must be someone in the gang.
Your little prison whore may be babbling.
You think I'm discussing the job with the girl?
You're obviously stupid enough to drive through town with a stolen getaway car.
Shut up now, both of you!
You are standing there bickering like a couple of stoned squirrels.
We don't know how the cops know about this.
We only know that they do.
So far we agree, don't we?
It can't be anybody here.
Listen and do exactly as I say.
From now on, don't do anything alone.
Sleep, eat, shit, piss, I don't give a fuck...
The slightest strange behaviour, and I want to know about it immediately.
Nothing we've said applies any more.
Here and now we're starting from scratch.
Gisson and Alm will join in from now on.
What's up?
- What do we know? - Simply put...
Komacek will be rescued, but we don't know by whom?
Well, we know that.
I got it from a source in Europol, who received it through a contact in Serbia.
12 soldiers, it might be more, excluding Komacek...
while he's being escorted to Landvetter Airport next Friday.
Are they all Serbs? No Swedes?
The leader is Asim Popov.
According to Europol, he was Komacek's second in command during the Balkans War.
These days he's a mercenary.
He was here but we didn't act on it?
- Because you didn't even tell us. - We didn't realize the extent before.
But the list? Armour-piercing shells And you didn't understand the scale?
You must not be too smart, then.
We're where we are now. Komacek is not exactly a pussycat.
With his background, he'll be rotting in the Hague, and he knows it.
So what do we do?
As I see it, we have two ways out.
Preferably driving fast as hell before they intercept the convoy.
Say nothing to anybody, not even in the office.
The alternative is we provide as many escorts as we can.
Cordon off streets, alert National Intelligence, everyone...
You didn't answer if any Swedes are involved.
No.
I'll look at how soon we can move Komacek...
I'll go talk to the National Task Force immediately.
We'll get together again later...
...Two hours?
All right.
Oh yeah.
Wait a minute. It is...
Frank Wagner Auto Service.
All right.
All right. Yep.
Yes.
- What did he say? - We have received a major update.
- Nothing more? - No, hell...
My gut feeling is we're one step ahead.
- Is there is more? - Some.
I'll just lock up again. I'm coming.
We are on the way
They check each other now. We probably won't hear much more.
Sophie?
We checked all our contacts, but there's nothing going on.
Thank you.
We must have a plan B.
Do we even have a Plan A?
- Shall I help you with the pictures? - Yes, thanks.
What the hell!
Patrik?
- It's happening now. - Now?
- I'll alert the prison. - Brief me in the car.
Listen up!
Get ready to roll. We leave in two minutes.
Sophie! Grab your weapons. Check and load them.
Matte, we may need help with the traffic situation. Be ready.
All right. Thank you.
They are on the way.
RDE 769 is the licence number.
It's a yellow Volvo ambulance and they have a cop car escort.
Yellow ambulance with Registration RDE 769
It's escorted by a police car.
Listen! We have received information there will be a rescue attempt!
A Serb! Milo Komacek.
What the hell! Is he still there?
An ambulance with Komacek is en route to Östra Hospital. I'll contact the escort.
Understood. Matte, what's the traffic situation in the area?
It may be conjested in the tunnel, so aim for Götaälvbron.
Whether he's going to Östra Hospital or Sahlgrenska, they'll take the bridge.
- If they even come over to this side. - There are many other escape routes.
They could have a helicopter and a boat.
We don't know. We only know that they have a hell of a lot escape cars.
There! To the left.
- You can call that number now. - Thanks.
8713 here.
This is John Falk of GSI.
You are the target of a rescue attempt.
- What do you mean? - It's happening during transportation.
We have several cars to escort you, but we need to know your exact position.
We just passed Götaälvbron. We're heading towards Östra.
General call from 9801, the hijackers probably don't know which hospital.
They'll have to strike before the road divides, up ahead.
We'll take a different route, at Kruthusgatan.
Which fucking way are they going now?
Turn right there.
So now, he's stopped.
8713 here. We are stuck at a rail crossing at Kruthusgatan.
- There's a damn train. - Understood.
- 87-13 to 14? -Yes, 14 here. Come in.
I getting out to look around.
Damn, there are police cars.
Wait a minute.
Out now!
What the hell...?
Down!
Fuck!
Move!
Let's get out of here. Drive, damn it!
Why the hell doesn't it work?
Why doesn't it work?
What's this?
Huh? What is it?
What is this?
Let's go! Seth!
We gotta go!
Drive, damn it!
Out!
- Stay in the car, dammit! - On the ground!
Damn!
Careful now!
Martin! Goddamn...
Martin?
Martin!
What the hell...
You know what this is?
The reason the whole operation went to hell.
Hello.
I didn't know who to call.
No... Me neither.
My son...
...His name is Karl.
Mine is Ola.
Bad day to quit smoking.
Yes.
Really fucking bad.