Straight Forward (2019–…): Season 1, Episode 1 - Episode #1.1 - full transcript
Two hours.
Let's go!
Hello?
Martin, how long?
15 minutes max.
We don't have 15 minutes.
The buyer's coming.
Five minutes.
-Five minutes tops!
Hello?
They're both coming.
Go! Go! Go! Go! Go! Go!
Thank you, boss.
Lovely.
The old double sale?
Works every time!
Well, they can't exactly
go to the cops, can they?
"Officer, I've been ripped off!
Trying to buy stolen goods."
Afternoon, all.
Nice to be working with you
on one at last.
Well, I hope you haven't damaged
too much of my furniture.
I can still sell it.
Thank you very much.
Want a drink to celebrate?
No time to celebrate, guys.
Back on duty.
- Tak.
- Selv tak.
No, that's nice.
Where?
All of us?
Okay.
No.
No, you know I like surprises.
Okay.
Morfar!
Hey!
Here she is!
- Hi!
- Hello, love.
- Hi. Good to see you.
- How are you?
- All right?
- I'm good.
- You look lovely.
- Merci.
- Hej, Far.
- Hey.
Hey.
You had a good trip?
Good, love.
Yeah, yeah, good.
Turned over a whole lot
of furniture.
Not literally.
-No.
All right.
- Here's to commerce.
- Yeah.
- Skal.
- Skal.
- Skal.
- Skal.
It was a marquee.
That's -- That's a big tent
Here we go again.
Dad.
Anyway.
Your grandmother
was standing in front of it.
It was a wedding.
I'd just come over from England.
I'd been here a couple of weeks,
working with Victor.
Mormor's dad.
Yeah.
Your great-grandfather.
Anyway.
I saw her.
And I said to myself, "There's
gonna be another wedding soon."
- And there was.
- And there was.
And there was.
A bit longer
than I wanted, though.
Took six weeks to get her
to even look at me.
You were too young.
Behave, love.
A year? What's a year?
That's just 12 months.
And then life.
Anyway, I won in the end.
- Hey, hey!
- Persistence.
Did Dad have to be
persistent with you, Mum?
No.
That was a bit different.
Not quite so romantic.
He -- He followed you
from the U.K.
Didn't he, Morfar?
Yeah, yeah.
A couple of blokes did.
Right, then.
Who's for dessert?
And he worked for Victor.
With you.
- What did you guys really do?
- Ida.
It was a lovely meal, Des.
-Tak, skat.
- Thanks for dinner, Morfar.
- That's all right.
- I'm sorry.
- It's all right. It's all right.
Ida...
I'll -- I'll just --
I'm gonna...
Go on.
Go on, you go.
I'll get the bill?
My treat?
Then I get to take
your mother home.
My treat.
Yeah.
Thanks, Dad
All right.
Hey. Hey.
She's growing up, all right?
She's allowed to speak her mind.
- All right?
- Love you.
Good night, sweetheart.
- Night.
- Sov godt.
Thanks, mate.
All right, darling?
It's freezing.
- Yeah.
- Taxi's on its way.
Aah!
Ja, okay.
Jesus. Sylvia!
What the hell is it?
Answer your phone.
I need you to take Ida.
What? Now?
That could be a problem.
I'm entertaining, aren't I?
- Dad...
- Yeah, just get rid of her.
Get some clothes on, sweetheart.
My father's been hurt and
Lisbeth's in a really bad way,
so I -- I'll come back as soon
as I know what's going on,
and I'll pick her up, okay?
Yeah. Yeah, okay. Of course.
Come on, darling
- Hej.
- Hej.
What the fuck happened?
She doesn't know.
And don't tell her.
He's been shot.
It's bad.
I had to leave Ida
with her fucking father.
There'll be police
all over the place,
and now this.
I'd better call Martin and Per.
They'll be crushed.
- Who did it?
- Who do you think?
Fuck.
Ravn.
That fucking bastard.
You sure about
letting the cops...
See me?
Do I have a choice?
They all know his background.
They all know
he's got a daughter.
And I just have to
make her uninteresting.
Martin! No!
Come on, man.
Not like this!
You'll get yourself killed.
Wait for Sylvia.
Sylvia Petersen?
Ja.
Lisbeth, um...
Fru Petersen?
- Want a drink?
A coffee.
I'll get you a coffee.
I don't need a cup of coffee.
If I...
If I need you to,
can you take her?
Yeah, of course.
Good. Thanks.
Where are her things?
- Well, she can stay now.
- No.
Her grandmother needs her.
She needs to have
people around her.
There's the funeral, and then
they can
just look after each other.
- What about you?
- Me?
I don't know.
But this --
this isn't where it ends.
Nothing to do with me.
No?
We have descriptions
that fit an employee of yours
and video footage from a shop
next to the restaurant.
You should supply a gym
for your people,
help them stay in shape.
I'll give it my consideration.
Good.
Because right now my colleagues
are gathering more evidence.
Big guy.
Overweight.
Where is he?
No idea.
What, you think I know
all my employees?
Where they go?
Who they are?
I run a big operation here.
Restaurants, clubs, property.
Did you order this shooting?
Like I said --
Nothing to do with me.
I don't even know the guy.
Will that be all, Detective?
No.
Skinny guy, greasy hair.
He was driving.
Do you know him?
Fatty and skinny.
Sure.
I'll keep an eye out for them.
So will we.
Desmond Petersen
was a small-time operator.
Last we heard, he was
shipping goods from Belarus.
What did he do
to get up your nose?
Qvist, the only thing
that gets up my nose
is the occasional line
of cocaine.
Recreationally, of course.
It's still illegal.
Be my guest.
Mr. Ravn's sense of humor.
You can't be arrested
for questionable jokes, can you?
No.
But you can
for conspiracy to commit murder.
And when I tie this to you,
that's exactly what
you'll be charged with.
You have a good night.
Do you want them
to go on holiday?
Jumbo and Corky?
I want them to not fuck up!
Sylvia?
You need to talk?
Be left alone?
Or...
Move.
Come on.
Are you angry?
Then be angry.
-Come on!
Come on.
Aaaah!
Fuck off.
I never killed anybody.
But I want to hurt him.
I know.
I just want to hurt him real...
...real bad.
I know.
You know the best way
to hurt that bastard?
Yeah.
Steal his damn money.
As much of it as we fucking can.
What do you need?
I need to know how,
and I need you to get on
those fucking computers
and work your magic.
Well.
Look who it is.
Thresher.
Qvist...
Okay!
Bingo.
Mor?
Dav.
Ja, um...
Mor...
- Mor...
- Ja.
Okay.
Justice has to be served.
Sylvia.
I think I've got something.
It's a lot of money
About 18 million kroner.
So, you think we should move it?
Given the current situation,
cops paying calls --
It'd be unfortunate
if they decided
to execute a search warrant,
yes.
They're going to hide it here,
at his warehouse, near Koge.
- How do you know that?
- E-mail.
They're upgrading
the security there.
I know it's risky,
but we only have one chance.
I'm not leaving 18 million
kroner in a fucking shed.
A shed with a vault.
I'll get more alarms put in,
cameras.
Okay.
Fort Knox.
So the money doesn't get there.
When do they move it?
Only two days.
Around 2:00 a.m.
- This route.
- We'll have to get a wriggle on.
I need Ida and Mor to be safe.
Martin has found an apartment.
And the Blind Man is already
working on their documents.
Martin,
we'll move them tomorrow.
So, we do this.
Ida...
Let's go snatch
a big, juicy bone
from under a rabid dog's nose.
We've never done a job
like this before.
I know.
But we can't let this go.
All right.
Everything set?
All set. I've got cameras
in your apartment in case.
That's good.
Last run-through, then.
It all goes down here
at the tunnel.
This would be a great place
for hiding the car too.
And then I think this
should get their attention.
Not your usual taste.
Should work, though.
I'dstop.
They won't have
any other option, anyway.
So...
Stop the van
and hit him where it hurts.
Right in the hip pocket.
Okay.
We take his money.
Parasite like him,
best way to hurt him.
Okay.
2:00 a.m., then.
Right here.
They're keeping it low-key.
Only two men.
I know.
But it's still dangerous.
Get out of
the fucking car! Go! Go!
Move! Move!
Get down!
Get on your face!
Get down!
Get down!
Don't move!
Come on.
Come on, move it!
Move it!
Fuck it!
Fuck! Fuck!
Go! Go! Go!
-Go! Go!
Go! Go! Go!
Toft?
Ravn.
How much?
About 18 million kroner.
When?
Tonight.
Koge.
I'll call back with the details.
Qvist.
Qvist.
Kom.
Kom.
Hey!
Shit.
Ingunn!
Huss.
Shit.
H-How did you...
Long story.
How did the cops get onto us?
We've got no fucking idea.
At least we've got his money.
Shit.
There is people
in your apartment.
There is no way they're cops.
No.
It must be Ravn.
Fuck.
How the fuck did he know
it was us?
I've got to get
to Lisbeth and Ida.
No.
No, your family is not safe
around you now.
Get rid of this.
You're right.
I run, and they will
come after me.
You keep Lisbeth and Ida hidden
until I get in touch.
There must have been a leak.
First the cops,
now these people.
We need to get you out now.
But we need to get Lisbeth
and Ida moving first.
-Ja.
Hej.
My family is
your responsibility.
- Keep them safe.
- We'll deal with this end.
You get to the airport.
Go anywhere.
Okay.
So, what about you guys?
We'll put up a front.
Me?
Back to the keyboard.
You get as far away as you can.
Yeah?
We'll get your share to you.
Just make sure my family
is okay,
and get out of here?
We will.
Sylvia?
Cover your tracks.
Make a connection.
Change planes.
Somewhere as unlikely
as possible.
No credit card.
As if.
Hey...
Be careful.
Ida?
You were supposed to stay
by the phone.
Ja, ja.
Ida was taking care of that.
Well, where is she now?
I don't know.
She was just here.
Fuck.
Look, I've got
to get you out of here.
- What happened?
- It went pear-shaped.
Cops, heavies, all over us.
You've still got
the throwaway phones, right?
Of course I have.
What about Ida?
All right, just get dressed.
And call her.
- Okay.
- I promised to take care of you.
Sylvia is gonna freak.
Awfully kind.
- Sylvia?
- Hej, Mor.
Hej, Mor.
Hej, skat.
You didn't tell her
about the kid?
You think she'd get on a plane
if I told her we had problems?
Who were you calling?
I was just making sure
the trains were on time.
Okay.
You don't know
where they fucking are?
The kid finally answered.
We pick her up. I take them
to the fucking station.
I tell them to wait
in the ladies while I park.
- I get back -- gone.
- On the train?
They weren't on
the fucking train.
The fucking train
was still there.
I checked.
Lisbeth has panicked.
We've got to find them
before Ravn does.
- Ravn's guys.
- No, I don't think so.
The ticket guy said
he saw them taking off,
wheeling their fucking bags!
Sylvia is gonna go crazy.
Taxi!
18 million kroner!
Fucking steal from me?
I'll fucking kill you!
Hey.
Kia ora!
- Hey.
- Welcome to New Zealand!
- Thanks.
- On a holiday, is it?
Yeah.
Let's go!
Hello?
Martin, how long?
15 minutes max.
We don't have 15 minutes.
The buyer's coming.
Five minutes.
-Five minutes tops!
Hello?
They're both coming.
Go! Go! Go! Go! Go! Go!
Thank you, boss.
Lovely.
The old double sale?
Works every time!
Well, they can't exactly
go to the cops, can they?
"Officer, I've been ripped off!
Trying to buy stolen goods."
Afternoon, all.
Nice to be working with you
on one at last.
Well, I hope you haven't damaged
too much of my furniture.
I can still sell it.
Thank you very much.
Want a drink to celebrate?
No time to celebrate, guys.
Back on duty.
- Tak.
- Selv tak.
No, that's nice.
Where?
All of us?
Okay.
No.
No, you know I like surprises.
Okay.
Morfar!
Hey!
Here she is!
- Hi!
- Hello, love.
- Hi. Good to see you.
- How are you?
- All right?
- I'm good.
- You look lovely.
- Merci.
- Hej, Far.
- Hey.
Hey.
You had a good trip?
Good, love.
Yeah, yeah, good.
Turned over a whole lot
of furniture.
Not literally.
-No.
All right.
- Here's to commerce.
- Yeah.
- Skal.
- Skal.
- Skal.
- Skal.
It was a marquee.
That's -- That's a big tent
Here we go again.
Dad.
Anyway.
Your grandmother
was standing in front of it.
It was a wedding.
I'd just come over from England.
I'd been here a couple of weeks,
working with Victor.
Mormor's dad.
Yeah.
Your great-grandfather.
Anyway.
I saw her.
And I said to myself, "There's
gonna be another wedding soon."
- And there was.
- And there was.
And there was.
A bit longer
than I wanted, though.
Took six weeks to get her
to even look at me.
You were too young.
Behave, love.
A year? What's a year?
That's just 12 months.
And then life.
Anyway, I won in the end.
- Hey, hey!
- Persistence.
Did Dad have to be
persistent with you, Mum?
No.
That was a bit different.
Not quite so romantic.
He -- He followed you
from the U.K.
Didn't he, Morfar?
Yeah, yeah.
A couple of blokes did.
Right, then.
Who's for dessert?
And he worked for Victor.
With you.
- What did you guys really do?
- Ida.
It was a lovely meal, Des.
-Tak, skat.
- Thanks for dinner, Morfar.
- That's all right.
- I'm sorry.
- It's all right. It's all right.
Ida...
I'll -- I'll just --
I'm gonna...
Go on.
Go on, you go.
I'll get the bill?
My treat?
Then I get to take
your mother home.
My treat.
Yeah.
Thanks, Dad
All right.
Hey. Hey.
She's growing up, all right?
She's allowed to speak her mind.
- All right?
- Love you.
Good night, sweetheart.
- Night.
- Sov godt.
Thanks, mate.
All right, darling?
It's freezing.
- Yeah.
- Taxi's on its way.
Aah!
Ja, okay.
Jesus. Sylvia!
What the hell is it?
Answer your phone.
I need you to take Ida.
What? Now?
That could be a problem.
I'm entertaining, aren't I?
- Dad...
- Yeah, just get rid of her.
Get some clothes on, sweetheart.
My father's been hurt and
Lisbeth's in a really bad way,
so I -- I'll come back as soon
as I know what's going on,
and I'll pick her up, okay?
Yeah. Yeah, okay. Of course.
Come on, darling
- Hej.
- Hej.
What the fuck happened?
She doesn't know.
And don't tell her.
He's been shot.
It's bad.
I had to leave Ida
with her fucking father.
There'll be police
all over the place,
and now this.
I'd better call Martin and Per.
They'll be crushed.
- Who did it?
- Who do you think?
Fuck.
Ravn.
That fucking bastard.
You sure about
letting the cops...
See me?
Do I have a choice?
They all know his background.
They all know
he's got a daughter.
And I just have to
make her uninteresting.
Martin! No!
Come on, man.
Not like this!
You'll get yourself killed.
Wait for Sylvia.
Sylvia Petersen?
Ja.
Lisbeth, um...
Fru Petersen?
- Want a drink?
A coffee.
I'll get you a coffee.
I don't need a cup of coffee.
If I...
If I need you to,
can you take her?
Yeah, of course.
Good. Thanks.
Where are her things?
- Well, she can stay now.
- No.
Her grandmother needs her.
She needs to have
people around her.
There's the funeral, and then
they can
just look after each other.
- What about you?
- Me?
I don't know.
But this --
this isn't where it ends.
Nothing to do with me.
No?
We have descriptions
that fit an employee of yours
and video footage from a shop
next to the restaurant.
You should supply a gym
for your people,
help them stay in shape.
I'll give it my consideration.
Good.
Because right now my colleagues
are gathering more evidence.
Big guy.
Overweight.
Where is he?
No idea.
What, you think I know
all my employees?
Where they go?
Who they are?
I run a big operation here.
Restaurants, clubs, property.
Did you order this shooting?
Like I said --
Nothing to do with me.
I don't even know the guy.
Will that be all, Detective?
No.
Skinny guy, greasy hair.
He was driving.
Do you know him?
Fatty and skinny.
Sure.
I'll keep an eye out for them.
So will we.
Desmond Petersen
was a small-time operator.
Last we heard, he was
shipping goods from Belarus.
What did he do
to get up your nose?
Qvist, the only thing
that gets up my nose
is the occasional line
of cocaine.
Recreationally, of course.
It's still illegal.
Be my guest.
Mr. Ravn's sense of humor.
You can't be arrested
for questionable jokes, can you?
No.
But you can
for conspiracy to commit murder.
And when I tie this to you,
that's exactly what
you'll be charged with.
You have a good night.
Do you want them
to go on holiday?
Jumbo and Corky?
I want them to not fuck up!
Sylvia?
You need to talk?
Be left alone?
Or...
Move.
Come on.
Are you angry?
Then be angry.
-Come on!
Come on.
Aaaah!
Fuck off.
I never killed anybody.
But I want to hurt him.
I know.
I just want to hurt him real...
...real bad.
I know.
You know the best way
to hurt that bastard?
Yeah.
Steal his damn money.
As much of it as we fucking can.
What do you need?
I need to know how,
and I need you to get on
those fucking computers
and work your magic.
Well.
Look who it is.
Thresher.
Qvist...
Okay!
Bingo.
Mor?
Dav.
Ja, um...
Mor...
- Mor...
- Ja.
Okay.
Justice has to be served.
Sylvia.
I think I've got something.
It's a lot of money
About 18 million kroner.
So, you think we should move it?
Given the current situation,
cops paying calls --
It'd be unfortunate
if they decided
to execute a search warrant,
yes.
They're going to hide it here,
at his warehouse, near Koge.
- How do you know that?
- E-mail.
They're upgrading
the security there.
I know it's risky,
but we only have one chance.
I'm not leaving 18 million
kroner in a fucking shed.
A shed with a vault.
I'll get more alarms put in,
cameras.
Okay.
Fort Knox.
So the money doesn't get there.
When do they move it?
Only two days.
Around 2:00 a.m.
- This route.
- We'll have to get a wriggle on.
I need Ida and Mor to be safe.
Martin has found an apartment.
And the Blind Man is already
working on their documents.
Martin,
we'll move them tomorrow.
So, we do this.
Ida...
Let's go snatch
a big, juicy bone
from under a rabid dog's nose.
We've never done a job
like this before.
I know.
But we can't let this go.
All right.
Everything set?
All set. I've got cameras
in your apartment in case.
That's good.
Last run-through, then.
It all goes down here
at the tunnel.
This would be a great place
for hiding the car too.
And then I think this
should get their attention.
Not your usual taste.
Should work, though.
I'dstop.
They won't have
any other option, anyway.
So...
Stop the van
and hit him where it hurts.
Right in the hip pocket.
Okay.
We take his money.
Parasite like him,
best way to hurt him.
Okay.
2:00 a.m., then.
Right here.
They're keeping it low-key.
Only two men.
I know.
But it's still dangerous.
Get out of
the fucking car! Go! Go!
Move! Move!
Get down!
Get on your face!
Get down!
Get down!
Don't move!
Come on.
Come on, move it!
Move it!
Fuck it!
Fuck! Fuck!
Go! Go! Go!
-Go! Go!
Go! Go! Go!
Toft?
Ravn.
How much?
About 18 million kroner.
When?
Tonight.
Koge.
I'll call back with the details.
Qvist.
Qvist.
Kom.
Kom.
Hey!
Shit.
Ingunn!
Huss.
Shit.
H-How did you...
Long story.
How did the cops get onto us?
We've got no fucking idea.
At least we've got his money.
Shit.
There is people
in your apartment.
There is no way they're cops.
No.
It must be Ravn.
Fuck.
How the fuck did he know
it was us?
I've got to get
to Lisbeth and Ida.
No.
No, your family is not safe
around you now.
Get rid of this.
You're right.
I run, and they will
come after me.
You keep Lisbeth and Ida hidden
until I get in touch.
There must have been a leak.
First the cops,
now these people.
We need to get you out now.
But we need to get Lisbeth
and Ida moving first.
-Ja.
Hej.
My family is
your responsibility.
- Keep them safe.
- We'll deal with this end.
You get to the airport.
Go anywhere.
Okay.
So, what about you guys?
We'll put up a front.
Me?
Back to the keyboard.
You get as far away as you can.
Yeah?
We'll get your share to you.
Just make sure my family
is okay,
and get out of here?
We will.
Sylvia?
Cover your tracks.
Make a connection.
Change planes.
Somewhere as unlikely
as possible.
No credit card.
As if.
Hey...
Be careful.
Ida?
You were supposed to stay
by the phone.
Ja, ja.
Ida was taking care of that.
Well, where is she now?
I don't know.
She was just here.
Fuck.
Look, I've got
to get you out of here.
- What happened?
- It went pear-shaped.
Cops, heavies, all over us.
You've still got
the throwaway phones, right?
Of course I have.
What about Ida?
All right, just get dressed.
And call her.
- Okay.
- I promised to take care of you.
Sylvia is gonna freak.
Awfully kind.
- Sylvia?
- Hej, Mor.
Hej, Mor.
Hej, skat.
You didn't tell her
about the kid?
You think she'd get on a plane
if I told her we had problems?
Who were you calling?
I was just making sure
the trains were on time.
Okay.
You don't know
where they fucking are?
The kid finally answered.
We pick her up. I take them
to the fucking station.
I tell them to wait
in the ladies while I park.
- I get back -- gone.
- On the train?
They weren't on
the fucking train.
The fucking train
was still there.
I checked.
Lisbeth has panicked.
We've got to find them
before Ravn does.
- Ravn's guys.
- No, I don't think so.
The ticket guy said
he saw them taking off,
wheeling their fucking bags!
Sylvia is gonna go crazy.
Taxi!
18 million kroner!
Fucking steal from me?
I'll fucking kill you!
Hey.
Kia ora!
- Hey.
- Welcome to New Zealand!
- Thanks.
- On a holiday, is it?
Yeah.