Do you still know me?
Do what you want. I won't tell you where he is.
Believe me, you will tell me where your partner is.
Start praying.
No, no... Hey, hey, Silvio.
No, please, please. Please, please. No...
No, no, no! No, no, no! No, no, no!
Please, please. Listen to me, listen to me.
You stupid wanker!
I'll kill you!
That will be difficult without fingers.
Please, please.
If I tell you where he is, will you stop? Please?
You have no idea, how happy that would make me.
Bari, Apulia.
"It is impossible to suffer,
without making anyone pay for it." Friedrich Nietzsche
And that increases the acidity. I'll add some wine right away
on the zucchini, which I cut in half...
Please be careful with this...
Hey. Everything okay?
-Karina... -Renee? Talk to me. What's going on?
I called him. I think I'll have something again.
No, no, listen to me. You're not going to take anything.
You can do it, don't forget.
-Where are you? -I'm with Mads.
Okay. Don't talk to anyone, all right? I'm on my way.
-Everything will be fine. -Okay.
Tomorrow will be very changeable, the clouds The clouds will gradually clear.
Economic activity has declined noticeably...
The microphones are on to give you this rainy evening in Bari
company.
This is how we keep boredom at bay and listen,
what you have to tell on this evening.
You can talk about anything, about love, work, ***.
Or about how mean life can be.
Or about love.
-Renee. -Karina...
I'm here, I'm here. Everything is good.
Everything is fine. I'm here now, okay?
Here. Take these, okay?
-What is that? -They're available on prescription.
-Okay. -They soften the desire.
They worked really well for me.
Good.
Hello, my beauty. It's been a long time, hasn't it?
Hello, Mads. Yes, namely
11 months, uh, three weeks, two days,
uh, four hours and 33 minutes.
Still no Italian. You're clean now, you've got plenty of time.
-We don't need anything, Mads. -You don't, but Mrs. Renee called.
-What do you want, little one? -No, she, uh... She wants to go, okay?
Who do you think you're talking to? I want to sell something here
and that is what will happen.
-Okay. Uh... How much do you have? -About 14.
Give it here.
Is that a joke?
There are still 30 missing. Minimum order value is 50.
Listen, just give it to Tommy
and tell him we're really sorry. It won't happen again.
Haven't you heard? Tommy is now retired.
Okay, take it to the one who's running the business now.
Nobody does that shit but me. But if you don't have the 30 in cash,
you can also pay differently. Okay?
Okay.
Here. Take this one.
-What am I supposed to do with it? It's not worth anything. -No, that's my one-month ring.
And for me, that is worth much more than 50 euros.
-Take it as a promissory bill. -Take it as a promissory bill?
-Yes. -No. I don't do that.
Listen, this ring keeps me stable.
If I threaten to fall off the wagon, then I look at this ring
and knows that this feeling will pass.
I will buy it back again.
-Plus 10 percent per day. -Okay.
And you, never call me again.
-Excuse me. -No, you don't have to apologize.
You have made it.
It's all good. It's all good.
Shit. Wait a minute... Who's that?
Ah, shit, my ***hole boss.
I...I have to go, but call, if you need me, okay?
-Okay. Thank you. -All good, you can do it.
Do you remember when I took you on? How many employers you were with,
rejected you immediately, because you were a junkie?
One more mistake and you're out.
-Sorry, Rocco. -I'll see you tomorrow morning.
No, no, I can't. My daughter is coming tomorrow morning.
That's why I'm working today, I have to go to the airport.
We open at six, so there's plenty of time, to pick them up and come back.
-What's the problem? -I wanted to spend the day with her.
You're here at six.
There she is. How's my sweetie?
Your sweetie is stressed.
-I only have a dozen outfits with me. -What? You have 12 outfits
for a one-week trip? Wow, sweetie...
Good. Always remember, not to talk to strangers. What are you doing?
when a stranger chats you up? You...
...kick him in the balls.
Exactly. Good girl.
Hey, mom.
You're coming, aren't you?
-To pick me up? -What? -Of course, baby.
Hey, I-I... I'm not like I used to be, not at all.
BA 546, arrival at 5:04 a.m.
No matter what happens, I'll be there. I promise.
Hey.
Stop!
Shit.
****!
Help me into the car.
Get us out of here.
Immediately!
Where should I go?
-Shit, just drive! -Okay.
Fasten your seatbelt and switch on the light.
Drive on side roads and avoid any cameras.
If we get pulled over, it looks really bad for you.
Did you understand?
Good. Drive.
-You need to go to the hospital. -No hospital.
It doesn't look like that, like it's done with a plaster.
Okay, that's fine. No hospital.
Now that we are out of this situation,
can't I just stop and...
get out? Then we'll go our separate ways.
The fact that you can drive is the only thing thing keeping you alive at the moment.
Empty your pockets.
"Karina Ann Sidorov. Via Petroni 15." That's not far away.
-Are you married? -Divorced.
Alcoholic?
Junkie?
No, not any more. I now work 16 hours a day,
-seven days a week. -We have to get off the streets.
But first I need a few more things.
What is your cell phone number?
349
446 7811.
My daughter thinks it's funny.
The call must never be interrupted.
Wear these.
Okay.
Follow my instructions.
-What should I buy? -I'll tell you then.
-Good evening. -Good evening. How can I help you?
I need some...
I... I need, uh... A few...
I need bandages, sterile pads, alcohol and tape.
Bandages, sterile dressings, alcohol and tape.
Yes, of course.
Ask the pharmacist for a few more some injection needles and benzocaine.
I still need hypodermic needles and some benz...benzocaine.
Excuse me, may I ask, what this is for?
You want to anesthetize a head injury first anesthetize and then clean.
-I want to anesthetize my head injury. -You'd better go to a hospital.
There's a clinic six blocks away.
You don't leave the pharmacy without benzocaine.
If you don't get it, I'll kill them.
I don't have time for the clinic, I... Uh, I have to go to work.
Are you in trouble?
I'm fine. I just fell down the stairs,
at work.
Needles and benzocaine, immediately.
Go on, give me the needles and benzocaine!
Please, or he'll shoot us both.
Thank you. I'm sorry. I am sorry.
Turn on your lights, fasten your seatbelt and and stick to the speed limit.
-Where are we going? -To your apartment. Let's go!
I've been on the radio every night with you on the radio,
but I have never received a call like this I have never received before.
A burning car and a dead body in the in the street, in the middle of the market square.
Tomorrow, everyone in Bari will have a problem, who have to go shopping.
Joking aside, the matter is serious. What do you think?
Have you heard anything? Do you live nearby?
Or are you not interested? because you have more important things to do?
Call in any case, the microphone stays on for you. Always.
Do people really live here?
Looks kind of cursed.
In the next round of kidnapping I live in a palace.
Do not run away.
Key.
Water.
Karina! Open the door!
Get rid of them. Or I'll do it.
-Carina! -Mrs. de Luca, what's up?
Is someone with you? A companion?
What's this blood? that leads to your door?
-I cut myself at work. -With what? A machete?
Mrs. de Luca, are we finished?
-I have to take care of this cut. -Yes, we are.
But by tomorrow everything will be cleaned again.
Of course. No problem.
-Okay. Now what? -Get the metal out of me.
I can see it in your face, you're a junkie.
**** yourself.
Grab the scissors, cut the sweater free around the wound.
You can stab once, maybe twice.
But I can still probably still kill you.
Okay.
Spread the wound
and check, if the metal has damaged the artery.
-I don't think it did. -Okay.
Pull out the piece of metal with a out with a quick movement.
I count backwards.
Three, two... Oh ****!
Alcohol! Alcohol!
Conditions, give me the conditions.
Karina! Karina!
-****. -Get rid of her.
What did I say about noise?
-Karina? -Yes.
Open the door.
Open the door immediately.
Karina, open the door. Or I'll call the police.
Think of something quickly or I'll shoot you both.
I don't have to open the door. I have a right to privacy.
I don't like your companion.
Who the hell are you?
I need new clothes.
My ex left something.
Here.
Is that possible?
Face to the wall, with his hands on his head.
Okay. And now what?
When I'm finished, you have to change your clothes too.
-You're full of blood. -No, I mean,
Everything is okay so far.
You don't need me anymore. You can just go and...
I won't say anything, I swear.
Okay?
I had a briefcase before.
It was my job, to give this briefcase to someone.
So no, you're not going anywhere.
Not until you've helped me, replace the suitcase.
You can turn around now.
UNKNOWN CALLER
Change your clothes.
You should wear something else!
Silvio.
Please, before you say anything, I have everything under control.
I just need a little time, then I'll get you everything you want.
-Promise. -A penny for every time,
when I hear that... Do you know what I would be then?
Arm.
Because everyone knows that my deadlines will be met.
My son once asked me:
"What's your favorite fairy tale?"
Let me ask you the same question.
That's not a riddle. I'm just asking you, which is your favorite fairy tale.
Mine is "The shepherd boy and the wolf". Do you know the moral of the story?
One should not lie.
But there's more to it than that. A whole village just sits there
and does nothing, while a boy is mauled by a wolf.
Think about it, what that must have looked like.
The boy cries and screams. Nothing.
Have you ever seen how a wolf eats you?
That takes a long time.
Much longer than you think.
So, if the villagers had wanted to the boy a lesson,
they could have stopped the wolf quickly and save the boy.
Lesson learned, right?
But no, they let him be eaten, him to be eaten.
Why?
Because it's not about teaching an individual a lesson.
It's about teaching an entire village a lesson.
Yes, I understand.
-You have one hour. -Silvio,
Can I have a little more time, please? Let me...
Sit down.
-What have you heard? -Enough to know,
that someone has you by the balls.
-Believe me, it's different than you think. -No? How is it then?
-What was in the briefcase? -Heroin worth 400 grand.
How does someone from Interpol get that much heroin?
Are you simply corrupt?
Hit a nerve, huh?
The man you heard on the phone is called Silvio.
We spent five years gathering evidence to convict him.
And it worked.
When he was in prison, his son took over,
who was then killed by a rival gang killed by a rival gang - which Silvio blames on me.
He says it's my fault that he couldn't that he couldn't protect his boy.
The ******* came out a month ago.
Then he tracked me down.
To find me, he tortured and killed my tortured and killed my partner.
And it worked.
You would think he is seeking revenge. No.
He wants the money, that he lost in prison.
So you will get it with me.
I don't know if I can do that. It's...
I've been clean for less than a year, Do you understand that?
-You must. -That's really too much!
Get a grip on yourself! You do what I say.
I always thought Bari was a quiet, sleepy city.
That's a prejudice, you'll say. Probably.
In the marketplace, I feel like I'm in an American television series.
Police officers, journalists, onlookers.
Nearby, someone has shot into the shot into the window of a pharmacy.
Three calls were received.
It was said that stones were thrown, A machine gunner was seen,
A man in a car was armed with a pistol with a silencer.
In Bari, a pistol with a silencer? Do you believe that?
Did you just see that?
You're asking for a G-pack of heroin.
He will want you to pay in advance -
what you will definitely not do....
No cash to him. Oh what?
Here.
Don't think about running away.
-You must be respected. -Absolutely.
Hello, my beauty. Are you lost?
Hey. I need a G-pack of heroin.
****.
-That's a lot for a princess. -Do you have it or not?
Are you sure you can pay it?
I need that in advance.
-Do you understand, *****? -You get the money,
when the package arrives.
No. I want it now.
I could slit your neck right now and take your mice for myself.
I guess it depends, how much you like your boyfriend.
I don't buy for myself. Just one mistake and at least one of you dies.
10 seconds and I shoot all three of you.
If one of you survives, you'll be wanted for murder.
Or we can do business. Okay? You get paid.
And if my customer likes your heroin, I need a G-pack every week.
Think about it.
Cool.
-You've got it in 10 minutes. -Wise decision.
I'll wait back there.
Where the hell is he? You had a target on your forehead.
-Yes, she's not alone. -He should come immediately.
WE LAND. ARE YOU THERE? No nonsense now.
The cell phone.
There's our courier.
Listen to me. Listen, my daughter is about to land at the airport.
I absolutely have to pick them up.
-I can't take her back... -You're not going anywhere!
Drive!
You are such an ***hole.
Because I'm on the radio all night, I don't have many friends anymore.
My friend Francesca is a pharmacist.
Tonight she was on duty at the pharmacy pharmacy that was shot at.
She does not want to speak live,
But she was shot at. There was a woman in the pharmacy,
who seemed strange and seemed desperate.
Maybe the shot was fired from a car. Francesca is completely confused.
I would like to comfort her, but I have to stay with you,
the whole night.
-Where the hell did he go? -I don't know.
Wait. What's there?
I don't see anything there.
****.
****!
LUCY JUST LANDED, MOM.
-WHICH FLIGHT AGAIN? -I ALREADY TOLD YOU: BA 546.
SOMEONE IS SICK AT WORK, I'LL SEND PAOLO OVER.
NOT COOL, MOM.
AND WHO THE HECK IS PAOLO?
MY NEW BESTIE. HERE IS A PHOTO.
Karina. Ann, without "e", Sidorov.
Siara, India, Delta, Oscar, Romeo, Oscar, Viktor.
Born on 7.4.84.
She'll turn up at some point. I need to know when.
Officer? My daughter is at the airport. She is 11.
-She may be in danger. -What is your name, madame?
-Karina Sidorov. -Do you have any ID with you?
No, no. He took it. He took everything!
He's a policeman. He kidnapped me.
Okay, give us a minute.
Okay. Thank you.
Season 32, we have a name.
-I'M IN THE ARRIVALS HALL. WHERE IS HE? -COMING IN 5 MINUTES.
No parking here. Drive away!
Did you hear what I said?
Hey, you're not allowed to park here.
Got it, over.
The head office says, we should hold them.
Okay, ma'am. Airport security will your daughter to the station. Okay?
-Oh, thank you. -Okay.
Thank you.
-And, news? -Personal query from
-Officer Valentina Rossi. -Your background?
Career starter. She's waiting for you. I'll send you her position.
Class.
D.I. Covek, Interpol.
I'll take the little one into my care.
Officer? Officer, are we going to the station?
They said my daughter is there. Can we go?
Hands up!
Not good at all, when police officers shoot at police officers.
You'd better put your gun down.
-Let go! -Hey, hey, hey, hey.
-Let go of me! -Stop it!
You're not going anywhere.
If you pull the trigger, you go out here either as a cop killer
or as a child murderer - or both.
Smart move.
I thought the police were supposed to help you, not kidnap you.
-I'm not kidnapping you. -But I am handcuffed.
Why are you doing this?
-It's for your own safety. -I'm not five, I'm 11.
Basically already an adult.
My mother has no money.
If you kidnap me for ransom, then you've blown it.
My father has a lot of money. I would have turned to him,
when it comes to ransom money, not to my mother.
What are we waiting for?
-Please! -Don't worry, two minutes.
I don't understand it. I just don't get it. What...
What's going on? Why aren't we driving? There... That's him!
This is my car, my car! If you don't believe me,
-Then check the license plate number! -I'll take you to the station, okay?
How did he get here? What is he doing here?
No, no! He must not come here!
Everything he says, is a damn lie!
-Your identity card, please. -Yes...
I told you, he's from Interpol. But he's a corrupt piece of shit!
Wow, wow... My brand.
My daughter! My daughter is in the car!
Oh God, how did you get her, you son of a *****?
-Check it out, come on... -No!
No! No! No!
If you shoot at me,
her partner dies.
If you put your gun away, you both go on living.
On the floor, now.
Go back.
Place both hands on the trolley.
Get out of the car.
-Don't be silly again. -I hate you!
-Lucy? -Mom!
I am here. I'm here, my darling. I am here with you.
-I'm here, honey. -Get in the car and drive!
-No. No, not until you untie them. -Get in the car. Time is running against us.
I'm not going anywhere, until you untie my child!
Get in the car!
Get rid of them. Now.
Right now!
I'm sure you couldn't sleep tonight either you couldn't sleep either. And not just you.
Two airport police officers have not just lost their sleep,
Their weapons were also stolen.
When I say it like that, it seems like a joke. But it's true.
The two were on patrol, when a guy arrived,
who put them up against the wall.
Drive through the gate.
Why? What are we doing here?
It's me. Open up.
You don't have it, do you?
What are we doing here, if you don't have what they want?
Just drive.
-I don't like your new boyfriend. -He's not my boyfriend.
-He's an ***hole. -I think so too.
-Is his name even Paolo? -No. Who told you that?
It doesn't matter.
And who is this creep?
I have no idea.
Punch him in the stomach.
-Take care of them. -Okay. Honey, sit up straight
and be very quiet.
No! Don't touch her! Hey, don't touch her!
Let her go, you ***hole!
-Lucy! I'm coming to get you! -Let go of me!
Let her go! Lucy!
Oh, shit.
Man...
No one is going to hurt you, Sweetheart. Nobody.
Okay? You can relax.
Oh... There's your friend, Mr. Covek.
He likes to lock up bad boys.
He makes the world safe
for the people.
"Stay at home." That's what the mayor just said.
An armed man is walking around Bari. He has two hostages with him,
A woman and a girl. Stay at home. In safety.
Do you see? You only have to ask yourself one question:
How much do you want something that I have taken away from you?
Hey, where is she? Hey, bring her back.
Bring them back immediately!
What are you doing?
-I can't. -I'm not going anywhere without her.
You can only help me now, to get what they want.
Or you will never see them again.
I'm in this as much as you are.
How can you say something like that to me? Huh?
-They have my daughter! -They have my son!
I had no choice!
My son, my child is in there too!
Silvio was about to to kill him!
Shoot him in the head like a dog to shoot him in the head like a dog.
I needed more time.
There is no other option.
Lucy is my guarantee.
We have one hour, to get what Silvio wants.
Otherwise our children will die. And every second we sit here,
is a wasted second.
So, what's the plan? What do we do now?
I-I mean, you're from Interpol. Why don't you call the police
-and have him arrested? -Because a dozen corrupt policemen
are on his payroll. The road is our only option.
Maybe I know someone, but I don't know...
We don't have time for "maybe".
We need to get large quantities large quantities now!
How do we manage that? Huh?
Give me the keys. And untie me from the steering wheel.
Immediately!
They got us into this. I'm just helping,
when I'm no longer tied to the tied to the steering wheel!
Cell phone. Give me my cell phone, ***hole.
Mads, I need something. I'll meet you in 10 minutes. I've got your money.
-Don't waste my time. -Don't worry.
-Nice booth. -What the ****?
Do you really think I'm so stupid and bring this here?
Drugs? No. But you're stupid enough to carry a gun.
Well, that sucks for you. My gun is legal.
-Wow. Thank you. -For what?
That you are as stupid as you look.
-What are you doing? -You know that very well.
Crazy *****.
And now what? Nice lesson. Can I go now?
Now take us to your warehouse.
Surely not.
Shit.
-In the car, go. -Out.
There are lots of guards. They have real weapons,
no bull guns.
-Cameras? -No.
Only one in the front.
But it doesn't record anything. You can only see who is there.
How many guards?
Usually four or five.
But there have also been 10, 12.
Perhaps more.
Have you seen an old, dented Alfa?
If he has driven past you, don't call here,
calls the police. The poorest people are desperate
and they all need help. But as soon as you've spoken to the police,
call me. Tell me, what you have seen,
when, where. We want to know everything.
We want to know who set our city on fire.
Literally set on fire.
I'm here until 7 o'clock. Until 7 o'clock on a very long night.
My father said to me: "Even before you take your first breath,
you make three decisions.
Three of the most important decisions you will ever make.
And even without you doing anything two of them are hit for you.
The first
-a decision that God leaves to you is who you marry.
A rich man, a poor man, a drunkard...
Unless, of course, you live in one of these arranged marriages.
Well, bad luck, better luck next time.
Perhaps that is why some of these people believe in reincarnation.
The second decision is made for you.
He decides where you are born.
Imagine you are born in the Sahara and then have to walk 40 miles,
to find a sip of water.
Huh? You have no say in that.
That sounds really unfair.
Well, maybe life is sometimes unfair.
And so the world turns.
And just as surely as God invented has invented choices,
he decided with me, that I would have a son
and a daughter.
Sometimes in life you win,
but most of the time you lose.
I have won.
Maybe you will too.
I will always aim for you.
You two are perfect for each other.
Yo, this is Mads. I need Maria.
Door.
Stay down until you shoot.
Now.
Go.
I still have three balls left.
-Then give me cover. -Yes.
Let's look for the money.
-Go, go, go! -Stop!
****.
I'm not after you. I just want what's in the bag.
Not one step closer or I'll shoot!
-Put the gun down, throw the bag over here. -No. Not a chance!
We are now slowly our weapons.
Okay?
-What? -Just do it.
Let me do the talking.
We just have a chat.
**** you! I just want to see you and your boyfriend out of there.
Oh, shit, no. This guy is not my friend.
That ***hole, because of him my daughter was kidnapped.
And I just want to get them back, before they...
Listen to me. What you have in your pocket,
can save my daughter's life.
Their lives are in your hands.
If I give you the bag,
can I leave then?
You have my word.
Take the bag. And then leave.
The lone wolf that turned our city upside down has been identified.
It is an Interpol employee corrupted Interpol employee.
I guess if the police find him,
A lot of lead will fly. And there will be a bloodbath,
where he is unlikely to get out alive. Stay at home, it's better this way.
How much time do we have left?
Oh shit...
What's in the bag?
How much do we have?
About 100 grand.
And a handful of heroin and coke.
Shit.
Okay. What...what is, if we give him what we have,
and just...ask him for more time, to get the rest?
The time has already expired.
I have disappointed Lucy her whole life.
I promised her never to do that again.
-We are running to our doom. -We can still make it.
-We can do that. -Hopefully.
They are here.
It's in a sports bag in the trunk.
The girl?
I also took care of the lady. She's in there too.
Down.
-Can we go? -Let's get the kids.
I have a problem here.
There's a guy on the far left. I try to distract him,
and then you switch it off.
Go!
Have you been hit?
-I don't think so. -You would notice that.
There is one behind the metal.
You have to run straight at him.
What? to run up to this guy?
Why don't I just shoot myself myself and save him the bullet?
He won't see you coming.
Trust me, I know...
Trust you? You're the guy who kidnapped my kid.
I wish I hadn't dragged Lucy and you into this,
but I was desperate.
All right.
But if I die, then never forget,
that it was your fault.
Go!
There.
Lucy!
Mom! Help us!
-Dad! -Mom!
After me.
-He still has the children. -Drop your weapons and come out!
Or so help me God, they will both die, here and now!
If they die, you die too. Did you hear that, you wanker?
Or you can set them free,
-Then we'll let you go! -My people will be here soon.
Then you have no chance.
Help us!
No! Please!
Shit...
Mom!
Hands up!
-Treasure. -Mom.
Everything okay? I love you.
I love you. Never forget that, never...
No!
No! No!
Dad!
SIX MONTHS LATER
-Are you ready? -We are. Come on then.
And just as surely as God invented has invented choices,
he decided with me, that I would have a son
and a daughter.
Sometimes in life you win,
but most of the time you lose.
Maybe you'll win too.
Do you remember the woman kidnapped by an woman kidnapped by an Interpol agent?
In Bari we all remember all remember that night.
We thought it would never end. Everything has changed for the woman.
Now she has her own restaurant on the beach.
Everyone says that the food there is excellent.
Masterful dishes at star level, at prices like in an osteria.
I would also like to go there sometime,
but I'm still listening to your voices, the 1,000 secrets of Bari.
Before we get started, let's listen to another classic.
One of those that put you in a good mood.