A frosty Stockholm prepares for the celebration of celebrations.
It's December 10th and time for the annual Nobel Banquet at City Hall.
...delivered by the king of Sweden.
On the anniversary of the death of scientist and prize founder Alfred Nobel.
Here in the City Hall the prominent guests-
-among them the royal family— are gathered for the Nobel Banquet
This splendid ceremony attracts some of the brightest-
-and [unintelligible] in the world.
The timing of the ceremony means to honor Nobel Prize founder, Alfred Nobel-
-who passed away on this day in 1896.
I would like you all to join me in a toast-
-to honour the great donor Alfred Nobel.
Among the speakers. this year's laeureate in medicine.
-Israeli professor Aaron Wiesel, has drawn much attention-
-due to the controversial nature of his research into embryonic stemcells.
I am deeply moved and grateful that the Swedish Royal Academy of Science-
-has selected my work and research on stem cells-
-for the Nobel Prize in Medicine.
I would like to thank all those responsible for this great honour.
The research in stem cells is fundamental-
for human progress and is vital to society.
It is a somewhat delicate field to work in-
-but the results and the outcome-
-are in the best interest of mankind..
We're trying to work here!
-Here you go. -Thank you.
Annika Bengtzon. Hi.
I've already sent over the last parts and the royal family left.
Do you need anything else?
The dance?! Are you kidding me?
We don't have a photographer, Bertil already left.
Can't somebody from Entertainment do it?
Okay, fine. Bye.
Do you know the name of that woman in the green dress?
I believe she's head of marketing at Pharma Corp.
-Okay..? -She's not a dance teacher, at least.
No.
-Care to dance? -No.
I'm not exactly a dance teacher either but I can point out a few celebrities for you.
If you're not afraid to get a bit stepped on.
-Alright. -Okay.
[PHONE BEEPS]
[TEXT MESSAGE: Dancing close to the stage, left side]
Thank you.
[GUN COCKING]
Do you have a description of the shooter?
Stop!
There's been a shooting at the Nobel Banquet. Five shot, condition unknown.
-Patrik, get in touch with Bengtzon. -I can't reach her, she's not picking up.
Responding units are heading for City Hall. Exits and metro are being blocked.
-What about Photo-Bertil? -No, he went home already.
For fuck's sake... Call all emergency scene photographers you can find.
Look: all channels are already broadcasting.
Patrik, come here.
We need eyewitnesses. And the royal couple—where is the royal couple?
-Who's been shot? -A security guard.
-And no word from Bengtzon? -Nothing.
Move, out of the way. We need to pass through here.
The Nobel Banquet at City Hall was tonight the target of a terrorist attack.
The Israeli Medicine Laureate Aaron Wiesel was grievously wounded.
It was at 11 o'clock tonight that an unknown gunman opened-
-fire in the Nobel Gala Ball here in Stockholm city hall.
[LINE BUSY TONE]
Excuse me.
Hey, do you know if there's reception anywhere?
The cell phone network is down. Can I have your name?
- What? -Police. Did you see anything?
I don't know, Annika Bengtzon, Kvällspressen.
-Did you notice anyone? -No.
I danced into a woman in a golden dress, but that's it.
-There were a lot of people. -You saw a woman in a golden dress?
Come with me.
-No, I have an article to write. -You're coming with me.
...the police are looking for the killer. All highway entrances are blocked.
Security at Arlanda Airport has been raised. At 11 PM, an unknown shooter fired-
-at least two shots in the ball room.
Hi.
Of course you're here.
I asked to deal with you personally.
Shut the door.
Can we get this over with quickly? I have a deadline to meet.
Hello? I've been calling like crazy. What've you got?
-I'm being held here... -She'll call you back.
Interrogation with Annika Bengtzon, Thursday December 10th, at...
...11.40 PM.
You were in the Golden Hall around 10.45 PM tonight, correct?
Yes or no?
Yes.
Where you saw somebody suspicious?
-I don't know if she was suspicious. -Just describe what happened.
I just danced into a woman.
-Then they collapsed. -What did she look like?
-Do you know who she is? -For fuck's sake, Annika.
I'm just trying to do my job. The editorial staff is waiting for my text.
You headline desperate fuck.
Two people were shot in front of you less than an hour ago.
Tell me exactly what you saw.
Not later, not when it suits you, now.
-I was dancing. -With whom?
I don't know. We never introduced ourselves.
It was crowded.
I danced into her.
Can you describe her? Details, clothes, anything?
The shoulder straps... the thin shoulder straps.
Or the purse, maybe... She was rummaging for something in her purse.
Her eyes.
She looked at me and she had yellow eyes.
Sort of... golden.
-Golden? -Yes.
Did you hear anything?
Just poofs.
-Poofs? -Like, muffled sounds.
...puffs of air.
I spun around...
...and saw a woman lying on the floor.
She looked at me.
Like she wanted to tell me something.
It was so weird, like...
That's when I saw the blood, pulsing out.
And then...
Then she died.
-Nothing else? -No.
Okay.
Who was she?
You can put those away.
You can't hide the identities of the victims.
-Who was the woman dancing with Wiesel? -Caroline von Behring.
Chairman of the Nobel Committee at Karolinska Institutet.
-Wiesel? -In surgery.
What do you know about the shooter?
Because it was the woman in the golden dress.
Were there threats?
All laureates are under threat, you know that.
Real threats. Wiesel's stem cell research wasn't popular with everybody.
Knock it off. You're only wasting time—yours and mine.
-You can't write about this. -Why not?
You're a key witness. I'm serving you a non-disclosure order.
That's used when there's been an arrest. Nobody-
-has been arrested so I can write what I want.
You're under a non-disclosure order in accordance-
-with chapter 23, paragraph 10 of the Trial Act.
"May be issued by an investigator of an alleged felony".
-Hello? -What's going on? Where are you?
Tell me you've got something.
No, I've been slapped with a non-disclosure order.
You'll be aiding National Police with the facial composite.
-They can't do this. -Talk to Schyman.
I'll check with Schyman. We'll work it out.
Get here as soon as you can. And Bengtzon! Photos!
I need photos. I have 500 frames of some drunk chemist-
-who fell asleep on the Minister of Culture.
-I need gore. -I'll see what I can do. Bye.
-We need to leave. -My coat...
I'll get them.
-A jacket and a brown purse. -You stay here.
-You can't be here! -I'm sorry, I made a wrong turn.
-Is this what you call a purse? - Thank you.
You're welcome. Shall we go?
[SPLASH]
Wiesel, this year's laureate in medicine, is seriously wounded.
Aaron Wiesel was given the prize for his research on stem cell cloning.
The topic has been the subject of heavy debate and several threats have been made.
Yes! We've got it. Come, look.
Yes, like that.
Yes. Good.
Great. We'll get back to you.
-There you are! -Where is Schyman?
He's speaking with the lawyers. I'll hold the front page and two spreads.
-But can I write? -Of fucking course. We'll figure it out.
One of the guards just died in hospital, that makes two dead.
"Our reporter witnessed a double murder". Here he comes.
First the idiot police let a killer into the Nobel Banquet-
-and then they try to cover it up.
-What did hey say? -There's no way around it.
-Annika can't write. -What? But...
You can't be interviewed or in any other way spread what you know.
This is so fucking...
-It doesn' get bigger than this. -I'm sorry, Annika.
Shit! Is there no other way?
I'm sorry.
New first page. Parik, it's yours.
Shooting drama at the Nobel Banquet". Get some pictures of the victims in there.
-I've got it. -Get some research on this one, too.
There's nothing you can do, Annika.
Hey. Go home and get some rest.
-I'm going to pick out the Christmas tree. -No, I am.
-When are we buying the tree? -Yeah, when are we?
-Well... -We will have a tree, right?
Mhm, yeah.
-Hi. -Hi.
-How are you? -I'm fine.
I had no clue. You should've woken me up.
I just needed to sleep.
-Good morning, Scrappy. -Hi.
Hey, honey.
You're eating strawberry sour milk today? How luxurious.
Eat up, then brush your teeth.
Bye, mommy!
-It needs to be pink. -What does?
-The tree. -We are getting the prettiest tree.
Daddy will take you to kindergarten today.
...with the German terrorist group Neue Jihad.
They've taken responsibility for attack at the Nobel Banquet.
The Israeli laureate Aaron Wiesel was shot and wounded.
-and one member of the Nobel Committee was killed.
The man has been taken into custody and will be questioned this morning.
-Yo. -Yo!
There.
Yes, good work.
We have more detail on the victims and better pictures than the other papers.
We should be pleased. Especially since Bengtzon couldn't deliver.
-Wasn't allowed to deliver. -Wasn't allowed to deliver, pardon.
I've called in five reporters from the other team.
Neue Jihad, the victims, the shooter, the-
-investigation, and more eye witness reports.
The international terrorism angle needs to be the running thread.
And focus on the incompetence of the Swedish police.
How the hell does an armed killer just walk into a heavily guarded party.
Want this one, Berit? "How was the well tainted with plague?"
-Aaron Wiesel? -In intensive care at Sankt Göran.
Decent condition, awaiting airlift back home.
Good. Get some good pictures.
-The guards? -The second one just died.
The third is still in bad shape. Their families don't want to be interviewed.
-What does the police say? -That they were on high alert.
They put up roadblocks fast.
Eighth and ninth: "The hunt for the killer is on"
They found the boat she used to escape. They think she headed south by car.
-What about the composite? -The police won't release it.
What do we have on Neue Jihad?
They have connections to al-Qaida, who probably don't love-
-some jew cloning embyros.
Awesome, Patrik. You'll run the connection between al-Qaida and terror.
Berit, the relatives. Näslund, you'll cover the hunt for the killer.
-Annika, you'll do research for Patrik. -What?
You can't write anyway. You have to work. Let's get to it!
-I don't believe this Neue Jihad stuff. -No?
-There's too much that doesn't make sense. -Yes!
Not a puff in two days.
-What is it you don't believe? -Neue Jihad.
If al-Qaeda wanted to kill Wiesel, they would have.
-How do you mean? -This was a professional hit.
What kind of pro misses from just a few meters away?
Maybe she was the target. Caroline von Behring.
Why would anyone want Caroline von Behring dead? That sounds far fetched.
Yeah, but she's the one who died.
What do we know about her? Was she just someone who happened to get in the way?
I've spoken with the entertainment editorial-
-about lending you to them.
Why?
Spiken needs journalists who can write about this 100 %.
Only until you're relieved of the non-disclosure order.
News can't use you and we can't have you just sitting around.
Okay.
Alright, then.
Good.
Caroline von Behring? Why a profile on her?
-She's very current, you could say. -And very dead, you could also say.
She was a woman. An unknown force within the Nobel world.
Exactly, unknown.
She died at the Nobel Banquet, dancing in the Golden Hall.
Oh, you're thinking a little "Princess Di" spin.
"The Secret Princess of the Nobel Committee"?
Exacly. But I need to do research.
-Meet people who knew her. -Some younger lover.
One of those delightful... I'm just brainstorming here.
What about pictures? Can you find something that shows a lust for life?
-While she was alive. -I'm sure I can.
When can you turn in?
Annika Bengtzon, Kvällspressen.
I'm looking for someone who wants to comment-
-on Caroline von Behring. Okay, thank you.
Annika Bengtzon, Kvällspressen.
I'd like to speak with Prof. von Behring's secretary.
When was Caroline von Behring elected to the committee?
Is there anyone in the committee I can speak-
-to? Do you have the names of her colleagues?
Thank you very much.
This woman... She worked closely with Caroline.
Brown hair, glasses.
She worked in the department of physiology and biophysics.
What's her name again?
-Birgitta Larsén? -Yes, exactly.
Excuse me. I'm from Kvällspressen.
I'm here to see Birgitta Larsén. Do you know where to find her?
Yes. She's upstairs. I'll show you.
Thank you.
No problem.
Yes?
-This is... -Annika Bengtzon, Kvällspressen.
-Right. -We spoke on the phone.
Hi.
-You wanted to talk about Caroline? -That's right.
Johan Isaksson here is one of my PhD students.
-Thank you. -Thank you, that's all. -No problem.
I'm doing a profile on Caroline von Behring.
We did our dissertations together. Two women in the same month.
Not so common back then. Although it's only been 25 years.
-And she was very successful? -Successful?
Yeah, I suppose you could put it that way.
-What was she like? -Caroline lived for her work.
-Her research was in biophysics? -Yeah.
The immunoglobulin gene. A development of Tonegawa's discovery.
-Is it spelled like it sounds? -With W.
-The T-cell receptors. -I'll look into it.
How did Caroline take the criticism of giving Wiesel the Prize?
She was the one pushing for him to get it despite the backlash everyone would face.
-She was controversial? -Yeah...
Brave.
Maybe a little too brave.
Do you think it was an accident?
That Caroline was in the wrong place at the wrong time?
What do you mean?
Could Caroline have been the target of the attack and not Wiesel?
-He survived while she... -What are you implying?
She dies yesterday and you come in here... Leave.
-I beg your pardon, I'm so sorry. -I want you to leave - now.
I'm sorry, I don't have any anaesthetic, you know.
Just let's get it done.
There...
Keep it clean, it will heal soon.
And you can stay and rest here.
Could you give me my bag, please?
[PHONE RINGING]
Shit.
Are you staying late tonight?
No, I'm trying to figure out who Caroline von Behring really was.
She helped pick the nominees.
She wasn't popular. How are you guys doing?
Oh, we're kept busy with secret networks, terrorist cells.
Neue Jihad is still the main thread.
A little bit of Islamophobia, as usual. I'll see you tomorrow.
[QUIET BANGING]
Hey. I didn't realise Entertainment worked this late.
I need to stay on top of it. So they'll let me stay.
[METAL SCRAPING]
[METAL CLANGING]
Hey.
Hi.
-How are you? Are you okay? -Yeah.
-Did you know her? -Yeah, in another lifetime.
She was my mentor during my dissertation.
Oh. Regarding..?
The immune system. Signal pahways, interleukins.
What about you? What's your field?
-Journalism. -Oh, I'm sorry.
I assumed you were a researcher or doctor.
I'm not even a medical reporter.
-Annika Bengtzon. -Bernhard Thorell.
-Kvällspressen. -Medi-Tec.
Excuse me. Hi, Birgitta. How are you holding up?
I'm fine. Conisdering the circumstances...
Welcome to this press briefing. My name is Sören Hammarsten-
-deputy chairman of the Nobel Committee here at Karolinska Institutet.
I will do this in Swedish, and then our press-
-officer will give you a summary in Swedish.
Welcome to this press conference to which we've gathered with heavy hearts.
I speak of the terrorist attack on Aaron Wiesel-
-which so tragically...
...needlessly cost the life of our chairman, Caroline von Behring.
The selection process for next year's Prize in medicine is underway.
We hope to present the new chairman soon.
The work of the committee will continue same way as Caroline planned.
In accordance with the last will of Alfred Nobel, should be added.
Nobel's last will is invioble. Yet it's continuously violated.
This isn't the place to discuss this.
It's a matter of human dignity and ethics.
Caroline von Behring was a passionate advocate for-
-the controversial stem cell research.
Under new leadership we can look forward to the future with hope.
How dare you? You should be ashamed!
The crazy professor? She sounds refreshing.
I think they're all a little crazy.
I dont know... It's hard to get an overview of what they stand for.
Who thinks what. Look here.
Her and Caroline got their PhDs together, that was 25 years ago.
Go down to the paper archives, see if you can find anything there. Dust it off.
What the fuck?
[ELEVATOR DINGS]
...light and fresh, so you get a positive impression when you enter.
I know what happened at the Nobel Banquet.
It's all right. No one can hear us here.
I was a marshal at the party.
A few weeks ago, I was offered a little extra money.
To help with a practical joke.
I was to watch someone dance.
And then send a text with this person's location.
Who were you watching?
Who were you texting?
Your mentor, Birgitta Larsén...
Is she involved in this?
I want 10,000 SEK.
-For what? -For what I know.
We don't pay for intel, especially not from an accomplice.
I'm not an accomplice. I didn't know what was going to happen.
You know what I got for the job? 1,000 SEK.
And now I could be the suspect of a murder.
Why haven't you told the police?
I want to tell my story in the paper first.
Maybe then they'll believe me.
Do you have any proof? The phone?
No, I threw it away after the shooting. I panicked.
You want to sell a story, But what do you have?
It was her.
She was the one I was watching. Caroline von Behring.
-Is he credible? -Yeah.
Have you read the other papers? Everybody is-
-writing about Aaron Wiesel and stem cells.
I know.
But they're wrong?
-And you believe him? -Yes.
-What do we know about this guy? -He'll sell his story to someone else.
Can you keep him quiet until tomorrow? We need to look into him.
You will perform the interview but Berit writes the article.
You have a deal. But we'll have to get back to you tomorrow.
-When? -As soon as possible.
But it's the best offer you'll get.
You tell my story. No newspaper shit.
Yeah, it'll be your story.
All right, call me on this number tomorrow.
Or I'll go to someone else.
-Hi! -Hey there.
-I've been looking for you. How's it going? -Well.
I saw pictures of von Behring. Hot. You didn't mention that.
-You're getting two spreads. -Two?
Can you get that done by next week?
-Absolutely, I will. -Great.
-You look good in beige. -Thank you.
Jesper, get in here. You can't act this way.
Benjamin!
-Carl-Ball, move! -Benjamin, come here.
-Annika? -Yes.
Maria Douglas, we are neighbors. We just moved in across the street.
Yeah, that's right. Hi.
I'm excited that you're coming over to have mulled wine.
I spoke to your husband. Benjamin, we're going home now.
No, you can come back later.
When, you ask yourself.
Kalle?
Hey, Scrappy.
They're newcomers and they're throwing a party. It's fun, right?
Couldn't you have asked me first?
-They seem really nice. -You think so?
Yeah.
You just think it's nice that he works for the Justice Department.
I don't feel like sharing wine with some uppity family.
And their son is mean to Kalle.
-How would you know? -I can tell he's sad.
-What does Kalle say about it? -Nothing, that it's all good.
Then it's all good. We'll have to trust him.
We'll only make it worse by getting involved.
[ALARM BLARING]
Do you need help?
Oh God, you startled me. So, how do we turn this damn thing off?
I'm sorry.
See, the carbon dioxide levels is too low so-
-you need to replace the pressure and lock it.
What about my samples?
I think you should get some new ones.
Could you help me?
Yeah, sure.
It's on top of the shelf.
-The big one. -Yeah, that's it. It's quite heavy.
What does the label say?
Hello? Hello?!
Open the door.
Hello?!
Hello! What are you doing? Open the door!
Open the door!
[CHILDREN SINGING "SANKTA LUCIA"]
Stop it! Ow!
Let's run it. If this guy is right we'll be caught in a cross draft.
So don't make a fool of yourself. Or me.
[PHONE RINGING]
-Hello? -Johan Isaksson?
-No. -Do you know where he is?
Yeah, I know where he is.
-Who am I talking to? -Annika Bengtzon.
How the hell did you get this number?
He chose to come to us first.
So you have no responsibility? You could have said no!
-Then he'd have gone to someone else. -And if they also said no?
If everyone had taken some responsibility instead of thinking about sales...
-he might've come to us and maybe he'd be alive right now.
-Do you know how he died? -We have a few guesses.
I'm already under a non-disclosure order and i haven't broken it.
Even if you think so. I'm not sharing anything you tell me.
Johan Isaksson's death was an accident. Do you hear me?
Yes.
Nothing can leave this room.
It would jeopardize the entire investigation.
Yeah, of course.
He sent this text message to a cell phone outside Riga.
"My silence will cost. Contant me or I will contact police".
-He was trying to blackmail. -Seems like it.
Two men were executed in a basement outside Riga. We discovered them yesterday.
We believe one of them helped her escape from City Hall.
-What about the shooter? -A professional hitman from the US.
The CIA calls her "Kitten".
Kitten?
-Her eyes. -Yeah.
Your testimony tipped off the CIA. Annika, you're a key witness now.
She can't know we're watching her, so nothing can leak.
Is that why you won't release the composite?
We need to catch whomever ordered the hit first.
I'm here to see Ernst Ericsson.
The will of Nobel is inviolable.
Yet it's violated time and time again.
-Annika Bengtzon? -Yes?
-Ernst Ericsson. -Hi.
It'ts good of Kvällspressen to show interest in the work of the committee.
We've never met before. Are you a new medical reporter?
I'm a crime reporter, but I'm currently writing a portrait on Caroline von Behring.
I see...
I must have misunderstood.
Not at all. You worked together on the committee?
Yes...
Caroline...?
She married into that last name.
She kept it after the divorce. Her maiden name was Andersson.
Andersson doesn't ringa any bells in the world of medicine.
She wanted people to think she was related to him.
To...?
Emil von Behring, former Nobel Prize laureate.
-Inventor of serum and vaccines. -What was she like to work under.
Well...
-She wasn't qualified. -Is that so?
She would never have been president if she hadn't been a woman.
It's all about political correctness these days.
Women don't need skills or merit, they're prioritised anyway.
And who walks away happy? Not science.
You and Caroline had different views on the interpretation of the will?
Nobel's will did not just create a substantial cash prize.
He created a path to glory for mankind.
At the press conference you said Caroline violated the will.
-I have nothing more to add. -When you spoke of new leadership...
-Did you mean your leadership? -I have an appointment.
Is there another candidate for chairman?
Ernst Ericsson with C and two S.
-And Sören Hammarsten. -Okay.
And the Nobel Committee of Karolinska Institutet?
-I'll see what I can find. -Thank you.
Everyone's been looking for an external enemy. Everybody's made that assumption
That a terrorist group or religious fanatics did it.
But...?
I think it's internal. Within the Nobel Committee.
The police know who the shooter is.
A professional hitman from the US. Aaron Wiesel was not the target.
It was Caroline von Behring. An assassination.
What if someone in the committee placed the order?
We need more proof. I want you to research this full time.
-Finish your work at Entertainment. -I'm almost done.
-What do I tell Spiken? -You will report directly to me.
-Here you go. -Already? Didn't we say...
Yeah, but it's ready.
"The story of the life and death of a strong woman. She moved comfortably..."
"Clear and spontaneous, with a strong sense of justice".
"And the young man by his side"...
-That's a hell of a start. -The images are on the server.
We need to catch whomever ordered the hit first.
What do you know about him? Other than that he must be wealthy.
If it's a man.
-Do you think it was an accident? -What do you mean?
I know what happened at the Nobel Banquet.
Thank you for taking the time. I know you have a lot going on.
-I heard about your PhD student. -Yeah. So horrible.
A door locking itself. A young, talented person.
And then this accident.
The first time we met you asked me if Caroline could be the target.
What makes you think that?
Caroline looked at me as she died.
It was like she wanted to tell me something.
Like she knew.
If she knew something she would've told me.
I was the one she confided in.
But she didn't say anything you heard?
Or maybe heard, but didn't understand?
No, nothing.
Caroline had a different view of Nobel's will.
She wanted to interpret based on the current day.
Even if the rest of the committee disagreed?
She said Nobel would have agreed.
He was the same. A visionary. Not some dusty old man.
There are many like Ernst Ericsson in the Nobel world.
And then a few more progressives.
Including the committee? Who?
Sören Hammarsten would be a good new chairman.
He's in touch with current research. He gets what we do here.
Won't he be elected?
Not according to preliminary reports.
-What do they say? -That it would be Ernst Ericsson.
He's been pretty...
...ruthless throughout his career.
The job as chairman is one of the highest-
-positions of power in the world of research.
If you're gonna write about power struggles,
starting with Ernst is a good idea.
Can I ask you something?
-How well do you know Birgitta Larsen? -Not very well.
We've run into each other while I've worked on this grant.
-But Caroline and her were close? -Yeah. Why?
She knows something about Caroline that she's not telling me.
I don't know...
-Thank you for letting me bother you. -It was nice.
Hey!
Do you want to go out some time?
Just for a coffee or a glass of wine?
That's probably a bad idea because I'm married.
-Or, well, cohabiting. -I didn't mean to be pushy.
No, that's alright.
You have 14 new messages.
This is Lotta from school. Kalle fell and got hurt.
He might need stitches. Please call me when you get this.
Kalle got hurtf. I'm on my way to the ER now.
I'm at the ER now, and Kalle is about to have an X-ray.
Annika, where the hell are you? They're doing the stitches. Call me, now!
Hey, honey. How are you?
Annika, Kalle's mom.
Thank you.
How are you?
They put stitches in my head.
I can tell.
-What happened? -He fell off a climbing frame.
They were mean.
Who were?
What really happened?
I didn't fall. Benjamin pushed me.
On purpose?
Come, let's go home.
School says it was an accident. These things happen when kids play.
Do you trust them more than your own son?
We have to trust Kalle. You just don't want to get-
-into an argument with our fancy new neighbours.
We'll talk to the school. They're pros, they know how to handle these things.
This is fucking serious.
He could have died.
Have you spoken to the parents?
Yeah, Maria doesn't think he meant to hurt him that bad.
-So you won't do anything? -I didn't say that.
-But no one saw what happened. -Kalle was pushed!
If no one acts, you can be sure it'll happen again!
-Stop it! I had it first! -Get lost!
-What the hell...! -Fucking goal!
What are you doing?
Stop it. Hey, listen here.
If you ever, ever-
-hurt Kalle again, I'll kill you.
"She was as comfortable in the boardroom as she was in the corporate world-"
"-and amongst her friends. Spontaneous and with a strong sense of justice".
-You could get a job on Vanity Fair. -More like Svensk Damtidning.
-It's good. -You think? Thank you.
-Do you have a cold? -No.
I'm just smoking a little. Those nicotine chewing gums were useless-
-so now I'm on the good stuff.
Not everyone likes what I write. Listen to this:
"You have a responsibility to tell the truth, but you fail".
"Caroline had secrets. Everyone's in on this dirty game".
"That does not go unpunished".
-Who sent it? -It's anonymous.
Anonymous? What a coward.
Caroline Andersson?
Andersson...
Did you look up the Nobel Commitee members?
Yeah.
-What've you got on Ernst Ericsson? -Ernst Ericsson—here.
He doesn't need the chairman salary.
30 million SEK in private equity.
-Torö—is that his private address? -Only the best will do.
-Can you see who sent this? -I can try.
Thank you.
-The Nobel Committee -I'm seeking Ernst Ericsson.
I'm calling from Kvällspressen. Where can I reach him?
He's working from home today. I'll patch you through to his cell phone.
[PHONE RINGS]
-Ernst Ericsson. -Annika Bengtzon, Kvällspressen.
I've received an e-mail regarding my article on Caroline von Behring.
We'd like to give you the opportunity to comment on the e-mail.
I have no idea what you're talking about. I have no comments. Thank you.
[DOOR BELL]
Hello?
Ernst?
Hello?
-I thought we had a deal. -I haven't written anything.
Go home. We'll call you.
-What're you publishing? -Nothing.
-We need to contact his next of kin. -And when you've done that?
Three dead with connections to Nobel within a week. You must have some idea.
-Could it be Kitten? -What makes you think that?
If Ernst Ericsson hired her she might've wanted to get him out of the way.
No, I don't think so. This wasn't a professional hit.
-Where are you going? -To the office.
Don't come at me with any non-disclosure order!
You didn't want to alert Kitten, but this wasn't her.
-I forbid it! -Shoot me.
Bernhard Thorell at Medi-Tec. Leave your name and phone number.
It's Annika, Kvällspressen. I have a few more questions about the committee.
About Sören Hammarsten and his position and...
Call me when you hear this.
Andersson had secrets.
It's a matter of human dignity and ethics.
We're not discussing this now.
I want to thank all those responsible for this great honor.
Mommy, we're home!
Hey, sweethearts.
Hey, Scrappy. Hi.
-How was school today? -Good.
You know what happened? Benjamin had to go home-
-because he wet himself.
Go on and play.
Hi.
How are you?
Did you tell Benjamin that you were going to kill him?
-Who told you that? -Maria. She was understandably upset.
Neither she nor the daycare would do anything.
So you threatened to kill an eight year old?
Somebody has to tell him off. You won't.
You're not fucking sane.
I am so embarrassed. Do you hear me? Go over and apologise.
Not now!
[PHONE RINGS]
Hi.
Thank you for seeing me so late.
I didn't know if you wanted red or white.
-I'd rather have a beer, so... -That's what I thought.
-Hey, do you have a pen? -Yeah.
Awesome, thanks.
Cheers.
I've known Sören for 6 or 7 years. He doesn't seek power.
-But he's the favourite for the position? -The best for the position.
The world of science wants him for chairman, Sören disagrees.
The conflict betweem Hammarsten and Ericsson felt personal.
It's mostly Ernst. He can be quite rigid.
-You must've noticed. -What do you mean?
Last time we spoke I got the impression that you were seeing him again.
I haven't been able to reach him.
Hey, you...
I was really excited when I saw your message. I've been thinking about you.
I've been thinking about you since the banquet.
Yeah, quite an unforgettable night.
Where did you go? I looked for you.
I got stuck with the cops.
I assume you did too. You saw her too, right?
Who?
It doesn't matter.
Did you see her?
The shooter?
No, it doesn't matter.
Yeah...
It's getting late. I should go.
-I'll take care of this. -Thank you.
Thank you for your time.
Information from contact in sweden. Your cover is blown.
Eye witness ID: Annika Bengtzon, Stockholm
Hey there.
I traced that anonymous e-mail.
It was sent from Karolinska institutets server. This is the sender.
-Birgitta Larsén. -Thank you.
You were supposed to reveal the truth of Caroline's secret.
But I didn't want to get involved.
I thought it was over, but...
Someone broke into my lab.
And left this.
A photo of Caroline at a convention in Helsinki in the '90s.
I don't get it.
Caroline's great breakthrough was an article in Science.
But Science wanted her to repeat her results first.
Which is a simple routine check.
But Caroline had to go to the convention.
So she cheated?
I wouldn't say that. It was just a routine check.
She didn't fabricate the results.
I did. I helped her fill it in and send it to Science.
-But you got caught? -Yeah. One of her candidates.
Barnhard Thorell?
-So he broke into your lab? -To silence me.
Are you gonna let him succeed?
Caroline felt threatened in the weeks leading up to the banquet.
She didn't say by whom.
She said that if anything happened to her, everything was in her archive.
I told the police everything, but they couldn't find anything.
Great.
How'd it go?
We interrogated him, but other than Larséns complaint-
-there's nothing to connect him to the murder at City Hall.
-So you're letting him go? -The complaint is still pending.
-But we don't need to keep him. -What about Caroline von Behrings archives?
We've searched them but haven't found anything.
-Thank you. -No problem.
Do you know what a Nobel Prize is worth to Medi-Tec?
The marketing? The recognition?
At least 50 billion dollars.
I've searched everything but we can't find anything.
-It's got to be here. -Yeah, to be fair...
-What about the computer? -We could check.
-And the server? -I don't know. Why?
I save everything in the cloud. She had an e-mail, right?
Okay.
It's the temperature in the test cabinet.
The alarm is so sensitive. I'll be right there.
Alright, what might your username be?
Andersson.
Shit..!
Andrietta.
My name is Caroline von Behring.
This is about one of my old D. candidates.
I never told anyone. But now I have to.
Because he's back. And now he wants more.
Hello.
The first time, I folded and gave in and approved his thesis.
Even though I knew it wouldn't stand up to scrutiny.
He's contacted me again. Now he wants the Nobel Prize.
Retract your complaint and I won't hurt you any more.
No. I won't do it.
No.
No, turn that off.
He wants me to niminate his candidates for the prize in medicine.
But I've declined.
-Shall we move onto the rabbits? -No, stop.
I'm begging you, I'm begging you. Stop it.
He's given me an ultimatum.
If his scientists aren't among the laureates, I will die.
Hello? Birgitta?
Yeah.
I found the archive. She names him.
I'll be right there.
It's Annika. I'm at Karolinska institutet with Birgitta.
I'm sending you a file. Open it as soon as you hear this.
It'll be in tomorrow's paper.
Come, I'll show you.
I'd love to see it.
-What did you want to show me? -It was nothing.
What the hell is this?
Bernhard says-
-that if his scientists aren't among the prize-winners, I'm dead.
DELETE?
You will not ruin this, you disgusting little...
Annika!
He's given me an ultimatum.
In three weeks the world will know...
If his scientists aren't among the prize-winners, I'm dead.
We're going to Karolinska Institutet.
Here. Enter here.
Stop!
Bernhard Thorell!
Step out of the vehicle!
Stop! I said "stop"!
...the archival material has shed new light on the murders.
Bernhard Thorell is suspected of hiring a serial killer.
The discovery was made by Annika Bengtzon...
...Caroline von Behring at the Nobel Banquet on December 10th.
The police believes that Bernhard Thorell planned the assassination of the Chairman.
Thorell allegedly blackmailed Behring to give him the prize in medicine.
The Nobel Prize would have given Medi-Tec great financial benefits.
The police suspect Thorell planned the murder.
The hitman is still at large.
Swedish police and Interpol are cooperating to arrest the killer.
Okay, we're going up to eight pages. We'll redo the first, everything in the middle.
Good job, Bengtzon!
-Well, check this out. -Mommy, look!
Mommy, look.
-Look at that! There it is. -It's pink.
Let's go, then.
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