[FOOTSTEPS RUNNING IN STAIRS]
[CHILDREN'S MUSIC]
What about this one?
It's dirty, just look at it.
-Help me find something else. -What's wrong with what he's wearing?
It's dinner at mom's. You know how much this means to her.
Are you wearing that?
Yes.
-Where's yours? -At Tattarbacken, in the attic.
-Want me to fetch it? -Yes.
You can't wear that! You look insane!
[PHONE RINGS]
-Annika. -Michelle Carlsson has been murdered.
-Sweden's sexiest TV host. -How?
Too many uncomfortable questions... She was filming a show in Sörmland.
-"Slottet"? Anne works on that. -Snapphane? Call her, quick.
Get a hold of Patrik. He was there, but he's not picking up.
-Did we end up choosing Bertil? -Yeah.
Berra will be there in five minutes. Call me as soon as you get there. Bye!
Don't we have anything clean?
What's wrong?
-20 people are expecting us on Gällnö. -Expecting you, not me!
-Go and have fun with your friends. -They're my aunts.
Yeah but...
Mommy needs to work. I'll call later.
-Bye, mommy. -Bye.
If you walk away now...
You are one hell of a mother.
I'll never forgive you.
Second lap: Sentinel Knox.
-Third: Victory Hill. -Putte Top Line?
No, I don't think so. My grandma is faster than Putte Top Line.
Don't touch that!
Michelle Carlsson was found dead-
-during the filming of the upcoming show "Slottet". The Police suspect murder-
-but have declined further comments.
Ten other people were present and are being interviewed by police.
-Stay in your room. -You've told me to a hundred times.
Thanks for the reminder.
I'm pretty sure I haven't killed anyone.
Tonight is Walpurgisnacht. We're throwing a party.
[PHONE RINGS]
Are you coming?
-Shush! -What?
-Anne. -It's me. Are you still at the castle?
Hello? Are you okay?
-Wait. -What happened? Did you see anything?
Who else is there? I know about you and Patrik, otherwise no clue.
Anne? Hello? Are you still there?
-Give me your phone. -Did she get to keep hers?
-I have to call my daughter first. -You can't. Give it here.
What the hell is this?
Nope, can't get through there.
[KNOCKING]
Do you have any painkillers?
Karin, please.
I can't get the picture out of my head of her just... lying there.
-You and I can't speak to each other again. -What?
We're not allowed to.
I know, but I'm really tired. I can't even call my daughter.
-Why aren't we allowed to go home? -Did they interrogate you?
Why would they?
They think it was one of us.
-Don't you get that? -One of us?
Do you think so too?
It was so awful, how she lied there all bloody... She had such a weird look on her face.
Anne, please.
I can't handle this right now. Return to your room.
Leave.
If neither of them is a suspect you can tell me who they are.
Of course. Yeah, sounds good. Thanks.
-Are you getting anything? -It's just a bunch of journalists.
A castle behind some bushes. Just grass, gravel, twigs.
I'm going to take a shit.
The vehicle registry, please. I've got a GTR 062.
HXK 084.
Well done, Annika. Yes, keep it up.
Bye.
Patrik is there. Right in the middle of it. That could come in very handy later.
Michelle Carlsson sued us over these. Read them thoroughly.
-No thanks. Were we sentenced? -Settled out of court, of course.
Okay. Three more, then we're golden.
Ten Little Nigger Boys... I think Patrik did it.
Yeah, maybe.
It's your turn. Come on.
-Can I borrow your phone? -You already had your call.
Here you go.
[DISTANT VOICES]
Protocol regarding the interrogation of Snapphane, Ann...
-Anne. -Anne.
It is Monday, April 30, and the time is...
...12.15.
-You were on the phone this morning. -My private phone.
-I forgot I brought it. -Who were you talking to?
He came in and took it before I could pick up.
What are you doing here?
Well, this is an interrogation, right?
Sorry...
I was the studio receptionist.
What was the shooting like?
Well, it was a regular shooting.
Something always goes wrong. It's not a big deal.
Somebody getting shot in the head?
-That's not what I meant. -What did you mean?
The weather.
It's hard to film external scenes when it's windy. It ruins the audio.
So everything went well apart from the wind?
No, we were behind schedule.
Michelle got annoyed and then...
-Everybody was in a bad mood. -There was a fight?
-You have to reply verbally. -Yes!
-Who were fighting? -I don't know... Everybody.
-Did anyone fight with Michelle? -I...can't remember.
Did you and Michelle get into a fight?
I've promised to celebrate Walpurgisnacht with my four year-old daughter.
-When can I leave? -I can keep you here for 96 hours.
Answer the questions. What were you up to last night?
-What are doing? Back up. -Annika Bengtzon, Kvällspressen.
My colleague, Patrik Nilsson, is in there.
-I'd like to speak with him. -You can't.
Put that down or I'm taking it from you.
-Is he under arrest? -No.
The police may not prevent journalists from speaking with their employers.
Freedom of the Press Act.
-Does that apply to all of the journalists? -There are more?
Barbara, something. Also from Kvällspressen.
-Hansson? -What the hell is going on here?
She says she's here to speak with the journalists.
-Why? -It's in the Freedom of the Press Act.
That's a new one. Did you come up with that one yourself?
-Thanks for the visit. -Thanks.
-Did you get anything, Berra? -Pictures of the killer.
-I have one more name. -This is getting better and better.
Are you sure? Good. Keep it up.
Yup. And one bottle of Riesling - per person.
Who sent Barbara?
"Famous investigative journalist - murder suspect"
How fucking dramatic, no? It could be something.
Granny!
Hi.
To leave her family on Walpurgisnacht...
-Do you not keep your wife under control? -You know that they're not married, Märta.
Yeah, yeah... To write about violence and crime, what kind of work is that for a woman?
-Thomas? Isn't it sad? -I can't believe you managed to pack everything.
Yeah, but I did forget the sleeping bags.
It's just you and the kids. You can stay in the guest bedroom.
And now you should just relax.
-You do that. Have you met Sture? -No.
Did you bring the dress I bought her?
She did bring something nicer than that?
-Yes. Or, no, although... -She can't do laundry either?
-Sture can. He can do laundry. -Sture this and Sture that...
-Where did you find him? -Online.
You can borrow him for a week if you want. -Sture!
-Come take a seat. -Yeah.
-Holger? Has he met someone new? -No.
Uh huh.
Michelle Carlsson has been found dead in a mobile studio.
Shot in the head, died immediately.
-Signs of a struggle? -No comments.
-Do you have any suspects? -As I've said, we have no suspects.
No comments regarding the witnesses.
TT reports that there are still ten people in there.
I won't comment on the witnesses. How many there are-
-who they are, what they have or haven't seen.
That's all.
The witnesses?
Didn't you hear me?
Karin Bellhorn, Stefan Axelsson, Bambi Rosenberg, Sebastian Follin-
-Hannah Persson, Anne Snapphane, Patrik Nilsson, Barnara Hansson.
-I only counted eight. -The ninth is the mobile studio driver.
What do you stand to lose?
You won't have to listen to me nag.
Fine. Gunnar Antonsson.
-And the 10th..? -You promised you'd stop nagging.
I lied.
You will give me the 10th.
-What do we have? -Yeah...what do we have?
Karin Bellhorn, producer. Anne Snapphane, studio receptionist.
Gunnar Antonsson, mobile studio technician.
-Where Michelle's body was found. -Stefan Axelsson, video producer.
And the agent, Follin, Sebastian.
The articles from the archive, is that all we have on him?
They're all about Michelle. He must have other clients.
-He was entirely dependent on Michelle. -And then there's Bambi Rosenberg.
-Bimbo-Bambi from "Lover's Nest". -We have pictures of her with Michelle.
-Are they friends? -They could be more than friends.
And then there's Hannah Persson. I'm looking her up now.
-Maybe she worked in the kitchen. -Are you seeing what we're seeing?
Well, well, well.
Hannah Persson, secretary of the National Socialists of Sörmland.
-Michelle was an immigrant. -Her mother was from Lithuania.
-Which Swedish county is that in? -The signal's a little spotty, I can't hear you.
[MAKES NOISES LIKE A BAD CONNECTION]
-And Barbara and Patrik. -What will we do about that?
-Two of our journalists are in there. -Could we accuse Patrik of being a journalist?
-Child reporter, maybe. -I heard that.
Barbara and Patrik can't talk.
-Do you have anything else on Snapphane? -I haven't been able to reach her.
Annika, is Snapphane a conflict of interest?
-No. -Okay.
Let's keep it up. All of it, the drama. I want the names of all ten witnesses.
[PHONE RINGS]
I just wanted to say hello to the kids.
And to you.
Yeah...
Michelle Carlsson was born in Gränna and quickly became a renowned TV celebrity.
During her short career she worked-
-in both entertainment and journalism.
Despite criticisms regarding her lackluster journalistic background-
-she was popular with TV audiences and respected among peers.
My name is Michelle Carlsson.
-Are Thomas and the kids at home? -No, at Gällnö.
-I was supposed to be there too. -Don't you hate Gällnö?
And Gällnö hates me.
-Which one of them do you think did it? -Barbara.
Why is she even there?
Otherwise I suspect Patrik. He'll do anything for a headline.
That 10th guest is interesting. That's where my money is.
-Why don't we know anything about him? -Or her.
[DRINKING SONGS FROM AFAR]
I'm gonna take a walk.
-Do you want me to come keep guard? -No, that's alright.
[DRUNKEN SINGING]
-Where are you going?! -Just to the bathroom.
-Do you want any toilet paper? -No, I'm good.
[YANKING ON A DOOR]
[CRUNCH, THUMP, CREAKING DOOR]
Patrik?
-What the hell are you doing here? -Why haven't you been in touch?
I would've if I could've.
-Good thing you can speak with me now. -I will.
-I'm not giving you a headline. -We work at the same paper.
So?
-What are you looking for? -Never you mind.
[CREAKING DOOR]
[FOOTSTEPS]
-Hi. -Hi. Come in.
-You can't be here. -What's going on? How are you?
-I don't know, I have a headache. -Did you talk to Miranda?
No. Well, just briefly. She's with Mehmet's mother in Lund.
I was taking her to Riddarholmen.
-Why is Patrik here? -He's here with Bimbo-Bambi.
-Really? -A pretty failed date.
What really happened?
How many times have you listened to me rant about how I have Michelle Carlsson.
Now she's fucking dead!
The police keep nagging and think I did it.
Quiet, you're innocent. Take it easy, tell the truth.
Anne?
What's wrong?
[KNOCK ON THE DOOR]
Hello?
Apart from you, Bambi, and Patrik, Barbara and Karin were here.
Sebastian, Stefan, the neo-nazi, and the mobile studio guy - who else?
-What? -Who's missing?
-What the hell? -I'm just gonna... Goodbye.
-Who's the 10th? -John Essex.
You're meddling in an ongoing investigation. I could have you arrested.
No worries, I'm leaving.
Get moving.
Yeah, yeah, yeah. I'll get it done. Hang in there.
That was Annika. Can we fit some more?
Not in the national issue. Maybe local. Is it worth it?
-John Essex was the 10th guest. -Essex? What is he doing there?
He was the secret guest.
The printing house.
[METAL SCRAPING]
[THUMP]
-God, you scared me. -Are you looking for something?
No.
Yeah, uhm... wine.
-I can't sleep. -No...
-Would you like some coffee? -Are you having coffee at this hour?
No, tea. I meant tea.
I'm making some for myself, so...
No, I'm good.
Oh, God...!
Fuck! Annika, wake up. They're on the move.
-Where is Bertil? -I have no idea.
-Bertil! The witnesses! -Come on!
Damn it!
Get out of the way!
Bengtzon, Kvällspressen. What was your relationship to Michelle?
What my relationship was? How is that any of your business?
-Move! -Bambi, how are you?
This is so fucking horrible. It's the worst thing that's ever happened to me.
-How well did you know Michelle? -She was my best friend.
-What are you going to do now? -I don't know.
What happened yesterday?
What you wrote about her... You really hurt her.
-Now she's dead. Congratulations. -Did you know any of her secrets?
What are you going to do next, Bambi?
-What's going on in there? -I can't tell you anything.
You have to be able to give us something.
-You or me? -He's not gonna tell us anything anyway.
Patrik, come on!
Gunnar Antonsson?
Mhm.
Annika Bengtzon, Kvällspressen. May I ask you a few questions?
I can't contribute much.
They said I was free to leave, but that I couldn't bring the bus.
-Did you know Michelle? -Yeah.
She was a good girl. Don't let anyone tell you otherwise.
-Would they? -Yes.
Everybody complains about the host. There's always some problem, it's never good.
They're probably jealous, want their own faces on screen.
-You too? -No.
That would be something, huh?
What happened? There was some kind of party?
Yeah, it was...
It was a wrap up party for the crew.
I have decided to do a very good interview with you.
I want a meeting between the three of us tomorrow morning, before we leave.
I have to leave at six.
The bus is needed in Dalarna. Stefan is staying. Ask him when he's leaving.
-Stefan? Isn't he heading home? -No, I think he mentioned staying.
Why?
Stefan? Are you staying?
Cheers.
Weren't you heading home?
Hello, everyone, and welcome to "Slottet"!
-How are you? -It's good to see you.
Wanna sit here?
Let go!
-Michelle, what the fuck...? -Get lost!
What the fuck is his problem?
Dear friends...
Listen up, everbody! What a fantastic week we've had.
-You are incredible, the best in the business. -You too, Michelle.
if you insist... No, you really are the best. Thank you so much.
-Cheers. -Cheers!
Gunnar, I'd like to give you this.
-You didn't need to. -It's just a small gift of appreciation.
I hope to see you again. You're a rock, Gunnar.
A round of applause for Gunnar.
[ONLY MUSIC]
Sad, but true.
[PARTY SOUNDS]
[SOUND STOPS]
After that I know nothing, until Anne woke me up.
-Anne? -She found Michelle.
What happened after the film crew left for Stockholm?
-Why am I still here when everyone else left? -Answer my questions and we'll see.
What happens if I just leave?
-I can ask the prosecutor for an arrest warrant. -I didn't do it!
Anne, your fingerprints are on the murder weapon. You found Michelle.
You're the only one who can't tell me where you were when she died.
-It wasn't me. -What was that?
It wasn't me!
Okay. One more time.
You will tell me of your actions on the night of the murder.
Anne?
Look at me.
What were you doing on the night of the murder?
I realised from the start that she had special talent.
And when I started my company, Build & Create-
-she became my big, big star.
We were about to launch a large international project so this is...
...extra sad.
We were like one.
And now I feel...
-...half. -Can't we have a little perspective?
Sebastian Follin, Build & Create. Thank you for your attention.
One should be able to expect some critical thinking from the gathered press.
The world hasn't exactly lost a great mind, right?
What do you think, Annika? We're not grieving some Mahatma Gandhi, are we?
This whole circus is embarrasing. We should have more important things to do.
My taxi is here.
-Did you get to interview Essex? -I am not dealing with that here and now.
-Did you get any pictures? -We'll discuss that later.
Wake up, daddy!
-Wake up! -Stop it.
-Granny says it's time to wake up. -Yes, granny says so. Good morning.
Can't you have them a little longer?
I need to start cooking. The guests will be here soon.
-What guests? -Just a few neighbours.
-Eleonore? -Isn't it nice with a bit of company?
When did you invite her?
Would you have invited my ex-wife if Annika was here?
Don't be silly, get yourself presentable.
Yeah, yeah! Just you wait!
Kalle and Ellen!
[PHONE RINGS]
Hello, you've reached Thomas. Leave a message after the tone.
My name is Karin Bellhorn and I am in charge of this production.
I speak for all of Zero Television when I say-
-that we are mourning one of our most beloved colleagues.
Michelle Carlsson was not only a colleague, but a friend.
I've spoken with the higher-ups in London and we will be hosting a televised memorial service.
You are all invited. I will get back to you with a date and a location.
-Thank you. -Why do you think she was killed?
-When is the memorial service? -Were you also interrogated?
-Here comes the nazi girl. -You knew Michelle Carlsson!
-Are you a Sweden Democrat? -No. I am Swedish.
Does the police think there's a connection between the murder and your political views?
You disgust me! If I were you I would kill myself immediately.
Fucking cunt!
[CAR ENGINE]
Do you need help?
Yes, please.
-You're Annika Bengtzon? -Mhm.
-You work with Anders Schyman? -Yeah. Do you know him?
No, not really.
Why do you think someone would want Michelle Carlsson dead?
Michelle, she...
She was...
...good on screen.
Good for the company.
Was good PR.
-A face for the company. -I thought she disliked all of the attention.
Don't let yourself be fooled.
Michelle was good at that. Very skilled.
She knew that gossip isn't news. It's entertainment.
-Have my business card. Call if you need anything. -Thank you.
Annika?
They've let everyone go except Anne.
Here. Take my car. I'll catch a ride with Olle.
My source within the police says it'll be a while before they let her leave.
Okay.
It'll be okay.
Bye. Olle? Wait up.
The police called. We're supposed to collect some gear.
-What gear? -It's the property of Kvällspressen.
-Shall I send a someone? -Yes, please do.
Tore?
Bring it straight to me.
Okay.
[PHONE RINGS]
-Thomas. -It's me.
What do you want?
I've called a few times, but...
-Are the kids there? -They're out on the boat with Holger.
They're wearing life jackets, right?
You know what? Go to hell.
-Thanks. -Cheers.
It's nice to just sit here.
Quiet.
Quiet at the dinner table.
Quiet in the car.
-Quiet in bed. -It wasn't all bad.
-Don't try to rewrite history. -It's nice to not be fighting.
We never cared enough to fight.
How are you doing?
Yeah, it's...
...good.
-Anne? Anne, my car is down there. -I don't want to speak to anyone.
-Do you know what happened? -Why did they keep you the longest?
Could you turn around, Anne?
-We can go to my place. -What about Thomas and the kids?
-Gällnö. -Lucky you.
-Why does everyone keep saying that? -You hate it at Gällnö.
Yeah.
-What happened in there? -I don't wanna talk about it.
We can talk about it later, okay?
Do you have any wine?
-Aren't you having any? -No, but please go ahead.
This fucking business.
I should've been producer, not studio receptionist.
-All I do these days is make coffee. -Why didn't you become one?
I don't know.
You have no idea how hard I work over there.
And then Michelle shows up...
...getting by like it's nothing.
-I should've quit long ago. -What would you do instead?
Convenience store register. In Piteå.
So that people can really tell me not to think I'm special.
That's a good idea. The uniforms would suit you. Orange is your color.
I'm trying to feel sorry for myself over here.
[COMPUTER BOOTING]
I don't want to talk about it.
I know.
-Can I stay here? -Yes, of course.
Thank you.
What about the murder weapon?
-Have you processed it? -Do you never sleep?
-What about fingerprints? -Quite a few.
-Everybody's. -Michelle's too?
Number 62!
-You don't think it's suicide, right? -No, we don't.
-What about Essex? -Investigated and dismissed.
Who do you think did it?
-Who do you think? -Me? Well...
It's not Anne or Gunnar, and Barbara and Patrik are out of the question, right?
Anne could never and Gunnar is so proper and neat.
Neatness is hardly an alibi. It's also a trait shared by many serial killers.
Being your friend isn't an alibi either.
You already handed it off?
-To whom? When? -They've taken the nazi in for questioning.
Did you read the paper? Some very interesting stuff about Snapphane.
Her and Michelle were both after the job as host.
-Imagine if we had known to write about that. -But they didn't know about Essex.
How did they get him? He doesn't do interviews, doesn't perform in Sweden.
There are other ways, no?
-Give this to Bambi. -I'll talk to the cops and to forensics.
-Annika? -The witnesses and Michelle.
-Talk to Snapphane too! -Annika? Come here, please.
You're getting fired.
Close the door.
-What was that about? -Worry about yourself, not others.
-What is this? -The police seized one of our cameras.
-How could they let this go? -They must've finished processing it.
-Patrik took these. -Or Barbara.
No, it was Patrik. He's looking for something.
There are pictures missing. Someone has been tampering with this.
I know. It was me.
It's her gun. That's why they had her in for questioning.
We can't keep these to ourselves. We're printing these tonight.
Keep the change!
Fuck.
We're using clips from all of her shows. Guests, artists - all of it.
-And i want... -Sorry, messy morning.
When did they let you out?
Maybe you had quite a few things to answer to.
Come on, we're running out of time.
-Does everyone know what to do? -I don't know what to do.
Log all of the footage so that we can use it for the show.
Get going!
"The show..." A minute ago it was call the "memorial service".
Behave.
Oh my God.
-What the hell are you doing? -Sebastian, calm down.
Everything to do with Michelle goes through me.
Do we have a contract or not?
Everything regarding Michelle goes through me!
Call my secretary to set up a meeting. Thank you.
Are you listening? She's my responsibility!
I hear what you're saying. I want you to leave.
-Thank you and I will see you tomorrow. -Yes.
Hello?
No, thank you!
I'll try the sign-off again.
Welcome to "Slottet". I'm Michelle Carlsson.
-Good. A little further to the left. -A little more left? Here?
[DOOR OPENING]
What are you doing here?
Michelle trusted me-
-since I was also famous.
-Have you seen "Lover's Nest"? -Mhm.
You were there with Patrik?
-Do you work with him? -For the same newspaper.
Michelle hade a really rough shooting process.
She asked me to come along for emotional support.
-Was anyone troubling here. -Yeah. Like, everyone.
For example...?
Stefan.
-She felt weirded out by him. -Why?
There was something between them.
-Were they seeing each other? -I don't know.
-It was a long time ago. -Why did she feel weirded out?
Because he was a giant piece of shit.
When she told him that she was pregnant he started ranting about his wife.
-Michelle was pregnant? -Yeah, but she had...
-An abortion? -Yeah.
But that... that was a long time ago. I don't know exactly when.
-Did she have issues with anyone else? -There was that... assistant.
She was so damn mean.
-The did some auditions together. -Anne Snapphane?
That's right.
She was vile.
But Michelle was always super professional.
People could be so jealous even though they made money off of her.
Especially that gross agent, Sebstian.
I bet he's happy. He's about to make serious cash now that she's dead.
It wouldn't surprise me if he's the one who did it.
I was probably the only one who...
...who really knew Michelle.
-Is all of this HD-make up? -I don't know. It's not mine.
What do you want? Once we get back to Stockholm I'm getting a new agent.
-What? -I can't believe you invited Barbara...!
She's crazy.
We're making a ton of money off of her.
That gossip isn't getting near me. Neither are you.
-What do you mean? -You're fired. Goodbye!
How the hell will you get by without me?
More champagne to us because we're the best!
-Cheers! -Cheers.
Cheers.
-Cheers, Sebastian. -Cheers, Sebastian.
Don't rip your corset.
Your ex-manager?
-Cheers, Bambi. -You are so screwed, old man.
-And when did you grow balls? -The bus for Stockholm departs shortly.
It's time for those leaving to depart.
Who could have done this?
So she fired him?
She should've done so long ago. He was really creepy.
Spied on her... He was, like, obsessed.
Hey? You're needed at the recycling station.
Now.
You picked up fast. Who did you think it was?
-Nobody. Is something the matter? -Somebody is here to see you.
First I want to inform you that I am in charge of all of Michelle's business.
-And that means? -That you call me if you need anything.
And you can gain access to much more-
-if you agree to do business with Build & Create.
-We don't pay for news. -I'm not selling gossip here.
What are you selling?
The truth about Michelle.
Weren't you fired?
She fired me once a week.
She couldn't make it without me.
She was like a child.
Hey y'all!
[LOUD MUSIC]
All I wanted to say is... You are so good. Thank you for all of the hard work.
-Cheers! You're the best! -Cheers!
The bus departs in 10 minutes.
It's time to go.
Champagne!
Karin's stash.
Let's do this, okay? Let's go!
[FÜR ELISE]
Can't you stop that noise?
-Keep it up. You're talented. -You're so fucking gross.
What was that? Watch it. That kinda stuff is bad for your career.
He's just old and grumpy.
Then that weirdo pulled out a weapon.
Anne, come here, let me take a picture.
Aim at the camera.
Stefan, you're such a grinch.
-Aim at the camera. -Hey now...
-Take a picture of me. -Knock it off.
Give it to me. It's not loaded, right?
-Fuck! -Are you insane? What was that?
So Michelle and John Essex left together?
Everything regarding Michelle's private life is available for those who pay.
Haven't you made enough money off of her by now?
Maybe I should speak to your boss.
-He probably knows how valuable this is. -Yeah, go ahead.
Stop raking!
Make up!
NO SIGNAL CHECK INPUT CABLE
-You must have a lot to do right now. -Yeah.
But answering questions from the press is my job.
From what I can tell, Michelle wasn't liked much at all.
-Is that true? -No, I wouldn't say that.
But conflicts develop during projects like this.
It's easy to burn your bridges.
The party was Michelle's last as host.
Not because she dies, she was being reassigned.
It might seem strange-
-but she was losing control.
Easily agitated, hard to work with.
She wasn't exactly young anymore, either.
But she was only 34.
The camera adds ten pounds, ten years, and a life of sorrow.
She was an incredible host.
In her own way.
Definitely one of our best.
-Do you smoke? -No.
I need a cigarette.
[PHONE RINGING]
-Anne. -It's Lily, down at the front desk.
The cops are here. I think you'd better come down.
The cemetaries are full of indispensible people.
But wasn't the show build around her?
Michelle Carlsson didn't create television. Television created Michelle Carlsson.
And up next is someone new. Younger, hotter.
Looks aren't very important. Not like you think.
A symmetrical face is important.
The left and the right sides of the face need to be the same.
The distance between the eyes can't be too small. That makes you look like a pig.
Then there's that which you can't quite put your finger on.
-Like...? -If you pop through the screen or not.
You'd look good on TV.
It's hard to say without a camera test, but I think the camera would love you.
You have... No, integrity is the wrong word.
Your gaze. It envokes curiosity.
What have you been through?
You took care of the gun at the castle.
-That's right. -What did you do with it?
[GUNFIRE, YELLING]
What the hell are you doing?
Are you insane?!
-You're drunk. Go to bed. -No, I want to talk to you first.
-Then talk. -About "Kvinnosoffan".
Oh, for God's sake.
It's been, what, five years?
Why did Michelle get the job and I didn't?
You know that I'm 100 % more qualified than she was.
My camera test went great. Hers was a fucking joke.
I have a much better resume. I'm a journalist.
I have exper- I have real experience.
Maybe you didn't sleep with the right person.
In that regard, Michelle's resume is probably a lot more impressive.
And she made sure to talk to people about you.
Spread a few concerns.
Nobody wants to invest in neurotic people who drink too much.
Go to bed, Anne.
You're picking up your little girl tomorrow.
And where is Anne now?
We know each other.
-Vi are interrogating Anne Snapphane. -But you took Hannah Persson in for questioning?
-The nazi. -She's been released. Okay?
Hi, I'm Annika.
I'm looking for Hannah Persson. Is she your mother?
Can I come in?
-Fucking kid. -Annika Bengtzon, Kvällspressen.
-Is Hannah home? -She doesn't want to speak with you.
-Can't she tell me that herself? -What the fuck! It's broken.
Out of the way. Get out of the way, you little shit.
-Annika Bengtzon, Kvällspressen. -What the fuck...!
-What the hell do you want? -I just want to ask a few questions.
-Why were you at the party? -I was invited.
To the TV show. Three fucking feminist dykes talking politics.
One of them flipped and attacked me, hitting me so hard I started bleeding.
So I stayed for the party.
Hey, baby.
Can't you go make a sandwich? And then we'll play soccer after.
I'm just gonna try to get this old lady to leave.
Go away.
Why were you walking around with a loaded gun?
Were you going to shoot someone?
Then what was it for?
-You brought a loaded gun. -Oh, for fuck's sake!
That fucking bitch took it and I never saw it again.
-What the hell are you doing? -Take it easy, nothing happened.
-Go to bed. -Don't get me mixed up in all of this.
-Not if you go to bed. -Karin, stop it.
-Excuse me. -I'm sorry.
Michelle, put on some music, get things moving in here.
I'm gonna have a fucking talk with her.
Then he returned with those fucking pictures.
-Guess what they're up to in there. -Who?
-Essex and Michelle. -Let me see.
-What are you saying? -This could cost you.
-It's the headline of the year. -You're so fucking mean.
-Can't you just leave?! Hello?! -What the hell are you doing?
-You're fucking insane, Stefan! -You shut up! Do you hear me?
Fuck you! Michelle!
-What are you staring at? -What the hell have you done?
Watch it or I'll kick your face in, you nazi whore.
These are the most unsympathetic, vile, disgusting fucking asses-
-I've ever met. They thought they knew who I was.
You still haven't told me why you brought the gun.
I guess I wanted to test them.
See how tough they were.
How did you get your hands on it?
They're not easy to get one's hands on in Sweden.
-You must've told the police something. -Go to hell.
You told them how you do it, how you get it into the country.
Hi. You have reached Anne Snapphane at Zero Productions. Please leave a message.
-It's me again. Call me. -The article on Michelle Carlsson?
-20 minutes. -20 minutes?
As exciting as the one about the nazi?
I wrote what I could.
She's suspected of unlawful possession of a firearm and admitted that it was her gun.
Barely. Barely...
-Have they arrested Snapphane? -No.
She's being questioned as a witness.
We need something concrete.
A shame they let Essex go. A little sex and glam wouldn't have hurt, huh?
-What does the police say? -Not really a suspect
He was hung over in a limousine on his way to Arlanda Airport.
Such a shame to miss out on this.
If Schyman wasn't so pretentious I could've written meters of columns about it.
I want celebrity jealousy drama but all I'm getting is unlawful possession in a suburb.
As if that's news.
Stefan?
This is my home. Go away.
I know you're the one who smashed the furniture at the castle.
What really happened?
Stefan, are you staying?
Hello, everybody, and welcome to "Slottet"!
Come here, girls.
Michelle?
-Can we talk? -Not now.
Michelle. Please...
-Why are you avoiding me? -I'm not.
No?
-Hey...when can I see you? -You can't see me.
You can't see me anymore, at all.
I've been trying to tell you something all night.
I've told Sanna about us. I'm moving out.
It's true.
Why would it be true this time?
Can't we stop pretending already, Stefan?
It's never going to happen, is it?
It's over.
Have you met somebody else?
I guess you don't need me anymore now that things are going well.
-I was just here to set the stage for you. -How the fuck could you say that?
-Have you met someone more famous? -I've never been so in love.
I've never hoped for anything this much, never waited as long as I have with you.
I wanted that child.
But you know what? It passed.
Strange, isn't it? For so long I thought this would never pass.
That I would spend the rest of my life like this.
That I will love somebody who doesn't love me back. It's like a punishment.
-But it passed. -I'm moving out, I promise.
We'll have that baby.
I promise.
Good luck, Stefan.
[DOOR OPENS]
Hi. I thought I heard your car.
-Hi. -Annika Bengtzon, Kvällspressen.
You wrote about Michelle Carlsson. I never met her, so...
Ooh, it's awful. Chilling.
-You'll come inside soon? -Yeah.
[VOICE FROM INSIDE THE APARTMENT]
Hello?
[FLUSHING TOILET]
Hi. I...was waiting for you.
Okay...
My head fucking hurts.
I've been sat there, looking at Michelle Carlsson the whole fucking day.
Do you understand?
Why haven't you been in touch?
-Hey. What are you looking for? -I don't know.
How much have you been drinking?
-Do you have any pain killers? -No.
What did the police want?
Anne. You have to talk to me.
-So that you can write about it? -I'd only write what you tell me.
I'm trying to help you. If you've done something you have to tell me.
Do you think I did it? Fuck you!
It doesn't matter what I think.
Tomorrow, Kvällspressen will feature a picture of you with the murder weapon.
Tell me what happened.
-I don't know. -What do you mean you don't know?
The whole evening is a big black hole!
Are you happy?
-Why didn't you just tell me? -I don't want to talk to you anymore.
-You're so fucking childish. -Want to know why I came here?
Because you're my best friend. I thought maybe you would be supportive.
You only care about your fucking job. How does Thomas put up with you?
Mom? Mom!
-What? -The potatoes are overboiled.
How does the steak look?
It looks...perfect.
-What china are we using? -The East Indian one. I put it out.
Yeah, I can see that.
We're having soup, too.
-I wish I could help you. -I'm almost done.
You know what I mean.
Thomas, dear.
You don't need to pretend in front of me. I know things are hard.
-You're the one making it hard. -Me? What have I done?
-You're always complaining. -About what?
Is it so strange that she doesn't feel welcome here with that photo on display?
-Mind your words, young man. -But you never mind yours.
Eleonore didn't want children.
Thanks to Annika you have grandchildren. Next time you see her, try some gratitude.
No. I'm not taking this, know that.
-What are you waiting for? An apology? -I'm unwell.
I'm also unwell. Do you understand?
It makes me unwell when you're always acting like this.
Mom?
Good morning. Thank you.
It's nothing. It's like a kids' magazine.
Good morning. Did we have a meeting scheduled?
-Where are the rest of the pictures? -They were pure porn.
It's my story. If you're not printing it I'm taking it elsewhere.
Feel free, but the pictures aren't yours. The camera is the property of Kvällspressen.
You're a great journalist and will have a good career.
But not using a story like this. Let it go.
-Patrik has good instincts. -His instincts suck.
-We could never print those pictures. -No, but we could've sold them.
English papers would've given anything.
-Anything else? -No.
Coward.
It keeps moving forward. Don't you have any hair spray?
-Do you want to go first? -I'll go first.
Do you know where Anne is? She left this at my place.
Maybe you know what it is.
I guess it won't do any harm now.
Michelle asked me for a favour. She wanted a copy of the com audio.
-You tape that? -Sometimes.
It's used for behind the scenes stuff.
And that was a secret?
She was making a documentary about her work. You now, people talk.
But it's easy, so I helped her. The tape lasts 12 hours on long play.
-Hence the bottle of whiskey. -Yeah.
But the shooting was stressful, so I nearly forgot.
I remembered right before the final take.
You started recording on the last take of the last day?
Yeah.
-It will cast shadows on your face. -You'll have to enter from the left, then.
Then I'll have to redo the rigging.
-It'll take a while, but we'll get it done. -Thank you.
-We have to listening to this. -I don't have time.
Good luck, Karin.
-15. -Be ready.
[GUNSHOT ON TAPE]
10, nine, eight-
-seven, six, five-
-four, three-
-two, one...
Shoot. -Go ahead, Karin.
Good evening.
My name is Karin Bellhorn and I am a producer at Zero Television.
We are gathered today for a memorial service for our colleague Michelle Carlsson.
An incredibly talented, headstrong young woman.
Her always so disarming charm allowed people around her-
-to feel seen and loved.
I'm out.
With great sorrow we are forced to reckon with the passing of Michelle Carlsson...
-They already started. -I'll call.
I think we all miss her just as much as I do.
Oof...What a downer.
I thought they'd have a bar.
-Poor Karin. -What are you saying?
Michelle had great plans.
Do you know how she keeps herself up top?
She kicks down any bastard climbing the ladder behind her.
Have you ever met anyone who worked with her for over two years?
-To work with Michelle... -I've worked with her for five years.
And you still make the coffee? Well climbed.
Maybe you're her perfect little door mat.
But the bright memories of her will always be with us.
Thank you.
[SINGING]
I am Sebastian Follin-
-owner and founder of Build & Create.
Today it is my great pleasure to report that we have entered into a collaboration-
-with Zero productions-
-to work to preserve...
...Michelle's legacy.
The first production will be a documentary...
...about Michelle and her life and...her work.
-Annika! What? -Yeah, that's all.
And with that I hand things back to Karin. Karin?
Yes.
Thank you, Sebastian.
The time has come for some...
[MOANING ON TAPE]
-What the hell is going on? -Andreas, what are you doing?
-It's not coming from our gear. -What are you doing?
It's not us. We don't know where it's coming from.
PK, break transmission. Go to an ad break, now.
I gotta go.
Bye.
See you around.
What is this? What are you doing?
-What's going on? -Stop it.
-What are you laughing at? -I'm laughing at you.
Do you know what you are? A bitter cunt.
-Behave. -You don't tell me what to do anymore!
You fucking bet I do. You spoiled little...
I book your guests, write your scripts, make sure everything comes together.
-Some gratitude would be appropriate. -You think so?
-You think you're so damn important. -Do not speak to me in that tone of voice.
-I'm your boss, Michelle. -Not for long.
-What do you mean? -They called me from London.
Not you. They called me.
They asked me if I wanted my own show, Prime Time.
I'll be the producer.
I can choose who I want to work with or not.
-You're lying. -No. They haven't even given you a briefing.
They don't even consider you anymore.
They call me. And it's this easy for me-
-to make sure nobody ever hires you again. Do you know that?
This easy, Karin!
Your time is over. You have nothing.
You have no husband, no children.
You put everything into this job, and soon you won't have that either.
-Shut up. -You shut up! That's enough.
You're finished. People consider you a pathetic-
-ugly fucking cunt. That's what people think.
[GUNSHOT ON TAPE]
[HEAVY BREATHING ON TAPE]
Could you sit down on the couch? Lean back.
-And look a little heroic. -How do you look heroic?
A little John Wayne. Think "John Wayne".
-Annika... You're ruining it. -That's not bad, it's good.
Could you take this. They're calling from London.
-We're already done, right? -Yeah.
Yes, hello, this is Anne Snapphane. Who am I talking to?
Hi, Lisa. Yeah, I think it will be ready in three days.
-Hi. -Mommy! Mommy!
Hey, babies. How have you been?
-We've been to the hospital. -How come?
-Granny had a heart attack. -Is she okay?
-Yeah. -Daddy yelled at her. Right?
Why?
She was saying mean things about you, mommy.
Was she?
We got burgers.
And candy, even though it's not Saturday.
God, I missed you.
Hey, you little caramel.
Watch out!
Next time you're coming with us. I can't handle her on my own.
You'll have to make me a virtuous woman first.
Then I will.
Not just to prove something to somebody else.
-We have nothing to prove. -If so I'm doing it because I want to.
Do you want to?
Do you?
Are we talking about getting married or not getting married?
-Let's get married. -Okay.
-Come on! -What was that for?
-You can't just say "okay". -Fine, o "okay, let's get married".
Let's get married.
Okay.
Hello and welcome to "Slottet".
Here, we meet for small talk and big discussions-
-about the important and the banal in equal measure.
With fascinating artists and exciting guests-
-we watch the end of winter together.
The wintery frost ends, replaced with joy and romance.
Maybe it's just that as spring approaches-
-we all become a little more alive.
My name is Michelle Carlsson. Welcome.
Interpretation: PuffyRainbowCloud 2024-07-13