Can't you tell them that you found a nuclear submarine and need to investigate further?
In the Stockholm archipelago, with the help of my handsome husband.
-Do you need any help with that? -A case for daddy.
-Let's see if daddy can handle it. -Weakling.
That went well. I'm only a little bit dizzy..!
-Let's see if you can get it on. -I don't want to go.
-Hi. -Hey, Bengtzon.
-Yo. How was Greece? -Not bad; Greek.
-Anything exciting going on? -Loads.
"Police suspect gang is behind moped thefts"
-Pollacks stealing Italian bikes. -I used to have one. Already pricey back then.
-Where's Berit? -Downtown.
Listen to this: "GB hits sales record: The ten most beloved ice creams."
Another top headline: "Swedish Army shuts down scheduled training."
-Oh summer time. -Lovely.
-Want some coffee? -I'd love some.
[PHONE RINGS] Kvällspressen, Annika Bengtzon.
Yes.
Yes, this is the paper. Which park?
-Who is she? -We don't know yet.
-Where's the lady who found her? -She left. She wasn't in great shape.
Strangled?
When?
-No trail, evidence? -The girl's barely gone cold.
Are you serious? I pass through here all the time.
-Do you live nearby? -Yeah, over on Frejgatan 41.
You're sure you didn't hear or see anything yesterday or this morning?
You're probably up at night these days.
It sometimes gets pretty rowdy at night around here. Especially on the weekends.
I'm getting sick of stepping over drunkards.
[PHONE RINGS]
-Christer Lundgren. -It's Karina.
I am inquiring about our pending offer on the free trade agreement.
There's a wording here...that could give the impression that the minister of trade...
...that you aren't equally positive about every country.
Do you know what, Karina? You were at that meeting and heard it all.
Why are you calling to ask me?
-How did the talks with the Balts go? -No-one left empty handed.
Good. That's all then. Thanks.
A young woman was found dead at Vanadislunden in Stockholm earlier today.
The police suspect the woman was murdered but has yet to make statement.
Alright.
I want to leave now.
Is it too risque?
Josefin...no "e"? Yes, Liljeberg.
-When will you know more? -Okay, status update?
Josefin Liljeberg. 19 years old, lived in Stockholm.
Strangled and raped around 5 this morning. Signs of prior abuse.
Good. Gather everything: relatives, work, boyfriends, girlfriends—all of it.
-And pictures of her—alive. -He's gotten used to the substitutes.
-"Liljeberg, Hanna Josefin. Täby." -Täby? Pretty girl, ugly habits.
-Registered on Igeldammsgatan. -Annika, you do relatives and acquaintances.
-Make sure they already know this time. -Wasn't me last time.
[MUSIC]
-God, you scared me. -I'm sorry.
I just wanted to look at you.
I thought you'd get here tomorrow.
Are they asleep?
Yes.
God, I missed you so.
Did she hang out with any classmates?
-Ask the Sports department. -Berit! -No boyfriend?
Confirmation on the rape and strangulation. Likely murdered where she was found.
No suspects yet. The public has been asked to call in if they know anything...
Her clothes are missing. They only found... -Her panties. I saw them.
-She's sharing apartment with a girl. -Who's she?
I don't know, but she's the one who reported her missing.
You find out everything about the hunt for the killer.
Annika, you deal with all of the personal stuff and her last hours alive.
How are you doing? You spoke to Josefin's mother.
Oh, God... She told me all about how well Josefin was doing at school and...
The father couldn't even get to the phone to speak, so...
I'll never get used to those fucking calls!
-Annika. -Yes?
Yeah...
Did you know her?
Mhm.
Annika. I'm a journalist. I've been writing about Josefin.
-I don't want to be interviewed. -Alright, fine.
-I know how you feel. -How?
Well, I mean...
I lost a boyfriend when I was about your age, so...
-Pretty flowers. -Her boyfriend left them.
-He couldn't bear coming alone. -What's his name?
-I have to go. -Oh, uhm...
If you want anything you can call me. Here's my card. Anything.
-What's your name? -Patricia.
-Hi, it's me. Did I wake you? -Yes.
Sorry. I just wanted to...
-Are you guys doing okay? -Yeah, we're good.
-Did you want anything else? -No, go back to sleep.
-Did you want to talk? -No, it's fine.
-I'll just be working a bit late. -Okay.
-Take care. -Okay.
-Kisses. -Kisses, bye.
We're not alone, but we're in the lead.
More photos, more detail. They've got nothing on her clothes.
-That girl, was she her roommate? -Yeah, Patricia.
I hope she calls me back. I'd love to get in touch with the boyfriend.
-How are you doing with the colonel? -Nothing out of the Ministry of Foreign Affairs.
The Minister of State isn't too bothered. Quotes the UN:
"No government of any country shall negotiate with terrorists."
-Isn't he starting to look rather smug? -He always has.
Maybe he should be the one locked up in a bunker for a while.
Christer? Christer.
It's the Minister of State.
-Hello? -Did you sleep well?
Yeah, I guess I needed it. I drove all the way in one go.
-Did everything go well? -Oh yes, it did.
I've had smoother talks but it went according to plan.
-Nobody saw you? -No.
-Are you absolutely certain? -Yes, I'm sure.
-Very well, then. We'll stand by. -Yes, absolutely. Bye.
Hi. Thanks.
[DOOR BELL]
Hi. I'm sorry to disturb, but... How are you doing?
I just want to talk, not interview you or anything.
This is where I sleep.
-We work night so we need them. -I could use some, too.
-What kind of job? -A...restaurant.
-Which one? -On Surbrunnsgatan.
-Which one? -It's called Studio Sex.
-What, the strip club? -It's dancing and posing.
-Was Josefin a stripper? -A dancer. Yes.
She did. I bar-tend.
-Didn't she want to be a journalist? -She was going to be.
The club was just...temporary to her, y'know.
-But not for you? -No. Does it have to be?
No, no... I don't mean to attack you.
I just want to know who Josefin was.
-Would you like some water? -No, thanks.
Was that why she had breast implants, for work? I saw her at the park.
-Was that why? -Joachim wanted her to. Her boyfriend.
He owns the club.
He paid, so she danced to pay him back.
She always joked about it.
"Only one left, only 'this much' left."
Her asking me to move in with her made me so glad.
I had nowhere to go. Joachim didn't like it, but...
-Why? -He wanted to keep her to himself.
But I didn't have choice so...it worked out anyway.
You can't write about any of this. You get that, right?
Was he jealous?
He loved her a lot. Everyone could tell.
She said that it was so beautiful that he could cry and show his emotions.
What you're telling me is important. Considering what happened to Josefin.
That she was a stripper at her boyfriend's club.
The cops already know. I don't want the papers full of trash about her.
They should be full of nice things about Josefin, not...
-People carry so much prejudice. -Nobody needs to know that you're the one who told me.
-This will come out sooner or later. -Yeah, but not from me.
If Joakim finds out I've been talking...
You can't write about this, okay? You have to promise me.
-I promise. -Okay.
Hey. Nybrogatan 26.
-You have a suspect, don't you? The boyfriend? -Where did you get that from?
You're not denying that it's the boyfriend?
Crimes like these are often committed by somebody close to the victim.
What about the forensic evidence? She was raped, there must be DNA.
Of course she's covered in his DNA, they had intercourse.
Then they argued and she left, according to him.
But you shouldn't speculate about him.
What were they arguing about?
-We found her clothes. -Where?
-At a waste processing facility in Högdalen. -And they are her clothes?
-They're useless as evidence. -Why?
They've been mixed with all the other crap coming out of Kungsholmen.
Write about that, but leave the boyfriend be.
-Why? -Because I said so.
This fucking clothes stuff... It's too tame. Maybe this, maybe that...
-This isn't some YA magazine. -This is what I can write.
This friend isn't exactly exciting.
-A sad girl. Oh yeah? So? -She was sad.
If they were such close friends you must be able to get more. Right?
-What about the parents? -They don't want to talk.
-According to my source they're not talking. -Bengtzon doesn't have anything good.
Call that detective who's on TV all of the time and ask him if it's a serial killer.
Oh yeah. Me and him are this close. I'll call him right away.
Can't we get in touch with that boyfriend? That summer job... What did she do?
Why don't we know anything? Where is the drama? Damn!
-Here's what was in the register... -Come in.
-Would you like something to drink? -No.
-Coke? -I'm fine.
I tried to get some sleep but I couldn't.
Have a seat.
-The customers had something to drink, at least. -Yeah, sales were fine.
Who do you think did it?
-Maybe one of those top dogs. -I don't know.
-What did you tell the cops? -The same thing.
-That you don't know? -Yeah.
Fuck...
He blushes as he looked at me. Couldn't hide his feelings.
He is the most beautiful human being I've ever met.
He can cry, too. He's not afraid to.
I've told him that I want to leave this place and find something bigger.
He's the first to hear me out.
-He did it. -How do you know?
I just know. You should've seen her talk about him.
And he owns the club where she danced?
And you're going to keep this under wraps?
-Yeah. -No.
You have to tell Schyman.
-This will come out somehow or other. -I know, but...
I've promised.
-Hi, Berit. -Hey. Are you done sailing?
Can't you tell?
Hi, Annika. Did you miss me?
-Joachim Robert Viklund. -Tell me you missed me.
Born '80 in Brännkyrka. Current residence on Gamla Råsundavägen, Solna.
Not married, no kids. Drives a BMW M3 sedan.
No income. A business prohibition and a bankruptcy in 2005.
-I know who he is. Patricia said... -He has an alibi.
Several employees confirm he was at the club at the time of the murder.
The doorman, the doorman's friend, several of the girls.
They had an after-party and after that the doorman and Joachim shared a cab.
-You can look that up. -Illegal taxi.
So he didn't do it? And you're certain?
-I told you, he has an alibi. -Which his friends provide.
Forget about him.
And hey... Don't try to teach me my own job.
[PHONE RINGING]
Why aren't you picking up? The Minister of Trade is being questioned by police..
I'm sending Patrik to the press conference. Where have you been? Get back here, now.
Christer Lundgren is being questioned. He is not a suspect.
Nobody else yet. We're hoping he might have useful information.
-Did he know the victim? Is he a victim? -We can't go into details.
-A minister involved in a murder investigation? -That's all we can say as of now.
Thank you.
Same old. Come on. Schyman is here.
-It's a good angle. -Isn't it?
Hi, Annika. How have you been?
That gave us food for thought, seven weeks before the election.
I bet the Minister of State is in a state now.
That girl. She wasn't a waitress. She was a stripper.
-What the hell are you saying? -At a strip club.
Studio Sex on Surbrunnsgatan. Her boyfriend is the owner.
-You've confirmed this? -Yeah.
-How could you miss this? -What was she doing at that park?
Maybe she was looking for customers. Maybe she was screwing everyone.
There's a fucking difference between a stripper and a prostitute.
There's a difference between being a stripper and some perfect princess-
-like you've been making her out to be. Some straight A student.
It doesn't mean anything that her job was getting naked?
It doesn't mean that she has herself to blame.
-Calm down. -I'm just trying to...
The real point of interest is how this has anything to do with Christer Lundgren.
Exactly. Amateur. Patrik, come here.
-Take the kids and go away for a while. -But I want to be with you.
-No, -Why not?
-This could be a horrible mess. -What do I tell the kids?
Do you know for how long? -I don't know for how long.
-Is it about what's in... -In the papers, yes.
-Did you know her? -No, it's not what it looks like.
I can't talk to other people about us.
Even if I only tell them good things it hurts his feelings.
I'll never do that again.
Never, ever hurt him again.
This is good!
The other papers missed this entirely.
Or should it say "church-going stripper"? "Loved children"?
-What's the connection to this minister? -Maybe he'd been to the club.
He wouldn't exactly be the first.
I could take the business side: what's on his desk right now.
Annika, you handle the private: his wife, coworkers, friends.
Someone who knows him. Or someone he did wrong.
Maybe he sexually harassed someone. Patrik, put some pressure on the cops about the club.
-Are you Annika Bengtzon? -Yeah.
How the fuck could you write like this about my daughter?
First you call and act like some kind of good Samaritan.
Then you claim somebody close to her killed her. How do you think that feels?
How can you look yourself in the mirror?
And now it says that my daughter is...
...some fucking skank.
Do you understand what you've done?
You destroy lives just to sell your fucking paper.
-Fuck you. -Please...
Leave me alone, for fuck's sake! You don't understand a thing.
-Hi. Are you moving? -Josefins mom is throwing me out.
She yelled at me that if Josefin hadn't met me she would've been alive.
-How the hell could you write that? -But I haven't.
It was a coworker of mine. I have no idea how he found out about it.
I told you that this would come out.
-Where are you going? -I'll have to find a sugar daddy or something-
You can stay with me. My family is on a trip anyway.
Thanks, but I'll sort this out. Okay?
It's just until you find your own place.
I need to work, but you can go there for now.
But, hey...
Do you have an address?
Annika Bengtzon, Kvällspressen. I'm looking for Christer Lundgren.
-Ask Karina Björnlund. -Karina Björnlund? Who is she?
-She's educated on the topic. -Educated?
-I thought you left already. -We leave tonight.
-Where are the kids? -With my mother.
Have you been to the police station?
Yes.
What did they ask about?
Christer, say something. Talk to me. Don't just stand there!
I can't say a fucking thing.
There are other people involved in this that I need to be mindful of.
But this will be resolved, it'll be okay. I can't say any more than that.
What the hell do you think of me?
Huh?
I don't know what to think anymore.
But I know that you'd do anything for your party.
Did you see or hear anything? Sometimes you don't remember the details right away.
No. I won't be able to visit that park ever again.
And the idea that Christer Lundgren has anything to do with it is wild-
He seems really nice, to William too. Really sweet.
What do I say when I see him?
-You know him? -Oh, yeah.
He has an apartment here. I thought that's why you were here.
-In this building? -Yeah, top floor.
Hi.
What do you think I should do?
Well, she's dead.
I know, I know. No, I won't tell anyone a thing.
Who the hell do you think I am?
Yeah.
Bye.
[DOORBELL]
Annika Bengtzon, Kvällspressen. I'd like to have a quick word with you.
Ask you a few questions and...
Hello?
We will write about this whether you comment on it or not.
Please leave.
Why did they interrogate you? Did you see something?
-I think you're innocent. -I have nothing to say to you.
Provide your own comment instead of leaving me to shout out here.
-Respect my wishes. -Yeah, but...
-I'm looking for Karina Björnlund. -That might be difficult without an appointment.
She's just down there.
-Annika Bengtzon. -I spoke to a colleague of yours already.
-Why is the Minister of State being questioned? -And told them to speak to our PR department.
Because he has an apartment close to the scene of the crime?
That's more than I know. Even if I knew I wouldn't tell you.
Does it have anything to do with Studio Sex? The night club? Did he visit it?
You know... I'm heading into a meeting, so you'll have to excuse me.
This free trade agreement seems to be the main focus right now.
And a project involving the Minister of Business and Industry.
On the night of the murder he attended a congress with a Baltic trade delegation.
Not a crime in itself - unless you're an old communist like me.
Apparently he's a hell of a negotiator.
Do you remember that business involving the logging industry and that electric company?
Apparently he was behind the resolution.
But nothing else?
Lawyer, business economist. Politically active during his university days.
Not some nine-to-five guy. Dedicated.
-Is this really okay? -Is what?
-That I'm staying here. -They're away, so it's fine.
-Cute. -What?
Oh.
-How long have you been together? -Ten years, I think.
Damn...
But we have our ups and downs, as couples do.
How was she that night?
She was happy.
She was really happy.
She had just gotten her acceptance letter for university.
So her and Joachim weren't fighting?
And nothing else happened?
Do you remember who else was there?
Was he there?
I don't know.
-So you don't recognise him? -No, all of those suits look the same.
She couldn't know him from somewhere else?
I'm sorry. I just want to figure out what happened.
-Are you attending the memorial service tomorrow? -I don't think I'd be welcome there.
[PHONE RINGING]
-Hey, baby. -Hi.
-How are you? -Great. The kids are asleep.
-You're not killing each other? -No.
I miss you. I'm thinking about heading back early.
-No, stay. -Okay.
I have so much to do anyway.
Can I call you back tomorrow? I have a few calls to make.
-Yeah, but... -Kiss. Bye.
I have to go to work.
-Can I tag along? -To the club?
-I could grab a beer and watch for a bit. -Are you serious?
Yeah, but you can't mention being a journalist. Joachim would flip out.
-Hi. -Hi.
-Yo. -Hello.
Who the hell was she?
Glamorous, right?
That's Josefin's locker.
It's empty, they took everything.
Except this. I managed to hide it.
Is it hers?
It was her favorite.
Josse was incredibly at making sales.
She'd drink champagne with them all night...
She made boatloads.
-What do you make? -Enough.
I'm under contract. The other girls are paid under the table.
-How many? -Knock it off. We're all here by our own free will.
And the bar - is it above the board?
I also used to bar-tend. A lifetime ago, but...
Do you use that?
-Good technique. -Thanks. Or, I'm sorry...
-Where did you learn that? -I'm here with Patricia. I...
-I'm Annika. -Hey there, Annika.
My name is Joachim.
We need someone at the table. Are you interested?
No, I don't think so.
Why don't you think about it?
Just come on down.
He says I can never leave him.
He says he can't live without me.
His eyes are filled with tears as he speaks.
-Where is the casket? -Still at the morgue.
The family didn't want to wait.
The time has come to bid Josefin final farewells.
We begin with the nearest of kin, with Johan, Marie, and Per.
-Those who are not welcome need to leave. -Stop it.
Please leave.
Can't you hear me? Get out of here!
We're seven weeks from the election.
Christer needs to be kept out of the media.
That's your job. Anything that comes out, comes from you.
Personally. Not the press department.
-Where is Marie? -In Portugal.
-And not talking to anyone? -No.
I want us to stick to what Christer has told the police.
The damage is, sadly, already done.
We just need to minimize it.
What happened to the Baltic business?
They went straight to Arlanda, first flight home.
It would be good if you also disappeared for a while, until the worst of it blows over.
Where you won't be pestered but can be reached by police.
Where? I can't go home.
-I could... -You're not doing anything.
You've made enough of a mess.
I know where you could go, Christer.
I heard about the altercation at the memorial service. There are already articles online.
-What happened? -Nothing.
How do I find out if Christer Lundgren ever visited Studio Sex?
Him and Björnlund dodge my questions, the police are silent-
-and Patricia doesn't remember him any better than any other old suit.
The friend? Have you had further contact with her?
-Yeah, she's staying with me. -What the hell are you saying?
Josefin's mom threw her out, so she had nowhere else to go.
-Does Schyman know about this? -Of course he doesn't.
For fuck's sake, Annika.
This is the close friend of the victim of a murder case you're investigating.
How are you really?
If Lundgren visited Studio Sex there must be a receipt.
-Check with the Department of Foreign Affairs. -He won't hand them the bill.
Maybe. People do the most ordinary things in the most unusual of circumstances.
I'm out of here.
One week in my hammock and I'm not reading a single newspaper.
-How will I cope around here? -I'm sure you'll do fine.
And you can always get some help from El Patricko, Sailor King.
Take it easy.
Hi. Did the Minister of Trade file a receipt-
-from the night between July 27th and 28th? If so, I'd like to see it.
-And who are you? -I'm not obliged to tell.
It's public information, as you may be aware.
Thanks.
May I have a copy of this, please?
I have proof that Christer Lundgren visited Studio Sex on the night of the murder.
55,633 SEK for entertainment and refreshments on his credit card.
Can you confirm this? -Yes.
-Are you breaking up with me? Why didn't you tell me? -I'm just trying to do my job.
Me too.
Hello?
Damn it
I only needed three stitches.
The nurse said I was lucky
Had it been the eye I would've lost sight in it.
I hope you have a good explanation.
-I was trying to calm him down. -That's not what it looks like.
You look like a barbarian at the funeral of a murder victim.
We were no worse than the other journalists.
Bertil waited to take any pictures until the family were done.
I had first contact with the family-
-and I guess they were in shock and changed their minds after the fact.
I guess he also didn't know that his daughter was a stripper.
This looks so bad. We're going to get so much shit for this.
Are you tired?
You look tired.
Are you sleeping enough?
I don't know. Are you?
I don't feel like your judgement is great right now.
-Take a break, Annika. -Patrik can take over your stories.
You have an admirer out there. Deal with him first.
My wife recognized him. I said: "We're lucky the golf clubs made it".
The airport lost the clubs once.
She pointed at him and said: "Isn't that the Minister of Trade?"
-There it is. -June 27th, 7.17 PM.
-That could be anyone. -She's certain.
Even if it is the Minister it doesn't prove anything.
-I'm sorry. -I'm still getting paid though, right?
-What? -This is, like, a tip.
No, that's not how this works.
I have work to do.
Wait, pause.
Can I see that part?
We are a private company-
-so we can't show any receipts or discuss bookings.
I know that the Minister of Trade, Christer Lundgren, used your services that day.
If he did he gets to keep that his business.
He's involved in a murder investigation.
This is important information which I'd appreciate if you'd give me.
Your name doesn't have to appear.
I'm not trying to defame anyone. Quite the opposite.
I understand that. But, I'm sorry.
-Maybe I could speak to your boss? -On vacation.
-Maybe you could call him. -He can't be reached.
Because he's on vacation?
I'm sorry, I can't help you.
Even if you're not a suspect you have admitted to the police-
-that you went to a strip club using taxpayer money.
-What the hell was I supposed to say? -Yeah.
But do you understand what this means? What we're forced to do?
You're strong.
You'll make it through this. I know you will.
What the hell was he doing at Bromma Airport on the Friday?
I have the receipt from Studio Sex. Where was he traveling by private jet?
-Maybe he was rescheduling a flight. -And he has nobody to do that for him?
There is something fishy about this Minister stuff, I've felt it all along.
I'm sure there's an explanation.
-Want one? Belgian. -No thanks.
I want us to lay low on this right now. I already told you that.
-So what do we write? -That's your problem, not mine.
Hi.
I'm sorry.
I thought you'd be happy.
That was the idea anyway.
-How are you? -Just a bit stressed.
-Where are the kids? -With my mother.
Knock it off. They're having a great time.
Who's been staying here?
Huh?
A friend of the girl I'm writing about. Well, a coworker.
She was evicted.
-What girl? -The one who was murdered in that park.
-The stripper? -Yeah.
Her friend lives here?
-Only until she can find something else. -What the fuck, Annika?
-Some porno bitch sleeping in the kids' bedroom. -She's a bartender.
Whose friend was murdered. Couldn't you have asked me?
-Huh? -Yeah.
Where is she now?
At work, I think.
-But she's staying here tonight? -Mhm.
I know, I should've asked first. I'm sorry.
Is this some kind of private therapy you're running?
-What? -I know she was abused.
You're not answering my calls.
I come here to see you and you're just lost in your...
Why are you always the one who has to save the world?
Because I care!
I don't want her killer to walk! Is there anything wrong with that?
Huh?
No... No, there's nothing wrong with that.
Alright, good.
-Do you want me to take you home? -No, I live just up there now.
-Bye. -Bye, girls.
-With that Annika? -Mhm.
-How do you know her? -We met at the gym.
Fuck. I'm sorry.
Hey, never mind that.
Come here. I've got a gift for you.
I want you to have this.
-No. -Yes.
I bought it for Josefin.
-I want you to have it now. -No, I can't accept this.
I'm sorry.
I need you right now, Patricia.
I like you so damn much.
Hey...
I need you.
Stop it. Stop it, Joachim. Stop.
Knock it off. Stop it.
Knock it off.
[JOACHIM HUSHES]
...to not let the press attend memorial services after the emotional damage done to the family.
Nobody from Kvällspressen wanted to be here tonight but the paper is of the opinion...
Hi.
What are we getting up to today?
Or maybe not getting up to.
Wait, I have to...
[PHONE RINGING]
-Yes? -Things are going down at Rosenbad.
-I'll be there. -No, no...
-Get a cab, you have to be here. -I will. Bye.
Hey, Patricia. It's Annika. I hope everything's okay.
Call me when you get this. Please. Okay. Bye.
Thank you.
Christer Lundgren is resigning, effective immediately.
This is his decision.
And I have to respect that. I would also like to remind you-
-that Christer Lundgren is not the suspect of any crime.
Going to a night club showed poor judgement-
-but we all make mistakes. We are all human.
Does the government typically take such poor care of international guests?
Let us please-
-move on and focus on what's ahead of us this fall.
It's so sad when someone is scapegoated like this, someone with a family, kids.
Especially when you know that all it takes is someone taking initiative.
If it was up to me...
Nobody needs to know.
Well, that will be all.
Copies disappear sometimes. It's unfortunate, but nobody's fault.
Fuck.
Fuck!
[PHONE RINGING]
The Swedish colonel who has been imprisoned in Afghanistan was released today.
From the press conference held by Swedish military in Amman...
Well, I feel very relieved to be on my way home again.
I'm going to go home as fast as possible.
Yeah, of course I feared for my life. In situations like that people always do.
Birds of a feather flock together...
Our consistent stance and the bravery of the colonel...
This is a victory for the government and for our Swedish, democratic values.
Al-Qaida made a statement regarding the captured American soldiers.
Christer Lundgren was never at Studio Sex, he was in Oslo.
He boarded a flight headed there at 8 in the evening and the return flight at 4.30 the next morning.
He couldn't have killed Josefin or even met her.
Compare the signatures. Somebody else signed in his name.
He'd rather resign that tell the truth of that night.
-Who signed this? -Could be anyone in government.
I'm trying to find out what he was doing in Oslo.
But all tracks end at the airport. It's as if he just vanished.
Then I realised that there were several diplomats and army-
-representatives from Afghanistan in Oslo that weekend.
Now this colonel is suddenly released, even though he was sentenced for life.
All the while, millions have disappeared from the defense budget. Isn't that odd?
Certainly a bragging point for the government this near the election.
Are you saying that Lundgren and the government are supplying weapons to the Taliban?
He catches a flight in the middle of the night. Off the record.
-I doubt he was heading for a birthday party. -Why Christer Lundgren?
Because he's low key yet an honed negotiator.
Weapons, financed by Swedish taxes, shipped off to be used in the holy war of the Taliban.
This would be an international scandal if it came out.
-Exciting. -Yeah.
But we can't publish this.
-We can't print speculations. -Give me 24 hours...
You've done an excellent job, but I can't risk my career for this.
-Let it go. -You can't stop me.
I decide what the paper publishes and we have plenty else to publish.
-Annika Bengtzon, Kvällspressen. -I don't want to talk to you.
I know, but I need to ask Christer Lundgren to comment a few things.
I know that he wasn't at Studio Sex, but in Oslo.
-Do you know what he was doing there? -No.
I'll tell you what I think he was up to.
-It's over. -You have lost everything.
-Hey, don't cry. -I have to take the kids to school tomorrow.
What the hell have you done? Are you going to prison?
No, I'm not going to prison.
I didn't know about that trip.
Even if I don't buy your theories outright.
But I'm not surprised. I never really believed in him as a suspect.
-He has lied during questioning. -That's possible.
But he is no longer of interest in this investigation.
Weapons deals aren't my business. Not yet.
Besides, we already know who killed Josefin.
Joachim beat and raped her throughout their relationship.
And then he killed her.
I knew it.
I've known all along.
But he has an irrefutable alibi, which I already told you.
We can keep an eye on him, that's all.
I know.
It sucks, but sometimes this is what it is.
I still can't speak. My injuries may be chronic.
If I stop I lose what little is left of me.
Then I will be no more. Then nothing will stop him next time.
-Hey. Where have you been? -At work.
Where is she?
I called the restaurant and moved our reservation.
So we could make it.
What has he done to you?
Nothing.
-I just... -Did he force himself on you?
-Don't protect him. -This job is all I have.
Not if you end up like Josefin. Then you'll have nothing.
You don't need him. Do you?
She broke up with him?
He screamed. She fought.
First in the office, then in the staircase.
And she ran, and he ran after her.
That was the last time I saw her. Happy?
But you saw him follow her?
I'll come with you.
He doesn't have an alibi for tax fraud and keeping two books.
He asked me to come, so... Where does he keep the records?
Where does he keep them?
In his office. Two black binders. That's all I know.
-Have you gone fucking mad? -I have to.
Nobody is doing anything. Nobody cares about Josefin.
-You will not go. -This is not your problem.
My problem is that you don't trust me. I'm so fucking sick of it.
I take what you've been through seriously. But that was a long time ago.
-So you've read it? -No, I haven't.
I trust that you'll tell me what you want me to know.
I haven't read it.
I opened it, saw what it was, and...
Read it.
Do it. Read it, and maybe you'll understand.
-Annika? -Come on.
Hey?
Annika?
Hey, you're mega late. Get going.
Shall you or I?
Tell the girls to stop smoking over there.
It goes straight into the vents, the smell gets everywhere.
It's fucking gross.
Well, well...
-So you thought about it? -Mhm.
Nice.
-I'll have to say welcome. -Thanks.
It's been a while but I'm sure it's like riding a bike.
You'll do fine.
May I have a look at you?
You won't wear much on the floor.
I just want to make sure you look okay.
Why don't you remove your jacket?
The shirt, too.
You look good.
Could you give me a spin?
Do another lap.
Can I see your tits, too?
-Sure, there. -A little more.
They're very cute.
But not very large. Patricia, you'll do something about that.
Yeah...
Let's do this tonight.
See how you get along.
-Maybe we can discuss payment later. -Absolutely.
It could take a bit for people to gather at the table.
You know, the customers need something to drink, too.
And it's really important that if they're too aggressive...
...you send them down for posing.
They can't touch you.
Although you'll feel where the line goes.
And if you need anything else...
...just come see me. Very good.
Patricia?
Give Annika the tour.
This will go swell.
These.
-Will this work? -Yeah, as long as you don't bend forward.
-You can keep him busy for a while? -I think so.
Don't you understand? I love you! Fucking whore!
I love you!
Let go of me!
You will not fucking leave me!
-And this one, right? -Mhm.
No more bets.
-Here you go. -Everything okay?
16 red.
There. Your bets, please.
And no more bets.
30 red. Close.
This is going well.
-Where did you say you worked before? -Mostly hotels.
-Not anymore? -No.
I feel like I recognise you.
What do you do these days?
I'm studying.
Let's take new bets.
Hey, come here.
Good.
Could you take the table for a bit?
Check this out. It's fucking her.
I'm at Studio Sex. I have evidence of Joachim committing tax fraud.
Annika?
What the hell are you up to?
Take it fucking easy, do you hear me? Come on! Move!
You little fucking whore!
Sit down.
-Why are you here? -I'm writing about the Stockholm club life.
If there's anything I really hate it's when people lie.
I just wanted to see where Josefin worked. But I should have asked first.
-I understand you're mad. -Of fucking course we are.
Sit down.
Sit down!
Where is the computer?
Do you think you can trick me, you dirty, disgusting little journalist?
You do not fucking touch me!
You do not touch me you sick fucking idiot!
Do you hear me?!
-Run! -Let go of me!
Come fucking on! This way!
Go home and get some rest, Annika.
Patricia has something to tell you, too.
Okay.
Good. Listen up, we'll run first, eighth, ninth, and the middle.
Throw them up, let's see it!
Can we print this? You confirm this?
Okay. How long do you think he'll be in?
Thank you.
-Bengtzon, how is it coming along? -Well, I'm sending it now.
Well done. But he gets away with the murder.
It's only a matter of time.
Nini.
Bengtzon? Does your husband know that you wear makeup like that to work?
Sweet dreams.
-This turned out well. -Right?
Do you understand the mess you made by going to that fucking club?
-Who the hell were you trying to impress? -Do you know what?
I want a minister post.
I hear you, but that's a no. You may leave now.
You're not hearing me at all.
This isn't some fucking negotiation.
I know things that you cannot afford to let loose.
You exchanged Swedish weapons for the release of the colonel.
Did you really think that I wouldn't find out?
Former Minister of Trade Christer Lundgren gets a high position in Västerbotten County.
He resigned a few days ago after being questioned regarding the murder of a young woman in Stockholm.
For the first time in a while things are looking up for the government.
According to recent surveys they are in the lead by seven percent.
This week, election buses will be deployed around the country.
And now the weather. The heat seems to finally be leaving us.
Low pressures are coming in across the North Sea and we can expect-
-a considerably cooler end of summer.
Translation: PuffyRainbowCloud 2024-07-16