All language subtitles for Sanningen.S01E02.WEB.h264-RBB

- Where did you leave her?
- Think I’ll get many likes?

The cracks in the skull indicate
several hard blows,

so it’s unlikely to be a fall.

There’s only one person missing
in this particular area: Benjamin Serén.

- What are you doing here?
- Such a warm welcome to my own home!

The perpetrators are at large,
how does that feel?

What kind of fucking question is that?

Get the hell out of here!

I need to speak to a police officer.
It’s about the body they found.

Hi, Cilla.

It’s Åsa.

I need to ask you a favor.

I know who the killer is.

I know you don’t want to...

but I’ll give it a shot.

Iris Broman...

I want to

share the rest of
my life with you.

Stop!

Iris.

FALLEN

- Good morning.
- Good morning.

- Did you sleep well?
- No, but I never do these days.

I had a really bad night, too.

We were all here,

and I dreamed about Christian--

I guess it was to do with the urn,
but it felt so real.

- Do you dream about him often?
- No.

Okay. Breakfast?

No, I need to go to work.

Look... Are you sure
you didn’t go back too soon?

- No!
- Listen...

I was thinking...

Let’s do it right tonight.

I’ll cook dinner,

and I think there’s

a nice bottle of red somewhere...

No, I drank that. Sorry.

But I’ll pick up a new one today.

No worries.

See you later.

Hey, pick up more wine
while you’re at it.

It’d be nice.

Julie! Emelie!
Put your tablet down and come here!

NO NEW UPDATES

- Hi. Is this a bad time?
- Not at all.

I’ve checked Benjamin’s mom Åsa’s alibi,
Cecilia Johnson.

I got hold of her. She lives in Australia
and confirms she was with Åsa that night.

Thank you.

Hi, Adam.

You promised you wouldn’t log in
to my account again.

You know it’ll get me into trouble.

Oh, well...

- How are you?
- I’m good.

- I’ve got an exciting case, so that’s good.
- Okay.

- And they’re behaving?
- Absolutely.

Well...

I saw that interview on TV.

Was that such a wise move?

- Please...
- Iris, you need to be careful.

I am.

Anyway, I’ve changed my password.
So there’s no point trying again.

Lucky for you,

my taxi’s late.

I usually wait for
over half an hour,

and it takes me all over.

And you know why?

Because the council goes
for the cheapest option.

And then this happens.

Okay. Bertil...

Where were you on the night of May 29, 2004?

At home.

I was up waiting for Alex, watching TV.

Then Alex came home.

Do you remember what time?

Yes, 00:45.

00:45?

Then the cops implied he was involved
in that boy’s disappearance.

Alex,

he was with me.

He’s got nothing to do with that.

But surely that’s
in the old reports?

Yes. But we’re talking to everyone again.

- We hope to solve it this time around.
- Okay. Good luck.

Thank you, Bertil.

Maybe you can open the investigation
about who shot me in the back too.

- Sorry I’m late.
- What else is new?

You know what it’s like.

- Iris speaking.
- Hi, it’s Nina. Your interview paid off.

We’ve got a tip.

Lovely!

Spring’s the best time
of the year, isn’t it?

Next up, your favorite songs,
but first this.

What a silly song.

And my money’s guaranteed?

If your information’s correct, absolutely.

Thanks.

It’s Sylvester.

Sylvester Johnson?

Yes.

- Who’s that?
- Property owner and developer.

- He’s a big name in Malmö.
- And sex buyer.

And killer.

How do you know it’s him?

He was my client for years.

We met once a week.

One night,
he was really stressed out and annoyed.

He couldn’t get it up.

Someone called, and he locked himself
in the toilet so I wouldn’t hear.

But you did?

If you’re close enough, you do.

It was about hiding a body,
that much I understood.

It was where you found it.
Sylvester would pay.

- And who was he talking to?
- I don’t know.

- You heard no name?
- No.

And then he refused to pay me.

You’ve known for a long time.
Why did you only come forward now?

I don’t know.

- And when was this?
- Ages ago.

Those years are one big blur.
But 2004-2005, maybe.

Hi! Sylvester Johnson.
Nice to meet you. What’s this about?

We’re from the police,
just a follow-up.

Absolutely, I’m happy to help.

Right, then...

Here’s some tea.

- Nice office.
- I know! Like a little postcard.

What was your life like
in the early 2000s?

That’s a while ago. But... sure.

I started the company in 1996.

It was on a small scale at first,

until 2001, when we started

designing our own major project,

apartments here in Västra hamnen.

It’s been fast and furious ever since.

Right now,
we’re building student accommodation.

- It’s a lucrative business.
- It is. People need somewhere to live.

- And your personal life back then?
- What personal life?

It was really intense,

starting up,

and it was before I met my wife,
Malee.

She designed the building we’re sitting in,
among other things.

Did you buy sex during that time?

Once in my life

I’ve seen a prostitute.

It was in Amsterdam, I was 15...

Of course it’s nothing I’m proud of, but...

It is what it is.

Claire Boström, does that name ring a bell?

No.

So you’ve never bought sex
from a Claire Boström?

No,

absolutely not.

- You don’t seem upset that we ask.
- Why would I be?

You’re just doing your job.

Some are jealous of my success.

And this industry
makes you a lot of enemies.

- Was there anything else?
- Not right now.

- We might be back.
- Anytime.

Thank you.

- Alex?
- Hello.

Sorry I’m late.

How are you?

Well,

I had...

I had visitors today.

Really? Who?

The police.

For any particular reason?
They...

They wanted to talk about Benjamin.
That friend of yours who disappeared.

He wasn’t my friend, okay?

This fucking threshold... It needs to go!

The police think
they might crack the case.

And...

somebody called

and asked for you.

Said you owe them money.

Have you started gambling again?

No.

Yes, you have.

No. You’re just paranoid, okay?

Alex.
Why did you start with that crap again?

And what the hell is this?

- What the fuck do you think? Hypocrite!
- I only risk my own money.

You think I’m a fucking killer,
or what?

I’m just-- I’m just
so sick of all the lies.

I can’t deal with your bullshit
all the fucking time!

Alex?

- I’m a bit short...
- 13,000 short.

- Danish money is worth more.
- Are you kidding me?

It’s fine.
I’ll get your money, alright?

- I promise. 13 grand.
- Listen. Don’t take my kindness for granted.

I’ve been nice to you despite
your old debt. How much was it? 80?

- 75.
- Plus 13,000 and interest: 100 grand.

- 100,000?
- Are you arguing with me?

- Let’s add five.
- Give it a rest.

Ten.

- Okay, 100,000.
- 110,000 by next Thursday.

- I can’t get that much so quickly.
- You can’t?

Have you told your dad
why he’s in a wheelchair?

Have you told him it’s because
you couldn’t pay your last debt on time?

Or is that where you want to end up, too?

110 grand
by next Thursday.

Every week after that
will cost you 10,000 extra.

Say hi to your dad.

You’re unusually quiet today.

Did something happen?

What...?

No.

Is something bothering you?

No.

Well...

I’m a bit worried about Liv.

Why are you worried about your daughter?

I’m scared

that something will happen to her.

She’s at that age, so...

What do you think will happen?

I don’t know what she does.

She hardly tells me anything these days.

Just to change my job.

And why does she do that?

Because I’m...

tired.

And grumpy when I come home.

Is this only about your job?

I feel so lonely.

- Good, Hillevi.
- I’m sorry.

Have you done anything
to change your situation?

Yes, I have.

But I don’t want to date anyone online,

and Liv doesn’t want
to come out with me.

So you stay at home?

But you can go out dinner.

- On my own?
- Yes.

Why not?

No. No, I’m not that desperate.

Hillevi, I have a task for you.

Before next time,
go and have dinner on your own.

That Sylvester would
refute Claire’s story

was pretty much a given.

Do you realize
what that man’s done for Malmö?

We’ll just let him do what he wants, then.

But what connection
would Sylvester have to Benjamin?

- I’m looking into that right now.
- Great.

Might he have done
work experience at Sylvester’s?

Right. Or maybe the parents knew him.

And we need to speak to Claire again.
There’s something about her.

So you believe a prostitute and drug addict
over Sylvester Johnson?

With all due respect, Iris,
you’re barking up the wrong tree.

Kerstin, do you have a problem
working with me?

No, of course not.

But I spent years on this investigation.
We went through it all,

left no stone unturned. Sometimes you
need to realize you won’t get any further.

I need to go,

daycare pickup.

What? He’s got kids?

He’s got dogs.

Right.

- Hi!
- Hi!

- You didn’t take the car.
- No...

What are you wearing?

I thought we’d go riding.

What? No way.

Why not? Come on.

Did you realize
that bottle of wine I had

cost 2,498 kronor?

- It was a birthday present.
- From whom?

The Sultan of Brunei?

No, my dad.

- I see.
- Go and get changed, so we can leave.

I haven’t ridden for,
like, forever...

Exactly! You need to get out there.

Plus I’ve already
got horses for us.

You could have asked first.

Maybe, yes. But you were at work,
and I didn’t want to disturb you.

And I thought you might like a surprise.

- Christian would have liked it...
- Do you have to go on about him?

No, and I don’t.

But I think it would be good
for you to talk about him more.

Iris, please... Come on.

Hi.

Wow.
Not working tonight, then...

Oh, no. I’m just going out to dinner.

So a date, then.

Where?

- And who is he?
- No date.

How do I look?

- Honestly?
- Yes.

You look great, Mom.

- Are you ready to order?
- Yes...

I’ll have the grilled tuna salad.

Anything to drink?

That one, maybe...

- Good choice.
- Thanks.

Are you expecting anyone?

No, it’s just me tonight.

This one?

The full-bodied citrusy tones
marry well with the fish.

- Lovely, thank you.
- Great.

There you go.

Hey!

Don’t run off without paying.

Oh, my God, I’m so sorry.

Of course I’ll pay.

- It’s just that I can’t do this.
- You don’t like the wine?

I do. But...

I can’t cope.

My therapist told me to
go for dinner on my own,

but I really don’t want to do this, so...

I see a therapist myself, okay?

It may well be the same one.

Of course you can do it.
Of course you can.

A lot of people come here alone.

No need to be ashamed.

Would you like to try again?

Yes.

Aren’t they lovely?

They remind me of a fairytale.

Shall we speed things up?

Come on!

Allez, my lovelies. Bedtime.

What are you dreaming about?

Nothing.

Again, I’m so sorry.

Oh, it’s the same one.
Thank you.

And...

voilà.

Why did you buy two?

You said his sister wanted him, too.

You’re saying we’ll split him?
I’d never do that.

I know that.

So, what shall we put in it?

- Isn’t this just too messed up?
- No.

But we can give her the real Christian
if you prefer.

- Your call.
- Go for it.

Oh, God!

Wait...

Look, this is how you do it.

They all need to go into the flames.

Want some?

Oh, wait! Sorry, you’ve moved on
to weed brownies.

You do realize
you can’t smoke in front of me?

- What are you going to do, arrest me?
- Maybe.

You know how badly I slept
after that damn brownie?

- Strange, I usually sleep like a baby.
- Well, I didn’t.

It’s disgusting!

It’s like this blob.
We can’t have a blob in Tove’s urn.

Are you sure?

It would serve her right.

Yes.

After all,
it’s her fault I lost my driving license.

- I’m sorry, what? You lost your license?
- Yes, but don’t tell anyone.

How did you lose your license?

Well, I was speeding.

It was Tove’s fault,
she’d just said she was taking the apartment.

Fucking Tove.

Yes, fucking Tove.

No,

let’s have some fucking...

No, look at this.

Fuck, yeah!

- What did you do?
- I went riding.

My sister forced me.

Well, half-sister,
we have different dads.

- Do you have any siblings?
- A brother, but we don’t really speak.

Hi. Jens Mikaelsson.

Unfortunately, we’ve been unable
to corroborate your story.

And?

Don’t play dumb.
You know the score.

That money’s mine! I told you who did it.

Yes, but it’s not enough.

You don’t remember anything else
from that conversation? Or that night?

Claire?

Okay.

When Sylvester was in the bathroom,
I went through his coat.

I was looking for his wallet,
but it wasn’t there.

But you found something else?

A necklace.

- Did you steal it?
- What do you think? It wasn’t for fun.

But how do you know
it’s got anything to do with the phone call?

He came back the next day.

I’d never seen him so angry.

He was one of the calm ones,
but I was scared.

He kept going on about
that damn necklace, but I denied it.

Do you still have it?

No.

What did you do with the necklace?

I don’t want you to drag her into this.

Who?

Repeat after me: I’m drawing a picture.

I’m drawing a picture.

- You’re drawing a picture.
- You’re drawing a picture.

He’s drawing...

There’s someone at the door.

Shall we repeat that, too?

Hi.

Hi.

- We need to have a little chat with Vera.
- Okay.

Vera, come here, please.

- You’re Vera Boström?
- Yes.

And your mom is Claire Boström?

What’s she done now?

It’s about a birthday present
that your mom gave you.

You must be mistaken,

Claire doesn’t give gifts.

A necklace you got when you turned ten.

Do you remember?

Do you still have it?

Keep it if you want.

But I want money for it.

You’ll get it back when we’re done.

- Is that all?
- No.

We need to swab you,
to exclude your DNA.

Either here or at the station.

Do it now.

Open our mouth.

Thank you.

You finally get a gift, and it ends like this.
I should have fucking known.

Hey... Thank you.

Vera, change the song.
Hand it over, I’ll show you.

This one? It’s shit, stop it.

You’ve got terrible
taste in music.

Yes, you do.

- Who’s that?
- A boring friend, that’s all.

- Why don’t I know her?
- I don’t know.

It’s a childhood friend.

- Hey. You okay?
- Hey.

Yes, and you?

I’m alright.

- When you called you said 300.
- We want a discount. It’s my birthday.

Congratulations.
Do I look like I give a fuck?

A bit.

Hilarious. Seriously, do you have
more money or should I just go?

Zarah, do you have any?

What? Me?

Yes, you.

Hold on.

Hurry up.

- A hundred? There’s still one missing.
- Come on...

Do you want any customers or not?

Why are you always treating me like this?
Seriously, this is the last time.

Take these and never call me again, okay?

Okay. I don’t want your shit anyway.

- He’s so fucking annoying.
- I told you I didn’t want anything, Vera.

- What? Of course you did.
- No.

And you paid half.
Half for me, half for you.

Let’s go.
You always have fun with me, right?

Syl?

Syl?

Are you there?

What happened?

- Are you ill?
- No.

Go to bed.
Please, just go to bed.

- Please, Sylvester. Tell me what’s wrong.
- I can’t.

Whatever it is, we’ll work it out together.

I did something...

a long time ago,
long before I met you, Malee.

It was so goddamn stupid.

I...

killed a guy.

He was blackmailing me,

saying I was using slave labor.
He was going to go to the police,

so I...

You’ve never seen me like that,
Malee.

But I got so fucking angry sometimes.

Everything went black,
I lost control and...

I beat him to death with a hammer.

I’m sorry, Malee...

- Who knows about this?
- You, me...

and someone else,
the guy who hid the body.

But I’ve got it under control.

At least I think so.

- You think?
- He’s weak, he’s...

- What did you do with the hammer?
- I threw it in the sea.

- Does he know that?
- Who?

The weak man.

Hello?

Hi.

I thought you had physio today.

It was canceled.
What are you doing here?

I’ve... lost my wallet.
I’ve fucking looked everywhere,

but I can’t find it.

Right.

But I’ll be back soon. Okay.

- I hope you find it.
- Thanks.

Claire.

Just five more minutes.

She’s not coming.

The same thing happened last time.
Come on.

Hi, Bertil!

Physio as usual?

No, I’m going to the police station.

I see, okay.

Bertil, tell me why you’re here today.

I’m regretting it.

Regretting what?

That I lied.

Lied about what?

Alex is a good kid. He was only 17.

He was struggling.

He always
got the blame for everything.

I knew nobody would believe him.

Alex Persson?

- Yes? What’s the matter?
- Come with us.

Reference number 1205K6745304.

Tell me what happened
after you left the party.

I’ve told you that already.

Do you know what he was doing that night?

No, he just told me he’d been out.

You come home

at 00:45.

Your dad’s retracted his statement.

So, yes,
we need to ask those questions again.

And this time you might want to tell us
what you actually did that night.