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THE IKEA HEIST LAST NIGHT

SWEDISH CITIZEN ARRESTED IN MALLORCA

SECRET CHIP STOLEN

THE THIEVES GOT AWAY WITH MILLIONS OF KRONOR

SUBMARINE DRAMA ON THE BALTIC SEA

GANG MEMBER JAILED

DYNAMITE "SHOCKING SCHEME"

"BLACK DIAMOND" STOLEN FROM NATIONALMUSEUM

WHO IS CHARLES-INGVAR?

HOW THE BURGLARS GOT INTO THE KAKNÄS TOWER

"GIVE ME 24 HOURS!" - LEAD DETECTIVE RIGMOR GREN

CHARLES-INGVAR MISSING WITHOUT A TRACE

DEAD?

Welcome.

- Harry? - Yes, are you Linda?

- That's right. - Harry Sven-Erik Kruth.

- Oh. - Or just "Harry". Take a seat.

- Have you been waiting long? - No.

- This is exciting! - Yeah.

So... You wrote that you're a lecturer?

It's nothing special...

You drink coffee and talk to young people,

so that they don't end up on the wrong path in life.

They really listen, especially to someone who's been there themself.

- Been where? - Been...

...in Kumla.

- Kumla, the prison? - Yes, precisely, the prison... Five years.

Should I have written that in the app?

No...

I mean, it takes character to break away from that lifestyle...

Yes, definitely...

No. I agree. Definitely.

"Break away" is such a strong phrase and it's just...

All of his crimes are time-barred

so there's nothing preventing him from returning to Sweden.

As such, some believe that he's most likely perished abroad.

Leif, do you think that Charles-Ingvar Jönsson is still...

Hello? What?

- It's from a security camera. - At Arlanda.

- He seems to have flown in. - From France.

Thank you, both of you.

- Rigmor, what do you think...? - Pause it.

- What are you thinking? - He's aged. Gained weight.

Mm-hm.

But there's no doubt about it, that's Charles-Ingvar Jönsson.

Welcome.

Oh! Ow!

Ah! There...

- Sickan?! - Charles-Ingvar!

- Where have you been? - I'm getting to that!

I've quit drinking, so soda will have to do.

Harry, I need three things from you. Item one: Food.

Food? Um, okay...

I... I can make you an egg sandwich with caviar.

- Russian? - Swedish.

That'll do. Item two: Money.

Money? Um, absolutely. Of course. How much?

Well, a suite at Grand Hôtel costs 21,000 kronor a night.

Five nights comes to 40, 84...

- ...118, 40... - Um... I have 700 kronor.

That'll be fine. Item three: Vanheden's cell phone number.

Yeah... His number is... Let's see...

...073 514 44... No, wait.

- No, 0... No, wait... 076 2... - 076 2...

...141... Oh, I don't know, he has a few different ones.

A home. What is a home?

Or, as I often say, "Your home is where your heart is."

- So, where is your heart? - Here.

What are you willing to invest in your heart?

Because, you see, sometimes in this line of work,

you'll come across a listing that leaves you with only one thought: Wow!

20 minutes from central Fruängen. Green spaces within biking distance.

Easy access to the E4/E20 highway, just outside.

The burglary statistics look promising. All graphs are trending upward.

But, hey, I don't need to give you the whole sales pitch,

because the truth is that this bad boy sells itself.

One million under the table, and the contract is yours.

You're not from around here, are you?

- We are. - No, I suspected as much.

So you won't know what I'm talking about, but, trust me, this is a damn good deal.

So think about it. And here we have the lounge area...

- Sickan?! - Charles-Ingvar.

Where the hell have you been?

For almost six months, I roamed, totally aimless,

working as a busboy in Hamburg.

A beer maid got suspicious and called the Bundespolizei.

So I fled to Tuscany,

where I survived off pizza crusts left behind by tourists,

old french fries and Snickers bars.

Until the day that the Italian police found me as well.

So I staged my own death in Venice, and became a specter... a shadow.

- Sickan, what are you on about? - Huh?

My memoirs, obviously!

My years on the lam made me realize something.

I'm not going to be young forever. It's time to consider the epilogue.

- Retirement? - "Retirement"...

Yeah, but not like when some little old lady retires.

I'm not going to sit in some low-income apartment,

playing slot machines at the local pizzeria,

bent over a walker, choking on tea biscuits...

No, "retirement", like when Zlatan retires.

That sounds pretty expensive.

Yes, and you have just inadvertently identified a small problem, Harry.

We need to get our hands on a rather substantial amount of money.

- Okay, so I take it you have... - Yes.

It is as you've both been hoping...

- I have a pl... - He has a plan.

- What? - He's alive, he's back, and he has a plan.

Look past the glasses, the double chin and his posture.

- Jönsson? - Yes.

- I need eight seasoned officers. - You can have two.

- Edgren and Edholm. - No, Olsson and Nilsson.

- They're idiots! - Rigmor!

We don't use language like that in the force... these days.

I need one more. Come on.

Even if this is Charles-Ingvar Jönsson, he hasn't committed any crime.

Their crimes were time-barred,

I can't order surveillance just because you saw a man in a beret at an airport.

He's here for a reason.

He's going to steal something, the only question is what.

A Tyrannosaurus rex, the most terrifying creature ever to live on our planet.

- Let's go over it again. - What are you doing? Can I see?

- No, you can't see. - Please!

- Please! - No, remove this half-grown human!

Let's start at the beginning: November 7, 1957, TADA was founded,

the Transatlantic Dinosaur Alliance.

TADA is in possession of thousands of skeletons and fossils,

often on loan to different museums around the world.

But in conjunction with the exhibit "The Story of the Skeleton",

it's finally become Sweden's turn.

From December 6th until February 7th,

Billy, one of only seven complete T-Rex skeletons in the world,

will be exhibited at the Swedish Museum of Natural History.

How much?

- 320 million kronor. - And you have a buyer?

- And you have a plan? - Planned to the last detail.

- A three-man job? - Four.

- But there's only three of us. - We can't forget our dear Doris.

Right?

- Doris? - Yeah?

Honey... Is there some problem with your bank?

No?

- Hey! I was listening to that! - The transaction didn't go through.

- What? - Uh-huh.

Oh, yeah! I had to send that barber chair for repairs,

so the account must be drained.

- And when were you going to tell me? - I just forgot!

I'll transfer double next month. My God...

- Sweetie, must you use snus all the time? - Yes, I do.

Doris.

No!

Shit!

What the hell? Are you completely out of your minds?

- Nice to see you, Doris. - I can't say I agree.

- You have zero finesse. - We have a proposition.

- The answer is no. - Damn it, Doris.

None of that attitude, now that Sickan has...

It doesn't take a rocket surgeon to know why you're here:

some secret meeting in the basement.

And I recognize that wrinkly old face.

Great to see you alive, Sickan. Really.

But let me tell you something: I have a totally different life now.

- But, listen... - No.

- Please, Doris... - No!

- If you'll just take two seconds... - No!

No!

- You have a new life. - Yup.

- A respectable life? - Yes.

- A law-abiding life? - Yes, indeed.

Then I assume that your so-called fiancé

is aware of your little financial... situation.

"Fancy Facials and Follicles Ltd." Tax evasion.

You owe the Tax Agency three million kronor.

- That doesn't sound great to me. - What is this?

- Is this some kind of... blackmail? - No, no.

Just some observations.

One: That high horse you're on has grown very lame.

Two: You're in desperate, desperate need of money.

Three...

- Um... - It doesn't have to be three things.

We're not getting the gang back together.

This is just a so-called "one-off", then we all go our separate ways.

And you'd never have to worry about money ever again. Have a read.

- This is actually good. - Told you.

- Security level? - Four.

- System? - Franz Jäger.

Oh, I don't know! It all seems pretty dubious.

Who the hell wants to buy an old skeleton for 320 million?

- Would you? No, I don't know... - Doris, please listen...

- Stupid idiots... - Doris!

- Harry! - Oh, um...

- Doris, I told them it was a bad idea. - A damn bad one, I'd say.

I told them you'd turn it down, that you'd moved on.

I certainly have.

I told them you really love your new guy, that you're happy together.

- She's not going to leave that... - His name is Abbe.

Abbe.

I'm worried it'd get a bit messy.

"Messy"? No.

If you and I can keep things cordial and professional...

- But if you... - If I what?

But if you're holding out hope...

No...

- Because I'm very happy... - With Abbe?

- Shh! - I'm happy too!

Not with Abbe, but by myself. I'm totally alone.

But I'm happy... in my solitude.

No, don't! Stop!

Stay calm, I'll lift you out. Okay?

When do you need my answer?

My name is Horace Krause, the man I'm meeting should already be here.

Krause, yes. Director Wall-Enberg is waiting for you.

- Follow me. - Thank you kindly.

- Yes, but... - Two or three hundred, at least.

- In writing? - I never said that.

Oh, Jönsson!

- You come with good tidings, I hope? - Of course.

Have a seat.

Don't be shy. Go ahead, have some lobster.

If I may ask, what do you plan to do with the money?

I intend to buy a little house.

For that amount of money, you could buy several houses.

Yes, but not in Villefranche-sur-Mer.

Villefranche-sur-Mer? What draws you there?

Well... Golf, champagne... the neighbors.

Oh... I see!

Yeah, we're all a fun bunch.

The package is to be labeled "Sven's Ten",

and sent via private plane from Bromma Airport to Nice,

where it will be loaded into a truck for transport to its final destination.

The customs know me to be an interior design expert,

so they won't ask any questions.

- Any questions? - It sounds crystal clear.

Well... Then we have a deal! Like the young people say.

See you on the cot... Côte d'Azur.

Bon appétit!

Hi Rigmor! It's so cool to be here... Your office is so nice!

Sorry, how rude of me not to introduce myself - Nea.

Peter said you needed some new projects, so I thought...

No, that's not right. Damn, I'm all mixed up...

He said that you need people for your project.

Right. Precisely, um... yeah.

Um... How long have you been a detective?

Well... I'm actually from the IT lab... We don't do that much "detective work"...

You know what? In that case, tell Peter that I'd rather work alone.

Oh, come on, Rigmor! Give me a chance, it's in my blood.

- What's in your blood? - The makings of a real street cop.

Thanks, but no thanks.

Then I'll give this note to Peter instead.

- What note? - It's an address...

I think it could help you, seeing as you're looking for Charles-Ingvar Jonsson.

- Jönsson? - That's right.

- What's on the note? - An address...

Show me!

He checked in at the Mården flophouse on Tuesday.

It matched his description, so... I get that I'm not your first choice...

- Send a cruiser to Mården on Reimersholme. - Hey, what's happening?

Have any fun plans this weekend?

Yeah, that "dinosaurius" thing at the Museum of Natural History.

With the kids.

Linda was like, "You're doing this for them."

Then she shows up like some kind of bestest-ever Mommy Therese.

"Mommy Therese"? Do you mean Mother Teresa?

- Exactly. - Right.

- There! - Where?

There, goddamnit! Jens, it's him!

- Play it cool! - Relax!

Um... 8083, um... 8314. The suspect is in sight.

1077. I see him. Lay low.

There... Shit, how do you turn this off?

It's stuck, what the hell do I do? No... Quiet, shh!

- "Quiet"? I'm crazy quiet. - Quiet!

So, how's everything in here?

Um...

It's... good?

- Sweet. - Yeah.

He didn't catch on, right?

- I don't think so. - Good.

Jönsson!

Rigmor Gren.

- So, you're still alive? - Yeah. I was going to say the same thing.

I see the operations unit is still brimming with A-plus talent.

- I know that you're planning something. - Just my retirement.

Have you looked at your pension statement lately?

- I have money. - I understand.

That's why you're staying in a flophouse.

Have a lovely evening, Rigmor.

I'm going to catch you, just so you know.

You can always try.

Of course... So, one final run-through.

TADA is sending a representative to the grand opening,

Danish paleontologist, Dr. Dino Drejer.

His taxi will arrive at 11:30, to take him straight to the exhibition.

You will pick him up instead, Vanheden, and drive him to his hotel.

- Make sure he stays there. - Of course.

Then you'll have 30 minutes to switch cars and pick up the skeleton at the museum.

It's rather tight, but doable.

Harry! Psst, come here!

- Hi! - Hi...

Harry, you're picking up the Poles. I've promised them 700 kronor per day.

It's on the lower end for craftsmen, but enough for background actors,

which is what we'll have to consider them to be for our dramatic little performance.

The museum's substitute custodian, Sönke Leve,

is a bird enthusiast with a penchant for birds of prey.

Make sure to capture his interest.

So, what does an owl sound like?

- It... what? - An owl!

- I can do it later. - No, now.

I don't know... "Hello? Hello?"

- "Hello?" No, hoot! - Hee-hooo!

- No, "Hoo-hoo". - Hoh, hoh.

- Higher. - Huuah!

- Higher pitched! - I can't do that!

- Can't we just blast our way in? - Woo-hoo, toodle-oo!

Here I am! Damn, it was not easy finding this place!

Sorry that I'm late, I had tons of stuff to settle first.

- Doris, how long will the pizza take? - 10-15 minutes.

Perfect. Working the staff entrance is one Niclas Karlsson.

Order a Hawaiian, that's his favorite. I repeat: Hawaiian.

You're such a nag. What about your own stuff?

- My "stuff"? - The lecture you're holding.

Of course. It's very detailed.

I have analyses and diagrams, all with a touch of humor.

- 12 minutes, on the dot. - 12 minutes?! People will fall asleep!

One more thing... Rigmor Gren from the Operations Unit...

- She knows that we are back at it. - The Badger!

- Let's do something else. - Calm down.

Somewhat unfortunately, she's not like the others.

She doesn't make mistakes. But you know what? Neither will we.

Because I...

See you at the museum.

- Sync? - Yes, sync.

One, two, three!

- How's the owl coming along? - Done! The wire was just a bit tricky...

- Hurry up! - Okay.

Damnit, the bag!

Sickan, can you hear me? Testing, testing, one-two.

Sickan, can you hear me? Testing, testing one-two...

- Boys, you can't park here. - Why not?

This whole stretch is being turned into charging stations.

I have a booking, I'll be fast.

You'll have to take that up with the decision-makers:

the Green Party, Birger Schlaug, and the rest. So move along!

- What kind of a person are you? - You need to move down the street.

- Head to Hornsgatan. - That's halfway across town!

I was just joking, but get a move on. We have work to do: charging stations!

Um... charging stations, all the way down.

Look, here's some stuff for you to play with.

Fun, right?

Right... Dr. Dino.

Klaudi Lundström, Museum of Natural History.

We can take a left here...

Let's go...

Hop right in! You wouldn't want to miss all the fun.

So get on in, and everything will be alright.

There it is, the back seat. You have the whole thing to yourself...

Shit, it's that guy again! This could spell trouble.

- Dino Drejer? - Where the hell have you been?

- Pardon? - I've been waiting for you for hours!

Fine. Can we drive to the museum now?

Absolutely, of course. The car is upstairs.

- Good. - Yes, bananas are good.

Have you found anything?

He's got no number on file, so he's probably using an encryption app.

- But look at this, do you see it? - Mm-hm.

- Look. - What am I looking at?

Each of these dots: There, there, there...

There's one, and there, and another.

Do you see all the flashing lights? There, there, there, oh, one more there!

These dots are anonymous pre-paid SIMs.

When Jönsson checked in at the flophouse at 21:30, this little bugger popped up.

When Jönsson moves, so does this dot. Conclusion: The dot is...

- The dot is Jönsson. - Yes.

- Where is the dot now? - Good question.

It disappeared, here, at seven this morning.

- He turned off... - ...his phone.

But this is his call log. Look, do you see it? Look. Here.

- Get to the point! - Oh... Sorry.

Three days ago, he called the store "The Build Brothers' Building Materials",

He spoke to one of the brothers for seven minutes.

Hotel Elegans, right? That's where you're staying?

Um... Aren't we going to the museum?

What do you mean?

It's almost one o'clock.

What the hell? Did Gunilla not email you?

About what?

A basement pipe burst out there at Bone Brusher Central.

Yes, indeed, there is water accumulation in the lower tier.

They'll have to recalibrate the entire fluidity system.

- So the opening is canceled? - We've had to reschedule it for tomorrow.

Hi! I have a food delivery for a Havanna Hallström.

Oh? I don't recognize that name.

- Really? - No...

But this is the right address, isn't it? Frescativägen?

That's the road of the same name in Huddinge, we're in Stockholm.

Oh, what the hell? You're right.

- I apologize! - No problem.

It'll take me an hour to get there.

- The pizzas will get cold. - That sucks.

- Do you like Hawaiian pizza? Pineapple? - Yes.

Then I have a little Christmas present for you.

They're yours!

- What? Are you sure? - Absolutely.

Thank you!

Quick question: Could I borrow your bathroom?

- Down the stairs, to the left. - Thank you.

I'm watching them hang bunting when I asked for small flags.

Bunting consists of triangles, small flags are square.

Take this.

It looks like a kid's birthday party.

I'm going to have to consider your probationary review.

You are still on probation, right?

The Board of Directors is calling. I'll get back to you.

Hi! Nice to hear from you... That's right.

It's mostly under control.

Odd expression, that. I feel like I am "over control"...

Oh, so you're all coming? That'll be great.

Bye. - Hasse! Did you make the coffee?

- I can brew some more. - No. Ask Lena to do it, hers is better.

But can I really ask her for that,

considering our discussions about delegation...

Please, no feminism drama today.

- I have enough on my plate. - Hey, guys?

Dino Drejer is here, he just arrived at the main entrance.

- Yeah. Okay. - What about the coffee?

- Brew a new pot. - But we've talked about this...

This is the invoice from the Build Brothers. Ready?

26 construction refuge bags,

all branded ByggBox.

Next: bubble wrap, 123 square meters, and eight pairs of industrial pliers.

This was purchased by an anonymous man,

precisely two hours after Jönsson himself called,

to ensure that these items were in stock.

Picture this as a rebus, of sorts. If we solve it, we'll catch him.

Dr. Dino! Welcome.

- Viktor Asker, Director. - Hi, Hans...

Do you understand Swedish or would you prefer it if I spoke English?

Skraldespand.

- I'm sorry? - Skraldespand. Trash can.

- For me to throw my banana away. - Yes, yes, of course.

- Can we have a trash can for Dr. Dino? - Trash can!

I can take that in the meantime...

I thought we'd grab a seat and review the key points over a cup of tea...

Sounds great. But first I want to take a little kik.

Yes, of course... Sorry, what does that mean again?

- A little look at the dino. - Oh, yes!

Skraldespand.

Perhaps you've noticed that I have the peel now.

This way.

I apologize for the pathetic bunting, it is not at all what...

My apologies, that shouldn't be there.

- We haven't had such a famous fossil... - Stop!

What's this now? We seem to be missing a visitor's badge.

- Is there a problem? - Absolutely not.

- He's my guest. - And who are you?

- Who am I? You must be new here... - You have a bad attitude.

And you don't know who you are, but I can help you with that.

Let's see if this card works. What's your passcode?

- Why? - I need to check that you are you.

- There are tons of people running around. - It's 0-0-0-0.

Lucky for you, that worked. Ha!

- Here you go! - Thank you.

Have a wonderful day, boys.

- Did you recognize her? - No, I have no idea...

- No... Can we look at Billy now? - Yes, of course. This way.

Here, have a candy cane. They open the mind to the unforeseeable.

- Why the bubble wrap? - Perhaps they're moving?

I mean starting a moving company for criminals!

- A three-way... a three-way apartment swap. - That's it.

They could coordinate apartment swaps for criminals.

That can be really tricky. It's been very hard for me, and I'm no criminal.

- And you have no clue what you don't know. - True.

- It's something big. - Yeah.

I'm going to write my idea down anyway. I think I'm onto something.

Suppose it's something big that he has to pack up.

But he can't pack all of it.

Perhaps he splits it up, packing the parts.

- Totally separate. - Precisely... but what?

No-one leaves this room until we've cracked this.

Here he is.

The best location in the whole museum.

It is... delightful.

It utterly fantastic... I mean, fantastic!

It's always delightful to see him, gorgeous, gorgeous Billy Boy.

What the...? Hang on, what the hell?!

Did you not get our "up and dated" security requirements?

- I'm sorry, what was I supposed to get? - An updated list from the head office!

- Okay. We haven't received a list... - We did get one, but that was months ago.

No, that's the old list. I'm talking about the new one!

- Right. No. - No.

- We didn't get a new list. - The dino cannot be displayed like this.

Over my dead body! It's my ass on the line.

This is amateur hour!

There needs to be an 8 mm thick security glass...

...all around it! And this paper shouldn't be here.

And glass all the way here. Here, here, here.

Look! There should be glass all the way here, here, and here, and around here.

And electric... electric... shocks!

- And cameras everywhere. - Yeah.

Up here, from all sides, including above and below.

Do it, Harry!

What is it? What's going on?

It's the nerves, my nerves are flaring up again.

I'm not sure if I can do this sober.

I'm starting to... feel shaky...

What if it all falls apart? What if it goes to hell, Doris?

Harry! It will be fine!

We could just blast away!

No! We're not blasting anything!

Down the hatch, down the hatch...

Down the hatch, down the hatch...

- Down the hatch, down the hatch... - ...the hatch...

Down the hatch, down the hatch...

And down it went!

So, can you handle this?

Are you nodding? Then let's do this!

Down the hatch, down the hatch...

Louder!

Yes, hi, Gunilla. This is Klaudi Ström.

I'm in the car with Dino Drejer, he didn't get the info about the change in schedule.

No. Exactly! "Whoops", indeed!

This may lead to reprimands from the higher-ups. That's right.

We'll have to discuss this.

We have that... conference coming up in Bommersvik, we can settle it then.

Great... Yes, thank you... Bye.

- Thank you so much, Klaudi. - I want to apologize on Gunilla's behalf.

I know it's not your fault, Klaudi. But I need to talk to someone.

Go ahead, I'm all ears. Here's a guy who can...

- Who are you calling? - Your boss.

- My boss? Who? - Viktor Asker.

No, you can't call Viktor. Hang up, for Christ's sake!

- Oh, my! Look at that! - Hey, Sönke? Could you hurry over here?

- Mm-hm. - Quickly, if possible.

- What is it? - There's an interesting bird in the tree.

Are you kidding me? That's an eagle-owl!

The thing is, I've never seen this list...

- Oh, are we playing the blame game now? - Of course not.

But maybe it got stuck in the spam folder, or something.

Very possible, a lot of stuff ends up there.

The only question I have right now,

before I call the head office and take the dino back home with me...

Can you call your administration and sort this out?

Yes, I can sort this out.

- It's behaving a little strange. - Yeah...

- How's it suppose to behave? - Not twisting its neck like that.

No, I've seen those gray owls...

Hi, Administration, Sönke Leve speaking.

We have a situation in the Cretaceous Hall.

It seems unwell.

- Oh, damn! It fell! - My God!

We need 8 mm thick protective glass, and the podium has to be raised.

Some electrical thing for the glass, and cameras underneath...

I have a whole list. I need you to read it and sort this out.

It's damn hectic right now, I have nothing in storage.

Please... The opening starts in 45 minutes, I need your help...

Relax, I'll see what I can do.

I'll have to call in extra help. It won't be cheap.

- Last minute staffing is pricy. - Whatever is necessary.

Fly away now, Harry. Fly!

Wojciech, hold this, put it somewhere.

Slot this in there. Jakub, grab it! Put it in the car.

Lukasz, hurry up. Move it, move it!

- Does Viktor not want to talk to me? - Of course he does, but he's...

...he has... succumbed to burnout!

He's locked himself in his room and is refusing to come out.

- He won't speak to anyone, not even me. - He seems so calm in his emails.

That's what's so insidious about that disease.

It's often the happiest buggers who bear the darkest pain.

- Are the two of you... close? - We are.

Viktor has been there for me many times, regardless of vice:

gambling, infidelity, beautiful women, betting, alcohol...

Whatever it may be, Viktor is just a phone call away.

I really appreciate you coming in so fast. It's been such a stressful...

I get it. We've worked together before.

Wojciech and Jakub have a company in Krakow.

I need nails produced before 1991.

- Do you have that? - Did you not bring any nails?

Another thing, is it possible to get a crate of beer?

- Um... - It's not for me.

It's for Wojciech, because he's in charge of the nail gun.

Do you think you can manage this?

Give us an hour. We've done this before.

- I've got it handled. - Ah!

- Is your presentation ready? - Yes, no problem.

But, Klaudi, you seem like a good friend too.

A lot of people claim I am... I'm more or less everybody's neighbor.

There's an expression I often think about:

"You Only Live Once," abbreviated Y-O-L-O.

What it means is that you only have one life.

Just one single life.

Dinosaurs, openings and all that shit, that's just surface-level stuff.

What really matters in life is how you feel in here.

A lot of people don't get that.

They just go through life, they may have some hobbies,

but in the grand scheme of things, they're nothing but slaves.

Then suddenly, one day, they just die. Bang, dead. Game over.

What did they have to show for it? Nothing but a ton of regrets.

So, you know, they...

Shit, are you alright?

Are you okay?

- Hell, are you crying? - Yes, you'll have to excuse me...

...it's very unseemly.

Hi, everyone. Welcome to the Museum of Natural History,

and the exhibition "T-REX: The Story of the Skeleton".

I am incredibly proud... I have toiled so hard - we all have -

to finally be able to present Billy the T-Rex to the Swedish public!

Behind me, in the Cretaceous Hall,

the final adjustments are being made as we speak...

But with me right now is Dr. Dino Drejer.

This is a unique opportunity

to get to listen to this world-renowned dinosaur... expert.

Thank you, ladies and gentlemen.

It was summertime...

Vanheden, what's your status?

A bit off-topic, but there's this "dinosaurius" thing...

- At the Natural History Museum. - Oh, yeah!

I know that it's a bit untimely, but I've promised the kids...

- What dinosaur? - They flew him in! A complete skeleton.

A T-Rex, but it's only on loan for a few weeks.

A fossil, that is. Not a real one, just the skeleton.

I know that Peter's said that I should try to show more initiative...

Shh...

As I often say, "If you've missed the mark and your duties bucked..."

- "...you're guilty of misconduct." - Exactly!

- That's classic! - Quiet, wait... Hold on...

Nea, can you look up how much a T-Rex is worth on the black market?

I'm on it.

- Oh, hi! - Hi!

How's it going?

- We're half done. - Good.

- Have you heard from Vanheden? - I was going to ask you.

- He should be here by now! - I don't know where he is.

What the hell?

Hurry up. C'mon!

Outside.

He'll show up... What did you say?

- I thought you wanted to say something. - No. You?

- No, I had nothing... Okay. - Okay.

The first time we saw a T-Rex in a movie was in 1925,

in The Lost World.

The next time was in 1933, in King Kong...

What the hell?

Ragnar, where the hell are you?

- Can I... tell you a secret, Klaudi? - Absolutely. Do it.

Vanheden, have you ditched Dr. Dino? Are you nearby?

I never wanted to be a paleontologist.

- Oh, damn. - Yes, it was my mother's dream.

That's why she named me "Dino".

I've got it! Ah!

Thank you, everyone. You've been a terrific audience.

- Very interesting... - Stall the audience. We're not done.

We have some time left over, so... Do you have any questions?

Human to human...

- Do you think it's too late? - For what?

- To start anew. - To start a new what?

Never having to check paleontology Twitter again...

- Back-stabbing and finger-pointing... - Right.

- Live out in the countryside... - No!

- ...with all the animals. - It's never too late!

Damn, it sounds wonderful!

Last year, new evidence came to light

proving that some dinosaurs had hollow formations in their lower jaws.

Various theories abound,

and I think we'd all be curious to know if you're Team Jenkins or Team Robertsson.

Yes... That's an interesting question...

Ragnar, for Christ's sake... Things are on fire over here.

We're on fire, where the hell are you?!

We've had a lovely time here...

But do you think we could pick this up some other time?

I have to get going. We'll continue this...

- You've seen the human. - And I thank you for that.

If you don't come now, we'll have to blow the whole thing off!

- I can't be alone right now, Klaudi. - Hell, no.

- Ragnar... Goddamnit! - Don't leave me, Klaudi.

I will not leave you. You can trust me 100% on that.

Change of plans...

Well, to answer your question...

...I'm team... Team Jefferson.

Team Jefferson? Does he also have a theory on the subject?

Yes, he has a theory...

...and Johnson has another, as has Anderson...

...and Franz Beckerlee and Stefan Johansson.

This road is one-way.

Sure, but sometimes you have to bend the rules.

You should know, being Danish and all.

This is what the museum industry is like... a bit Rock n' Roll.

Here we are. Great. I'll grab this.

- Why did we stop? - Just a quick vehicle swap.

- A vehicle swap? - Yeah, it's totally normal.

- Just climb on out. - Yeah, okay.

QUALITY CONSTRUCTION

- We're here for the construction waste. - Welcome.

- Construction waste?! - Yes.

At a small museum like this, everyone has to chip in.

"Flexibility" is our motto.

QUALITY CONSTRUCTION

Oh, so now he deigns to show... Finally!

- Alright. You can just chill in here. - Okay.

- Who's that you brought? - Dr. Dino.

- What's he doing here? - Forget it, I'll explain later.

Let's load this in!

Thank you so much. Send my regards to Dudek!

- What do we do with him? He'll rat us out! - I'll handle it.

Okay, this is the last one!

When I lived... in my apartment by Rådhuspladsen...

Where... We visited Tivoli in Copenhagen...

...and we ate smorrebrod...

Hans Rosenfeldt, Museum of Natural History.

Imagine the sun is shining, and the birds are flying...

- ...with their big, big... - It's the police. For you.

They say it's very urgent.

They're out, flying around...

This is Detective Rigmor Gren, Operations Unit.

- Okay. Hi. - Hi.

I just wanted to check that nothing is amiss concerning Billy.

- "Concerning Billy"? - The dinosaur.

I'm very familiar with Billy the Dinosaur.

- Why would anything be amiss? - This might sound a bit strange...

I want you to be particularly observant of people you've never met before todays.

And call me if the slightest oddity were to occur.

There's a risk that someone's going to try to steal Billy the Dinosaur today.

Yes... - Excuse me, could I please...

Out of my way!

No!

I think it's time to end. Thank you.

What? He always comes back!

- If we don't have a car... - ...it serves him right!

- Hi. - Hello, have you seen a man in a beret?

- No. - Have you let any cars out?

We just let the construction van leave.

I'm going to dock this from your pay. Do you know what you've done?!

- Why did you go this way? - I'm just driving around...

Hell of a detour...

I was supposed to pick up Sickan by the car!

Not a problem, I'll drop you off.

Harry... Harry? Where are you, Harry?!

QUALITY CONSTRUCTION

- Ow! - Damn, that's a lot of cops!

- Shit! - What should we do?

QUALITY CONSTRUCTION

- There he is! - He's waving!

- Don't wave back! - Sickan! - We have to pick him up.

- Drive, Ragnar! - Calm down.

- Hello, what's going on? - What's happened?

- What's going on? - He? He...?

Come on, explain. Look into my eyes. Hello?

Yes, "he", I already know "he".

Is he here? Yes? He's here.

Breathe, breathe... What do you mean, "he's here"?

Which direction? Did you see him?

- Take over, Nea. - Okay, I'm taking over.

Jönsson!

1077, in pursuit of the suspect!

Jönsson!

There.

- That was the last one, right? - Next stop: Huvudsta.

Ah! Shit!

Helle Hansen, Security Service. I assume you heard the explosion.

I'm commandeering this vehicle

in accordance with paragraph 23 of the Penal Code, Section 3, Tier 2...

Give me the car keys! Contact your loved ones immediately!

Let's see... Where?

There we go.

What the hell do we do now?

Hey, buddy!

Who are you guys?

We don't need to mention any names at this juncture...

Are you thieves? Criminals?

- We are, first and foremost, people. - What did you steal?

Um, that...

- You stupid swine! - Lock him in!

Here's my question: What do we do now?

Open up!

- We can't let him out! - No, we can't. He's...

- We could blow him up? - Hell no!

Or could we? No, we can't. No.

How?

- 112... - Shit, his phone!

I want to report a crime...

Yes, a violation of human rights.

Are you aware of the lemur situation in South-East Asia?

Yes, we at Amnesty think that it is wrong...

The police? Whoops, sorry! I must have dialed the wrong number...

- Yes. Thank you. Bye. - Well done!

Oh, indeed... I've picked up a few things.

So, where were we?

Oh, yeah... I get that we must seem like total baddies in your eyes.

But how about we put our cards on the table from now on.

- It's Sickan! - Oh, shit!

To... tally... use... less!

Well, um... Sickan! We have...

Where...?

- What've you done, Sickan? - No...

Rigmor! That car was rented out on Wednesday,

to a man with the name Horace Krause on his license.

- Description? - Gray-haired, glasses, and a beret.

- Okay... - Thank you, Eddie.

What's going on? I'm talking to the national police commissioner.

- The papers are calling... Is it Jönsson? - It's the whole gang.

It's the whole band of thieves, Peter.

Do we have any leads? Is there any information I can share?

- What's our game plan? - I'm working on it.

No, hold up, stop just one second... Rigmor.

The spotlight has switched on. The headlights are all over this.

I can assign Edgren to this case, I can assign Edholm...

I can assign both Edgren and Edholm...

- If you feel even the slightest... - "Slightest...?"

- Shaky. - I'm not shaky.

- I've never been shaky. - No.

Give me 24 hours and I'll catch him.

We have a game plan. It is as I suspected. Give me 24 hours and I'll catch him.

- Sickan! - Charles-Ingvar.

- Sickan, we had to! - Charles-Ingvar!

- There were police everywhere. - I mean, you are... You are total idio...

You don't abandon a friend!

Whose... What is that? Who...

- This is not mine. - Whose is it, then?

It's mine.

Sometimes you have to improvise.

- This is Dr. Dino Drejer. Who's calling? - This is Rigmor Gren from the police.

- Hi, Rigmor. How are you? - I don't know if you've heard the news.

- Billy's been stolen. - No! That can't be!

- The dinosaur's been stolen? - I understand you're upset.

But I'd like to speak to you.

- I'll be sending a car... - No...

No, that's not possible. You see, I'm out town.

- It's better for me to come to you. - How long will that take?

It won't take very long. Yes, alright, bye-bye.

Wall-Enberg's plane will be here soon. Start packing immediately.

Execute. Please, thank you.

Dr. Dino Drejer is on his way. Call me the second he arrives.

Up and at 'em!

Hey, take a look at this.

I've found a photo of the ledger - you can change page here -

belonging to the gentlemen's club: The King's Companions.

- How did you get this? - It wasn't that hard, I...

"Thursday, 14:30...Horace Krause."

- "Guest of a member". - A Wall-Enberg.

Look there. Do you see it? Look.

That Wall-Enberg?

No, Tindra... What is this?

A café au lait during work hours? Huh?

And what's this? "Oat... milk". Jesus!

You know, there's a reason it's called a coffee "break".

- I'm sorry. - Mm-hm.

Wall-Enberg? Rigmor Gren, Operations Unit.

Oh, hi! How nice... Anything I can help you with?

I'll get right to the point...

Does the name Horace Krause mean anything to you?

No... I don't think so.

He was your guest at the club a few days ago.

Ah!

Yeah... Now I remember.

A personable fellow from overseas... A foreigner, but very personable...

Have you ever heard of Charles-Ingvar Jönsson?

What's with all the questions? What is going on?

We believe that Jönsson and Krause are the same man.

And that he's behind the dinosaur heist at the Museum of Natural History.

Am I a suspect?

If so, you should contact my lawyers,

Rausing and Letzell Law Firm LLC.

I need to run, you see. I'm going to a cancer benefit.

I am... the guest of honor.

So, unfortunately... Bye.

- Perhaps they were right. - Yeah. Wait, who?

It was before your time. Older cops used to talk.

- About Wall-Enberg? - Yes. Mostly rumors.

About a business built on two pillars. One legal, the other...

- Excuse me! - ...illegal.

- He's lying to you. - Wall?

- I do not want to... - Excuse me?

I don't want to be mentioned by name.

- Promise? - Sure.

- Have a seat. - Let's go in here.

Hey, there, Maestro! How're you doing? Do you want some candy?

Huh?

- It's Bridge Mix. - Klaudi, I thought you were my friend.

"Klaudi"? Who the hell is that? Oh, right - me.

- How's it going? - Almost half-way through!

Wall-Enberg's people will be here soon.

- Villefranche-sur-Mer, you say? - It's a village in the South of France.

A sanctuary for rich men. Saudi princes and German businessmen...

- And you say you've been there? - Yes.

He wanted to fly down some pretty Swedish women

to act as hostesses at his party.

He really wanted to impress this group. Everything had to be perfect.

And it was, until this Norwegian guy showed up: Grimkjell Riddervold.

He immediately started spouting off

about having bought a stegosaurus skull on the black market.

Everybody lost it. They all climbed into cars to go to his place instead.

- The party just totally shut down. - How did Wall react?

His gaze turned steely.

Everything was ruined, and he got upset by the smallest things.

He yelled at me constantly,

and I had to make my own way back to Sweden, without any money!

- That wasn't easy. - It wouldn't be.

- No, it was really tough. - Do you recognize this man?

Oh, God. Yes... He was so weird. Like someone's country bumpkin cousin.

He didn't fit in at all. A very odd little man.

What would happen if one were to steal a JAS plane?

You'd get caught.

- To what do I owe the pleasure? - The police came by, asking if I knew you.

- And what did you tell them? - That I didn't.

- It will come out. - What will come out?

- That the two of us... are friends. - We're not friends.

And I can't have them prying into my business.

- They have no evidence. - This is simply too risky.

- If you could just hand me that? - Oh... Um... Thanks.

- You'll have to handle the rest yourself. - The rest?

The transport!

Please... Listen to me.

We can't smuggle a dinosaur skeleton out of the country, we're wanted...

- Such is the world of business. - We had a deal. We had an agreement!

You're putting me in a very difficult situ...

So, Jönsson's on the lam and ends up in the South of France.

- The South of France? - Mm-hm, among the more upper class.

- And he takes a liking to it. - Do you think so?

So he approaches Wall-Enberg with a proposition. A win-win situation.

Okay, suppose that Jönsson comes into a lot of money...

...Wall turns into a dinosaur king, flitting around at cocktail parties...

Then he'd have to take it to France first... obviously.

And preferably before we catch on.

- HQ. - 1077.

Can I get the position of Wall-Enberg's private jet?

- What's going on? - Wait.

Wall-Enberg is taxiing from Bromma Airport bound for Nice in 30 minutes.

Thanks. - He's leaving for Nice in 30 minutes.

Damn!

- You're driving. - This is a misunderstanding.

I don't have a license.

Here's my pitch: 10 million kronor.

20 million, no... Fuck! 15.

I was supposed to say 15, can we say 15?

- Damn, we've already said 20. Okay: 20. - 30.

- 30? 30 million, that's a lot of money. - Danish.

Danish, are you crazy?! That's a shit ton!

Okay.

You're a good negotiator. Deal.

- Let's shake on it. - 50.

- What the hell? We had a deal. - 60.

- We agreed. - 100 million!

Quit it!

Do you think that I can be bought, Klaudi?

You're welcome to leave.

As I told you, we're no kidnappers.

Go home, go to the police, do whatever you want.

It's fine, I'll handle it. - Did I pretend to be someone I'm not?

Yes, I did.

But did I pretend to be your friend? No, I didn't.

And do you know why?

I didn't have to pretend.

- It would've been good if I had a gun now. - I don't think so.

We'll talk about it later.

- Police. May I ask what you're loading? - We're unloading. The flight's canceled.

- Is this everything? - No, there was supposed to be more, but...

- More? - ...we didn't have time to load it.

- Load it from where? - Hanger 12.

- And where is that? - There.

Dino, my friend!

Do you want to go back to a job you hate?

A life you hate? Just because your mom wanted it for you?

Is that what you want? To lie on your deathbed, thinking:

"I gave my life to the dinosaurs."

They're extinct and not around anymore. They have no clue what you do for them.

If you want that, walk out that door right there.

But I want you to know that there is an alternative, another path to take.

Take the money, quit your job, and move to the country!

Buy a farm in beautiful Northern Jutland,

where you can stay with all of your lovely, living, animals:

Wonderful fluffy horses, pigs, and cows.

And muddy little rabbits that you could roll around with,

just as you've always dreamed.

- Detective Grandma! - What?!

- It is Detective Grandma! - What?!

- It's Detective Grandma. - Did you hear that?

- Do you hear anything? - No.

- What should we do? - Hide, boys. Hide.

Actually, yeah... Nah, I can't hear a thing.

I'm sorry!

1077 requesting back-up at Bromma Airport, hangar 12.

- Run and get the crowbar. - The crowbar...

- Sickan, what should we do? - Nothing.

Nothing? Okay... What?

- What about Wall-Enberg? Call him. - He's abandoned us.

No! How...?

- So... do something! - Doris, any ideas?

- Harry, do you have a plan? - Um... No. I...

Vanheden?

Jönsson!

You may as well come out!

- I've failed you. - It doesn't matter, Sickan!

- Don't freeze up. - Buck up!

- We need you. - We're coming out!

- No... - Wait!

Well, it might just be the Stockholm Syndrome talking, but...

Can't you guys see that you have something special here? Huh?

You can't give up. Fuck, man!

Come on! Up!

There must be something you can do!

- Vanheden... Is he in play? - Um... Yeah?

It's kind of risky... - Doris, how many boxes do we have left?

- Two. - Pack them!

- Harry? - Yeah?

- You do have a plan. - Plan? Well, sometimes one must improvise.

That's what I said. I told you!

- Sorry, there was a bunch of stuff... - No. Hold it properly, damnit.

Let's be careful.

- And pry. - One, two, and pry!

What a bang! Huh?

Whoo! Hold on to your beret!

1077, the Jönsson Gang is transporting the dinosaur

in a truck leaving Bromma Airport.

There's just a bunch of women!

No! You can't swipe right, damnit!

- A normal map? - Glove compartment!

Floor it!

You're driving in a circle!

- You told me to! - No!

- Left, here. - I'm driving left!

There they are.

Red light!

Accelerate. No, wait. You have to brake.

- Son of a bitch! - Sorry.

I lost her!

- Did you hear that, Dino? I lost her! - Good job, Vanheden!

1077 to all units! I repeat, to all units!

Charles-Ingvar Jönsson is traveling in a white construction van,

license plate... shit!

It was absolutely insane! I mean, I was the one who said we should brake...

License plate: ONX 941.

Drop whatever you're doing.

Whoever catches him gets five extra weeks of paid vacation.

Where are you going, Charles-Ingvar?

- Harry! The plates. - Yeah, yeah.

Rigmor, Vanheden just topped up gas using his credit card.

- Where? - National Road 73.

They're heading South...

Nynäshamn! They're going to take a ferry!

What?! Scoundrels.

1077 to all units, the Jönsson Gang is heading South on National Road 73,

likely bound for the ferry crossing in Nynäshamn.

I repeat, National Road 73, southbound.

- Here. It's the next exit. - Yeah.

Let's see, the ferry leaves in precisely...

Sickan, do you see that?

- Jesus, Sickan! What do we do now? - Oh, how pleasant.

This is not pleasant.

- Let's... back it up... - Calm down.

- "ONX." - Something is wrong with this picture.

- Hello. - Hi.

- What's in the back? - Furniture.

- Danish. - Yes, you better believe it.

- What was that? - Um... You better believe it?

- Have a safe journey. - Thank you.

- You can proceed. - Yeah.

- They're fleeing the country. - Yeah.

- But they must know they're wanted. - How so?

Wait!

- HQ. - 1077.

What's going on?

Has Dr. Dino turned up yet?

- I wonder if there's a disco onboard. - This makes me crave a drink.

Sickan, we're buying some beer.

- Would you like some bubbly? - Of course!

Hello? Yes, Dr. Dino speaking.

This is Rigmor Gren from the police again.

You'll have to excuse me, I got a bit lost,

but now... now I'm on the way.

- Where are you? - Um...

I'm sitting in a taxi, on the way to the police station.

- It sounds kind of windy in your taxi. - Yeah, I rolled down the window.

It's so pleasant to feel the wind in your hair.

This is not Dr. Dino Drejer...

Isn't that true... Jönsson?

Rigmor... It's nice to hear your voice again.

May I please speak to the real Dr. Dino?

Of course it was Jönsson! It was so obvious.

Anders!

Another good abbreviation is L-O-L, "Laugh Out Loud"...

That one's very useful, because it lets you know, in writing,

if someone is laughing or not, so you don't have to do it yourself.

A third one is B-F-F, which means "Best Friends Forever",

and that's what I feel...

Guys, I think we should take the opportunity to enjoy ourselves.

Not to get ahead of ourselves, but in exactly one hour,

we will have successfully carried out the boldest heist in Sweden's history.

I think we have every right to feel a little... proud.

- Many thanks. Cheers, guys! - Cheers!

Another abbreviation, which also is very useful, is M-I-L-F...

- This is Peter. - Hello?

- Can you hear me, Peter? - Hi, Peter.

- Listen, I need a helicopter. - She needs a helicopter.

No, what's going on, Rigmor? Calm down.

What's this I hear about vacations and car chases...?

He's on a ferry bound for Poland with the dinosaur.

- He has nowhere to run! - Nowhere!

I need to contact KMP in Gdansk and the Polish Border Guard.

- And a helicopter. - Calm down, Rigmor.

Take a deep breath. The thing is that police flights aren't without cost.

- I mean, it's internal billing, but still. - Peter, big things are afoot.

These aren't some minor riff-raffs. They're real crooks.

Peter, I've got him. He has no place to hide!

- How certain are you? - 100%. 100%! Do you understand?

- This is our last shot. - Stop being such a wimp!

You're going to catch him.

In a few minutes, we will arrive at the harbor.

We ask you to return to your...

Gentlemen, it's time.

- Drive! - Calm down.

Traffic is flowing nicely. What the hell is this now?

- What? - No, it's fine.

- Now. Follow his instructions. - That's what I'm doing.

Thank you. Thanks!

Stop the car. Stop!

...the Museum of Natural History...

This is a big misunderstanding.

Stand against the wall. Hands on the wall.

Where is it?!

Damnit!

Where is the dinosaur?

The dinosaur? I don't know.

No, of course not.

Doris... Where is she?

Grimkjell!

- Hi! - Hi.

- How are you? - Did you bring the beauty?

Well, I'm here, aren't I? I'm just joking.

- Was the drive okay? - Yes.

I hope you understand that my paleontologists

have to determine its authenticity.

Assuming that the T-Rex is complete,

the money will appear in this Bitcoin account...

...by lunchtime tomorrow.

Is it in Norwegian or Swedish Bitcoin?

So, you say that you don't know where the dinosaur is?

- No clue. - No clue.

And you don't know who took it?

No clue.

Do you want a candy? They're delicious.

No? Do you know how these are made?

You boil it at temperatures of up to 150 degrees Celsius,

then you pour out the mixture, pull it apart, fold it, roll it,

and then cut it into small damn pieces! Do you understand?

And your traveling companions are just your friends, or so you claim?

Yes, they're my best friends.

I see...

Yeah...

Well... that's it.

Well, that was that. - Goodbye, Harry.

- Dino. - Yes.

Goodbye.

Goodbye, Dino.

Are you coming, or what?

Yeah...

- See you, Maestro. - Goodbye.

Well, that was...

Anyone in the mood for some ham hock?

- Yeah, absolutely. - Yup.

What is that?

- Yes, hello? - What is this? What the hell is going on?

Where is my dinosaur?

We have found another buyer.

- What new buyer? - A Norwegian one.

Do you have even the slightest clue of who you're messing with?

Such is the world of business!

Sickan?

Is that all?

Ow! Goddamnit!

Mm-hm... 320 million kronor worth of Bitcoin.

Why didn't you say so? Brilliant, Sickan!

- Here's the bubbly! - Yes!

- Do you want some, Harry? - I'll pass.

Of course. - But Doris wants some Dom, yes?

Oh yes, she does. Top her up!

Okay, I can take half a glass...

You have to allow yourself to celebrate and enjoy life.

Isn't that right, Sickan? Even you should indulge, if you ask me.

At some point, you have to... Okay!

- Let's raise a toast! - Cheers!

Of course, you need some too, Sickan!

I almost forgot about you, and you are not someone easily forgotten, Sickan!

- These olives are damn good! - Yeah.

They're probably not from Kalamata. Maybe Spain or something.

You and Dino have that in common, I think.

We bonded during our time together, you see.

You're both the academic type, who prefer not to...

You think about the after before, if you get what I mean?

I'm more of an "after, after" kind of guy. We're rich, we'll never have to...

- Those are really good! - Doris, I, um...

I just wanted to say that I hope...

...that things work out for the two of you, and that you're happy.

Damn.

Oh, Harry. You'll meet someone too, Harry.

- What? No, it's fine. - I know you'll meet someone!

And then you'll think, "Doris, what did I ever see in her?"

- What? No! - "What was I thinking?"

- "That old garbage disposal." - What?!

...but you listen in a different way.

Let's try this, you talk and I listen. Do you get me?

- Vanheden, I need a top-up. - Of course!

Here it comes!

- But I haven't had any! - You'll get some too, Sickan.

According to the police, there are still no leads worth investigating

following the attention-grabbing dinosaur heist

here at the Museum of Natural History.

Well, it was simply a very well-executed heist.

Well, that's not quite true. It was a pretty quick...

Um...

But what is your responsibility in all this?

My responsibility? All of it. I bear the full responsibility.

For the museum, that is. Not the heist.

- They turn there, land there... There! - I just wanted to say bye.

Have a good weekend. I'll be in late on Monday.

- I know I'm difficult... - I won't be in on Monday.

- Oh, for crying out loud, Rig! - 1077.

1077.

- Doris? - Harry...

Come in.

I just, I just wanted to...

Doris, just hold on, wait a minute...

It just felt like that went a bit too fast...

- A lot of feelings being stirred up. - I understand. I know...

It's no problem, I just need to... think for a while.

This was really dumb of me, I shouldn't have...

Okay, now!

Harry... My Harry!

Rigmor... What a pleasant surprise.

So... What are you doing here?

Getting a feel for the neighborhood. I'm considering moving here.

Oh? For any particular reason?

The restaurants, the atmosphere... The neighbors.

- I thought you were retiring? - Retirement is for retirees.

Wouldn't you agree?

Jönsson!

- Next time, I'll catch you. - Is that so?

Well, you can always try.

The same lunch as usual, you damn swine!

The swine herder.

- Well, hello, Maestro. - What the hell?

Nice to see you. There are new castanets waiting to be rattled.

- What are you doing here? - Well, I can tell you one thing:

I have a plan.

Subtitle translation by: Jenny Berglund