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The charges against Leonard Strandberg are dismissed.

You always get a shitty case when starting at a new division.

It's very hard getting a conviction without a body.

-It must be a relief. That it's over. -I won't feel relief...

...until I know what happened to Angelica.

Do you know of something called Fredriksborg Fortress?

Are you kidding? - Angelica Strandberg isn't over yet.

You either lock up a poor gentleman thief-

-or I give you a brutal woman-killer.

THE SANDHAMN MURDERS

ANGELICA - PART 2

Micke, stop!

Shit!

There we go...

It's lucky there wasn't a fracture.

-Thanks. -You're welcome.

Nora?

-Anna called and said you were here. -You've nothing else to do?

-She was worried about you. -I don't believe that for a minute!

She loves Marstrand and her new boyfriend.

That guy... I'm not sure, I don't like him.

-He's a doormat. -That's better than the opposite.

-Do you have any pain killers? -Alvedon. The nurse said it was enough.

Good. Let me know if you need anything stronger.

-So, it was a loose plank? -The whole house is collapsing.

-Stop it, you're exaggerating. -No, I'm not exaggerating!

-I'll buy it. -No, you can't.

-I can't? Why not? -You can't afford it.

I think this is good for you. It's like a new start, a chance to let go of the past.

-I have a new job. -In your private life.

It's not good to be in the same house every summer and just yearn.

-Yearn? -Yearn for the past.

Nora, we had great summers out there, but it's time for you to let go.

Henrik, you're totally disorientated.

I don't yearn for the past at all. And especially not for us.

Okay, then. But I didn't really mean it like that.

I was going to call you.

-Has something happened? -No, this is wonderful news. Superb.

Gisela is pregnant.

-She can't have children. -Yes, she can.

It turns out that her ex shot blanks, but I on the other hand...

-But, she's really old! -Well, she's younger than you.

Nora?

-I thought it was you. -Jonas?

Hello.

-What are you doing here? -I twisted my foot.

-Are you crying? -No, I'm tired.

-Can I sit down? -Yes, sure.

-Aren't you working? -No, I stopped.

I got sick, that's why I'm here. I'm in cognitive behavioural therapy.

-Therapy? -Yes. Don't sound so surprised.

-It's just not really you. -It turns out I suffer from aviophobia.

-Fear of flying. -You're kidding me!

Unfortunately not. It came out of nowhere.

I was off to New York and that morning...

...I started sweating and shaking, my head spun...

Well... A classic panic attack.

-So what are you doing now? -Now?

Now I'm finding out who I am, what I want, where I'm going...

It's really exciting. And hard...

But it's not from Arlanda to Heathrow. I'm sure of that.

I've missed you.

It's too early to determine cause of death. Probably murder. A couple of years ago.

-Is that what he said? -What?

-That it's probably murder? -Yes.

-Okay. Jesus, what an idiot! -What?

How else would she have ended up here? Buried herself?

-Talk to him yourself. -I can't. He doesn't understand me.

-Speak Swedish, then. -It's an ugly language.

It's not sure this is the murder site. The killer could have brought her here.

-They didn't know it'd be a building site. -They?

Yes...

-So it's a gender neutral "they"? -You're too much!

-Can't you just say him or her? -Come on.

-Do you think she'll appreciate it? -I'm very sceptical.

A little trust, if I may ask, my dear lawyer.

Love always starts with a brawl.

Please hand me your telephone as phase two

of my particularly well-shaped plan is about to begin.

Thanks.

The victim has been identified as Angelica Strandberg.

Born 78/05/25.

The body is in such a state that...

...the cause of death is hard to determine. But...

But foreign DNA has been found in the victim's body.

Probably sperm.

Samples have been sent for analysis.

...that once more in life...

...feel that you're seen. For real. That...

That someone is curious about you, that someone...

...sees you with desire.

Someone who asks, and asks because they really want to know how you feel.

Someone who unconditionally opens their mind and their body...

And doesn't want anything other than you being there.

Saying no to all that... Is practically impossible.

I couldn't, anyway.

It's my sperm.

I said I was going to leave Kerstin. Angelica was delighted at first.

Then, she suddenly started having doubts.

She wanted more time, had to think about it...

I got a feeling she was afraid of him.

-Her husband? -Yes.

He'd threatened her, that's why she hesitated.

The last time we met, it was like a goodbye.

She was going to call the day after, no call came.

For three months I virtually had the phone glued to my ear. Nothing happened.

Then I remembered she'd talked of disappearing when she was younger.

When things got tough, she just disappeared without a word.

I thought: "Okay, that's what she's done. She's disappeared."

Then it became as if all that... It became something else. Something...

...long ago.

And I saw what was my life.

Kerstin...

Somehow we found our way back to that tired, somewhat boring, but secure love.

The one you can only have when you've spent a lot of time together.

You can feel really fucking cool in a pair of tight jeans...

But they squeeze your dick like hell.

All you want is to get home, tear them off

and put on a pair of shabby, cosy pants.

I can't lose Kerstin now. I'm terrified of that.

-You know I didn't murder Angelica. -Yes. I know.

-But... It doesn't look good. -No.

No...

-What will you do? -I want to get him.

-You sure it's him? -Who else could it be?

You've got two days...

-Two days till we hear from the lab. -Thanks.

Don't do anything stupid. Okay?

-Hello, Jonas. -Hi, Nora.

-How are you? -Great, I've just finished Yin Yoga.

-I do it a few times a week. -Yin Yoga?

Yes, it's really great for your connective tissue.

-Anything in particular you want? -What are you eating?

-A sandwich. -Right. I've stopped bread altogether.

I just eat raw food nowadays.

But I have a glass of red wine sometimes.

Listen... Would you be into having a glass of wine with me?

-With you? -Yes. For old time's sake.

-For what reason? -No...

Nora... Are you seeing anybody?

-Not that it's your business, but no. -Me neither.

I mean, what have we got to lose?

No, no, hang on, officer. Aren't you going to present this masterpiece?

What do you think it is? It's porridge, an egg and a bun.

Yes, but in the service industry, you have to be able to sell the meal.

The oats, for instance, is it locally grown? The egg...

How many degrees is it cooked to? Was the hen that laid it happy?

The bun - is it made from sourdough or possibly happy dough?

All these are questions the modern guest must have answered.

Answer this: Suck my leek.

-Fucking hell! -Assault, assault!

-Assault, assault...! -Easy...

-Easy. -You're fucking lucky she's here!

You see how it is?

I've arranged a transfer for you. To another prison.

It's not exactly the Beverly Hills Hotel, but it's better than here.

-Have you been there? -Only defence attorneys can afford that.

I promise to invite you when this is all over.

I'll be in touch when you arrive. Then I want something in exchange. Is that clear?

Do you like it?

It's not bad, Sylvester. It's not bad.

Thanks.

-Hello, Pär. -Hi. She didn't disappear voluntarily.

-Angelica? -Her body's been found.

-How can I help you? -I have a business proposition.

I have a client who'll be inside for a while.

But after he's served his sentence...

It's no fun inside, even if you build muscles...

Get to the point.

My client wishes to be employed in one of your companies.

For that, my client would like a signing bonus and an ample monthly salary.

-Ample? -For life.

-Who's jerking me around? -I represent Sylvester Markell.

Who is currently in police custody for a number of burglaries in the area.

-This meeting's over. -In just a moment.

Have a look at this.

Well, thank you for the conversation. I expect I'll be hearing from you.

-And how the hell will that work? -I don't know.

-I just know I don't want to anymore. -You won't get a fucking penny!

I don't give damn for your money.

-You've met someone else, right? -No.

You stupid fucking bitch. You don't think I get it?

-Who are you fucking? -None of your fucking business!

I knew it!

Yeah, it's me. I've got a fucking mess here.

I need help. You know anyone?

-What are you doing at home? -What?

-What are you doing? -Well, I'm...

-I thought of writing a letter to you. -A letter? Why would you write...?

-Are you leaving...? -No, nothing like that. Not at all.

I have to leave for a few days. There's something I have to do.

You may hear things about me, things that I have done...

-Just know I love you more than ever. -What have you done?

-It's the only thing that means anything. -What have you done?

-It doesn't matter, it'll work out. -Talk to me!

It'll work out, that's all you need to know. Trust me!

I love you more than you can know.

Why do you have your gun with you?

-Thanks for coming so quickly. -No worries.

Are you okay?

Okay? Do you think it looks like I'm okay?

Yes...

-What have you found out? -Our guy inside confirms he'll be moved.

-But doesn't know where, it's classified. -What do I do with that?

-You decide. -No, no...

Solutions, for fuck's sake, solutions! Why do I even pay you?

Hello? Preferably some time before Christmas!

Wait. Wait, sorry.

Let's start again.

-Who knows where he's going? -Only the prosecutor.

-Can you get to him? -It's a she. It'll be difficult.

-For fuck's sake! -Hey! Calm down, okay?

Give me something else.

-Her assistant? -Good. You see, he knows...

Why doesn't he talk. Get hold of her.

-It's a he. -It can be whatever. Just find it!

And find that fucking hard drive!

I don't know anything!

I don't know anything!

Please. Please...

Stop it, please...

Let me be... Just stop, stop. No, no, no, no...

Yes, yes, yes.

No, no...

Anything to tell us?

-Then this is how it'll be. -Stop it...

And now?

No...

Last chance.

No, no, no!

-You're being moved. -Ah, wonderful!

-Where are we going? -A new prison.

Good morning, officers.

Gentlemen, I don't want to appear alarmist...

...but have you noticed that car following us the last 20 kilometres?

-Are you sure of that? -I'm pretty sure, yes.

He's just going the same way.

Well, do you see this?

Sit still and take it easy.

Okay, drive!

-What the hell! -Shit!

Fuck!

Shit!

Jesus, Jesus...!

Fuck, fuck, fuck...!

Shit!

Fuck!

Stop! Stop!

Hard drive.

I'm throwing out my phone.

I'm throwing it out. I'm unlocking it. Just follow the directions.

You'll find the hard drive. Just spare me, I beg you.

Spare me.

It was a typical explosive charge. Powerful...

There was nothing left of the body.

-Did you find those that did it? -No trace at all.

-How clumsy can you be? -Who was clumsy?

-It was meant to be secret! -It was.

It was just as much you. You authorised the transfer. You approved it!

Sorry, it's Pär. I've been trying to reach you, where've you been?

-Hello, this is Karin Hagel. -Sorry, who?

-The curator at Fredriksborg Fortress. -Yes, hello.

Sylvester told me he was being moved. You're the only one who knew where to.

-Unfortunately it's worse than that. -What is it?

It seems that Sylvester has just been killed in a bomb blast.

Hello?

What will I do now?

-Do you have anyone to call? A friend? -No.

I'm very sorry.

What do I do with all his things? With all his storage places?

-His storage places? Did he have several? -You don't put all the eggs in one basket.

I'll be right there. See you soon. Bye.

We have to go to Fredriksborg. It seems Sylvester had several storage places.

Hello?

Find anything?

-What are you doing here? -Arresting a murderer.

Why? What had she done to deserve to die?

-What're you on about? You had a stroke? -Cut it out.

It insults both your and my intelligence. What had she done?

She was screwing behind my back. Fucking bitch.

-That's Stenmark's car. -What's he doing here?

-Wait here. -But...

We don't know who's here. Wait here.

-Walk. Hands above your head. -What...?

Walk! Hands above your head!

Car registration: GDU 537 Owner: Leonard Strandberg

I should've protected her. I'll never forgive myself for not doing so.

She said she was scared of you. I hoped, like an idiot, that she'd left.

Yes, what the hell do you think? Of course it was me.

I loved her. For real.

And with every fibre in my body, I've longed to put a bullet in...

Police, stand still! Stop where you are!

Stand still!

-Put down your gun. -Never.

-I'll shoot her! -Shoot her, then.

Shoot her, you fucking coward! A second later, you'll have a bullet in your skull!

-You're sick in the head! -Next to someone who buried his wife?

-It's over. Put down the gun. -Never!

-It's over. Put down the gun. -Never.

-Put down the gun! -Never!

-Put down the gun! -Never!

-Put down the gun. -You two back out of here. Slowly.

You think I'm stupid enough to believe you'd risk an innocent person's life?

-Do as he says. -Never. Put down the gun.

-Put down the gun! Put down the gun! -Do as he says!

Stop!

Stop!

Get him, get him!

Stay down!

There, there. There you are.

-The ambulance is on its way. -No worries, I've had worse.

-Let's see. -It's just a scratch.

-Take this. -Remember that house search?

The raid in Hökarängen that went pear shaped?

That was no joke. Straight through the ball sack.

Two millimetres from the left ball...

Don't talk so much, okay?

That was something. This is child's play.

I can't get hold of my assistant prosecutor. He doesn't answer when I call.

-And what should I do? -We want to appeal the Strandberg case.

-Strandberg? -The shitty case.

Ah, the missing Strandberg. I'm really curious.

I won't lose this time.

I'll be fine, just fine.

Be seeing you. Bye.

Good work.

This is good...the two of us. We make a good team.

-Nora... -Shall we go? Let's go.

Yeah.

I never felt this bad.

-They were really scary. -Poor you.

I've never drunk alcohol before.

It's one of the things you don't know, that I haven't told you.

For instance, I'm a believer.

I see...

I don't know why I didn't tell you...

Somehow I didn't want you to think I was...

...effeminate.

-Because you're a Christian? -Yes and that I'm...the whole package.

I'm a Christian, a teetotaller and I even fucking think I'm gay as well!

-So, that came out as well. -Yeah...

-Pär? Pär? -Yes.

I like you as you are.

Shit, maybe we should have stayed at Financial.

-Henrik's going to be a dad again. -What?

-He's really old! -He's younger than you.

No, hardly.

I think it's time for a new start.

Let's drink to that.

Cheers...

Ow, careful. Ow! Take it easy!

Ow! What the hell!

Hey...

We're here to bid farewell to Sylvester Markell who has left this life.

Sylvester arrived on this earth 45 years ago

to spread joy and love among men.

Now he's completed his task and returned...