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-I will catch a grenade for you. -Something has happened to her, Jörgen!

-Olivia! -She has run away before.

Throw a bomb. Take someone hostage. Maybe then they'll listen.

-Well... Maybe see you around. -Yeah. I hope so.

Legs work hard when the brain doesn't.

Or what's between your legs.

You should be extremely grateful–

–for the fact I even spend one second on your case.

It's you and me, Nathalie. And I will catch a grenade for you.

Move a finger and I'll blow your head open!

THE SANDHAMN MURDERS

OLIVIA - PART 2

We interrupt for breaking news about the hostage drama–

–at Hagsätra School in south Stockholm.

30 young people at a handball camp are held hostage by an armed person.

Shots have been fired inside the hall–

–but we don't know whether anyone has been wounded.

What's going on?

Something's happened at the camp. I'm going there.

Has something happened to Tor?

Hey!

-Is Tor okay? -I don't know. I'm going there now.

-Shit, Alex. -I'll call as soon as I know anything.

-What's happened? -I'll call you.

What has happened?

They've been taken hostage.

I'm coming with you.

Fuck's sake!

Tor!

-Wait... -Tor!

Alexander! Easy!

Where is he? Where?!

-Easy now. Calm down. -No...?

It'll be okay.

-Yes? -What the hell's happening?

-I'll start shooting at 11! Don't you get it? -Easy now.

We do want to help you, but we need more time.

If you put down your gun and come out, we can talk.

Don't you get it? I mean it! I will shoot someone!

Hello?

-Where's the armed unit? -On their way, with a negotiator.

-Are they talking to you? -It's just one person.

-What does he want? -She.

She wants to talk to the justice minister or the chief of police–

–or she'll start shooting one hostage every hour on the hour.

-Alexander! -They'll be here any minute now.

-You can't come in here. -I've got to see my husband!

-You can't come in. -Let me talk to him!

-Back off, please. -Where is he?

This is your fault. It's your fucking fault!

-You wanted him at this damn camp! -Calm down, Vicky.

-You shouldn't be here. -It's your fault!

You need to calm down. Stay behind the cordon!

-See to it she stays there. -If anything happens to him...

I'll sort this.

Where are they?

-How far away are you? -What the hell...?

No, no, no!

Don't try to be the hero now!

-Hi Pär. -I still can't believe he's dead.

I know. It's awful.

-Do you have any news? -Yes, and no. No word from Olivia.

But it turns out that Sebastian and Olivia have the same lawyer.

Johanna Fagenberg.

Okay. Listen, I'll come into town.

Olivia here. Leave a message.

Please answer...

I've done something stupid.

I just want you to be here, with me.

I can't cope anymore.

Single armed perpetrator. Shots have been fired.

Threat of execution at 1100 hours. I repeat, at 1100 hours.

Prepare to go in.

8 minutes to go.

-Okay. Status? -We've got a colleague in there.

His boy is one of the hostages.

You heard him. Let's go!

What are you doing?

You can't go in like that! There are children in there!

-Back off! -There are children in there!

Back off!

-Hello? What's going on? -Get down!

On the floor!

-Just get down! -Sure, no worries.

-Lie down! -Take it easy!

Easy now.

I was looking at some pipes in the basement.

There's a problem with the hot water.

Us janitors need to fix things. It's our lot in life.

I was wondering why this place suddenly went so quiet.

Now I know.

-That's no toy. -Stand still!

The real thing.

Heavy stuff. Is it your dad's?

So what? Just stand still!

-Your uncle's or granddad's? -Who cares?

-It's my granddad's. Stop walking! -Your granddad's...

Did you saw off the barrel yourself? That's smart.

Really smart. Then you can hide it under your jacket, but...

You know, it leads to another problem.

You have to get very close up to have any effect.

If you shoot from that distance–

–then you'd... I don't know...

You'd give me bruises and graze my cheek. That's about it.

I'm putting my hands in my pockets and will come closer.

I'll stop when we are as close as we need to be.

Tango in position.

Stand by.

A bit nearer. Here's good.

Here.

Do you know what happens if you shoot now?

My head will explode in a cloud of blood, bone fragments and brain tissue.

Like dropping a water melon from a telecoms tower!

Quite a sight, really.

A fascinating fact is that it takes a while before your heart realises–

–that your head is gone, so it goes on pumping.

Pumping blood out of the neck.

You're going to be so surprised by how strong the pressure is!

It's insane! And then my legs collapse–

–and I fall down like a sack.

Is that what you want?

View of perpetrator blocked. Seems deliberate.

I can't get a clear shot from here. I'll move.

Look lively!

Enter in 60 seconds.

I've tried.

I've tried! I've tried...

No one listens to me.

I didn't know what to do.

I didn't want this to happen.

-I didn't want this. -Okay.

I'm sorry!

It's okay. If you put down the gun, it'll all be okay.

No harm done. I promise you.

Delta, report.

Delta soon in position.

If you put down the gun now, all this will go away.

I promise that I will help you. Just lower the gun.

Just put it down.

Tango in position.

I've got a clear line of sight.

Delta in position.

We're going in.

I know you don't want to do this.

I can see it on your eyes. You've got kind eyes.

I can tell.

Just put it down.

No! No! No!

Get an ambulance!

Everybody out! Out!

Come on, Anton! Hurry!

Don't be scared. Come one!

Get an ambulance!

Tor! Look for a first aid kit!

Olivia Thorén!

You've got to find her...

Find her.

Ambulance!

-More, give me more! -We'll take it from here.

I'll take care of it now.

I'm going to give you some oxygen.

Let's get out of here.

-What happened? -She was ready to give up...

...when those paintball muppets scared her to death. Literally.

Tor! Hi!

Are you coming with us?

We're in the ambulance. The doors are closing.

We'll take you to the hospital.

Come on.

Fagenberg is the legal guardian of both Sebastian and Olivia.

Exactly. She's not in her office, so we'll pay her a visit.

Let's take a look.

No! Don't go!

Please stay! Come back!

Shit!

What do you want?

Answer me!

No, don't go! Please don't go!

It's looking good. She'll survive.

Hi. How are you?

-I just heard. -What's the name of that runaway girl?

Pär's relative.

-The one that ran away with Sebastian. -Olivia Thorén.

-Why do you ask? -Can we meet at the station in 30?

Of course. Bye.

Ah, here he is.

-Can you change my spark plugs? -Shut it.

If you play John Wayne again–

–I'll promote you and chain you to a desk for the rest of your life. Understood?

Are you done? I've got this crazy idea that we could do some police work.

-It's all about Olivia Thorén. -Two youths run away from a home.

Alexander finds one of them and takes him back to the home - Sebastian.

Sebastian is later found dead of an OD in a public toilet, after he's been to court.

The other runaway is Olivia Thorén. She's still missing.

Nathalie's last words were, "Find Olivia Thorén."

-Who is Nathalie? -She's the hostage taker from...

Thanks, Sherlock. I know, but who is she?

Chaotic childhood. Drugs.

She's at the same young offender home.

She was here.

-What? -She wanted to report Olivia as missing.

Maybe I didn't take her quite seriously.

I didn't, so she got angry and ran off.

And she... Nathalie and Olivia are together, they're a couple.

She was worried that Olivia had been kidnapped.

I'm such an idiot. I should...

Don't worry. Not your fault.

Okay. Tomorrow we'll turn that home inside out. It seems...

Tomorrow? What if she's been kidnapped?

-Or lying dead with a syringe in her arm. -The sky might fall in.

Vicky has called a thousand times. Tor, your son, needs you.

After what happened today, you should be with Tor.

That's an order.

A shower might be in order.

One odd coincidence is that Sebastian and Olivia had the same lawyer.

Johanna Fagenberg.

-Where have you been? -At the hospital.

With someone who'd shoot 30 kids instead of taking care of your son!

You were there to take care of him.

He wants to talk to you! I wasn't even in there.

I will talk to him. Of course I will.

-I've got to do my job. -Your job!

I've had it up to here with your job! Your job is to take care of your son!

-He's sitting in there, paralysed! -Are you telling me how to be a parent?!

Shit!

We're moving out.

We?

Not you and I. Tor and I.

He's upstairs packing.

-He's going to live with you? -Yes.

He's old enough to choose for himself.

You're free now. Free to live with anyone you choose.

Even if you can't be honest with me, be honest with yourself.

Hi, son.

Are you moving out?

It's just that I don't want to lose Mum again.

You wouldn't lose her if you lived here.

Yeah, but you'll always be here.

You're the kind of person who stays, but Mum you've got to...

...hold onto.

Give this to that girl with the gun.

I hope someone will help her.

According to statistics, around 70% use some kind of drugs.

Society has failed.

-How do they get the drugs? -I asked my client.

He said it's like buying food at the supermarket.

Staff are aware of the problem but turn a blind eye.

In some cases, actual staff members are supplying the drugs.

It's a tragedy for everyone involved.

My client had his whole life ahead of him.

He was an ordinary young man...

Did you sleep well? Christ...

-Now what? -They're here again.

I don't know what to tell them. I can't take this any longer.

-Calm down. Who is there? -The police. I don't know what to say!

-I can't take it any more! -Just don't say anything.

Just repeat what you've said before: You don't know anything.

Young people run away sometimes.

Sometimes they OD.

-Okay. I'll try. -No! You don't try!

-Do as I tell you! Understood? -Yes.

Soon there'll be nothing that ties us to any of this.

These youths you're asking about–

–they belong to the same gang.

They can be, pardon my French, bloody difficult.

-Sebastian is one of the worst. -Was. He is dead.

What's your relationship with Johanna Fagenberg?

Johanna Fagenberg is Olivia's lawyer.

-And Sebastian's lawyer. -Yes.

Does she know Olivia is missing?

I don't know... I think so.

You think so?

What's the deal with this home?

Girls disappearing left and right.

Drugs...

It doesn't look very good.

Are you some kind of pimp?

No. That's enough.

What I'm trying to do is to look after everyone's interests.

Johanna was the family lawyer, and...

...Olivia's parents died in a boating accident a few years back.

And?

Yeah...and...

Why are you asking me? You should talk to Johanna.

If she knew I was talking to you here, she'd get so...

-Right, we'll bring him in. -No, I...

Johanna...

She has already embezzled most of Olivia's inheritance.

Now that Olivia is coming of age, she needs to get her authorisation.

-Where is Olivia? -I don't know.

You see, I...

I swear. I don't know where she is.

But if I were you, I'd have a look in Johanna's house.

Pär, we're crossing by boat. Take my car and meet me there.

Go with him. Get an ambulance and police backup to Fagenberg's house!

Yes.

Olivia!

Nathalie! Down here! Nathalie, I'm down here!

Olivia!

Nathalie!

I'm here! Nathalie!

Nathalie! Answer me! I'm down here!

Nathalie! I'm in here!

Down here!

-You came! -Of course I did.

I knew you'd be here!

-Are you okay? -I am now.

-Where's the bitch? -Upstairs. Unconscious.

-How come? -I knocked her out.

For real? You're insane!

-I've missed you so much. -And me you.

-You've got to get the key. -Okay.

It'll be upstairs. She's probably got it on her.

Nathalie?

What's going on?

Why don't you answer? Nathalie, answer me!

What's going on?

Nathalie! Wake up!

Wake up! What's happened?

Nathalie, wake up!

Wake up, for Christ's sake!

Wake up! What's happened?

Don't go to sleep!

Help me!

I'm police. Wait here, Nora.

I need help!

Wake up!

Police!

Help me!

Please...

Help her!

All clear! They're coming.

Please help her!

-What's happened? -I don't know. She's been poisoned.

-What poison? -I don't know.

-She's going to die! -Come with me.

-No! -Come on.

-No! -You need to let us help her.

You need to let them help her.

-How did it go? -What a bloody witch.

Humle told her about the inheritance.

The plan was to keep Olivia captive, break her down–

–and make her sign a power of attorney.

Then she could continue to administer the funds.

Insane. Proper medieval methods...

Awful.

They're blaming one another. We'll see what the court says.

-Did you get it? -Of course.

Over here!

I need help to carry.

Oh, that's... So you've also bought a cake.

Careful now.

Got it? Are you sure?

Shit!

The inside's okay. And we can...

There.

This bit here you can...

It's okay. We'll take this one instead.

We'd like to give you a big cheer On this your eighteenth year

This is for you, yes, this is for you Congratulations!

A lovely cake I guess is fine But I've got this on my mind:

I want a Jäger, I want a Jäger...

An alternative verse...

Olivia, happy eighteenth birthday!

Thanks!

-For the birthday girl. -I'm a vegan.

Okay. So you get it.

Oh, so am I. Sorry.

What a pity! Good thing we didn't pick the big one.

I wouldn't mind a slice. If no one else wants any.

Then you get...the rose.

Deluxe.

-So what happens now? -Eh?

-Are you going on holiday now? -Who?

You and your family.

I suppose so. It's a bit unclear.

-And your family? -It's just me.

Aren't you with...Jesper?

Jonas. No, we...

-Would you like a piece? -I'm lactose intolerant.

-I'm not a big fan of marzipan. -Of course not.