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THE SANDHAMN MURDERS

NADIA - PART 1

Don't move. I'll go and check...

-Hi! -Hi. What are you up to?

-Nothing special. -Nothing special. You're alone, then?

Guess again.

-Fancy meeting up? In the park. -In the park? Now?

Yes. It's...so pretty.

-The park looks pretty? -Yes.

Tor, is something wrong?

No, I'm fine. Missing you, that's all.

-Okay. So when? -Soon. In half an hour?

Does Mum know?

-She's on a course and will be late. -Okay.

-You must promise to tell her. -Sure. See you then.

See you later.

Alexander?

There you are!

-You look so surprised! -Er, yes...

But...

-...you said eight o'clock. -I did?

Yes, in your text.

-What's up? Are you ill? -What? No, no. No.

Okay.

-You've changed your number. -No...

-Yes, you have! -Show me.

What the hell...?

-What is it? -That little brat!

Was it Tor?

It hasn't changed. And yet it has.

I do my best.

-I heard that Vicky came back. -Yes.

And then took off again.

We were wrong from the off, Vicky and I.

But you know, two minuses make a plus...

Tor?

Tor is our plus.

Of course.

-Maybe you'll get back together? -No...

No, that door is closed.

Tor's a big boy now and doesn't need...you know...

He stays with me at the weekends. Which is nice.

-You? -Me? It's been mostly work.

But it's been years since we split up.

Yes. Two years and five months.

-My god. What a fool I was! -Yes.

Have you heard of the Maybe Man?

Johannes was a middle manager at the Foreign Ministry.

He was into bouldering–

–and was writing the next "best-selling thriller".

-And Maybe Man. -Him, too?

Him, too.

-And how long did that last? -Three months.

Then it was Marcel. Foreign Correspondent at Le Monde.

Had three kids with three different women.

Would talk on the phone for an hour with his mum every day!

-Okay, and you... -Three dates.

Then there was Richard.

-I thought you were a workaholic...? -And?

It's not that, it's just there seems to have been quite a few.

Unfortunately you get reminded at times that you have hormones.

It's been ages since I had such a nice bag-in-box wine! What's the vintage?

And the crackers...

-Perfect dryness. -You think so?

If I'd known that I'd have bought something top-notch...

Sweetheart - I'd have accepted fish balls.

I think actually I might have some...

Do any buses go from here or what?

I don't know. Maybe.

Anton, get the nets ready.

Dad...

What the...?

Listen - go up front and get ready to grab the boat. Just don't slip.

Jesus Christ...

-Hi, Nora. -Have you got time?

For you, always. What's up?

Can you check up on what cargo ships–

–were off Sandhamn last night and their destination?

-Cargo ships? -Yes.

Can I have some more details?

-Why? -Which case does this concern?

I have a really fitting nickname for you.

-Is it Terminator? -Terminator? No. Curious George.

Come on. I'll buy you a non-alcoholic drink if you help me.

What, just because I sometimes wonder about my colleagues' consumption of...

-Okay. New nickname. "AlcoCop". -Okay.

-So will you help me? -Of course.

-Thanks. -Listen. When are you coming in?

Er... I don't know. Why?

It's our new boss's first day.

She's gathered everyone up and I'm arranging a welcome coffee.

Now way. Have you bought a Princess Cake, too?

No. I've made a White Lady. Is that embarrassing?

-Pär, it's beyond embarrassing. -Okay. Call me if you need me.

-I always need you. See you! -Thanks.

Ach. It'll be fine.

Don't answer it!

-I just need to see who it is... -It can't be that important.

Don't take it.

Don't take it!

-Alexander...? -Karro...?

A burger. It's one animal. One murder.

And that's...not good.

-No. -Crayfish, on the other hand.

That's different. You have to eat, what, 25 or 30 of them–

–to feel even the slightest bit full, right?

That's 25 or 30 individuals that have to be killed.

We're talking...well, mass murder!

-Yeah. -But that's not all. It gets worse.

Friday evenings on the sofa, white wine...

...and those damn prawns.

We're now up at around 50 to 100 in one bag.

Maybe half of which are pregnant. They have roe!

It's simple maths we're talking here.

Whole villages wiped out. Entire communities!

So you're there, licking your fingers.

But it's genocide! You're a Pol Pot!

Telemark! Hi! Just in time!

No need to sit. You and Peppa Pig are off to Sandhamn–

–where an abandoned sailboat is bobbing about in the channel.

-Exciting. -Not really.

If it wasn't for the fact that it's covered in what's presumably...human blood.

-So? -Sounds more like it...

And it gets better. There are no bodies. Only blood.

The plot thickens. Forensics are already there. You two should be, too.

-Hey, come on. -Coming.

Good! Busy, busy...

One or more, we can't be sure.

If it's one, I can't imagine the person's still alive. It's a good two litres.

No ID papers, no ownership documents of the boat, nothing.

I've sent blood samples for analysis and identified three feet.

Sizes 43, 42 and 38.

-Two men and a woman? -Or two men and the Aspirin Man.

-Who? -Forget it.

Go and talk to the guys who found the boat. No one's done that yet.

-I'll carry on here. -Okay...

The Aspirin Man?

It was an old advert that people found funny.

When I was a kid, I could do a funny impression...

Hi, Nora!

Hi! Hi.

-In a hurry? -Late, as usual.

What are you doing here?

Look-a-birding.

Eh?

Bird watching.

Naturally.

I have to...

-Sure. See you around. -I hope so. Bye.

-Bye. -Bye.

-Now you're no longer a one-club man... -What?

-I mean...it's an open goal. -What are you talking about?

Do something! Go for it!

Keep your nose out of it, Pup!

We saw the boat drifting with its torn sail.

So we lay up alongside it...

-Then? -When I saw what I saw, I called you.

-Can we talk to...? -That's Anton.

He's still very worked up and I'm having trouble settling him.

-I understand. Just a quick word. -Okay.

I'll tread carefully, okay?

Hi, Anton!

What are you doing?

I have shells and snails.

-Snails? -Those snails you can eat.

And those are black slugs.

They're harmless, but people mistake them for Spanish slugs and kill them.

Okay...

Anton...

Can you tell me what you saw when you were at sea with your dad?

Sorry, I don't think he'll understand your Norwegian.

What did you see on the sailboat?

I'm not retarded. I'm just on the spectrum.

[In Swedish] Did you see something on the boat that your dad didn't see?

Are you certain?

Anton, you won't get into trouble if you tell us.

Maybe you saw something your dad didn't see?

-A lot of blood. -I know. Horrible. What did you do?

-Dad called the police. -Right.

-So what did you do then? -I saw...

...something pretty.

Something pretty? That you wanted?

If you found something on the boat, that would be fantastic.

You'd be helping the police find out what happened and...

Who did it.

Exactly.

Good, Anton. Thanks. This really is pretty. Well done.

Why don't you speak Swedish all the time when you obviously can?

[speaks Norwegian again] It takes energy, to keep translating...

And that - you never heard it, okay?

Oh! You made it! Early, even!

-What have you got? -I have found a few ship names...

MS Svenborg, MS Havstor and MS Jenny–

–all based in one of our fair Nordic lands.

Apart from one. MS Cedric.

-Registered in the Bahamas. -Flag of convenience.

When a ship is registered in a low cost country with lax controls.

Like a tax haven.

-Where was it headed? -Tallinn.

-Sounds like a possible candidate. -For what?

Okay, we'll take it later.

Now I feel like some cake. White Princess, was it?

White Lady. Chocolate base, truffle cream and fresh raspberries.

-God, you're so ingratiating. -Wait till you see her!

Listen, if you want me to find stuff out, I need to know why.

-And cocky all of a sudden! -Yes.

Give me a few days. It's a bit sensitive.

-Okay. -And hey...

Do you know a human rights expert?

Yes, I know someone. Come on.

So my job is to support, observe, and above all, listen to you.

Hi! You've joined us!

Pär I've already met. So you must be Nora.

-Yes. -I'm Karoline. Always known as Karro.

You must tell me not if but when I'm being a pain.

If I pick up a scent I can be pretty gung-ho.

I'm like a beaver, you could say. I bite until the crunch.

Badger.

They're the ones that bite.

But that's a myth. They're quite gentle and only bite if they have to.

Okay, only if they have to.

That sounds like a good description of us prosecutors. Thank you, Pär.

As you might know, I come from the Malmö prosecutor's office.

Before that, I was expert advisor on the UN Human Rights council.

-There's your "someone". -And now I'm here. And it feels great!

I think we'll all get on very well.

-Welcome! -Thank you very much. Thanks.

Truffle cream...

-Welcome. Nice to have you here. -Thanks.

It feels good, to be honest.

And what a cake! My God!

Pär's good at cakes. At most things, actually.

-You've worked a lot together, I hear? -He joined me from financial crime.

-I'd like to ask you something. -Go ahead.

You've worked with human rights–

–and I know it's not illegal to hide refugees.

But if you suspect that a refugee's a victim of crime but don't report it...

Then we can't ensure their safety.

If you report it, on the other hand, there's the risk of deportation.

I know this, actually, but one was hoping there'd be a loophole.

"One"?

I know, it's tough.

-Karro, I want to show you something. -We'll talk later.

Hello?

Nadia?

Nadia?

I was doing some research.

You know that the boating set call it the Divorce Ditch?

No. I know little about the Göta Canal and Swedish holiday habits.

But what if that's it?

Two weeks on a boat could turn anyone into an axe murderer.

The man - or woman - has a breakdown–

–kills his or her family, panics, jumps into the sea to swim ashore but drowns.

-Okay, Sherlock... -You're Sherlock, I'm Watson.

Explain this. The boat isn't registered anywhere.

There are no ID cards, no photos, nothing.

And we find traces of blood from three people with no police record.

What kind of holiday do you think they were on?

No. Right.

Theory two. The cufflink that Anton found.

The motif is a general symbol of Corsica–

–but is also used by the Corsican mafia.

If it's not a totally crazy father–

–or mother who's gone bananas with an axe–

–then it has to be the Corsican mafia. It's either the one or the other.

-Thing is, I've checked all options. -Zut alors!

Keep up, now. No hits for the boat. An international request is put out.

Half an hour later, ring ring.

"Stenmark speaking..."

It turns out that the French police are very keen to discuss the case.

-Why? -Something to do with that cufflink.

Whatever! That's not the point!

I have just spent the past 15 minutes in very pleasant conversation–

–with the gendarmerie in Paris.

You just don't get it, do you?

When I was 17...

...I sat on Jim Morrison's tomb, snogging a girl called Juliette.

She had freckles, dry lips, unshaven armpits...

It's still one of the greatest, most beautiful moments of my life.

So maybe you could show some respect that I find this pretty huge.

Grande.

No? Okay.

Oh, well, no finesse. Anyway, they're sending a detective.

ETA Arlanda airport, three hours.

There! So, try to make an effort.

Maybe put on a jacket. What do you say?

-He speaks English, doesn't he? -Qui sait, mon ami? Qui sait?

The captain seems credible. The ship arrived at Tallinn on schedule–

–all the crew are on board and they've just started unloading. Crude oil.

-But what about the containers? -There aren't any.

The ship wasn't built for containers, only oil.

Dig around a bit more.

Nora, I can dig as much as you want. But I need to know what I'm looking for.

Look for missing people of foreign extraction. Or...

...specifically a missing Tunisian woman.

Why must you always...?

-What? -Get yourself in trouble.

I don't know what you mean. Just do as I say.

I don't have time for this. We'll speak later. Bye.

Okay.

-[radio] Good morning. -[Nadia mimics] Good morning.

Pressure over Scandinavia means hot and dry air...

-[Nadia, gibberish] -...is spreading across the country today.

-In the northern Norrland... -[Nadia, indistinct] Across the country.

[Nadia] A downpour is coming...

[Nadia, gibberish]

-The risk of forest and land fires... -[Nadia, gibberish]

...is high or very high in Götaland, Svealand...

[Nadia, gibberish]

Welcome to Sweden, Monsieur Dupois. My name's Stenmark, I'm...the boss.

Michel Dupois.

-You had a nice trip? -Very nice, thank you.

Flying is not what it was.

I remember when I first flew...

Thank you.

I have been boss for many years.

I am glad not to be hunting down flying men.

This is not really Stockholm. It is Nacka, a suburb, so to speak. Ah!

I present to you Forsman.

Dubois.

And he is called...the young pup.