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If anyone forces me to sing Kumbaya
one more time, I'll throw up.

Kumbaya my Lord...

-I think we can sit here.
-Yes.

Don't you want some of this?

-A beer?
-Yes, please.

-Can I have some?
-A beer?

What did you think?

Oh, God...

-It tastes great!
-It's okay.

Hold this.

That's so gross!

THE SANDHAMN MURDERS

ESTHER - PART 1

Remember Tor by the railing
when we went to the toilet?

-No.
-He was spying.

He thought the poops
went straight into the water.

I'd forgotten about that.
That was a special interest.

-How old was he then?
-Ten, perhaps.

Oh, that was a bit...

-Soft-witted?
-Yes.

But he's very intelligent
in all other respects.

-Just like you.
-Exactly.

How would he feel
about us moving in together?

-I think he'd like it.
-Really?

Would you consider that?
Three bedrooms?

-Three bedrooms?
-Yes, a flat.

Sure, absolutely. Maybe.

Hello, hello!

Well, you seem to be enjoying yourself.

I'm on holiday.

-Hello, Munchkin.
-"Hello, Auntie Nora."

Whatever it is you want, Henrik,
the answer is no.

Shame. I have a christening invitation.

-But she's about to start school.
-I know.

But we've had lots to do
with the house and...

And we had no name.
Munchkin won't do.

-Poor you.
-Well, now it's finally happening.

Gisela very much wants to celebrate
the magic emergence of this new life.

I hardly think magic
had much to do with it.

I would really love for you to come.

The children will be there,
Munchkin is their sister.

I just want us all to be together...
on that very special day.

Oh, by the way, our old confirmation
priest will perform the ceremony.

-Arne the Priest? Is he still alive?
-Well, yes.

Come on. Will you be there?

-Hi.
-Hi.

Lumbago.
I think he's started exercising.

-Morning!
-Yep.

You devout, God-fearing Norwegians...

-Tautology.
-What?

Devout is God-fearing.

Listen, Mardie. Calm down or you'll
have to chase shoplifters after lunch.

-What were you saying?
-You and Pup are off to Knappholmen.

Two skeletons in a root cellar...

That sounds like
the beginning of a bad joke.

"Two skeletons and a blind camel
enter a root cellar..."

Anyway. Some half drunk youngsters
found a root cellar–

–in which they made
this macabre discovery.

-How long had they been there?
-No idea.

That's why I'm sending my best people.

The Dynamic Duo -
Ole Bramserud and little Rasmus.

You'll solve this in no time.

The island is owned
by the Church of Sweden.

They've had confirmation camps there
for 50 years.

While you're at it, find out who gets
them all that beer and cinnamon liqueur.

On a desert island. While their parents
think they're studying the Catechism!

It's two men. Quite young.

Found halfway up the stairs,
as if they'd tried to get out, but failed.

The hatch was locked from the outside.
Imagine the anguish.

You wouldn't die from lack of oxygen.

So fluids would be your main problem.

But you can manage for a while
by drinking urine.

The food is the real nail in the coffin.

The first one dies,
and the other one has to decide–

–whether it's worth it
to start chewing on his friend.

Imagine having to make that decision.

We'll never know,
as all the soft tissue is gone–

–if anyone started chewing
on the other one.

How long?

-Twenty-five years. Thirty.
-God...

On the whole, it's a paradise on earth.

Only happy, sun-drenched memories.

Cardamom bun sponge cake.

One of the longest, funniest
cake names I know. And it tastes lovely.

-No, thanks.
-With the exception of one.

Happy memory, I mean.

Thirty years ago,
three young people...

Three?

They sneaked off one night
in a stolen boat.

But unfortunately, they drowned.

-All three of them?
-That was the conclusion.

The bodies were never found.

After that, hardly any camp
has lacked the accompaniment–

–of various ghost stories
around the campfires.

There was no investigation?

Yes, but they got nowhere
without bodies.

-It was investigated as an accident.
-Okay.

The following year, I took over the camp
after Iris and Arne.

They were completely devastated,
naturally.

One of them was their daughter.

I think they got divorced soon after that.
Wait a minute.

All those rumours...
Could there be any truth to them?

As if Jason had stepped off the cinema
screen and into the archipelago?

What can I say? I love horror films.

Here. These are the boys.

Johan and Petter. Both were fifteen.

And there's Esther, the daughter.

She was eighteen.

Can we borrow this?

The likelihood that it's not Johan
and Petter is beyond astronomical.

And nothing implies that they drowned
and were put in there afterwards.

No.

Then there's the daughter. Esther.
Where the hell is she?

Has she also been buried somewhere?

We should search the whole island.

Catch a lift with the others.
I'm going to Sandhamn.

And find the old investigation files.
We'll have to start from the beginning.

Right!

Hi.

Nora?

Hello! Are you hiding?

-No.
-No? Then what's this? Or rather...

-Just how old are you?
-Screw you!

Wait. Do you still have
the children's christening gown?

-It'd be nice if Munchkin could wear it.
-Jesus, I'm sure it's moth-eaten.

-Right. But you'll check anyway?
-Sure, sure...

Thanks.

Yes, that's it.

It says in the old investigation:
"According to the other confirmands–

"–the two missing boys had bragged
about acquiring a false ID-card–

"–and had invited the others to a party
in nearby Sandhamn."

How old are you?
You sound like Lars Levi Læstadius.

I'm well educated.

There, there... A bit further down.

Oh, yes. Go for it...!

-Like this?
-Yes. Go on, please.

One of their motorboats
was found capsized in the channel–

–on the day after the disappearance.

The report.

-All three were later declared dead.
-Three?

Yes, the two boys and Esther,
the daughter of the priest and his wife.

It then gets written off
as a drowning incident.

Wait a minute...

"Dental records confirm:
Petter Jansberg and Johan Hedkvist.

"Cause of death:
Indeterminable due to decomposition.

"Were most likely alive when locked in,
given the position of the bodies.

"Significant anomalies on craniums."

-Anomalies?
-One had his temple crushed.

And the other had a major injury
in the back of his head.

Nothing found in the root cellar
could have caused the injuries.

So someone struck the boys in the head
and threw them in the root cellar.

Possibly thinking
they were already dead.

Well, it's the classic question: Who?

Could it be Jason, after all?

All properties on the island
are owned by the Church of Sweden.

The camp was the only event there
at the time.

Unless someone arrived there by boat,
wanting to kill teenagers...

...and then just disappeared.

Then everything indicates
that the guilty party...

...is in this photo.

KNAPPHOLMEN CONFIRMATION CAMP

I'll make sure
that the whole confirmation class–

–and youth workers, get questioned.

-You concentrate on the priest couple.
-Now divorced.

He is Arne the Priest on Djurö and
she runs a women's shelter on Runmarö.

Wait a minute...

This looks... It looks like...

Our dear favourite prosecutor, Nora Linde.

Apparently born Johansson.

Well, I'll be damned. Look!

-What does that mean?
-That remains to be seen.

Oh, give me a break, for fuck's sake!
Can you stop bothering me?

The gown is in the basement.
Get it yourself. Bye.

-Is your phone still turned off?
-Yes.

-So you haven't spoken to the police?
-No. About what?

They want to talk
to all Knappholmen '92 confirmands.

-Why?
-They found Johan and Petter.

-What about Esther?
-No Esther.

-I don't get it. They should have...
-I don't know any more than that.

I only know that we have to go to Nacka
and tell the police all we can remember.

You and I and Gisela.

All three of us.

What do we do?

Hello?

You go.

Yes?

We're from the police.
We'd like to talk to the priest.

I apologise, I didn't hear you come.

We were going through
a list of hymns.

How can I help you?

We have found the remains
of Petter Jansberg and Johan Hedkvist–

–in a root cellar on Knappholmen.

No, not your daughter.

Or perhaps it would have been better
if you had found her too.

A dark root cellar...

That sounds appallingly macabre.

-Can we sit down?
-Yes, this way.

I know it's been a long time–

–but can you recall anything unusual
that caught your attention?

It could have been anything.
Arguments...

...scheming, jealousy...?

Any small detail
could turn out to be crucial.

The weeks on Knappholmen
were always the highlight of the year.

Iris and Esther looked forward to it
just as much as I did.

Could I have some attention, please?

-Welcome to Knappholmen.
-What the hell is your problem, idiot?

-Mind your language.
-Certainly.

As I was saying - welcome!
Let's start with a roll call.

-Linda?
-Here.

-Camilla?
-Here.

-Kristian? Sandra? Emma?
-Here.

-Sara? Markus? Erik?
-Here.

-Simon? And Elin?
-Here.

And little Gisela?

-There's Gisela.
-Yes.

-And there are the Katzenjammer Kids.
-Johan and Petter.

And these are our three youth workers:

Nora and Henrik,
who have taken this course–

–and Esther, who is our daughter.

This is our tenth year of confirmation
camps out here on Knappholmen.

But it's the first time
we're joined by a theology student.

-Josef, youth pastor.
-Hello.

Josef is here to discuss with
and inspire you.

-It's part of his preparation.
-Procreation?

Procreation is an important part of life,
but you're not quite there yet, are you?

Well, let's finish here
and start carrying up our bags...

-You never called.
-Neither did you.

I suppose I was young and stupid.

-And what are you now?
-Still young.

But clever.

Well, that's good.

...and it's very important
to be punctual for meals.

There are, of course, separate
sleeping cabins for boys and girls.

There'll be a variety
of fun evening activities–

–such as stickball and film viewing.
Then it's good night.

-Do you believe in God?
-Excuse me, what?

I was just wondering...

...if you believe in God?

No... Well, I'm into science.

-Time for worship.
-At last!

There was no sign
of any forthcoming tragedy.

Just lots of laughter and warmth.

Then suddenly, they were gone.

How did people react?

I remember that the youth pastor, Josef,
took it very hard.

He was very upset.

How about your wife?

There is no right or wrong
when it comes to grief.

We must all find our own way.

And in our case...as it turned out–

–we had to go separate ways.

Unless there was something else,
I have a service to conduct.

No, I think we...
If anything turns up, we'll be in touch.

Just one thing...

Does this mean
that my daughter could be alive?

That's...impossible to say, I'm afraid.

But we'll be in touch.

Then, when will you be able
to give time to your soul?

Because your soul needs a living space.

And in our lives...

You did a terrible job
with the investigation back then.

I was still in school, and my colleague
was barely a twinkle in his father's eye.

Do you know what it feels like
to lose a child?

Not in that way.

Iris, I can't find Johan or Petter.
They haven't slept in their beds.

-So they slept in the boat house.
-Esther is gone too.

-Gone?
-She hasn't slept in her bed either.

-How do you know?
-I went to wake her up.

Esther knows every corner
of this island. She can't be gone.

-But no one has seen them.
-Have you been drinking, Josef?

What? No.

Group A, search the northern part,
around the belfry.

Group B, search the eastern part,
along the shore.

And group C,
search around the sleeping cabins.

Okay, let's go!

Are you alright?
We'll find her, don't worry.

We've done what we could.
Line search, group search–

–but we've found nothing.
I don't know what...

-We'll continue the search.
-Thank you.

-So none of you saw anything?
-No.

This is what we'll do:
we'll talk to each one of you later.

-But if you recall anything...
-"Recall"?

If you remember anything,
then just tell us.

What if you don't find them?

We'll do all that we can
to try and find your friends.

Did anyone see them last night?

Greasy-la...

Here! We need help!

No, no...

No... No, No!

Esther, Esther...!

Can you think of anyone who might
have wanted to hurt those boys?

Those punks
could have made enemies anywhere.

They certainly weren't angels.

Of course, it wasn't their own choice
to come to the island.

The tradition is still very important
for many parents.

They sent their trashy kids there
and left us to take care of them.

Could you tell us about Josef?

Problem child.

He dropped out of his theology class
soon after the incident.

Alcohol problems. Fragile.

Aimless. Had he been a wolf,
the pack would have expelled him.

Harsh words.

Yes, I'm too old for sugarcoating things.

Apparently, he lives on a boat
somewhere in the archipelago.

I suppose he makes a living
doing odd jobs.

You haven't asked us what we think
the chances are of Esther being alive.

I know she isn't.

Esther was taken from me, and I learned
to accept that a long time ago.

HORRIFIC FINDINGS
ON CHURCH ISLAND

THIS BIBLE BELONGS TO
Esther Isaksson

Are you completely sure?

Yes.

But...we only did it once.

-Do you want to do it again?
-Esther...

This is serious, don't you see?

I don't think it's a sin, Josef.

Your parents will kill me.

-Where is Stenmark?
-In an interview.

Knappholmen, 1992.

-Are they a blur?
-What?

-Your memories.
-No, they're crystal clear.

It was a very special summer for me.

Many strong feelings.

It was the first time
I met my future husband.

Our confirmation priest will be
christening our daughter on Saturday.

-Just so you know.
-How nice.

Josef, the youth pastor,
do you remember him?

-What can you tell me about him?
-What can I say? Strange. A weirdo.

I think he was a bit infatuated with me.

But then they all were.

But he seemed to be the one
most upset about the accident.

That has now turned into
a murder investigation.

Just so you realise
the seriousness of this.

Is your 1992 statement correct,
or would you like to change anything?

Darling, how would I remember
what I said thirty years ago?

But you just told me
that your memories... Never mind.

According to your statement,
it was beddy-byes for you at...

-"Beddy-byes"?
-You went to get your beauty sleep.

"Beauty"?

You went to bed early.

You yourself said "beddy-byes"...

You noticed nothing.

-Well, no...that's not correct.
-Is that so?

-That's not true.
-So, what happened?

Everything was, in fact,
about Henrik Linde.

-Henrik?
-Yes?

I don't get it.

-What don't you get?
-Well...

When God created earth,
there was nothing. Not even a bush.

He hadn't been watering. But then...

-What do you want to know?
-Where were the dinosaurs?

-Do you like being away from home?
-Yes, it's fine.

I don't have a problem with it.
I was in France last summer. Biarritz.

-All by yourself?
-No.

But I...walked alone quite a lot.

So you haven't been away from home
much before?

No, maybe not.

I had a boyfriend before.
That's over now.

Okay...

-He was a bad kisser.
-Oh, dear.

-I'm not.
-You're not?

-Promise.
-I believe you.

Close your eyes.

I knew there and then
that we were meant for each other.

Too bad it had to take him 27 years
to catch on.

But then, in 1992, he didn't know yet?

No, but... I think he felt guilty.

He thought I was too young.

But we had our moments,
no doubt about that.

-Little dalliances?
-What?

-Did you have sexual relations?
-What does that have to with anything?

No. We weren't allowed,
he was a youth worker.

Also, I'll have you know
that Nora stuck to him like glue.

-She never left him alone.
-Poor guy.

What I'm wondering is if you saw
any people on this specific evening–

–before the disappearance?

Yes, I saw some...people.

Really? Where, who, when?

Listen...

Henrik and I had decided to meet
after everyone had gone to bed.

But...he never turned up.

Thank you.

That was terribly...

It was terribly traumatic.

-Who were the people you saw?
-I told you.

I saw Henrik...and Nora...

Sure, and that
From Here to Eternity scene.

-I meant the others...
-You don't understand. I was fourteen.

And I had my heart broken completely.
Completely!

-Who did you see?
-Why, Johan and Petter!

-Nobody else?
-No.

-Not Esther?
-Absolutely not.

-Are you completely sure?
-Of course I am.

I'm as sure as I am...

...about that spot on your shirt.

Right, that's...

Well, alright.

Darling?

You know that you're mine,
and mine alone, don't you?

Yeah, yeah... Hell, yeah.

How nice.

What did you eat last night?

Exactly! We don't even remember that.

So how the hell can we trust–

–what anyone says happened
thirty years ago?

-Pasta, garlic, chilli...
-Don't ruin my theory now, Birk.

The only person
who's contributed anything–

–even close to interesting
is our dear Gisela.

She apparently saw the two boys
on the night in question.

Ms Linde, the prosecutor, and her
ex-husband, Dr Linde, are on their way.

Hopefully, they'll shed light
on some of our questions.

-Nacka police station.
-Nora Linde.

-You start.
-No, go on.

It doesn't matter.
What were you going to say?

Oh...I don't know.

-Hi!
-Hello.

Hello.

Are you having a party?

-Hello... Hi.
-Hello.

Okay, next man in line.

Let's do you two at the same time.

The two of you were sound asleep
in separate cabins–

–according to this 1992 statement–

–and there are no witnesses.

Is that right, so far?

Yes, absolutely.

Nora, do you have anything to add?

No, I...I think that's...

I'd like to interrupt
and tell you that we have a witness–

–who saw the two of you
on the beach at that time.

Not asleep in your beds.

Yes, we were on the beach.

And we had wine and broke every rule.

We felt so embarrassed that we
concocted a story the morning after.

Extremely stupid.
Shameful. Unjustifiable.

Well, what am I supposed to say?
It can't be undone.

-No...
-No.

Have you got anything to drink?
Maybe some BCAA or...?

Let's concentrate on
what you actually did that night–

–and see to
your fluid balance afterwards.

-Hello.
-Hello. Is that communion wine?

No, silly. Josef has
a stack of these in our wardrobe.

-Josef?
-I caught him red-handed.

They're for calming his nerves.
He gave me one to shut me up.

-Share it?
-Love to.

Come out, then.

-It tastes rather sour.
-Maybe you're not used to cheap wine.

-What do you mean?
-You know...

Lives on posh Lidingö,
summer house in Sandhamn...

That's just prejudiced. You can be
born with a silver spoon in your mouth–

–and still be normal, like me.

You're not a "normal person", Nora.
You're an epiphany.

Who are they?

Should we get Arne the Priest?

No, it's fine. Don't you remember
when we nicked a boat at our camp?

No, I don't remember that. That must
have been with some other guy.

Okay, okay, I'm not exactly proud of
the fact that we didn't say anything.

And when the boat was found...?

That was awful.

-How many people were in the boat?
-We think three.

-Yes, three.
-Another witness says two.

-Who?
-Your wife.

Gisela? Was Gisela there?

Did you know about this?

No, I didn't,
but Gisela was a bit jealous–

–so it's possible
that she spied on us.

-Spied?
-Yes, spied. She was fourteen.

-Perhaps you encouraged her?
-No.

-Then why would she be bush crawling?
-"Bush crawling"?

-Just a minute...
-Gisela said your relationship was close.

-Close?
-Why is that relevant?

-Apart from it being illegal, you mean?
-It's time-barred.

Tell you what, that's enough for me.
I have other things to do.

-Or am I under suspicion of anything?
-No, only of fudging a 1992 statement.

Great. Good-bye.

Well, if you think of anything else,
just call us.

Absolutely.

So Gisela saw two people in the boat,
but Nora and Henrik saw three?

Isn't this starting
to resemble Cluedo a lot?

This just leaves Colonel Mustard.

Josef, the youth pastor.

Where the hell is he?

Well, we don't have his address.

But he has quite a criminal record.

Possession, drunkenness, harassment–

–violence against an officer
and three public urinations.

Okay.

May I come in?