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It was almost exactly 30 years ago that three young people stole a boat–

–which unfortunately ended with them drowning.

They want to talk to all Knappholmen '92 confirmands.

-They found Johan and Petter. -What about Esther?

Could my daughter be alive?

According to Gisela, you had a close relationship.

-Close? -What has that got to do with it?

-Would you consider a three-room flat? -Maybe.

-Could you tell us about Josef? -Problem child.

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

Can I come in?

THE SANDHAMN MURDERS

ESTHER - PART 2

Take care. Bye.

So you were doing us both at the same time?

Doing and doing... Surely you know that Gisela had a crush on me?

-She wasn't past the age of consent. -True, but she was...

...very precocious.

Give me a break. Will you answer the question?

-It was a flirt, nothing else. -Disgusting.

Get a grip, it's been thirty years.

Yes, but you're the father of my children.

Exactly. In other words, I chose you. Congratulations!

Hello, there!

-Have you finished? -Charming.

He's a pain in the ass, old Redbeard.

Can we count on you on Saturday, Nora?

-What's with her? -Er...

I forgot something. Just wait here. One second.

Hello.

Is everything alright?

What's the first thing God says to man after He has created him?

Oh... I have no idea, actually.

-That we should sleep with each other. -I see.

I don't exactly mind that.

Word for word: "Be fruitful and multiply."

He doesn't set up any rules about first joining in holy matrimony.

I haven't read the Bible that much.

-In other words: Sleep with each other. -Okay...

He obviously likes sex. In the Corinthians it says:

"Let a man bestow to his woman his love owed, and the woman to her man."

The man decides over his woman's body and the woman over her man's.

"Do not deprive one another, except for a time, to devote yourselves to prayer."

That's what it literally reads?

Sleep with each other if you like each other, but don't forget God.

Isn't that what He says?

Your dad also says: "To have sex before marriage is..."

"...to say 'yes' with your body, but 'no' with your soul." I know.

That's what he says. But what's right?

And what does he do?

-What do you mean? -Nothing.

But is it really that wrong?

To say "yes" with your body, I mean.

I think you should be able to do some test driving, don't you?

Are you alright?

Could she have been pregnant, you mean?

Well, that never occurred to me then.

I thought perhaps she felt guilty. Or didn't fancy the wiener.

Right.

I thought she had a thing with some guy in the class–

–in the same way that I had with Gisela, and felt embarrassed.

That's what I came to say.

-Take care. -Thanks.

Yes?

-Hi, honey. How about Järla lake? -What's there?

A three bedroom flat with a terrace and mooring. How about that?

-Do you have time for a viewing? -Do you mean now?

-In 15 minutes. -Okay.

I just have to go out for while and do this...thing.

How hard is it to find an alkie priest in the archipelago–

–with the same name as Jesus's stepdad?

-Where was he going? -Booty call.

I dig you. Don't let them tell you otherwise.

VIEWING

-Hello, welcome. Brochure? -Thanks.

I'll answer any questions.

Hello!

-Isn't it lovely? -Amazing.

Listen...

Okay?

MOVE NOW OR I'LL CALL THE POLICE. IDIOT!

-Hello? -Hi. Am I interrupting you?

What? No, it's fine.

-Are you sure? -Yes. Why are you calling?

Because I want to apologise.

-For what? -For my behaviour today.

I'm ashamed.

It got very private.

It's just too much right now.

It feels like...

...I'm the crazy one and Henrik is normal.

-But isn't it the other way around? -Yes. I mean, of course.

I'm not in a very good place right now.

It's as if I get misinterpreted all the time.

Everyone seems to think I'm bitter and pathetic.

Well, I don't.

No. Maybe that's why I called you.

Because...it feels as if you know who I am.

I think we're both big enough to realise that life can be quite difficult.

It is quite difficult right now.

Nora...are you sad?

Would you mind coming out here for a while?

Sure. Absolutely.

Okay. See you soon.

-Alright. -Bye.

I was actually a hell of a volleyball player in school.

It's true.

It was Anette Hallenberg and I, we were the best.

So we always got to pick the team.

We picked them out one at a time, always the same people.

Anna P. was the second choice, Anna L. the third.

Then Monica, Linda, Malin and Tina, as she was really tall.

And then, finally, there she stood.

Annika. Alone, unwanted.

Self-conscious. Even if she knew how it would go.

I suppose she hoped...

...that for once she'd be picked second to last...

...instead of last. But that never happened.

And it's not until now that I...

...fully understand how she must have felt.

Everyone goes home.

Home to their lives and contexts, to their loved ones.

To their teams.

Annika is the CEO of a medium-sized, very successful company today.

She has three children, a loving husband–

–and a big, fat house...

...with an amazing sea view.

Suddenly, the shoe is on the other foot.

Your house is alright too.

And you've been chosen several times.

I have, but never by the right person.

Then there's this little thing that I've never chosen anyone–

–but I've just waited for someone to choose me.

So, choose someone.

-Too late. -Are you sure?

Yes. I'm getting more certain with each passing day.

About the volleyball...

If I'd made my pick and then felt I'd made a mistake...

-...could I change it? -No.

What if I got my mum to write a note to the teacher–

–about how I was temporarily confused during the moment of choice...?

-Our PE teacher was very strict. -I see.

Yes?

Okay.

Okay.

Iris is dead. Murdered.

Found an hour ago. Dead for 2-3 hours. Strangled with a thick rope.

Severe defensive wounds on face, arms and chest.

Hello.

Was she from Estonia?

Yes, Tallinn. Came here as a teenager.

Reverted to her maiden name after the divorce. Iris Seppa.

Has anyone spoken to the other...patients?

Or what do you call them - guests?

Yes, two colleagues are doing it now.

But it's a bit...sensitive.

Most of them have fled from that type of violence.

So far, no one has seen anything.

Look.

-What time is that? -5.30 pm.

That's consistent with the estimated time of...

Arne, Arne, what have you done?

Are you watching?

-Can you zoom in? -Yes.

-What's the time now? -Half an hour later.

Well... Now we have a proper mess.

It wasn't the grief of losing Esther that tore us apart.

That was just...

...a suitable excuse for hiding the shameful truth.

My...sexual orientation disgusted Iris–

–in a way that is very difficult to come to terms with.

It is indeed...

...bizarrely ironic that she could be capable of this–

–considering her current profession.

I went to see her to talk about the boys who were found...

...and of the rekindled hope that Esther could possibly be alive.

I always had the feeling that Iris knew more than she would admit.

She lost her composure.

It's happened countless times before.

Only the most cowardly man would raise his hand against a woman.

So through the years, I've had the habit of cowering–

–and taking the blows until she calmed down.

Reporting it was out of the question.

I felt too ashamed.

This time, for some reason, I'd had enough. I hit back.

Once. Then I hurried away.

I assume that's why you're here. That she reported me?

She's not capable of reporting.

-She is dead. Murdered. -Oh, Lord.

You were one of the last people to see her alive.

-Am I a suspect? -Yes.

What do you know about Josef?

-What? -Josef.

Do you think he...?

He contacted me a few days ago.

He wanted to talk about Iris and the boys.

I hadn't seen him for years.

-Do you know where he is? -He lives on his boat by the mainland.

I see. Do you know the name of the boat?

Josef?

Josef?

-Have we been replaced? -Speak softly. Let the grown-ups work.

-Did you find Josef? -No.

"Domiiniklaste Püha Kaija Kloostri Klausuur."

-I presume she's a translator. -Clever.

Ever thought of becoming a policeman?

You see, we found a hidden treasure in Iris's home.

Have you translated some of it? Please, read it.

"Mum, sorry for not having written in a while–

"–but know that I think of you and Dad all the time.

"You are always with me.

"I hope this will be over one day and that we meet again.

"It was terribly upsetting to hear about the death of Josef–

"–but thankfully, Auntie gave me comfort and solace."

Thanks, that's enough. I've heard eighteen of them.

As it turns out, Esther is alive and Iris knew about it all along.

And she lied to her about Josef killing himself.

This is a convent just outside Tallinn. One of Estonia's oldest buildings.

We already knew.

You and Rikki-Tikki-Tavi here will be on a plane to Tallinn in 150 minutes.

No moaning, catch your forty winks on the plane.

You have two assignments:

Piece together the mystery behind the death of the boys.

I assume you'll find Esther and that she can be of help.

And most importantly...

A bottle of Vana Tallinn. V-a-n-a.

Read the label carefully. It has to be the 50% version.

I make a dazzling Baltic Margarita that I'll treat you to.

Provided that you complete assignment one and two.

Yes, you can also have one.

You've certainly contributed too.

What's "lumbago" in Estonian?

Hello. Forsman.

-Hello! -Hello.

Mart Leppik.

This is Alexander Forsman and his colleague from the Swedish police.

They have a few questions, if that's alright?

Absolutely.

Thank you.

Bye.

Stop! Stop!

I'm not the one who killed Iris.

Then why did you run?

For thirty years, I've wondered what really happened that night.

Why would Esther get into a boat in the middle of the night with two brats?

Only hours before, she'd told me that she was pregnant with our child.

We really had tried to live in a chaste relationship.

My dad wasn't very judgemental–

–but Mum didn't like physical contact.

She was warm and kind, but sexually inhibited–

–so she would condemn.

Esther wanted us to elope–

–but I convinced her to tell Iris and Arne about it.

I never told them that the child was Josef's–

–but Mum figured it out anyway.

She went crazy and told me–

–that she would reject both me and the bastard I was carrying.

None of us knew then that my body would see to that.

I miscarried when I got here.

To answer your question:

I ran because I believed those lies for thirty years.

A sloppily executed investigation with three youths declared dead.

I don't exactly have great trust in you.

But after the boys were found, I understood there was another truth.

We know you were the last person to see Iris.

Iris?

Iris?

Come on!

"Esther, my beloved daughter.

"Not a day goes by that I don't think of you and the child you lost.

"Think of it as God's wish, if that gives you more comfort.

"Whatever you may think, I only wanted to protect you.

"Sending you to my home country felt so right.

"I never meant to rob you of your dad or the boy whom you loved.

"But a lie most often requires yet another lie.

"In the end, everything was a jumble of untruths.

"Only now have I realised how much damage I have done.

"It is unforgivable.

"I cannot bear to live with the guilt.

"I beg of you not to think too badly of me.

"Mum."

So I had to see if Esther really was alive.

Mum wouldn't have been able to cope with being accused of murder.

The shame would have been too much.

What actually happened?

-What are you doing? -We're just partying.

-Give it to me. -Do you want a taste?

-Leave some. -You know the consequences.

-What are you doing, stupid? -Let me go!

-That's mine. -Do you want me to shout? Let me go!

-What are you doing? -Just let me go.

Pay for the booze.

-Please? -You're not going anywhere.

Just shut the fuck up.

-Shut up, I said. -Please, let me go.

What the...?

Esther?

Let me see.

My darling, my darling...

What are we going to do, Mum?

Pull yourself together!

Who are they?

Hello? Hello?

Hello?

Hello?

Somebody? Help!

Mum told me they were dead.

That we had killed them.

-Why did she send you here? -She said that her life was over.

But I had the chance to start a new life here, with her sister–

–who could also help me to put my child up for adoption.

I was terribly homesick.

But then Mum wrote to me–

–that Dad had left her for somebody else.

And that Josef had killed himself.

So there was nothing for me to go back to.

What happens now?

A prosecutor will...

When you realise you want to spend the rest of your life with somebody–

–you want the rest of your life to start as soon as possible.

That was lovely.

It wasn't me. It's from When Harry Met Sally.

Hello!

Back already?

I thought maybe this time...

I love you, you stupid, stupid Norwegian.

I love your restlessness.

And I love your beautiful brown eyes.

And I love your temper. From lamb to wolf in two red-hot seconds.

I love how you...never learn Swedish.

How you refuse to climb the ladder even if you could.

And I truly, truly love your scrambled eggs.

Somehow I always knew it wouldn't work out.

There's a spanner in the works.

Good-bye, Alexander. Take care of yourself.

How do you know if someone's being unfaithful?

Well...you ask.

I feel that's below my dignity.

Wow! Such self-esteem.

-I wonder who I got that from... -Not from me?

Yes. You're proud and you don't take any crap.

I have done. But not anymore.

So how do you know if someone's being unfaithful?

A friend told me that her husband never used to care about his body hairs.

He looked like a gorilla.

Then suddenly, he started waxing his back.

That's gross! Kalle doesn't bother with things like that.

Then he's not being unfaithful.

Don't you agree? They haven't met for thirty years–

–then they meet and it's as if they never parted.

My dear boy. I think somebody here has overdosed on romantic comedies.

-Sorry, sorry, sorry... -No.

-Stupid of me. -Where are you going?

All the more Margarita for us.

Damn, I think it's cleared up.

-It's gone! -Was it me? Really?

Munchkin Anna Simone.

I baptise you in the name of the Father...

...and of the Son...

...and of the Holy Spirit.

I want us to give thanks to life–

–for giving us so much.

It gives us pain, so that we may learn to separate happiness from sorrow.

Welcome to the world, little Munchkin.

You're just so happy. Wasn't that fun?

Nora?

When you realise you want to spend the rest...