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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...