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Dear, dear Mother...

-Are you in pain? -Pain?

Pain...

Pain, pain, pain...

Remember when we saw a seal north of Möja?

Dad called them "sea cats".

And then when Björn got a kitten for his birthday–

–he was so disappointed!

He thought he was going to get a seal!

Don't worry, Mum. Everything's going to be fine, now.

I've found him.

Who?

GUNFIRE ON DJURÖ

THE SANDHAMN MURDERS

MAX - PART 1

Do you know what you do to me?

You surprise me.

I never know what's going to come out of your mouth.

It's scary.

-And you're brave. -Brave?

It's an interesting combination.

Like when I first met you. You threw yourself at me and kissed me.

-That was both surprising and brave. -I was drunk.

But...

...sometimes I'm afraid, too.

Afraid of what?

Afraid of being this happy.

I usually fall and hurt myself.

If you fall and hurt yourself, I'll pick you up.

And blow on your knee.

Okay?

Okay.

What time do they leave tomorrow, Tor and his lot?

Early. I promised to wave him off.

-He's insanely excited. -Of course.

The amusement park. Candy floss. Beer...

-No, no. He's... -Fourteen.

Know what I did when I was 14? It was all dodgy cocktails and...

-No, he's not there yet. -No. Boys mature later than girls.

I'm free this weekend. Want to join me over a jigsaw?

It's the Bombardment of Algiers. 9,000 pieces.

Yes! Perfect!

-Sure you don't want to come inside? -I have to get home to Roffe.

-Can't he learn to commute? -Sure, but I have to tame him first.

Why is it that you should find a homeless cat and adopt it–

–and within days spoil him so much that he now only eats fresh fish?

And flank steak.

-He's cute... -But so am I.

Okay. Bye.

Why, hello Nora!

Don't get all cocky just because I'm a bit scared of the dark.

Is it a monster, an axe-wielding maniac, witches?

Or a Japanese girl with disjointed arms crawling along the ceiling?

Thanks for the support, darling, everything feels a lot better.

-Speak to you tomorrow. Good night. -Night night. Bye.

Roffe?

It's so fucking...

What the fuck...?

NACKA CLEANING SERVICE

Listen up! We'll be leaving shortly.

So I just want to make sure you know what's expected of you?

Listen and obey.

I don't want to sound like a dictator, I just mean we must stick together.

-We promise. -Good.

Then let's go out to the coach - in an orderly fashion, no running.

Off you go.

Quietly!

Hurry up, Tor, the coach is waiting. Come on, it'll be fun.

-What's up? -Nothing.

Is no one here to wave you off?

-No. -Some parents can't. They're at work.

Listen. Give it five minutes, okay? I'll see you outside.

Yeah. I'm coming.

-Sorry. Did I startle you? -It's okay.

Listen, I can't find the toilets. It's my first day and I haven't quite...

-Down there on the right. -But that's where I've just come from.

Can't you show me the way?

Okay.

Through there.

Hey, you forgot your toothbrush!

Brush your teeth just like this and every girl you'll get to kiss...

You're so embarrassing. Driving in with the car like that.

What?

Embarrassing would be if I lifted you up, gave you a big bear hug–

–bared your tummy and blew on it until you screamed.

-Come on, give me a hug. -Okay.

Dad...?

What is it?

Nothing.

Okay. Off you go, have fun! Good luck!

Nora?

I've bought a car. A plug-in hybrid.

-What is it? -No, it's just...

You're not a very attentive driver. You actually crashed once.

Yes, once. But it was the rush hour. I was rushing, the others weren't.

Okay. Drive carefully, that's all.

Okay...? So what's up now?

It's like this. I...

I've bought a car, I work hard, I keep my nose clean.

I think it's time for me to get my own case.

-Your own case? -Yes.

Don't get me wrong, but all I do is...help you.

Which is fine, but I think I have more to give.

You want me to kick you out the nest?

Yes...well, no, but we'll... work together too.

Okay. I'll stick my hand in this pile and what I take out is yours.

-Doesn't sound that serious... -Why not?

Here you go.

Thanks.

Pär, you know that everyone gets the crap cases to start with?

-Hi. If you can just let me in, I'll... -I'm not allowed to let anyone in.

[in Norwegian] But since you outrank me, I take it as an order.

Hilarious.

How long can we expect this siege to last?

The first phase, about two weeks...

The first phase?! How many bloody phases will there be?

We won't know until we've removed the floor.

-The children's health must come first. -What about our health?

We're heading for a collective psychosis, for fuck's sake!

This is what they use in interrogations to break the prisoners' spirit!

What next? Will you pull out our nails and waterboard us?

Do a PCR test in our urethras?

-I can't say. Speak to the authorities. -You speak to them!

You fucking clown!

Can someone switch him off before I have an aneurysm?

-Well...that went well. -Shut up.

The local school gym has mould in it. They're using ours until it's cleared up.

Two weeks, at least!

Yes. We worked that out.

You're to go to Resarö. It's probably a DGD, but go anyway.

No, no whingeing. Look at it like this.

I'm freeing you from this madhouse. I'm doing you a favour.

-DGD? -Drunk Guy Down.

A crap case. Literally.

Serious theft from a garden centre on Resarö. Fertiliser.

Plaintiff Sören Bengtsson, owner of Garden Culture Ltd–

–has been robbed of "two pallets of petunias, a pallet of begonias–

"–30,000 kronor-worth of garden implements, drums of pesticide–

"–and a pallet of fertiliser."

-Couldn't you find something sexier? -We don't do sexy here.

You'll have to excuse me but I have a shitload to do.

Ha ha.

-I can take that back. -No. It's mine.

Do you have permission to park here?

I don't know. It's my first day.

-They let me in. -Who did?

-Alexander Forsman. -Oh, okay. In that case...

-Need a hand? -No, no.

Don't be silly. I'm going up anyway. My mum was a cleaner for 40 years.

Of course I'll give you a hand...

ALEXANDER FORSMAN

It's hard to say right off.

Probably a stroke or heart attack or... And then just fell.

Gashed his head and hey-presto - a slaughterhouse.

Sometimes that's all it is.

Do you think he lived after the fall?

We can assume so, looks like someone's slipped in the blood.

His closest neighbour's half a mile away. He tried to call but didn't make it.

No mobile?

-Who doesn't have a mobile these days? -An old gardener on Resarö.

-Can we speed up the autopsy? -And his blood alcohol reading?

To question A, my reply is that they're really up to their necks in it.

Overworked, understaffed. If you want to bump it up the queue, see Stenmark.

-To question B... -Blood alcohol.

He smelt of it...

But that could be something else too.

Want one? I've got more...

Do it again, and do it right. Thank you.

Well, how'd it go?

What?

I can't hear what you're saying...

Okay...

What happened?

Something wasn't right but we can't put our fingers on what.

Good. Keep on...

What the...?

-Yes? -Fancy a long lunch?

-I'm really quite busy. -Me too.

-So when? -When?

-It's not even one o'clock... -Perfect!

Shall we say my place?

There you are!

Yes, that sounds good.

-Thank you. Good bye. -Bye.

-I'm onto something interesting. -Can we take it later?

-This Bengtsson grows and sells... -The fertiliser guy?

Wolfsbane, mandrake, nightshade and belladonna.

-Medicinal plants. -Exactly.

I'm surprised he wasn't growing hemp and poppies too.

-Hence his visitor? -That's what I'm thinking.

-Look, I need to see Alexander quickly. -Now?

Yes.

I could've said I've got a dentist's appointment, but I didn't.

-See you later. -Alright.

-In a hurry? -No, I am not in a hurry.

-I'm just popping back home. -I get it.

You get it?

Listen, Pup. Have I ever told you how much I price you?

-Sorry, "price"...? -Value.

-I see! Er...no. -Then it's about bloody time.

You're a damn good cop. And a good friend.

Bye!

What the fuck? What the fuck?

My name's Max, and I'm the last person you'll ever meet.

I parked a van full of explosives under Nacka police station this morning.

My intention is to subject you to as much pain–

–as you once subjected me and my family to.

What... What have I subjected you to?

The fact you have to ask convinces me that I've made the right decision.

Your arrogance is just yet another spit in the face.

[in Norwegian] YOUNG BOY DIES IN CUSTODY

[in Norwegian] YOUNG BOY DIES IN CUSTODY

[in Norwegian] POLICE

How much have you drunk?

-Have you taken anything else? -Hey, answer him!

Take it easy.

That's it. There.

Okay...

Okay, Björn... Comfy?

In case you get cold.

Shall I get a book for you so you can read to him, too?

Have you never been drunk?

Björn, we'll just go and register you...

...and I'll be right back to check on you, okay?

Try to get some rest.

-Alex? There's a fight. We have to go. -Just let me register him.

And I'd like to check if we need to call a doctor.

Come on, we'll be the first ones there. Rock 'n' roll! He's sleeping like a baby.

We'll be back in an hour, you can register him them!

I'll let you sing to him if you like, just come on!

HOLDER HAS EPILEPSY

The IT crash...

...hit Dad pretty hard. So all talk of Majorca or the Canaries was over.

A road trip to Norway was all we could afford.

But we didn't mind. We looked forward to it as if we were going to the moon.

One day in Oslo and then on to Sogndal.

Björn dreamed of being a marine biologist and...

...he knew he was going to see porpoises in the fjords.

We were separated for 30 minutes.

That's all.

Björn didn't want to go to the museum. He wanted to stay in the park, reading:

"Mammals in the Sea" by Cousteau.

Look at me!

But the museum was closed for some private do.

When we got back...

...the book was still there... under the bench, in the gravel.

He died alone...

...on a piss-stained cell floor...

...while we were running around Oslo looking for him.

It took the police 24 hours...

...to admit what had happened.

A day doesn't go by without me thinking about what happened.

About what I should have done.

It was inexcusable.

I won't try to...justify it.

It should never have happened.

I can just... I understand...

You have no idea what it's like to see your parents consumed by grief.

To see them disappear in a fog of booze and pills just to get by.

To see them commit insufferably slow suicide...

...totally incapable of taking care of me and my grief.

I was 12.

NORA LINDE

Hi! You're reached Alexander Forsman. You know what to do...

-Well that was quick! -Ha ha. Funny.

He was a no-show. Something must've come up.

I've Googled the stolen fertilisers.

The one contains hydrogen cyanide, the other chloroform.

Chloroform? I've not heard of that since I read "Tintin and the Black Island"!

I love Bianca Castafiore.

My dear Pär, Bianca Castafiore isn't in "The Black Island".

-Why steal something like this? -Because you don't know what it is?

I think I'll work from home today, keep the cat company.

And it you.

I doubt there'll be much action until the weekend.

Probably not. I won't call unless it's really urgent.

-Sounds good. -See you.

ALEXANDER FORSMAN

Hilarious, Alexander.

This isn't funny.

There, there. You'll soon be together again. That's it.