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I am afraid to be this happy. I usually fall and hurt myself.

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

I have found him.

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.

He died alone. And it took the police 24 hours to admit what had happened.

You'll soon be together again.

THE SANDHAMN MURDERS

MAX - PART 2

Yes, it is unbearable. It...

Call the police?

Are you completely stupid, man?

You know what, I am the police!

I am the police!

Yes...

-Listen! -What?

Listen.

-I can't hear anything. -Exactly. Listen to the silence.

For the first time today I can hear myself think!

-So what are you working on? -Sören Bengtsson.

The DGD out on Resarö.

The thing is, he's in our records. A break-in at his greenhouse.

-His firm's called Garden Culture. -It's a growing industry...

I heard of someone who sold a cutting for 17,000 kronor...

I wonder what the tax would be on that...

-So where's Dan the Man? -At lunch.

What the fuck...?

Hi. Can you put me through to Health and Safety? AGAIN!

NORA LINDE

Hi, this is Nora Linde. Leave a message.

Hi, it's Pär. Sorry to call but it's about that crap case.

It's got a bit weird.

There's an ongoing police investigation into this Bengtsson's death.

He was found dead this morning.

So there are two separate investigations.

It's okay for me to contact Nacka police, isn't it?

Hello? I mean, I'll contact them.

Right.

-Hi! -What are you doing here?

You look cute when concentrating.

-What's that? -It's torture.

-Where's Alexander? -On a date with your boss.

-He didn't show. -You're kidding!

I'm working with a case and I need a little police expertise.

Fire away.

-It's this dead guy, Sören Bengtsson... -I'm working on it right now!

God, it's weird. We found him this morning.

Forensics thinks he was pissed but he was an active teetotaller.

-A relapse? -Possibly.

-We'll need to see the autopsy report. -His company had been burgled.

-Know what was stolen? -Gardening equipment?

Yes...but also chemical fertilisers.

Cyanide, chloroform and chemical fertiliser.

-Sounds like terrorism. -Yep.

I'll give Alexander a ring.

Fuck it, I'll call him later. I'll take it up with Stenmark.

Shit. No one's here today.

-We'll have to go. -We can take my car.

Max, wait...

Well...things don't always turn out as planned.

I'm clearly not a criminal mastermind.

That girlfriend of yours, Nora...

...managed to escape.

So I won't get the pleasure of seeing your face when her heart stops beating.

Max, listen to me...

By the way, did he say anything?

Your son, Tor.

About me trying to abduct him from his school? Didn't he say?

-Max... -What is this repeating my name thing?

Is it something you learnt at the police academy?

To establish a connection.

-Yes. -And how's that working out for you?

Has something happened? Okay, you can put her on.

Hello, Mum!

They tell me you're a little anxious.

There's nothing to worry about.

No...

Lie down and have a rest. I'll be right there. Bye.

Max... Max...

Hi, this is Pär. I've got something more important to do than answer the phone.

Hi, Pär, it's Nora. Call me on this number, now.

It's the same number again.

I never answer unknown numbers. They're always salesmen.

-Maybe it's an old Tinder date? -No it's not. Stop it.

-I'm in a serious relationship. -Are you?

Aren't you?

Yeah.

-Fuck, they're persistent! -Answer now.

-Hello, Pär speaking. -Hi, it's me!

-Hi! -Where are you?

In the car, on the way to that gardening place.

I think Alexander's in trouble.

-Alexander? -What's happened?

I was assaulted.

-When? -Just recently. But I got away.

-Can you come and get me? -Sure.

-Where am I? -Lervik.

-Lervik. I'll send you the address. Bye. -You can turn round up there.

Here. It's a bit baggy, but you put on a bit round the hips when you get old.

Try it on.

-He said "you'll soon be together again". -How together again?

-He's gone missing. I bet there's a link. -Has he?

Have you got through to him? Not you either?

-Do you know where he was headed? -No.

-How did he knock you out? -With a rag.

Chloroform. Gardeners use it. We need to hurry.

Fuck, the mess you get yourself into when I'm not there.

Thanks for the clothes! I'll send them back!

No need.

-There's a body. -Alexander?

-No. -So what do we do now?

We go this way.

What the hell are you doing?

-Sorry, I thought you were dead. -Dead?

I work here. I was just taking a power nap.

-Were you the one who found him? -Yes.

He wasn't here when I arrived. It was unheard of.

So I drove to his house - and there he was.

-He'd fallen? -It looked that way.

Or been pushed. Whatever, he was dead.

Do you have any idea who could've done it?

-What do you mean? -Pushed him, I mean.

I wouldn't like to guess, but...

Sören was mad at you for not listening to him.

-He knew who'd done the break-in. -Who?

Max. He also worked here.

He's been missing for a couple of weeks.

How did you know it was him?

Sören caught him trying to steal a whole drum of something.

-Of what? -Of something.

-Can you describe Max? -He's totally anonymous.

Average height, around 30.

1950s-style glasses.

Shifty-looking. Never looks you in the eye.

I felt a bit sorry for him. He'd just go on about his old mum.

He didn't like the fact she was in a home.

-What home? -"Gammeludden". Near Nacka.

-But his dad still lives at home. -Do you know his surname?

-Do you know where he lives? -No idea.

But I can find out...

-Max... -That's him.

Max Frösmyr... Mörka Kroken 28, Stockholm.

Okay, thank you.

Mörka Kroken 28... Shit, isn't that...?

What was that? Assaulted? What the hell are you saying?

No... Repeat!

"Skrammeludden"?

"Gammeludden"?

Copy. Out.

What the fuck is this?

Where is everyone?

Hey! Hello! Where is everyone?

Out policing.

You come with me.

Sorry, I'll be right back. Max?

It's good you're here. Your mum's been asking for you again.

She seems very anxious. Has something happened recently?

No.

We've given her a mild sedative anyway.

Mum?

Mum?

Björn!

No, it's me. It's Max.

Where's my family?

-I'm here. -But the others?

There's no need to worry, Mum.

-I've sorted everything out now. -The recycling?

I'll make sure that Björn gets justice.

Björn?

What have you done?

I'm going to make sure the police pay for what they put us through.

Nothing that you do...

...can change anything.

It is what it is.

Björn's not coming back.

I'll make... I'll make sure he pays!

You have to find forgiveness...

...in your heart.

Don't do anything stupid.

It's too late.

-The police want to talk to your mother. -About what?

-They wouldn't say. -Do they know I'm here?

No, I just said she has a visitor.

Just give me time to say goodbye to Mum.

Okay.

-What are you doing? -I have to go. Take care, Mum.

I love you, no matter what you do.

But you must put everything right again.

Hate breeds hate.

-He just wanted to say goodbye. -So someone's in there?

Yes, he's just saying goodbye. It's her son.

-Okay. And... -He comes as often as he can.

Aha, maybe he's the one who's...coming here now.

Max! Stop!

Stop!

You know there's no escape. Do yourself a favour and talk to us.

What you're holding is a SIG Sauer P226.

The magazine holds fifteen rounds.

You fired off three in the corridor.

And I can count twelve bullet holes here in the door.

Are we in agreement as to what that means?

I'm totally uninterested in guns.

-Where the hell are we? -Take a right up ahead.

But that's...Stockholm's Kaknäs Tower!

Mörka Kroken?

-Didn't you see the tower on the GPS? -I would've said so.

-I'll try Alexander again. -Fuck!

-Is it Alexander? -Stenmark.

-We've got him. -Good.

But what's worse is - you were right.

He's got something to do with Alexander's disappearance.

Okay. Speak to you later.

What did he say?

They've arrested Max. He was with his mother at the home.

I'm afraid he had Alexander's ID and passcard on him.

-Dear God... -What now? He could be anywhere.

-Think. -His mother lived in the home.

And his dad still lived at home, right?

-I can Google him. -I'll do it. You drive.

Fuck.

Police!

Give me your phone. Give it to me!

Emergency services, how can...

Fuck!

Come on. Where is he?

Look, keeping your mouth shut is the last thing you want to be doing.

If you tell me everything about your miserable life and how...

...tragic your childhood was you might get a more lenient sentence.

You think that's my motivation?

-Avoiding punishment? -So what is your motivation?

What does your dastardly plan look like?

You'll soon find out.

Where the hell have you been?

He's put a bomb in the garage. It's due to go off in five minutes.

-When can the bomb squad get here? -There's no way they'll make it.

It's okay, we'll have time to evacuate. The place is deserted.

Hell, no...

I'll take the garage, you take the kids.

Hey! Don't forget me!

You're already forgotten.

Tempo, tempo, tempo!

If you're out in two minutes, it's e-scooters all round!

Alex?

Here!

Come here!

-Oh my God. -It gets worse.

-What's going on? Where is that? -The police station garage.

Oh, my God!

There.

Oh, Jesus!

No...

No, no, no...!

Get out!

Alexander?!

Alexander! Alexander!

Call an ambulance!

-Is he...? -No.

It's unstable. He's...unconscious.

I love him like no one else.

I know. I know.

Shit.

Do you think he knows I'm here?

Yes, I'd say so.

Call if you need me.

Alexander?

Alexander?

Hi!

Nora...

Don't exert yourself.

You gave me a fright.

I thought...

I pick you up...

...when you fall...

Yes. You do.

Alexander...

Alexander! No!

No! No! Help!

No! Alexander!

Help! Help! Help!