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Drop it! Drop the weapon!

THE SANDHAMN MURDERS

NIKKI & EVELINA - PART 1

ONE WEEK EARLIER Sharing our dark memories–

–tends to make it easier for us to process them.

But we tend to think of memory as something objectively correct.

It's like a film camera has recorded what we've been through.

When in fact, the memory's something adaptive.

What's my truth isn't necessarily your truth...

Alexander?

Alexander.

Alexander?

Alexander?

Erm... I'm sorry, what did you say?

No, nothing. I just said your name.

But now that I've finally got your attention, I thought–

–I'd take the opportunity to ask if you'd like to say anything today?

No, thank you. I'm fine.

-Sometime, you have to contribute too. -Who says so?

-Right? -What do you mean?

No, I just... I don't have to do anything.

As I understand it, my presence is mandatory.

Not that I contribute.

This is a safe place, Alexander.

I think you should try it.

Are you sure you don't want to share what you've been through?

So we all have different needs. We have different strategies–

–for dealing with things that might be a bit difficult.

Mine is to work.

-I need to renew a recipe. -Well, you should talk to your doctor.

I didn't make it during phone time. My neck hurts like hell.

Unfortunately, psychologists aren't authorised to write prescriptions.

No, I know. I thought maybe you have contacts.

-Contacts? -Yes.

What are you taking now?

I am not taking anything.

Sometimes I take tramadol. Just to dull the pain.

You know that physical pain can be linked to lingering psychological trauma?

But right now, it's about my neck and back.

I can't even get the fuck up in the morning.

In that case, you should go to the ER.

But should I sit there and wait for ten hours?

-No, I have a job. -Call in sick, Alexander.

I can't. No, I have been too long. I just can't.

Okay.

I thought it might be useful to have, so I don't have to crawl to work.

-Hello! -Hi.

-Has something happened here? -No, it's quiet as the grave here.

-How do you feel? -Great!

At last!

Welcome home!

-Group hug. -No.

Come on, let's have a group hug. Yes, sweetie.

The man, the myth, the Norwegian. He's with us here again.

-Hello, sweetheart. -Hey! What are you up to?

I am on my way home. What are you doing?

I'm on my way to see a guy in Denmark.

-In Denmark? -Copenhagen.

-Okay... Who is it? -Jens.

I don't really know his surname, but he said he would meet me at the station.

-But, what? How did you meet him? -At a club.

At a club?

-How old is he? -I don't know. A little older.

-How much older? -He has hair on his chest.

But Jesus Christ, for real? You can't go.

I'm actually of age, Mum.

-So, what does he do? -Does and does...

-He lives in Christiania. -I beg your pardon?

-Kiss, kiss, mum. -But wait...

Fucking kid!

Hello, you've reached Anna. Send me a text. Goodbye.

-Hello! -Hey, it's me.

-Listen, we need to talk about Anna. -Well, what is it now?

I mean, we need to keep a better eye on her.

Please... When we were her age, we were probably a hundred times worse.

Well, speak for yourself. Not me, anyway.

Remember when you threw up in the rubbish bin at Zinkensdamm?

Hey, forget it! Goodbye.

-Hello! -Shitty kid! Hi.

Hello, Dad. I'm in Christiania. Everything's so cheap here.

-You can get a job here instead. -Dag pays me better wages.

I thought you said you weren't working at the Inn this summer.

-"I'll never work there again!" -It wasn't that bad.

I'll only be working there this weekend and maybe a few shifts next week.

It's OK that I live here, right?

But of course, you don't even have to ask.

I thought you might want to be alone.

-No, Alexander doesn't live here. -Not yet.

Thank you very much.

-I'm sorry. Shit! -Oh, no!

-I'm sorry, I didn't mean to! -Fuck's sake!

How fucking clumsy, that wasn't my intention at all. I apologise for that.

Nikki? Lindholm?

-But... Evelina? -Yes.

-Oh my God! Hi! -Hi!

God, how long ago!

Hi! Shit, I've missed you so much!

-But damn, you look good! -You look great!

Nikki, stop it! You look good.

Come on. Now! Let's have a fucking drink.

For all the poor women who are forced to try to survive–

–in this fucking mess of stinking disgusting blokes!

What do we really need them for, eh? We don't need them.

If we could get rid of all these men–

–we would solve the climate crisis in a flash.

And if it turns out after a few decades that we need to restock–

–there are plenty of freezers in laboratories all over the fucking world–

–filled with these little tadpoles.

Just stick a fucking pipette up your vagina and you're good to go.

I don't want to step on your toes now, but this feel a bit personal.

No joke, it's so fucking personal. They're all cheating pigs.

Want to know what the last one did?

He broke off our engagement–

–and threw me out on the street because he'd found a new little flame.

22 years old. So now I have to work at the Inn this summer–

–like some fucking twat and I'd like to cut his throat.

But enough about me and my pathetic life. What about you?

Oh, it's so good to see you! I've missed you so much!

-I missed you! Hey! -Hey!

OK, tell me, how's the love life?

-I am married. -Married?

-But how the hell did you manage it? -Well, I haven't done much, he proposed.

-Okay, what did you say? -"Yes", obviously.

But I feel done with the partying and that...life.

Of course. Too bad, otherwise, I'd have had the best idea.

If yours had been a pig too, I could have killed him.

And you could have gone into town and taken care of mine.

My husband is very kind.

Sure. Okay, tell me more. Who is this?

-His name is Bruno. -Oh, exotic.

-He's a few years older. -Okay, how many?

Twelve. It's not that bad, it could have been worse.

Fun. So, kids?

Not yet, but it's probably not too far away.

Seriously...

I am very happy for you.

But if, and I say if, he turns out to be mean to you...

...I'll get him smoked.

-And you take care of mine. Get it? -Yeah.

-Do you promise? -I promise, I promise.

Cheers!

Well, if it isn't the big boss man himself!

-Hey, man. -Welcome home.

Thanks. You know, next time I will send you.

I'm getting too old for wet business lunches. Thanks.

I'm not spitting in the glass. Hey, your old partner's here.

-What, now? -He's inside the DP.

Bruno. My man! I haven't heard from you.

-No, I've been out of town. -Out of town?

Business.

-Things are going well now. -Well... The market is unreliable.

But I've been working like hell. So, no shortcuts or...

-Do you think it takes time? -With what?

My piece of the action.

Or as they say in Swedish: My piece of the pie.

Look, mate... I don't owe you anything.

Next time I see you, I won't be this fucking nice.

Can you pay in bitcoin?

-Hello, darling! -Hello.

Hi. Hey, I have a thing.

You're welcome.

-What have you done? -What?

You never buy anything without my asking.

-It smells a bit like a guilty conscience. -Well, that's not fair.

You know how damn busy I am all the time.

I may not always remember...

...to be a perfect husband.

Well, you're all right.

Thanks darling, they're absolutely amazing.

You're welcome.

I met an old friend today on the boat.

So we drank some mimosas. Nikki Lindholm.

She had five siblings with five different fathers.

And her mum sat at home, drinking Koskenkorva and smoking all day.

But it was great to see her. It felt a bit weird.

As if time had stopped for her.

She just works without employment and fucks around.

Hey, what do you think about this?

-Yes, we'll talk about it later. -But I'm young.

It could be that your little rascals are not so keen.

Or we can try now.

That sounds marvellous. But I feel so heavenly...

I smell like hot garbage. I need a shower.

Go and have a shower, then. You old sweaty man.

Has something happened?

No. I'm just tired.

It's Ronny, right? Have you heard from him?

He was waiting in the office today.

At Sandhamn? What if he comes here then?

No, but it's fine. He's already left.

-Are you sure? -Yes.

-Hey, I think you should call the police. -No, that's out of the question.

No, baby. She doesn't love you like I do. Do you get that?

I love you! What? What do you mean "mind your own business"?

You tell me, you can't even put your underwear on the right way round.

You know what? Fuck you! Have fun with your fucking...

Fuck's sake... Can you walk properly?! Fucking clown!

-Who were you talking to? -No, it was just work.

Shall we go to bed?

We didn't have the fancy fishing rods we have now.

I'll tell you, the first time I went fishing with my grandfather–

–we fished with our hands, you know?

-And the first time I caught a fish... -Grandad! Grandad!

-Grandad! -Yes, what is it?

If you stay here...

Hello?

How is he doing?

The heart rate is low as hell, but fairly stable. I'd say 50-50.

It's a miracle he can breathe at all, given the beating he's taken.

-Beaten with what? -It's something heavy. Blunt.

-Does he have any other injuries? -Not that I know of now.

It may come up later. You'll have to get in touch.

Yeah, bye.

Yes, I have extreme pain.

Well, now I've got nothing left. That's the point that I...

Two weeks?

OK, thank you very much.

Good.

Grandad and grandchild go fishing, see something. Find the victim there.

He has no phone, they go to the house.

Evelina answers, victim's wife, gets devastated.

He takes her phone, calls 999, 6.51.

Could he have done it? Then he lies about bringing the granddaughter...

No, no, no. He's the world's softy. Can't even kill a golden hamster. So...

What's the difference between a golden hamster and a regular hamster?

The gold.

-Are you funny at a crime scene? -Yes.

Damn it, Pup. You're getting hard.

Yeah, well, I learnt from the best.

Hey. Nacka police.

We need to ask some questions and look look around. Are you okay with that?

I wasn't allowed to go in the helicopter. Why wasn't I allowed to go?

Well, we're sorry.

Is it okay if I just sit down?

Maybe you can tell me what happened here yesterday?

Bruno was beaten up. And, um...

Do you know anything about how it happened?

He came home...

And I was going to make dinner. Sushi.

And...

Don't worry, take your time.

Maybe it's just as well that you take the workplace and I'll take this.

Save us some time.

Where are you going, mate?

I was just going to get a sedative.

Just sit, I can get it. Where do you keep it?

In the bathroom cabinet.

Thanks.

Okay...

Can you try to tell me what happened this morning?

When I went to sleep, he was in bed.

Then I don't really understand, because I think we fell asleep at the same time.

And then I woke up to a knock on the door–

–and he wasn't there. And then he was in the garden.

Did you find anything near where he was lying?

Something that could have been used as a weapon, or...?

No, I don't know. I didn't check. I ran back inside.

Do you lock the door here at night?

No, I don't. Sandhamn, no. I don't even lock the bike.

Do you know if Bruno...?

Was he in conflict with anyone? Something serious?

-Ronny. -Ronny?

I don't know his name any more, but... He's no-one really–

–but he's threatened my husband and says that he owes him money.

-Is he, then? -No, absolutely not.

They worked together a long time ago–

–and then Bruno realised that Ronny bought a lot of expensive cars and stuff.

Then it turned out that he was selling drugs.

Then Bruno bought him out because he didn't want to do that.

Then a long time went by, several years, and Bruno met me.

And I'd never even heard of Ronny when he suddenly turned up again.

By then, he'd probably been caught a few times.

What did he want?

He said he'd been ripped off when he got bought out.

That he didn't get as much money as he should have.

He's very unpleasant.

Well...

-Have you seen him recently? -No, I haven't.

But he was in the office yesterday when Bruno came back from his business trip.

Yesterday?

Do you have someone you can call? So you won't be alone.

No, I just want to go to the hospital.

-Who is he to you, then? -My boss.

I sell boats for him. What do you want me to say?

It's not like he's my ride or die. I'm starting my own business.

-Where were you this morning? -What the hell...

Yeah, I wasn't fucking knocking on in his own backyard.

Good. Have you got anyone to back that up?

Yes. Tindra is her name. I don't know what her last name is–

–but I have her number.

I'll let you know if it comes up.

Aren't you going to ask if I know any enemies?

Aren't you going to become a cop instead, huh?

No, don't think so. Hey! What do you earn a month really? Like 32?

-That's privileged information. -Right...

Enemies?

There was a bloke here. He's been here a few times before.

Yes, a real dork, you know. Speed junkie name.

-Speed junkie name? -Yeah.

-Conny. Johnny. Sonny. Benny... -Pick one.

Ronny.

That's my dad's name. Well, what did he want, then?

I don't know, but he seemed to scare the shit out of Bruno anyway.

-Good, thanks. -Hey...

I think I saw him down by the steamer dock about an hour ago.

Okay. What was he doing there, then?

Well, I guess he was going into town. He looked kind of...speedy.

-Hi. Have you had to wait? -We could've done this on the phone.

-I was in the neighbourhood anyway. -I see.

-Bruno Berggren. Do you know him? -Is it our victim of abuse?

No, I don't know who he is. There's a lot of new people living there.

-He's got a boat company in the harbour. -Yeah, I've seen it.

Is he gonna be okay?

What do we know about him?

40 years. Business is going well, despite the gloomy times.

He started with padel courts, but...

When that fly flew...

Then he switched to selling boats in the luxury segment.

"Luxury segment"? Doesn't that seem very outdated these days?

There has always been, and will always be, a market for luxury.

Luxury for me is sitting outside on the stairs–

–drinking coffee and listening to the birds and insects.

Feeling the sun's rays warming up this old crotch.

Or the hull. Well, I mean...

-But we'd got hold of his wife, right? -She has an alibi.

No, wait, she doesn't have an alibi. That's how it was.

Right, that's it. No alibi.

And Bruno's employee was talking about a Ronny.

Apparently they had business together.

And this guy says that Ronny scared the crap out of Bruno.

And he saw him on the island this morning.

-So I did some research. -That's my man!

And that's true. They've had a business together.

I don't know what they did exactly, some kind of selling.

And after a while, it was revealed some irregularities–

–and Ronny was behind bars for four years. Norrtälje prison.

After Bruno had testified against him?

-How did you know that? -Qualified guess.

Bruno's wife also mentioned Ronny.

Do you realise what's happening here? We have a suspect.

Not only that, we have a last name: Ronny Pihl.

All right, then. Let's bring him in, then.

-Yes, but we don't know where he is. -Why?

Because he's not in a single fucking address book.

But we're working on it.

-I couldn't get hold of you yesterday. -No, sorry.

I was cleaning up on the boat and it was too fucking late.

Of course, I could have sent you a text message, but... I was so tired.

I'll see you later. Bye.

I had no idea that she'd start working at the Inn.

And she wanted to live with me, I haven't persuaded her.

It's fine. That's not why I called.

Maybe she's just tired of being a free babysitter.

Babysitting? They're siblings.

You don't pay your daughter to look after your little sister?

Yes, Henrik. If they're fifteen years apart.

-Well... -Well? What did you want, then?

Well... Come here.

Yes, this is our summer neighbour for a couple of years. Evelina.

-This is Nora. -Hi. Nora Linde.

So Nora is my ex-wife, as we told you.

And also a prosecutor, as we also told you.

What's happened?

Evelina came here on her way from the hospital–

–because her husband has been assaulted, brutally, here on the island.

-Is it Bruno Berggren? -Yes, how do you know?

Well, I'm in close contact with the police.

Especially when something happens out here.

I'm sorry to hear that. How's he doing?

He's, um...

He's stable, but he's unconscious.

So we told Evelina to come home and get some rest.

And take it easy... Sorry, I... I think this is fucked up.

Soon, they'll start burning cars out here too.

Well, now there are no cars out at Sandhamn.

No, but maybe you understand what I mean.

Anyway, we've started talking about personal security.

-Who's "we"? -Me and Henrik, of course.

You have to understand that these kinds of events arouse insecurity.

You don't know who's lurking around here under the bushes.

Under the bushes?

Can't you organise personal protection?

-Evelina needs protection too. -Yes, exactly.

-Why don't you just pull some strings? -"Threads" is the word.

-Is someone threatening you, Evelina? -Er, no...

It's a psycho who's done this.

What's to say he won't go after Evelina too?

-Aren't you afraid of getting infected? -Of what? I've already had everything.

Not syphilis.

-So you've worked here before? -Yeah, my mum knows the owner.

I see... Shrimp sandwich.

-Everyone knows everyone out here. -So you live here?

Yeah, both my mum and dad have houses here.

-Phew... Tough upbringing. -What, that's not the reason, is it?

-I guess you can have it anyway. -Poor little rich kid.

We're not rich. My mum's worked 24 hours a day at times.

-As a cleaner? -No, she's...

You know what? It doesn't really matter.

I get it, you can't help where you were born. Or by whom.

My dad's upper class. But he didn't want me.

And my mum, she's...a fucking wreck.

You're cute, you know that?

When I see you, I just want to give you a hug.

Hey...

-You're not a traitor, are you? -I don't think I am.

So... Everyone knows everyone out here?

You wouldn't happen to know a girl my age named, like...

...Evelina?

She lives with some bloke called Bruno.

-Telemark, good morning! -Good morning.

-Flex? -Huh? No, I just... didn't sleep well.

Me too, actually. I dreamt I shaved my beard off.

-Why did you do that? -How the fuck should I know?

Maybe the dream is trying to tell you something.

-What would that be, huh? -You can borrow my psychologist.

Maybe the dream has a deeper meaning?

Jesus, it's nothing to make a big deal of, is it?

Stenmark dreams of shaving off his beard.

Oh, okay. Give it a go! It might look good.

-No way! -Why not?

It's not something to be afraid of. It's not like–

–not having a beard makes you less of a man.

Who the hell said that?

There are many great men in world history who didn't have beards.

Margaret Thatcher, for example.

Here he is! Ronny. R. Pihl Trading Inc.

Found in the company register. Sitting in Orminge industrial area.

Are you coming, then?

Try it.

Hi. Do you have Ronny at home?

Ronny? Who the hell is that? Why would he be here?

Because he lives here.

Ronny!

We need reinforcements, fast. Svarvarvägen 8, Orminge. Yes.

So, what do you have to say about this then?

It must be something, right?

Welcome.

That's Ronny's. For own use, he's got some shit on his back.

Right, that's sad. Well, he runs fast anyway.

No, no, no! For fuck's sake, watch my back!

-Why am I sitting here? -Yeah, why do you think?

I've quit. Fuck's sake, do a search, then. When was the last time I was on the radar?

You were snorting coke a couple of hours ago.

That's not coke, that's tram.

I have an old disc herniation that I didn't care to operate on.

It's fucking killing me.

So you're gonna arrest me for having a shitty back?

-And that one? -Self-defence.

-Bruno Berggren? -What about him?

-You had contact. -I'm thinking of buying a boat.

-Yeah, right. You can afford it? -No.

I don't own much anymore. The clothes on my body.

But they're quite cheeky, aren't they?

-You had a business together. -I'm gonna buy a boat.

Why are you saying that he owes you money?

I can't remember. Maybe he is.

Oh, for fuck's sake, you talk so much fucking bollocks!

Oh, dear. It's obviously not just me who needs tranquilliser.

Is this from Ronny, or what? Can I have a look?

Yeah, go ahead. Just rummage.

Benzo... Oxy...

And Tramadol? You found everything in the living room, right?

Well, this was a bit more than I expected. All right...

-Found some in the kitchen too. -Really?

-Hey, what happened? -No, it's fine.

-You're taking it to the impound? -Yeah. See you later.

Hello, Putte! What do they say at the hospital?

He's still under sedation, but his condition has apparently stabilised.

-But he'll wake up? -Unclear.

-Oh, are you hurt? -Yeah, that was kind of...

That's cool. Huh...

Ronny Pihl. Yes, he really does look like an ugly fish, doesn't he?

Or a slippery eel. Or both...

Yes, and he resisted violently when we took him in.

You've shown that a few times now.

Have you seen my scar from when I was last shot?

Hey... You can compare scars later. What have you got on him?

We confiscated a baton that could've been used against Bruno.

And a lot of cocaine and Tramadol.

Really? How much of it?

It's in the impound lot. But no extreme amounts.

-But prosecutable? -I think so.

-But not death penalty? -No.

-But prosecutable. -Yes.

All right, then.

Fuck...

-I'll be right there. -All right.

-Grand visit. -Yeah.

Well, I'm waiting for my beautiful boss. We're going on other adventures.

But I have a suggestion.

How about a fancy dinner in a fancy restaurant with fancy company?

Sorry, you sound like my dad. But it's a good idea. Let's do it.

Good. Agreed.

Dear Nora. What darkens your sky?

-Nothing. -Come on.

You can talk to your daddy, right? It'll stay between us, I promise.

-No, I don't know... -Okay, let me guess?

You wonder if Alexander is really recovered.

If he's hiding how bad he really feels.

That he has nightmares. He's fallen into some black hole–

–that he can't get out of, but he doesn't dare talk about it.

Maybe he's afraid of losing his job.

He's afraid of...losing you.

And you're afraid of losing him.

Have you dyed your hair?

-Erm... No, I haven't. -It looks super fresh.

I'll see you later.

IMPOUND LOT

-Hello there. -Hi.

Do you know if we have any bike storage?

Bike storage? No.

I was going to start cycling to work, but I don't want to leave it outside.

Oh, why not?

Well, it might get stolen.

No, not here.

You can't drink during working hours.

-It's non-alcoholic. -Yeah, right...

I've just finished my shift!

Evelina!

Evelina? Hello! Why haven't you been in touch?

I thought we had a great time on the boat. Let's do it again.

-Bruno's in hospital. -What?

-Assaulted. -Assaulted?

We found him in the garden all beaten up.

How could you have missed it? Everyone's talking about it out here.

I should go.

-Shall I come with you? -No need.

I can come later, I know where you live.

-How do you know where I live? -Pardon...?

-It's near here, isn't it? -I never told you where I live.

What was it you said on the boat? That you could kill my husband.

Holy shit, you're fucking crazy. Did you do it?

-What the fuck, you're mental. -Is it you?

Evelina, I'm your friend. We're like best friends.

I haven't seen you in ten years.

Stay away from me! And Bruno.