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When Sylvester went to the bathroom, I searched his jacket for his wallet.

- But you found something else? - A pendant.

I did such a stupid thing!

What did you do with the hammer?

- Threw it in the sea. - Does he know about it?

The weak man.

110,000 by next Thursday.

Every week after that will cost you 10,000 extra.

By out next session you’re to have one for a meal on your own.

You think I’m a fucking killer? What do you take me for?

- I’m so tired of all the lies! - I’m fed up with your bullshit!

- Alex Persson? - Your father has retracted his statement.

So now maybe you can tell us

what you really did that night after the party.

I was just in a shitty mood, okay?

I went to that party and got messed with. And yes,

I was fucking thrown out.

I wasn’t posh enough for their fucking house party.

So I needed a walk to clear my head, okay?

Where did you go?

I just went wandering around town.

Did you meet anyone?

No.

But why did you ask your dad to lie?

Because I just knew you’d come down on me like a pack of fucking vampires.

I hadn’t done a fucking thing!

Then the cops came to do me for something.

It’s always the same, I get the blame for everything!

So you were mad with Benjamin after the party?

I didn’t say that.

I was mad with that asshole who was having the party.

FALLEN

He lied about his alibi.

Can’t we use that?

It’ll be hard.

He was 16, scared...

It’s not unlikely he panicked even though he hadn’t done anything.

Is there anything to connect Alex Persson and Sylvester Johnson?

Maybe Sylvester called Alex to get rid of the body...

Not that I’ve found, but... I’ll keep looking.

Good.

We’ll have to go back and talk to Sylvester again.

Hang on, the body’s not been identified yet.

And we’re fixated on it being Benjamin Serén?

We can’t sit here twiddling our thumbs while forensics ignores cold cases.

Just don’t blame me when this all goes pear shaped.

What are you scared of? That I’ll be wasting our time,

or that I’ll solve a case that went cold under your watch?

Hey, it’s me! Have you changed the lock? What the fuck?

Seriously?

I know you’re in there, can’t you just fucking open up?

I’m sorry, okay?

I feel ashamed as hell for stealing from you.

You mustn’t think me a fucking killer!

Dad...

I don’t want you thinking I’ve killed someone!

Please...

Can’t you open the door?

OUR BELOVED KARIN MÅNSSON 05.05.1978 - 07.13.2020

Happy birthday, Mommy.

- Yes? - Now listen carefully, Rovan.

We had an agreement, you and I.

- What? - You said you’d done a thorough job.

- What’s happened? - The cops found the body!

I paid you a fucking ton of cash to make sure this never happened!

So you need to step forward and take the rap for this. You get that?

- I can’t talk right now. - Rovan? Rovan!

Who was that?

A wrong number.

It was almost like it was Mommy.

Yeah, right.

These are for you, Mommy.

- Welcome. - Thank you.

Hello! Iris Broman, yes?

And Jens Michaelsson?

- That’s right. - I never forget a name. Please, sit.

Do you recognize him?

No. Sorry.

- Are you sure? - Yes.

I’ve never seen him before, I’m afraid.

This, then?

What’s that?

- What do you think? - A piece of jewelery...

It’s the pendant you accused Claire Boström of stealing.

Who?

I thought you never forgot a name.

You mean that prostitute you asked about before?

Why did you go to see her to get the pendant back?

I’ve never met the person, as I told you last time.

She says otherwise.

How am I meant to know what she says or doesn’t say? Whatever, it’s not true!

Have another look.

See that incision around it?

It’s a DNA trap.

Is there any reason to think that your DNA will be found there?

No.

- Are you certain of that? - Yes.

We’ll see.

- I got no sleep last night. - Why?

There was some fucking nightjar carrying on outside my window.

- What’s a nightjar? - A bird.

Jens, Isabell’s been in touch about the body in the woods.

No shit.

- Who’s Isabell? - A medium.

She read about the investigation

and sensed a pair of eyes close by where the body was found.

You’re joking, right?

No. Isabell has helped us many times.

- A pair of eyes? - Yep.

Sure, it sounds weird, but it’s not like we’re drowning in tip-offs.

What if there’s something there and we don’t check it out?

Okay. Let’s take her out there.

- Is that Isabell? - Yes.

- What were you expecting? - I’m not sure...

She doesn’t like people talking to her when she’s channeling her energies.

Good. I don’t want to hear about my chakra and where it’s blocked.

- I like to walk my dogs around here. - Have you got many?

Two. Irish Setters.

Do you like dogs?

No, I don’t, actually.

You don’t? Why not?

I got bitten when I was little.

Not all dogs are the same.

Maybe not...

Here.

Found something?

A pair of eyes.

It’s a shame

there’s so little lens left. We could’ve checked it with his optician.

What do you think?

Forensics will be more certain, but if you ask me, they’re the same glasses.

See the scratch mark on the frame?

It’s identical to the one on Benjamin’s glasses.

We must extend the search area. Search the woods one more time.

As if we have the resources for that.

Clearly you missed things last time, or the glasses wouldn’t have been there.

But it’s wafer thin until we get the forensics report.

So, what shall we do?

We could’ve asked Missing People for help.

- Can they muster a group by tomorrow? - Sure. They like me. I’ll call them.

Good. Good, Nina.

Thanks, Tomas.

Can you pass me the spanner?

This one?

Not that one, the next size up.

Thanks. Perfect.

Aren’t you going to answer it?

No.

It can wait.

Adam speaking...

Hi. I’m just wondering

- how the investigation’s coming along. - No, no news.

So how are you?

- Have you got someone to talk to yet? - I don’t need anyone to talk to!

All I need you to do is pick up those kids and have them identify Van Voorst!

Are you okay, Iris?

I’m fine! Speak to you later.

- Okay, we’ll speak later. - Bye.

Who was that?

- No one. - But...

- Van Voorst, wasn’t he...? - I don’t want to talk about it.

Iris...

I miss Christian, too.

- How long will you be staying here? - I don’t know.

Don’t the kids have school?

They’ve got a fortnight’s holiday. But it’s never a problem to add a day or two.

- Something’s up with Didier? - No, there isn’t.

We’re here for your sake. We’re here for as long as you need us.

Interesting. Everyone seems to know what I need.

What I need is peace and quiet,

so I’m wondering, when are you going back to Paris?

- Iris, please... - Please, please, please!

Iris, come back, please!

Fucking dick...

Shit!

- I took a photo. Want to see it? - Yes.

I was pretending to take a selfie, but hadn’t reversed the camera.

Mom! You surprise me!

I’m so ashamed! But I really wanted a photo.

- Wow! He’s a total hottie! - Isn’t he?

Look up...

How old is he?

Roughly the same as me.

- Has he got any kids? - No, he doesn’t.

Where does he live?

I don’t know.

- But he lives here in Malmö? - Yes... I assume so.

To be honest,

we didn’t talk so much about him.

He mostly wanted to know about me.

Not self-obsessed. We like that.

We do.

No.

He’s too good for me.

Stop it, Mom.

You so deserve this.

Really.

You’re lovely.

Okay. Thanks.

- I’m late. - Have a nice time.

We’ll see if I come home tonight, then.

Are we celebrating something?

I want to spend the rest of my life with you.

Stop! Police!

Stop!

I want to spend my life with you.

Stop!

Police! Stop!

...the rest of my life...

Stop!

Stop!

- Hey. - Hi.

No, no, take them away. Get them away from me!

Come here...

I had to bring them. The dog center’s got kennel cough.

- Kennel cough? - Yes.

It’s okay, it only affects dogs, but I won’t bring them on the search.

- I’ll sort something out tomorrow. - Good. Can you put this in your car?

Hey, Fredrik.

I know what you’re going to say. That I shouldn’t be here.

But I have to be.

I can’t just sit around while Benjamin’s killer walks free.

I just can’t.

Stick close to the officials.

Don’t touch anything.

- If you find anything, call out. Promise? - I promise.

Thank you, Iris.

Find!

Fredrik...

Do you recognize this shoe?

Could it be Benjamin’s?

I don’t know.

- You don’t recognize it? - No.

Check with Åsa.

She’s got a better idea about his stuff.

Okay.

Brie!

Brie!

I can’t find Brie.

I can’t leave until she comes back.

We don’t both need to see Åsa, so you take the car.

- Here. - No, you keep it. I’m sure you’ll need it.

I can take a taxi. I hope you find that dog.

Come along...

Brie!

Brie!

Hello!

Hello.

- Hi. - Hi.

You must be Liv?

Yes.

I’m Peter, I...

Your--

Your mom said I could hang around, but if I knew you’d come this early, I’d...

I’d have left already.

It’s okay.

It feels a bit weird to be topless.

I--

Two seconds.

I think you’ve got your T-shirt inside out.

Yes, uh...

It’s meant to be.

It’s all the rage in Denmark. It’s the fashion.

Okay.

Can I ask you something?

Does she--

Does she do a lot of dating, your mom?

No.

But...

I hope you’re serious.

I am serious.

Don’t I look it?

Okay!

We haven’t been dating for long, but,

I don’t know,

it just feels right. You know?

Good.

I’m going to show you an object and I want you to tell me if you recognize it.

Okay...

Did you just find this?

Do you recognize it?

Yes...

It’s...

one of Benjamin’s favorite shoes.

He wouldn’t let me throw them away,

even though they were...

completely...

falling to pieces.

- Now it’s okay. Good. - No!

- Yes. Yes... - Look...

No, it isn’t, look!

- Listen, Mommy’s going for a ride. - Okay.

- Julie, look after your little sister, okay? - Yeah, yeah.

- Love you! - Love you, too!

What? What do you want?

I want to know when you’re coming back.

It’s none of your business!

You can’t just run off with my children. It’s kidnapping!

They’re my children! My children!

And I go wherever the fuck I want with them, okay?

- Jesus! - Don’t hang up, Katarina!

Let’s go.

How’s it going?

You found this in the same woods as the body?

Yes, 300 meters away in some bushes. Benjamin’s mom says it’s his.

It’s possible, but my initial verdict is that this hasn’t been outside for 18 years.

What? So how long, then?

A few months, if that.

Fuck!

Fredrik...

I get it that you want to know what happened to your son,

so I’m giving you a chance now to own up.

Did you plant the shoe?

Just tell me. Was it you?

You can’t close the investigation.

Not again.

- And the glasses were you, too? - What glasses?

Benjamin’s glasses.

Did you plant them?

- Have you found his glasses? - Just answer me.

- Was it you? - No.

I swear.

It was just the shoe.

You’re jeopardizing the entire investigation, okay?

If you have his glasses,

- it’s a lead... - Listen.

Everything

we find here can be challenged in court.

Is that what you want?

Do you want the culprit, or culprits, to get away with it?

- Of course not. - No.

Then you must stick to the truth.

Is there something else?

Fredrik?

That evening when he called...

What he really wanted

was for me to pick him up.

And did you?

No. I refused.

Because I’d been drinking.

Then he said,

“Dad...

“what if I’m attacked?

“Mugged?

“Murdered and never come home again?”

I said...

I said...

“Then so be it.”

How the hell can anyone say that to their own son?

How the hell can anyone live with having said that?

I don’t know.

I don’t know.

I’ll go.

I’m sorry.

- Iris speaking... - Tomas from Forensics here.

- Hi. - I’ve checked up on the glasses.

The scratch was apparently a manufacturing haw.

Hundreds of frames have the same defect,

so I’m afraid it’s impossible to say if they were Benjamin’s.

Did you hear me?

Yes, I heard you. Thanks.

Brie!

Brie!

So, anyway,

we’re almost done here.

Okay. Find anything else?

No.

Brie!

I just hope she hasn’t run onto the freeway.

We’d have heard it.

Maybe I should--

Maybe I should ride with someone else instead.

What? No, no, I’ll drive.

Bella needs feeding. I’ll come back later.

Maybe you can put Bella in the car, then.

- She’s already in the car. - No, she’s here.

Brie!

Brie, where have you been, huh?

You mustn’t run off like that! I’ve been worried sick!

You naughty girl!

- Hello? - Hi!

Yes, carry that one.

So that’s 777.

No, really?

Hey!

Hi!

You look cozy!

I was going to leave earlier, but then Liv turned up.

- And he’s helping me with my studies. - That’s great.

Hi.

What’s for dinner?

You’ll stay, won’t you?

Do you want to?

- If it’s no trouble... - No, no, I’ve done the shopping.

- But it’ll just be simple pasta. - I love simple pasta.

I’ll give you a hand. We just need to do this first.

Where were we?

So.

Now this one’s exactly the same as the other one, just with a ten.

Okay.

You’re going to have to take the rap.

I can’t. It’s impossible.

Look, relax.

I’ll help you.

Listen.

You tell them it was an accident.

You can claim self-defense.

I’ll get you a good lawyer. The best.

You won’t get done for murder.

You’re looking at maybe two months’ custody and then you’re free.

Hey. Free. Free of me. Free of everything.

Afterwards, I’ll make sure it was worth it. You’ll never have to work again.

Anton’s been through enough.

He can’t lose me, too.

Now, you listen carefully.

There are only two ways we can do this.

Either we do it my way...

or the police get an anonymous tip-off that you have the murder weapon.

What do you think Anton would say to that?

Do you still have it?

I can be your friend, Rovan, or your worst enemy. It’s up to you.

And it’d be terrible if little Anton had an accident.

So have a think about what it’s to be.

- Julie, you hear that? - What?

Yes, I can hear it...

It’s Mommy’s horse!

- Iris...? - Hi, I’m calling from Ystad hospital.

- We have a Katarina Bignola here. - She’s my sister.

- What’s happened? - She’s in ER after a fall from a horse.

I’ll be right there.

She asked me to tell you to go home to the kids.

What? Are they alone in the house?

- So I gathered from your sister, yes. - Okay, thanks.

Shit!

She’s here!

- Mommy! Mommy! - Hello, sweethearts.

Ow, careful!

We’ve been waiting for you.

My little baby girl...

- Take these. - Thank you, darling!

Time for bed, you two.

But we want to keep watching cartoons!

Be gentle with Mommy because she’s in a lot of pain.

Iris, can you do my shoes?

Julie,

take your little sister and go and brush your teeth. Please!

No! Do as I say!

Do as your mother says!

I’ll be up in a bit to say good night!

Love you!

Did you ring Didier from the hospital?

- Yes. - What did he say?

- About what? - When he’s coming.

You can’t take care of the girls now, so he’ll need to take you home.

He’s going to check. He’s...

got a lot on at work, but I’m sure it’ll be fine. Can you just sort out...

Thanks.

- Are you okay? - No, I’m not. Ow, ow...

- Hang on. There. - Careful...

- I’m lifting you up now... - Gently...

There.

God. Why does being in pain make you feel so sick?

Shall I call Didier?

Can you get me a glass of water?

- I’ve not had any for hours. I’m parched. - Yes. Sorry.

Listen... I’ve been thinking.

Shall we go to Bangkok after all?

- It’d be nice to meet your family. - They’d be so happy!

Good! I’ll sort out some tickets, then.

Hi, Inger, it’s me.

Listen, I’ll need you to take Anton again.

I’ve got a feeling it’ll be for a bit longer than normal.

Thanks for all you do. You don’t know how much I appreciate it.

Is it tomorrow already?

Not for hours. Go back to sleep.

...to get in here as fast as possible.

- Hi. - Hello. Are you Iris Broman?

Yes, I am, Gunnar.

Okay. You have a visitor.

Hello?

Are you the one investigating the body they found in the woods?

Yes.

It was me.

I killed him.

I did it.

So tell us what happened, from beginning to end.

I’d been out for a drink with some friends.

I was on my way home...

when this guy came at me out of nowhere.

I tried to get away...

but he ran after me.

So I hit him.

He must have been high or something, because he didn’t back down.

He was totally crazy.

No matter how many times I hit him, he just kept coming.

I had my hammer in my belt,

so I used that. In self-defense.

Then he was dead.

I panicked.

I took my car, drove him out to the woods and buried him.

Where had you been?

The Golden Bar.

I usually went there after work.

There’d always be a familiar face there.

Who was there that night?

I don’t recall.

Can you point to where you buried him?

Around there somewhere.

And where did you dump the bike?

What bike? There was no bike.

I’ll be right back.

Is this the guy you killed and buried in the woods?

No.

Who is that?

I’ve never seen him before.

The body isn’t Benjamin’s.

- Are we investigating two cases now? - As I’ve said all along.

We shouldn’t get hung up on it being Benjamin.

She’s made herself look a fool.

Interview terminated, 11:15 am.

I’ll be right back.

I’ve checked out all missing people

in the county. No circumstantial matches.

Then look in the neighboring provinces.

And we’ll have to press Forensics for an ID. We can’t wait any longer.

Not when we have someone confessing to a completely different murder.

He’s not just a mentally ill person seeking attention?

He could indicate exactly where the body was found.

Maybe he’s passed by and seen the cordons.

- Or joined Missing People yesterday. - True...

Excuse me.

So, am I the only one to be happy about a confession?

Hi, Adam. Can I call you back?

I’ll be quick. It’s about the kids that shot Christian.

We’ve arrested one of them.

The boy.

Hello? Iris, did you hear me?

We might have arrested Christian’s killer.