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LAST SEASON. The world's best homicide investigator, Evert Bäckström!

It's a Russian crime ring led by the "Tsar" and his henchman,

Boris Borovsky. They pulled off that armored car robbery.

- Star lawyer Tomas Eriksson! - Does that mean an arrest is imminent?

- Gurra? - This is Tina Bonde, my PR agent.

- Enjoying your evening, Detective? - Give me that and go to hell!

- Maybe this will grow and deepen. - Here's a key.

- What the hell do you want? - Either you'll get rich. Or you'll die.

Please forgive me.

Tine Bonde owed the Russians money so they used her to set you up.

It's all in there. This is the only copy, so take good care of it.

They were only supposed to bribe you. So am I to be punished?

- Or can I walk away? - Try, and you'll see.

When you really love someone, you let them go.

RUSSIA 1908 EASTER, HOLY SATURDAY

- Race you to the top! - It's a treasure hunt!

Come on, Alexei!

It's not here either!

Alexei! Alexei...

No, no, no...

- Alexei? - Alexei...

Alexei...

My son!

The suspect is said to be armed and aggressive...

- Tell me where to go! - Go right. Now!

Stop! In here.

- I told you to go right. - No, you said left.

Well, it's right this time. Unit 351210, we've arrived at the scene.

Proceed with caution, he's armed.

Police, drop the gun! Drop it! Drop...

- Bäckström?! - What are you two doing here?

- Don't move. - Hey, I'm a goddamn statue!

- Don't move! - It's Thomas Eriksson. He's dead.

The lawyer? Don't move, Bäckström!

- Hand over your gun, Bäckström! - No way in hell!

2 DAYS EARLIER

No way in hell! I mean no!

If Eriksson's on board, I'm out!

- And you can kiss your ratings goodbye. - I still don't get it.

- Why? - I won't work with a shady bastard!

Who spews dirty lies from the moment he opens his fat pig's eyes!

Viewers love this kind of banter!

For the record - I don't do "banter".

- You have a certain dynamic. - The problem is that there are two of us.

- He wants to be the only star. - There's no "problem".

- You know where I stand. - Guess I struck a nerve.

Narcissists can't take what they dish out.

Why don't you just order a short bus back to your office?

- Go back to paper-pushing. - Can't you hear how low he'll stoop?

- It's just that talking pig. - Let's simmer down...

- Hang on, Bäckström. - I have a fresh murder that can't wait.

Of course you do...

I'll grab a cab. Send Niemi over.

- And I'll give Ankan a call. - If it isn't "the Bäckström"!

- Hello... - What the hell are you doing here?

We're taping "Antique Dealers" Tomorrow's the season premiere.

Tina's helping out with public relations.

Good to see you again.

I've been thinking a lot...

Would you like to grab a coffee sometime?

Bäckström... Hi, I'm Tomas.

Listen, it's just a gig. Can't we be civil?

I'll pass on the coffee. I've had my fill of deceitful people.

Come here, we need to talk. I told you to drop her!

- She almost got me killed! - Still harping on about that?

She's left all that behind, she's legit now.

Why didn't you have her arrested?

Why did you let her go? Because you're still in love with her.

Dump her, or I'll dump you!

Hello, send over a taxi...

Bäckström! Bäckström! A quick comment please! Bäckström?

- Is it a murder? - Bäckström!

Sorry to waste your time, this is a clearcut case of suicide.

What a bummer, I expected to work.

The delivery person heard gunshot.

No one opened, so she called the police.

The door was locked from the inside, so they had to break in.

- Lobster for dinner! - Right...

The windows and the balcony door were all locked from the inside too.

Not much life at this party...

This poor guy shot himself with his own gun.

As you can see...

...he removed one sock to pull the trigger with his toe.

Tricky to manage with socks on.

Very tragic. He didn't even leave a suicide note.

- That's because he was murdered. - What?

Get on the ball. The guy lives alone,

but seems to have a busy social life.

And no one eats two lobsters. The table was set for two.

- So what? - He was expecting someone special.

Maybe he wanted to treat himself to a last meal.

Come on! You'd have that before you pulled the trigger!

Besides, he's left-footed.

Practically one-legged... The wear on his shoes is proof of that.

So our semi-smart killer was clever enough to stage a suicide,

but not clever enough to remove the correct sock.

What about the doors and windows?

The locked room is a classic scenario.

Just like jealousy is a classic motive.

- Isn't that so, Mr. Björk? - What?

If you ask me, the killer knew the victim.

My money's on a neighbor.

Who sees his wife make herself pretty for a night out with the girls.

Only Mr. Björk knew that his wife was cheating on him.

Sound carries in old buildings, you know.

So this time, he got there before her. He went upstairs and shot Romeo.

You bastard!

The delivery person heard shots, how did the killer leave?

It's simple: he didn't.

Let's see if there's a Jack in this box...

- Time to pop up, Mr. Björk. - What the...?!

See you later, Niemi.

He won't be needing this one now.

Bäckström?

- How about a comment? - How about a lobster?

- I'd prefer a quote. - I'll give you a front page.

Hot damn!

"Master detective solves case in 60 seconds"...

- Must be a new record. - Have your dad frame this.

Aren't you going to celebrate? "Enjoy the finer things in life"?

"Finer things"? No...

- You're not ill, are you? - No, fit as a fiddle!

I hit the gym 8 days a week.

Let's celebrate here. There's beer in the fridge.

There's soft drinks too. And potato chips.

- I solved a case in 60 seconds. - Goody. I'm going to see your buddy...

...Boris Borovsky.

- He's feeling better. - Then we'll celebrate on our own.

- Do me a favor... - Sure.

- Hold a pillow over that creep's face. - Absolutely.

Hello, Boris.

The junior crossword? Don't push yourself too hard.

Let's begin... I'm Annika Carlsson,

and I'm the officer in charge of of your case.

But you already know who I am.

And I know you tried to kill Evert Bäckström and...failed.

He wishes you a speedy recovery, by the way.

What I don't know is where your boss is.

The Tsar. But you do.

And you know that you risk a life sentence if you don't cooperate with me.

What you don't know is that I know all about Tina Bonde.

How you blackmailed her to get Bäckström.

So I'm considering putting pressure on her to get you.

But I'm giving you a chance to tell me what you know.

- What? - One thing I know...

...is that whoever lies...

...dies.

What do you mean?

Who's lying? Who's going to die?

Pinocchio! What did you tell them?

- Get out of the car. - I didn't say a thing.

- Don't lie to me, you... Get out! - It wasn't me!

- What did you tell them about Pinocchio? - Nothing.

- I told you never to lie! - I didn't say...

Is it so fucking hard to do? You fucking liar!

You bastard, you're getting me in trouble!

And you drive a butt-ugly car too!

Idiot...

The two of you make an adorable couple.

Likewise!

How's the book coming along, Eugene?

It's Eugene, like Eugene O'Neil.

- Right... - But your real name is Ronny.

I felt that prose began to limit me. Much like the name Ronny.

So I left prose and moved towards poetry.

- He writes love poems. - That's not quite right.

It's modern, more like spoken word.

- Rhythm and tone... - Smart move.

- Not as many words to keep track of. - Quality, not quantity.

That goes for love and art too.

Yes, you have to give it time.

Distilling the language is time-consuming.

- And do you also hunt down...killers? - I'm a police officer.

Yes, most people work, they can't live off their beloved partner.

- Was that directed at me? - It's no secret that you bankroll Eugene.

That's not fair, Annika. Why do you insist on spoiling occasions?

He does his artistic stuff and you provide the money.

Annika! Every time we get together...

- Let's calm down. - Sorry, Mom.

You support me, that's no secret.

But that's right now. After my book is published,

then maybe the tables have turned.

And Eugene will be treating you to a festive meal.

- Right... - You never know. Let's drink to that.

- And let's see some happy faces. - Cheers, sweetheart!

Looking forward to that.

- How did you meet? - At an armed-car robbery.

- Oh, in the middle of it all? - No, during the investigation.

Which is still open, because we didn't catch the ringleader.

But you caught each other, and you're adorable.

- Very adorable! - Right back at you.

So, how did you meet?

How does that concern me? That wasn't the plan...

It's dangerous.

But okay...

When? Now? Where do we meet?

Shit! Damn it!

It's Annika's birthday on Sunday.

- We'd like to throw her a surprise party. - That's perfect!

If I make the arrangements, could you invite her friends?

- I don't think she has that many... - I'll compose something.

Here she comes.

Sorry, I've got to go. I'll be right back.

- But... - It won't take long.

She put her jacket on. Does she smoke?

- There's something you've got to know. - I don't want to hear it!

Something I haven't told a soul. Hey, Tina! I need you! Please?

It's my life! Don't you understand? My whole damn life is on the line!

Goddamnit!

Top of the morning to you! Read and learn...

- Bäckström, we need to talk... - Have you seen this?

Keep up with current events, Toivonen. Been working out, Severin?

Oh, you're illiterate... Have Toivonen read it to you.

Here you go!

Starting to run out...

- Do you have a hangover? - A hangover?

Good morning, my little police buddies.

Like some fresh coffee?

What? What's the matter?

I'll have a cup. Black... As black as your conscience.

Here! The last copy, they sold out.

- Well, I bet you're tickled pink. - Not particularly.

Today's criminals are inferior. They don't put up much of a fight.

- Have anything juicy for me, Nadja? - Broken window, bag snatched.

Is that all? Nothing juicier?

- How did things go yesterday, Ankan? - Good. He's in better shape.

But there's not much more to say.

Sorry, no exciting murder cases.

- But Toivonen has something. - Speak of the Moomin!

Enough with the Alpha male act!

Good morning. An assault case near Drottningholm.

- I'd like our Boy Wonder to take it. - Right...

- "Baron Hans Ulrik von Comer." - A witness called it in.

The baron's a minor celebrity, pals with the King.

- And the assailant? - "A tall man".

- Better start with the baron. - This case is of no interest.

Not even to the victim, since he didn't report it himself.

- Which is interesting in itself. - Then you take it.

I know you look down on anything besides homicide,

but since it took place close to the Royal Residence, it's top priority.

The Security Police expect immediate action.

Would it be okay if I finished my coffee first?

- I can check. - Good, give them a call.

Top me up, let the Security Police wait.

Ankan, you seem to be on top of things...

Sorry, they want a Royalist, so keep your rubbish.

Ankan and I are like two peas in a pod.

- You'll do great! - Thank you.

Where are Olsson and Olzzon when we need them?

- I have no idea. - The witness was far away in the dark.

She couldn't have seen a fight. Maybe the boys were only kissing.

Write this off as "no crime committed", keep it out of our statistics.

- Did you read it? - I sure did.

- How are you doing, Niemi? - Why do you ask?

- Have you been cheating too? - What?

You haven't changed and there's fuzz from the office couch on your slacks.

And it looks like you've been crying.

I saw a toothbrush, but you haven't shaved.

Did the wife throw you out?

- It's not...what you think. - Of course it isn't.

- Take a shower and get some sleep. - Maybe I should.

That should cheer you up. And I've got some Valium for those jangled nerves.

I'm sure you know that you risk

a life sentence if you don't cooperate with me.

But you don't know that I know all about Tina Bonde.

Are you writing love poetry?

If you want to read me something sweet, I have a minute to spare.

- I'm sorry... - Sorry for...?

- For leaving like that. - Not for taking me to meet your mom?

Without telling me that you hate her. Which is a weird thing to do.

I just don't like the way she's always being used.

I'm so sick and tired of it.

It's okay.

Listen, I found out something sensitive

that might really hurt a certain person, and I'm not sure what to do.

Like, if you should tell them a white lie?

So you think your mother can handle the truth, but not Bäckström.

- I didn't say it was Bäckström. - See you later. Love you.

- There's something you need to know! - I don't want to hear it!

Tina, please! I need you!

- Keep on watching. - I'm watching...

- No, you're not. - I'm listening.

It's my life! Don't you get it? My whole damn life's on the line!

- What are you saying? - Either they're lovers...

...or Eriksson's involved with Tina and the Russians.

So that clown outsmarted me? Fat chance!

- So it's the first alternative. - There could be a third.

That she's his PR agent, the simplest explanation.

And the laziest conclusion too! You don't even believe that yourself.

- The golden rule: keep it simple. - Am I the only one trying to crack this?

- We need to interview Tina. - Forget it.

How can you call yourself a policeman? You haven't got a clue!

"Policeman"? I'm Chief Detective.

And the best homicide investigator in the world.

It's frustrating that you can't put away the Tsar.

But don't blame me or Tina for that.

All right. Then this is what we'll do.

There. You have the video and it's your call.

- Do the right thing. - I always do...

Tina would never get involved with Eriksson, not as a lover or a client.

- She has impeccable taste. - But they obviously know each other.

And they both want to keep that a secret.

She's certainly secretive.

Some people have two phones, for work and for personal business.

But Tina has three. A secret phone too. Maybe the secret phone is the key?

- Have you fired her yet? - No.

Good. Wait until after that launch party, because I'll be going.

- You will? Great. - We'll see about that. No thanks.

You're lying.

Honestly, I just need two days.

Honestly, I don't care what you need.

I think you do. Two days, and we'll be done with each other.

You see, I've got this thing going on...

Well, I hope this thing is not Pinocchio.

Excuse me, but I need to have a word.

What is this?

- Do you have an appointment? - No, that's why I barged in.

Sorry, you need to leave.

Like I said: I'll get back to you as soon as I can.

Well, well...

"To protect and to serve"...

That's LAPD, I'm afraid.

And Tomas, please, be a good little boy now.

- What was that...? - Good thing you're here!

The Swedish police credo, what is it? Is it "intrude and annoy"?

You...saw Tina Bonde yesterday.

I had a lot of meetings yesterday. And even more today. Get to the point.

This meeting ended with you pleading with her.

"It's my life! My life!"

Do you have anything concrete I can help you with?

No, I just want you to know what I saw and heard.

And now you want to know how much I saw and heard.

You're Bäckström's little gofer, aren't you? He sent you.

Why? Is he jealous?

Should he be?

I'm looking for a PR agent. Maybe you're game?

Because she wasn't, despite my pleas.

- Why is that? - I don't know. Ask her.

- Aren't you going to check that? - Later. Are we done?

- Maybe Tina changed her mind? - I doubt it.

I'll give you a hand...

Cute melody.

Was there a message?

Gee, this was good fun,

but now I need to...

- "Rectify". - What?

The Swedish Police credo: "Protect, help, and rectify". Not very catchy.

It's lovely.

- Your tickets. - Thank you, Jesper.

See you tomorrow.

- Get dressed, you're being remanded. - No one told me.

- I'm telling you now. - I'm still unwell...

Need me to dress you? You've got one minute.

- Why don't you date anymore? - Why don't you?

Maybe I do.

- Anyone special? - No... Yes.

- Her name is Sheila. - "Sheila"?

But we're more like friends.

So Sheila's not your "sheila", as the Aussies would say?

Being friends is good, keep it that way.

- You're better off that way. - Don't you miss Tina?

- I have you and Egon. - He doesn't do much, though.

No, he doesn't. Just keeps on swimming,

unaware of the evils of this world.

He doesn't care about the past, present or future.

Egon's a genius, I have a lot to learn from him.

How's this coming along? My hair will be gray before it dries.

- I think it's ready. - Really?

- Get your phone out. - And it lifts the fingerprints?

- Who are you going to hack? - A lady.

What's the next step?

Jeez! And it's ordinary glue?

You're a genius!

- Did you learn this at school? - No, from YouTube.

- Lots of stuff there. All kinds... - Yup. Yes.

- Pretty ladies? - Yes... No!

Ha-ha! Got you!

Hey...

How are you doing? Hey!

- Damn it! - What's going on?

He's convulsing! Pull over!

Shit...

How do you like "Antique Dealers"?

- Haven't seen the damn thing. - It will be a fantastic season.

Let them take their pictures and get this over with. Cheerio!

Terrible booze too...

- Tina... - I'm his PR consultant.

Hello.

Hi... I didn't know you'd be here.

- If I'd have known... - No need to apologize.

That's what I should do. I was too rough last time.

"Always act with dignity", like Eriksson says.

- You know the guy. - I can't say that I do.

Really?

Well, I've...

...been thinking about grabbing that cup of coffee.

It just slipped out. I understand if you don't...

- ...think it's nice? - Oh.

To me it sounds nice, I'd like to take you up on it.

Cheers! Though they aren't generous with the drinks...

Go ahead. I can hold your glass and wait.

Thank you. Excuse me.

- How's it going? - Great! Get me more whisky.

- Isn't it too early to celebrate? - There's nothing to celebrate!

Either she's sleeping with Eriksson, or they're both in bed with the Russians.

Both options stink.

- Get me some more whisky. - All right, all right...

He's in a jolly mood today, so good luck.

Boris!

- The prodigal son. - My Tsar, I let you down.

I failed.

- What did you tell them? - Nothing.

- Your reply comes quickly... - The truth requires no pondering.

All right...

You don't have a headache?

Everything's fine.

Then let us drink to the truth...

- And to freedom. - To Russia.

To Pinocchio.

Let's go, girls.

That's it. Other people are waiting. Thank you. See you in the crowd.

- Is it dry? - I don't know.

- Where's the glass? - Over there.

- I think she's about to leave. - Then get moving!

I'm depending on you. Fish that phone out of her bag.

Excuse me... Are you leaving already, Tina?

- Here, allow me... - Thanks.

For God's sake, watch where you're going!

Tina, are you all right?

Oh my God...

- I'll go get some napkins. - Please do...

Shame on you!

Here we go...

This is from the Stone Age! No fingerprint lock...

You're the cop, trace the number.

You blockhead! That would be pointless!

Gurra?

- Is that my phone? - Which one?

- The one you're hiding. - Yes, it's your phone.

- May I have it back? - After I get your PIN.

- Why? - Are you sleeping with Eriksson?

- You're drunk. - Are you screwing that bastard?

- I don't even know the guy! - That's interesting... Listen to this.

- You need to know something... - I don't want to hear it!

- It's not what you think. - How do you know what I think?

Either give me your PIN here, or at the police station.

- We're not having sex. My phone? - After you give me the PIN.

You're working with him.

You, Boris, the Russians, and that bastard Eriksson! Right?

Sneaking around, thinking you're so clever, that no one sees you.

I bet that bastard Eriksson planned the Russian ambush meant to kill me!

Evert...

Cat got your tongue? Give me the goddamn PIN!

2225.

Please! I no longer have anything to do with them.

And that's why Eriksson texted you at 19:55?

"Boris has escaped!" Explain that.

So it's you, Boris, the Russians, and that bastard Eriksson!

Go to hell. Don't you touch me!

I'm going to murder that bastard!

- I'm going to kill him! - And so Bäckström stormed out...

Shit...

Eriksson!

Eriksson! Open the goddamn door!

Open up, you bastard!

What the hell?

Eriksson? Time to die!

Eriksson!

Eriksson!

Tomas...

What the hell did you do?

Well, what do you know? One for the road.

What the hell?

One...

Two...

Three...

Four.

Police! Drop the gun!

What are you doing here?

- It's Tomas Eriksson, he's dead. - The lawyer?

- Don't move! - I'm a goddamn statue!

- Hand over the gun. - No fucking way.

There might be prints on it.

Can't have you messing up evidence with your greasy little fingers.

Damn it!

Put the guns away, boys. Call Niemi and Ankan, we've got a case to solve.

- Maybe you shot him? - There's no gunshot wound on him.

That's true.

And if I wanted to kill someone, I'd make sure you couldn't figure it out.

You two knuckleheads in particular. Cordon off the area and let's get to work.

You call in and I'll cordon off the area.

- Like some coffee? - That's a good idea.

- Want me to take that? - Hell no, it's mine.

Alexei?!

Alexei! No!

It was that music box. That cursed Pinocchio!

- Dear boy! - Remove that bewitched Italian toy!

Do as I say! Destroy it. It's cursed. God has punished us.

Alexei...

My son!