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No. If you include Eriksson, forget me.

- Why? - I won't work with a criminal shithead.

- Hello. - What are you doing here?

- She tried to have me killed! - Why didn't you put her away?

Because you still love her.

They're in a relationship, or Eriksson's in collusion with Tina and the Russians.

This is about my life! My whole fucking life, goddammit!

- That's not what you think. - If you're having sex, you're colluding.

I'm going to kill that bastard!

- What the hell did you say? - Nothing!

Fucking liar! Fuck!

Whoever lies...

...dies.

- What's happened? - Can you give us a comment?

It's hard to answer when you're all talking!

Can you tell us whether Tomas Eriksson has been murdered?

I can't answer that, but an investigation is under way.

It's being led by Chief inspector Evert Bäckström. We have full confidence in him.

- Is that it? - Please, can you give us more?

Can you give us a short comment?

- Oh, shit. - Christ, Niemi.

Sorry, sorry...

Four empty cartridges in the gun, but only three bullets found.

So where's the fourth bullet?

- They ate ice-cream here. - And someone pissed on the sofa.

One thing we know is that he was subjected to an aggravated assault.

But no ice cream was eaten. Right, Ankan? The spoons are clean.

Eriksson came from the kitchen with ice cream for his guest.

A man, around 1.80 meters, fit, hits and kills him.

The cause of death was most probably strangling.

Then he strangled him after the assault.

That doesn't fit the blood pattern.

They happened after the assault.

He got up, to take care of his injuries.

- A plaster if your whole face is bleeding? - He was interrupted.

By the perp who shot...

Why would the perpetrator let him get up to fetch a plaster and then start shooting?

Was this before or after the ice cream?

- After, of course. - After?

Or before. Sorry, before, I mean. In...

Before the assault, but after the ice cream.

What we know is that he was hit and ended up here.

- Then he ended up here again. - In exactly the same spot?

Was he hit then shot or the other way around?

- Why'd the murderer leave the gun here? - Why'd he give him ice cream?

And the piss on the sofa. I don't get it.

Poor little master detective. Can't you get all the clues to fit?

You can shut up.

This case will bring you down.

Finally everyone will see what a miserable little failure of a policeman you are.

You can shut up, I said!

What was that?

Evert?

We found another dead body. I think you should see this.

There's literally a body buried here.

Have you thought of going into stand-up? You're a funny guy!

- Any more one-liners? - No.

Seems to have the same workover as Eriksson.

I'll have to get some people here.

- You have a good eye, Kristian. - You think so?

- Yeah. - Thanks.

- "You have a good eye, Kristian." You hear? - I agree.

What?

Fit, 1.80m. Sounds like Boris.

Yeah, it sounds like Boris and a billion other men.

But it was only Boris who escaped last night.

If you want to fixate on Boris, go to the hospital and start sniffing around there.

We know Eriksson was involved with the Russians. Something life-threatening.

I know you want it to be the Russians, but shouldn't we find a clue that indicates that?

What do you think it indicates?

What the hell is this?

Van Comer, that's the King's buddy who was beaten up in Drottningholm.

- Blood. - I'd call that a clue.

But you've destroyed the evidence. You thumbed the magazine.

I haven't destroyed anything, I'm wearing gloves.

Oh, for Christ's sake! Niemi!

- You can't doze on the job! Here. - Sorry.

- Something to keep you busy. - Sorry, I...

- I've been sleeping badly lately. - Since your wife threw you out?

- Don't you have anywhere to stay? - You can stay at my place.

Oh, that's nice of you.

I'm not sure. I'm running a murder investigation, I need everyone alert.

Of course.

There's a piece of the puzzle here. If we find it, we solve it.

We found dark hair strands and footprints in the flower bed.

You see, there's work to do. Get going!

- Bäckström! - Well, look who's here!

You're removed from the investigation. You threatened Tomas Eriksson yesterday.

The patrol that came here found you holding a weapon.

- This is stupid. - You give me no choice.

Seriously, with the information you have why'd you wait so long to shut me down?

- Carlsson, you take over. - Good. Seal the house until I'm reinstated.

No, continue.

Isn't it better to go around knocking on doors before people go to work?

Maybe someone should be sent to Eriksson's office before his colleagues empty it?

- It's not for you to decide. - Then, you know what?

I'll leave those decisions to Ankan, because I totally trust her to do the right thing.

Whoopee, Toivonen...

Seal the crime scene. Olzzon, you lead door knocking and I'll go to Eriksson's office.

Whoopee...

- Hi. - Sit down, my friend.

I'm fine. What do you know about scrap dealer and royal friend von Comer?

Well, I know, for example, that he isn't the King's buddy anymore.

- No? So, he's frozen out? - Yes.

He gossiped to a journalist about the King's coffee habits.

- But he's found a new way into the palace. - Right...

- Find out what and I'll pick up the bill. - Thanks!

I'll have that, thank you. I need this, I had a late night.

- I see that. You look a bit haggard. - Thanks. He doesn't need any more.

Another, thanks.

We're outside his house where we can confirm

that it is the celebrated lawyer, Tomas Eriksson, that was found...

That was a bit wrong. It should be the "notorious lawyer".

I could do that report on the assault of von Comer at Drottningholm.

- Toivonen took that case. - Tomas Eriksson was a courageous lawyer.

A lovely person who'll leaves a large vacuum behind him.

Christ, it's just sentimental nonsense. Turn it off, Nadja.

- Go buy a cake so we can celebrate. - What? Am I your errand-boy?

- No, an errand-girl. With extra marzipan. - Okay, just this once.

Hi. I thought I could have a look at that security police case.

- With this von...what's-his-name? - Von Comer?

- Right. - What about the unreliable witness?

Should I just twiddle my thumbs when serious things happen to the Head of State?

Really, I should remove you from service.

Really, Toivonen, you know it wasn't me.

- The body was cold when I got there and... - You would've killed him in a smarter way.

Yeah... But still, a police officer can't threaten to kill people.

It's especially complicated when the person in question dies.

- What the hell happened? - The asshole tried to steal my TV program!

Okay. Here. And Bäckström, be discreet.

- Yes, always. - No, seriously.

Of course.

Hi, Kristin, it's... Call me when you get this, please. I...

- Hey, Casanova? - What?

Did you send the catalogue for a DNA test?

Yeah, of course. They said they'd hurry up.

Good. Soon you'll get another sample to match.

- Really, who's? - Probably the murderer's.

It's an esteemed and well-loved colleague

who's left us far too soon. The way it happened is awful.

Of course, we all hope the police find those responsible as soon as possible.

- Do you know whether he had any enemies? - I won't comment on that.

Thank you for your time.

- Yes? - Chief inspector Evert Bäckström.

- What do you want? - We can start with a cup of coffee.

Wait a bit. Excuse me! It's not the best time...

Look there, coffee! Wonderful. It's still hot, I hope?

Well, isn't it nice for you that Tomas Eriksson finally passed away.

Really? I don't know anything about that.

I mean, it leaves me relatively unmoved

bearing in mind all the unpleasantness in the world.

It must have been especially unpleasant the other evening.

- When Eriksson threatened to kill you. - But I haven't seen Tomas in ages!

No? No, no...

- And that business on your forehead? - That was my bicycle misbehaving.

I saw a Bentley outside, but no disobedient bicycle.

No. The monstrosity has given up the ghost. The bicycle, that is.

But if you've had a powerful blow like that, you may be concussed.

No, I don't think so.

Yes, you could experience visual disorders and all kinds of things.

Could I look at your pupils?

Be careful with that, it's Rörstrand, late '40s.

Right. Let's see. I heard you're in with the King again.

Anything to do with Tomas Eriksson whom you met last night?

- I was here all on my own! - Don't bullshit me, little man!

- You were at Eriksson's. - No.

Don't lie to me. I see your pupils expand when you lie.

- That's my coffee. - No, it's mine.

- Your coffee is there. - No, I had the chipped cup.

I know that for certain.

Well, whatever. It was quite thin anyway. Hold this.

Now I'm going to ask you, Earl Hans Ulrik von Comer...

- Baron, actually. - Baron, that may well be.

Perhaps not much longer if you keep things from me.

It'll make you feel ill. My father always said a plaster is best removed with a tear!

There you are. And the wound will get some fresh air as well.

Thanks for the coffee.

I've nothing against people getting pets,

but the creature that moved in with Eriksson six months ago...

It turned the neighborhood upside down.

You talk of the neighborhood, but only you've complained.

It's always been like that. People tell me and expect I'll take it further.

Like a little sheriff?

It's really unfortunate having to have that role.

At any rate, I've noted here every time Tomas had a visitor.

Date and time. Every time the dog barked and woke Madeleine here.

I'd also thought of using that in court as evidence.

As evidence? In court?

I told Tomas several times, "We have to end this. This has to end."

- Now it has. - But in an unfortunate way.

- Not like I'd hoped, really not. - Did you see anyone come yesterday?

What did I write? 16:38 it was...

There was a guy here who moved a cardboard box from his BMW, which was badly parked.

- Oh, with a cardboard box? - Yes.

- What was in the box? - It was closed, so I couldn't see...

Did you see what he looked like?

Short brown hair, 30s, Swedish, 1.80m, relatively fit.

- It sounds like Bäckström's description. - Olsson has something to say.

Hello? This is Olsson.

- Hello. - Hello. How is...? Is everything okay?

Everything's fine. What's on your mind?

Well, I thought that we should check out this neighbor really carefully.

It could be an argument about the dog that got out of control.

About the dog? Great, check it out.

Good, really good. So, I'll keep an eye on the neighbor.

So... Otherwise, is everything okay?

I'm getting into a lift, so it might cut out.

- Stay well, then. - Of course. Bye, bye...

It's so sad that Tomas will no longer come to the office.

With his energy and his bad jokes...

Like the one about the elephant who had cystitis at an EU meeting...

It's especially sad as I think we've seen a light-hearted and happier Tomas.

I'd like to suggest a minute of silence for our friend and colleague.

Let's close our eyes and...

- Hello, what are you doing? - I'm with the police.

- That doesn't help here. - I'm doing a search.

An extended house search isn't applicable without special cause.

Did someone sleep in law school? You'll have to read up.

Read the Code of Judicial Procedure chapters 27, 28 and especially 28:1.

You seem happy. I'll be back when I find an article tougher than yours.

- Sounds good. Be seeing you. - Take care. Bye.

- Have you been travelling? - Paris. I just arrived by plane.

- So you just heard what happened? - No, they called this morning, so...

I understand. Do you also have a German Shepherd?

A dead German Shepherd was found in Eriksson's garden.

Ferdinand? Is he...?

Was he your dog?

Rather, yeah...

Tomas took care of him when I was away.

But he was more than a dog-sitter, wasn't he?

The others don't know about it. We kept it to ourselves.

We'll need to take your DNA.

We'll probably find traces of you in his house, right?

I've...more or less lived there the past six months, so yes.

You and Ferdinand?

Tomas was crazy about him.

He could play with him for hours and go for walks in the forest...

- It's not really the image I have of him. - No...

People just think of him as the macho guy, the tough, dangerous, famous lawyer.

But really he was sensitive and vulnerable.

I asked him why he cultivated that gangster image.

- What did he say? - That he wasn't the Volvo and villa type.

- That's why it was ending. - You wanted the Volvo and the villa?

I wanted a life outside of work.

People seem to want that...

Do you know whether Tomas was expecting a visit yesterday?

A blue BMW was seen outside Tomas Eriksson's house.

A man in his 30s, fit...

It could be Martin.

- Martin? - My brother, or foster brother.

He works here as a jack-of-all-trades and personal trainer for employees.

- Where can I find him? - At the gym, I guess.

- He isn't under suspicion, is he? - Should he should be?

- No. - Well, then.

It's just you'll find him in your records.

When we were little we had...

...quite a tough upbringing and Martin went a bit astray.

- He's the nicest, most loyal person I know. - Like a dog.

Okay, come on!

Come on, Lena! Good, nice!

- All the way! Yes! - Turn it off!

Turn it off! You have hearing issues?

- Martin Hansen? Let's go to the station. - What for?

- We'll talk there. Come on. - We have a class...

- They can just improvise. - It looks really bad if I just leave.

Would it look better if I cuffed you and told them you have a record?

- That was years ago. - Show you've learned something.

- Do as I say. - Okay, but you don't have to be nasty.

- Can you take over? - Sure.

Okay, Gold Gang, see you on Thursday. Go for it! Yes!

Bye. We'll continue with jumping jacks.

Bäckström?

Move on otherwise I'll report you for unlawful entry, the lot of you!

Two words on star lawyer Eriksson's death?

Star lawyer? You pulled out all the stops. He was a common damn gangster!

People feel they've lost a champion of justice. You don't?

He fished in murky waters and paid the price.

- You mean it's his own fault he's dead? - That's exactly what I mean!

When a shithead like that dies, there's no reason to shed a tear.

- Can I quote you on that? - Go ahead.

Oh, shit!

- What are you doing here? - You said I could crash here.

- Right, yeah. I'd suppressed that. - Okay.

- Didn't realize you were such a Don Juan! - I'm not. Kristin is just so damn jealous.

Don't drag me into your domestic problems, I'm not interested.

Sorry. I just thought you'd like to know what it's all about.

There's no point unpacking and hanging up your crap. You won't stay long.

No, okay.

You can take the sofa, Niemi. But you make it yourself...

Hey, Edvin. What's that painting he has there?

When he was little he found a murdered girl in the woods.

- Sally... - He's tried to solve the case since.

So..."Sally" is his only unsolved case?

How old was she?

- She was eleven. - I'll be damned.

The same as my daughter, Alice.

And you, Bäckström, how old were you?

He was nine.

- First at the scene. Any suspects? - I don't know.

What about the forensic examination? Did it reveal anything?

Well, there wasn't DNA at the time. But there was a precision we've lost today.

Which is terrible.

Sally! Sally!

Sally?

Were there visible injuries on the body that indicated cause of death?

How long had she been dead?

Niemi? Isn't it better you fix that DNA test?

Instead of doing some quick fix on a case I've worked on for over 40 years.

Sorry.

Good you gave Egon something, he needs it.

My goal is to have my own gym, but... It's a sweaty industry.

So I make some money on the side as a driver for Tomas' law firm.

And it was your foster sister, Sanna Svärd, who arranged that?

- So you started without me? - And I'll continue without you.

Sorry, go on.

Yesterday I picked up a box at Tomas' summer place and brought it to his house.

- Do you know what was in it? - Russian icons from the mid-1600s.

So you're not only a personal trainer and a driver, you're also an art historian?

Right, no... Tomas took them out and told me about them.

You know why he told you? Did he say what they were for?

No.

- How many icons were there? - Three or four.

- Okay. Did it contain anything else? - What?

- The box. - Right... No. Not that I saw.

- What did you do after you were there? - I had dinner.

- Alone? - Yeah, I'm single, so...

Shit, sorry, it sounded like I was flirting. I'd never... I mean...

It's not that you... You're really pretty... I mean, I...

- I'd never do that in an interrogation. - You can calm down, it's not illegal.

- So you were alone all evening? - No, I picked up Cornelius at the office.

We were at the gym between eight and ten.

He's got like the shaking illness... Parkinson's.

I help him.

- Can you ask about him? - I was just going to.

Good.

- Right... - Is that an interrogation technique?

- That he knocks and interrupts? - No. You thought so?

But that's the kind of thing you learn, right?

I'd really love to be a cop, but it's not possible with my record.

- It's not as much fun as you think. - Isn't it?

A bit... Do you recognize this man?

- No. - Does the name von Comer ring a bell?

- It's noble, right? - Yeah, exactly.

- High nobility, right? - It doesn't mean anything else?

- German, right? - We know that. Thanks.

We have to retain Martin and take a DNA swab.

I don't get any killer vibes, though.

But von Comer and Eriksson fought a few nights before.

Perhaps about Russian art.

Which then turned up at the crime scene the night of the murder.

- Maybe. - No, let's have some cake.

- What are we celebrating? - Let's celebrate Eriksson's death.

Really, Evert...

One more name has to go on the list. I know you won't like it, but Tina Bonde.

You don't seriously mean that she assaulted and murdered Eriksson?

No, but they met the night before. And we both know she has a link to the Tsar.

- How do you link the Tsar to the murder? - Russian art.

Then you have to link the Russian people to the murder. How many billion is that?

Von Comer is an art dealer. There's a logical connection.

Has Miss Chief Investigator called the Olsson brothers at the scene?

- To see if the box is still there? - I was just going to do that.

I thought so.

How's the puzzle coming along?

Pretty well, I'd say.

Cake?

It's not my thing. Do you have ice cream?

We're pretty much out.

This here...doesn't look good.

The price of being on top.

You'll be down soon.

Of course. We'll check it out.

Well, have a nice evening. Bye.

- It was Ankan. - "Have a nice evening"?

You can say that. What, you can! Right?

- Yeah. - I could have said the same to you.

I googled neighborhood quarrels.

A guy shot and killed his neighbor because he mowed the lawn too late at night.

Replace lawnmower with barking dog. What do you get?

Stop! Police!

- Go! - Fuck, fuck, fuck...!

- Stop! Stop! - Fuck!

- Come on, stop! - Stop! Get up!

- Calm down. - Okay!

Didn't you hear my colleague shouting at you to stop?

Didn't you hear? Let's see your bag.

What, the beer was just sitting there!

Do you usually sneak around over there stealing beer?

- Only when the dog's not there. - I hope you learned a lesson.

It's too bad, but it'll be a beer-free party tonight.

- Get out of here now. Cycle carefully. - Cycle carefully.

- Good work. - Nice tackle. Did you see how they flew?

They didn't find icons or a box.

But we have a possible motive.

And a probable perpetrator who murdered Eriksson for the art's sake.

- Von Comer. - Yeah.

Or Tina Bonde.

Evert? Sorry, did I startle you?

No... Not at all.

I thought I'd call on you. Before you call on me.

- And why on earth would I call on you? - You think I'm involved with Eriksson.

- Yeah. Are you? - No.

But if you take me in for interrogation, it'll hurt me.

But maybe you want that? For me to get into trouble?

That's what'll happen the second the Tsar knows I spoke to you.

- What have you got to tell me? - Nothing, I said...

- Hans Ulrik von Comer, do you know him? - I don't know who that is!

I'm of no interest at all to your investigation.

Or to you.

No... You finally said something that's the truth.

Goodbye, then.

- Hello. - Hi.

We were wondering if you could come by for a meeting here at 11?

Is it about a replacement for Eriksson? Do we even need anyone?

- We'll go through that at 11. - Good. Okay.

He's coming.

Surveillance video from the gym confirms Martin and Cornelius were there

between 20:04 and 22:02.

According to Cornelius, Martin drove him home.

But we can't exclude them until we know what time he died.

This applies to you, Bäckström. As a suspect, you can't be here.

- Here's the threshold. - Here's balm for the wound!

Right... Von Comer's DNA matches the blood on the art catalogue.

- Niemi... - From Eriksson's murder scene?

Exactly. Now we know von Comer was assaulted by Eriksson before his murder.

That's why you took on the assault. Because of the link?

Not at all. However, I solved a case which was your responsibility in 15 minutes!

It happened to spill over pointing to von Comer as the principal suspect.

Right, that's it. Thanks for everything.

Close the door behind you.

Did you find a link between Eriksson and von Comer?

No, but I did find out how von Comer and the King made up again.

Right... That's what you've got for me? Court gossip?

He's apparently about to repatriate a Russian object d'art that belonged to our King.

- Let me guess. Icons? - No.

A toy.

- A toy? - Yes. Worth 300 million.

- Right. Not more? - A figurine of enameled gold.

That depicts the fairy-tale figure of Pinocchio.

An exquisite little thing, and when you...

When you press it, the nose comes out and it plays a little tune.

- How did you know that? - Because it's at Eriksson's.

- At Eriksson's? - And only we know about it.

- Reflect on that. - I will...

We have an answer. Eriksson was strangled between 20:30 and 21:30.

Martin Hansen was with Cornelius.

Right. And I was at an event with G Gurra here. May I present my alibi?

- G Gurra. - Hi.

Then I'm chief investigator again.

And to behave like one you must bring in you-know-who for interrogation.

Yes, but Ankan, you-know-who is a dead-end. Believe me.

- It doesn't matter. We need facts. - Exactly.

I'll go to the crime scene and look for hidden bits of the puzzle.

- The rest can wait. - I'll come with you.

Ankan? They're asking at the hospital how long Boris' room should be cordoned off.

Until I'm able to go there.

You three do the garden, I'll go inside.

Two is enough. The murder took place inside.

Go ahead. Or I will, I'm the boss.

- You do the kitchen. - We already checked it.

You probably missed something. Do the kitchen!

What the hell?

What are you doing?

- I'm just... Did you find anything? - No.

But you seem to have found something. Maybe it's a bit early?

I wouldn't drink this rat poison if you paid me. Anything else?

You tell me...

Is it gone? Did you want to take it yourself?

And then someone beat you to it.

Disappointing...

Why do you think something's missing?

Who said anything's missing? I asked a simple question.

The door has been locked and sealed the whole time.

Except when we looked for the box.

We just broke the seal.

But those beer thieves appeared and we ran after them.

- Stop! - Police!

Wait!

I have to take this.

We can't wait, we have to go out with a press release.

Are you in such a hurry to find a co-host?

We hereby inform you that we're terminating our contract with you.

Why?

We were forced to take this decision after the grave utterance

you made yesterday about a deceased colleague.

- I just said the damn truth! - We'll also inform you in writing.

And you can shove that letter up where the sun doesn't shine!

You lard-assed bitch!

Fucking washed up bastard!

Let's call G.W.

- You got fired from Most Wanted ? - Forget it.

He got fired. I'm not surprised, the internet blew up after what he said about Eriksson.

But you'll sort that out. You'll be like a poodle on its back with, like...

- Who asked you? - Olsson...

No, just be quiet. Quiet!

You bastard!

- Where are you going? - To arrest a murderer and a damn thief.

- And you? - Do something I should've done long ago.

You don't need help, do you? No...

She's direct. I like that in girls...women!

I see that. How about doing some work?

Let's check out that psycho neighbor.

- Right, that's good. - Thanks.

Jesus!

- Call for an ambulance! - Hello? We need an ambulance.

We're on Lovö.

He went that way!

- Hello. Annika Carlsson from the police. - Hello.

I'm investigating the murder of an acquaintance of yours. Tomas Eriksson.

Do you have a license for that?

I do.

Why are you carrying a Ruger?

- I shoot competitively. - When's your next competition?

But it's good to have if you're scared of something, or someone. If you should be.

- Are you scared of something? - Is this an interrogation?

No, but it could be. If you don't tell me all you know.

- Tell me what you want to know. - We have a mutual friend who's damn smart.

But who was duped and humiliated by a calculating person when he was weakest.

- But he won't take revenge on that person. - So you will?

Of course, with pleasure. And perhaps I will.

Pinocchio.

Everything's about...Pinocchio.

- Pinocchio from the fairy-tale? - That's all I have.

Any comment about being kicked off Most Wanted ?

Forget about TV, we have a dead person here.

You made a statement about Tomas Eriksson.

That's true and I've had reason to think about that so I'll try and clarify.

When this investigation is over we'll see who's standing as the true hero,

and who's the buried, worm-eaten villain he is.

Whoever lies, dies.