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"Give us Pinocchio or die."

- I want you to contact the Tsar. - I'll lose everything.

- I'll be dead by 8 o'clock. - So Dubrovnik will lead you to the seller.

And you will steal Pinocchio in some clever way?

There you are, my little friend.

Shit!

He doesn't give a damn! He doesn't take you seriously!

No!

Edvin!

Edvin!

E... Edvin!

Oh, my God! Edvin!

Edvin!

For God's sake... Edvin?

Chief! Chief?

Chief Inspector!

- I thought you were in here, Edvin. - No, we were at my place.

- Egon's dead! - What?

- Egon's dead! - Oh, shit...

I'm sorry. I should have brought him upstairs.

That was one hell of a blast! What happened? Oh, my God...

- I'm sorry! - Don't worry about the damn fish.

- I'm sorry... - Don't apologize. Please don't.

It's all my fault, okay?

Look at me, kid - I'm to blame.

Goddamnit it... It's all my fault.

- Bäckström, what's going on? - Any comments?

Evert?

- Where can I take you? - To a hotel.

Bäckström? Could you confirm that you were the intended target?

Too bad I didn't die so you could really lick those hyena lips of yours.

- That's not what I meant... - Goodbye!

Go!

- What are you waiting for? - The truth.

What the hell happened yesterday? You just took off!

- My battery died. - Oh, really?

I saw a car leave and I tried to follow it.

But I lost him, okay.

And then your apartment just happens to get blown up?

I think the Russians want me dead. To get revenge.

I'm not safe, Ankan. Could...

I'd be grateful if we could get moving.

For God's sake, Ankan! We need to help each other out.

Trust each other. We're a team, you and I.

I'm scared to death right now.

- That's the naked truth. - Don't mess with me.

I'll fucking kill you.

- Dealing with stolen Russian art... - That's absurd.

I was out on a pleasant drive, when this gentleman attacked me.

And drove off with my car. And my hat!

And your phone.

- You have nothing. - We do. We have this. Also Illegal.

- Which you bought from Gurra. - It's just a bootleg. So fine me!

No, 'cause I think it's just the tip of the iceberg.

This could be a very long and very painstaking investigation.

We'll go through all of your dealings. It will take years.

- Or...? - Or you co-operate.

Who gave you the phone? Was it the seller of the Russian icons?

Icons? Don't you mean Pinocchio?

Pinocchio? Is that the name of the seller?

No, it's what he was selling.

The music box!

Well, this is confusing...

- What are you talking about? - The Fabergé music box.

- It's priceless. - A priceless music box?

In the shape of Pinocchio.

No bigger than...a bottle.

And when the music plays, the nose...

It all adds up. That's the melody from the threatening texts.

And... Why...?

They wanted to get hold of a music box!

And the seller? Who was that?

Well, Eriksson at first, of course.

And then someone else, I don't know who, but...

- But what? - The asking price was exactly the same.

And so was the way it was organized, so I assumed there was an accomplice.

Von Comer? But he's dead.

What about the driver, the young lad? What was his name?

Martin? But he's in a coma, and he has an alibi for the night of the murder.

- Through Cornelius. - Oh, yes...

The elderly gentleman from the firm, was it him?

We'll have a word with him. Excuse me.

It's Nike.

Hi...

- What brings you here? - Mom's bike, I want to pick it up.

- I thought maybe you could help me. - Oh, sure.

Listen, did Eriksson... Did your father ever mention a Cornelius?

Yes... Only he didn't call him Cornelius.

So what did he say?

"Horny Corny".

- "Horny Corny"? - It's a joke.

Niemi?

Niemi?

I need to ask you something. Wasn't it so that you didn't cheat,

you were just covering for someone else?

That's amazing, I didn't think you listened to my moaning.

But that's right, it was Fernandez over at Forensics who was cheating,

and he asked me to give him an alibi. We were going to play padel,

but I went for a beer instead, which was stupid...

- Get to the point, Niemi. - Kristin thought I was cheating on her.

And you didn't want to throw Fernandez under the bus?

- That makes you a damn fine friend! - I'm changing the subject here...

Your place is trashed, so you're welcome to stay with us.

You can sleep on our couch.

- I mean it! - That's very kind of you.

Give my best to your wife and the kids.

At 7:55 PM, Cornelius and Martin enter the gym.

And...

They leave at 10:10 PM. That's very interesting...

Olsson, I think you're actually a very nice fellow, deep down.

Thank you...

Are you checking out guys?

Any hotties?

Is it okay if I'm just a straight police officer

who is a conventional, dorky Swede?

- Is that allowed? - Sure. If it's true.

Nope, didn't feel a thing.

Unfortunately.

- Here... - Thank you.

- I heard the funeral was tomorrow. - Mom won't let me go.

What should I do? I have no one to talk to.

You've got to follow your heart.

I want to say goodbye to my dad.

- But I can't bear to go there alone. - I'd have gone with you, but...

...I need to find Tomas' killer. That will be closure for me.

And I think you need closure too.

I'm just so sick of all the lies...

Pinocchio = Music box

It adds up! That's the melody from the threatening texts.

It was the music box they were after.

Pinocchio... it's all about Pinocchio.

It's priceless! No bigger than a bottle.

It was the music box they were after!

Whoever lies, dies.

- You're not going to die! - The Russians are trying to kill me.

It adds up. That's the melody from the threatening texts.

- Whoever lies, dies. - It's the music box they were after.

I'm scared to death, and that's the naked truth.

You bastard!

- No cameras inside? - No, none.

Integrity issues, and all that.

This is from the 8th.

- Scroll to 8 PM... - Okay.

Could you hurry up? This is a life-and-death matter.

Those bastards!

Gotcha, Horny Corny!

Time to squeeze the truth out of the old fart!

If that's the way you want it.

I have a few tough questions for you...

- Good of you to fit us in. - That goes without saying.

- A breakthrough, perhaps? - Your alibi doesn't hold up.

So did you and Martin kill Erikson

to get hold of a music box worth 270 million kronor?

Sorry, I don't quite follow all this...

- She's barking up the wrong tree again. - Excuse me!

Hang on. Cornelius, you are probably not a murderer,

but you are a ladykiller.

When Martin took you to the gym, you snuck out the back door

and he drove you to your amorous workout.

You may not know what he did while he was waiting for you,

but you had to give him an alibi for the night of Erikson's murder,

in order to keep your own secret. Isn't that right, "Horny Corny"?

Yes... He would take me to see Eivor, my mistress.

And he'd pick me up when we were done.

- I assume that Eivor can confirm this. - Yes. Here's a photo of her.

I like younger women. Who are feisty.

But Eivor doesn't look terribly young.

She's three years younger than my wife.

It's her little sister.

Unfortunately, this makes Martin a probable killer.

Martin? No, no, no! No way!

Martin has a heart of gold.

- We're closing in. - Yeah. Awesome teamwork.

- Good diversion there... - Wasn't it?

- Good move to scare him first. - Thank you.

- Hope we keep this up, in our little team. - What do you mean?

That I can help out occasionally, like a maid.

An assistant you can dispose of.

- You call all the shots, isn't that dandy? - Don't pout.

What the hell? We have a murder case to solve.

Can we quibble tomorrow?

- Give me your phone. - Press the elevator button for help.

Have you been getting those texts?

That's why your home was bombed, because the Russians want Pinocchio.

You screwed up our stakeout of Dubrovnik...

- Because you wanted Pinocchio! - We seem to be running out of air.

Give me your phone, you moron!

- Give it to me! - Hey! Cool it!

- Then I'll take it! - No way!

- Give it to me! - Simmer down!

Hurry up!

- Here. - Unlock it.

There you go.

Yes, I lied!

A little... Big deal!

We could have caught the killer already.

My life was at stake. That death threat - remember?

How long have you known about Pinocchio?

You saw it at Erikson's house, didn't you? In the whiskey box.

That's why you hurried back later on, to get it.

Only it was gone. And ever since...

...you've been lying, just to get your hands on Pinocchio and the money!

The truth is, that you're just as disgustingly corrupt as Eriksson!

- Don't speak ill of the dead. - You're not dead yet.

Let me have my phone back.

"We've got a murder to solve, let's quibble tomorrow."

Hello, Martin. It's Annika.

I just want to say that I'm so sorry that I...

That I didn't get there in time.

Ankan, cut to the chase.

Cornelius told us everything.

Which means you don't have an alibi for the night of the murder.

Do you realize what that means?

- What's the point? He's a vegetable. - Wait...

Is there anything you'd like to tell us

about Eriksson's death?

Martin? Martin... You can hear me.

Blink once for yes and twice for no.

Okay...

You took Cornelius to see his mistress.

Did you go to Eriksson's place afterwards?

Alone?

Did you kill Eriksson?

Yes.

Did you go there to take Pinocchio?

Did you find it?

- Are you working with someone? - Who took Pinocchio?

- Hey! Wake up! - What's wrong with you?

Martin?

It's 8:45 by the time Martin arrives.

When Eriksson and Nike would be at that concert.

So Martin must have been floored

when he found Eriksson at home.

A struggle ensued and he killed Eriksson.

And then he started looking around.

I have a hard time picturing this, it doesn't sound like Martin.

This trail of blood leading to the study bothers me.

The Finns beat Eriksson up.

Why didn't he stuff cotton in his nose? Or clean up the mess?

Maybe he didn't have time? What if he was still unconscious?

- And that's when Martin walks in. - Hello? Anybody home?

Tomas?

What if he thought Eriksson was dead, just like Blåfield did?

He calls a pay-as-you-go phone around that time.

His accomplice.

He's dead. Tomas is dead.

What the hell should I do? I should...

Okay, but the box isn't here.

Okay...

Where? Okay.

- Shit, it's not here! - And that's when Eriksson comes to.

Which explains the blood on the stairs.

What are you doing?

Taking my Pinocchio?

- Let go of me! - Who are you talking to?

- Who? - No! Let go of me!

Let go! Let go of me!

He panicked and killed Tomas.

He leaves in a hurry, shocked.

Without Pinocchio.

Then you find the body.

While helping yourself to the whisky, you find Pinocchio.

- But you're too drunk to realize... - Hey.

Martin's accomplice slips in here

while Olzzon and Olsson look for beer thieves.

Those knuckleheads left the front door unlocked.

Who could it be? It's not von Comer.

Or Blåfield or the Russians. It's not Anoo, Tina, Gurra,

Lucy or Cornelius.

What if Olsson is right? And they didn't leave the door unlocked.

- There were no signs of a break in. - Which means...

- ...someone with a key. - Who knows all about Eriksson.

- About Pinocchio. - About Nike and the concert.

Who said they were in Paris.

Who knows that Martin is as loyal as a dog.

Sanna.

Apart from a drunkard cop or a blind pig, only she could have found it.

No one else would have noticed if anything had been rearranged...

Eriksson's fiancée? Why?

- I think I know why... - Are you a drunkard cop or a blind pig?

"See what you've overlooked", don't you say that?

Yes, I do.

Ankan, in your eyes I may be a bastard and a liar...

...but I do respect you.

I've never worked with anyone better.

If that's worth anything.

No, I'm still not giving you your phone back.

Ankan!

She's not in. The lights are out.

- At work? - Hello, I'd like to speak to Sanna Svärd.

Is she in?

No? Oh, that's right. Thank you.

- Guess what happens today? - Eriksson's funeral.

Eriksson's fiancée? Why?

Tomas was crazy about him, they could play for hours.

Take long walks in the woods.

I asked him why he cultivated that bad-guy image.

- What did he say? - That he wasn't a mainstream guy.

- She likes you, you've got a new friend. - He would never go behind my back.

We were a team. It was the two of us against the world.

Did he ever mention Pinocchio?

Pinocchio? The fairytale character?

Tomas told me that things would be different.

And that everything would be all right.

As of tomorrow, I'm free to live an ordinary life.

- It was falling apart... - That we would be together.

We were a team. It was the two of us against the world.

Are you going report me?

- I'll use the back door, keep watch. - Sure, boss.

You can't park here!

- Police! - Right, and I'm St. Peter.

- We're all equal in the eyes of the law. - Not really. Shut up!

- Are you going to move your car? - Shut up!

- Everyone's on the way out. - I'll be right over.

- Sanna's here, I can see them. - I'm on my way.

Both Sanna and Nike are here.

- Sanna Svärd? - Sanna?

Sanna!

- Gun! - Stop! Stop!

Take it easy!

- I told you to stop! - Sanna!

Sanna, it's over now.

- You used Martin to get Pinocchio. - Shut up, pig!

- I'll blow her brains out! - That won't bring Tomas back!

Look at me. Look at me!

- You loved Tomas. - You know nothing! I'll shoot her!

Listen to me: You shared everything.

Business, money, danger, the risk-taking, life...

Life on the edge, the way you've always lived.

The life you shared...

...until Nike showed up.

I know what it's like to need someone who just lets you down.

Who chooses someone else.

You never wanted an ordinary life, that was what Tomas wanted.

He wanted to break off from his criminal past. With you.

Wasn't that what happened?

So you had to take Pinocchio away from him, right?

So he couldn't buy his freedom.

You had your own puppet on a string, your foster brother.

- Martin wasn't supposed... - No, he wasn't.

No one wanted that. No one was supposed to get hurt.

Tomas wasn't supposed to be at home, but he was.

You panicked and you told Martin...

You told Martin to...

Ankan, are you okay?

Ankan!

Ankan?

Are you okay?

- Are you okay?! - I'm okay.

- So we're not looking for any icons? - No.

- It's some kind of music box. - Exactly.

Your pal Blåfield lied in the sauna.

- And Sanna Svärd is your suspect? - She's keeping her mouth shut.

And it wasn't found at her place.

Is the music box really required as evidence?

No, but it would be nice to see it.

Listen...

I found this.

- What is it? - Keys to a storage locker.

And you think it may lead to...?

Take them. Hurry up.

- Oh, don't you think... - That you're a bastard? Sure.

But you don't deserve to die. And neither did Eriksson.

Good luck.

Tack, Annika.

- Evert... Why are you calling? - I want you to contact the Tsar.

Tell him I have the item he wants.

- I hope you're not lying. - Thanks.

- Did you win the Lottery? - For your sake...

...and for the sake of anyone you've ever loved, that you have Pinocchio.

Let's play nice. Eaten a lot of garlic pierogi?

Or does your breath always stink?

Well, Boris, this wasn't easy... It looks dark.

Sorry, I can't find the locker.

Oh, the slip was upside-down!

294. Right here.

Right...

Check it out - the jackpot!

The blockhead is back.

Indeed...

There you are, you little rascal!

I knew you would find him.

So everything's okay between us? Everything's "chill"?

"Lugna puckar" as we say in Sweden?

Hoola bandoola?

We are good.

- You and me. - Thank you.

Okay, Boris, how about...

Oh, so what's next? Are we really going there?

- Know who loved pierogi? - How the hell should I know that?

Rasputin? Laika?

Or maybe that ice skater, Oksana Baiul...

My brother, Igor. You killed him.

That's too bad, but you started it!

And I will end it.

- Put it away. Stop this nonsense. - On your knees!

- Aren't you listening? - Get down!

For God's sake, Boris. Put the damn gun away.

Ever since you cracked my skull, I've had this noise in my head.

- A endless piercing whine. - Don't shoot, Boris! I'll do anything.

Then close your eyes. Shut up and close your eyes.

Close your eyes.

Close your eyes.

Close them...

No, I'm not going to.

If you're going to shoot me, have the balls to look me in the eye.

With pleasure.

Hand it over.

Give me the gun and run like the wind!

I'll say that I did it, and no one will have to know you were involved.

Please hand it over.

For God's sake, you saved my life!

Then maybe we're chill now.

"Lugna puckar"?

Hoola bandoola?

I will enter a plea of justification.

But when it comes to your involvement with the Tsar,

that will be tricker to defend.

That's all right... I can breathe freely again at last.

We'll see how you feel later on, after a few years in prison.

I'll own the place!

The hard part will be when I'm out again, starting over from scratch.

Don't worry, I've taken care of that.

Hi, come on in. Have a seat.

This is Jannicke.

You need to own your story, as they say.

- And Jannicke's... - I'm simply the best.

I got an exclusive on the case, so I'm throwing in a glossy feature.

Your background, your path to success. Tina, you're a fucking hero!

The celebrity agent who saves your clients' lives.

So you're back to being a client now?

Do your time and we'll see.

Flicker... Flicker, you fickle flame

Feverish sparks

Scatter and fall from the torch

Fizzling out in darkness...

- Hello, Mom. - Hello, sweetheart!

I didn't think you'd make it, so I brought Clara along.

Since Tussan asked... I hope that's okay.

Hi there. It's nice.

- Good to see you. - Whirling gray ash swallows...

- ...escape the wind - I'll grab a beer.

The final farewell of cooling

Endows you with soot on the cheek

- Blow a kiss to the soul of the embers... - I'm sorry.

- I've been so mean to you. I have! - Sweetheart.

I can tell that he loves you. And he has, the whole time.

- Maybe he can't quite express it. - ...the light of dawn

A kiss as hot as a spoonful of porridge

No, you were right.

My whole life has been a lie.

It's like I'm always chasing and chasing these men...

Seeking validation, I guess.

Just like you said.

- And you keep looking for your dad. - I don't need a dad.

- I have a mom. - Oh, sweetheart.

- I love you. - Love, the firewood of life!

- I can't deal with this... - Don't worry.

Thank you. Tussan...

Yes, he loves me...

- But I don't feel the same way. - You must be kidding.

I'm going nuts! I've got to break up with the guy.

- Help me. You tell him it's over. - This is a joke, right? Mom?

- Mom, what the...?! - Love, love is in the air!

STAKE-OUT

Welcome to the show.

And let's welcome back the world's best homicide investigator:

- Evert Bäckström. - Thank you.

You haven't been on the show for a while due to a difficult case,

the murder of our co-host Tomas Eriksson,

which is now solved. Could you tell us more?

Sure. But first, a few words about Tomas Eriksson, the man.

And address anyone who believes he deserves honors:

You're a bunch of hypocrites.

You didn't know him, and neither did I, apparently.

But I do know him better after this investigation.

I found out that he was even more of a dirty lying bastard...

- Let's discuss... - ...than I first thought.

But...

...when it came to those he loved, he was prepared to do anything.

And I do mean anything.

Are you sure you're ready to find out what happened to Sally?

The truth can be rough, but it beats lies by a nose.