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Look! He looks shady.

"En las manos de Dios."

- Look.
- "Sangre de la tierra".

- We produce this wine.
- Our reserva.

What's Miguel looking for?

Costa!

...make you rich. There's a problem.
I trust you to fix it, but you fuck it up...

Murderer!

Mellerud more or less confessed.

Mone or less.

You know what I mean.

And you? You’ve been awfully quiet.

Are you okay? No patronising remarks, no outbursts.

You just wait and see.

But right now, I trust your judgment
that you will do your job

and go and arrest
Mellerud. And I will do my job

and inform Mrs Costa

and her daughter about their loss.

But this is my job.

Then you owe me one Mr Mo-ma-marma-morala-lales?

Son of a bitch.

It's all taken care of.

Listen...

I'll call you back.

Police! Hands in the air!

Ankan, can you look after the girl?

Oh, my god... Oh, my god...

Iris has given him an alibi.
They've let him go. Morales texted me.

For god's sake...

They're lying. I was with Iris all night
and Mellerud wasn't there.

- The bitch!
- Where are you going?

- To throttle the bloody bag.
- No, no...

- Let go of me!
- Hey... Hey!

If you waltz in there, Iris will understand
that Eliza snitched.

If we abort the operation,
I can come clean to Morales.

- Maybe that's a good idea.
- We're not aborting. Not now!

We're going to nail that son of a bitch!
Let go of me!

I made a promise. I made a promise.

But how?

Dammit. Let me out.

I don't know.
I'll stay calm, but let me out.

Let him go.

I need to be alone.

Evert.

- I said I wanted to be alone.
- Everybody can fail, Evert.

It's not a sin, as long as you don't give up.

So, what am I supposed to do?
I don't know what else I can do.

Do you think the answer is in the bottle?

¡Hola! Is the wine shop open?

I'm showing Evert
the best vineyards on the island.

- Celebrity wine is very lucrative now.
- And the police salary is a joke.

- I see. This way.
- We tried your wine last night, at...

- Iris Gripensköld's.
- Yes, that's right.

- Does that ring a bell?
- No.

- No?
- Yes, as a customer, of course.

I'm financing the start-up, so I think
this will give us some nice ka-ching.

I haven't really tried
this celebrity wine thing, but...

You've got an attractive branding,
and I've got a superior product,

so that's music to my ears.

Ka-ching!

I'm just taking a selfie.

For my followers.

I'm guessing you want something
affordable, so I'm proposing this.

It's 100 % Callet,

matured for a short time in new casks
to preserve the elegance of the grape.

A kind of potpourri of red berries
filling the mouth.

It sticks a bit like glue in the palate.

You don't have to spit.

- It's also quite earthy.
- I'm happy to hear that.

We grow it in this red soil, call vermell,
which is very rich in iron oxide.

- Red soil?
- Yes.

- Interesting. Have you got anything richer?
- Richer?

Well, there's the reserva.

Well, I was thinking more along the lines
of the more exclusive stuff

that you keep hidden in the basement.

I see.

Well...

Just wait here.

Ask the gardener
if he recognises any of these.

This is a special occasion.

- Hello?
- Hello, I'm here.

Tussan is talking to the gardener.
Seeds and shit.

I just have to ask you...

Mallorca, is that because of your wine?

- No, I'm here to solve a murder case.
- A murder case?

Yes, but it's not about Miguel,
the Swedish guy.

- Did you know him?
- No.

I moved here to avoid Swedes.
Stupid, eh?

Yes.

It concerns a young girl who
was murdered around 50 years ago.

She was Iris's cousin.
Iris Gripensköld.

- Tussan!
- Yes.

Come over here - it's party time!

How lovely!

I figured I'd mix business with pleasure
and get on the red-wine hype.

- Why not launch "Bäckström's Red"?
- Cheers to that.

"Sangre de la tierra",
what does it really mean?

- "Blood of the Earth", sort of.
- "Bäckström's Blood Red", perhaps?

He didn't recognise Miguel,

but he reacted to Costa,
though he didn't say anything.

I recognised the steps, and there was
a surveillance camera on the back.

- So Miguel was here.
- Yes, and the question is why.

Hello, it's me.
We need to talk. Right now.

Wait there.

He says he's going
to invest in wine, etcetera...

Then he starts yapping about a girl
who died 50 years ago.

You can relax,
because all of it is true.

- Which part is true?
- The girl was my cousin.

And the wine was something
I "happened to" suggest to him.

Take it easy and relax.

- Not while that recording is out there.
- What recording?

Miguel was gathering evidence.
Costa talked about a recording.

You're telling me this now?

I need to talk to Albert about this.
The cargo arrives at six on Saturday.

- Morning or evening?
- Are you a dairy farmer?

Whether it's morning or evening
makes a significant difference.

- Where the hell is she?
- I told her to wait.

- Sorry, I just nodded off.
- Sleeping on the job?

- Forget that damn tramp now.
- Shut your face!

Ignore the troll, but make sure
you're rested on Saturday.

What happens on Saturday?

The eagle is landing.
If you can stay awake.

So, your scouting led you here?

But you got careless.

Dammit...

What did Miguel discover in the vineyard?

That it's connected to Örn?

He wanted to protect his cousin.
Costa was to take over the vineyard.

Exactly, and blood is thicker than wine.
Go ahead and grab one.

- "Sangre de la tierra."
- Exactly, blood of the earth.

The same red earth
as on Miguel's shoes.

So the vineyard could be the crime scene?

It could be. You'll have to get
some samples and determine if it is.

- Wait a minute, you can't just...
- Wait, wait...

Job number two is to continue
following in Miguel's footsteps.

We know from the CCTV where
he was going. But what did he find?

Not an easy thing to do
with all those cameras...

That's why we're doing it openly.
Operation "Bäckström's Blood Red".

For that I need you, Niemi,
and your camera.

- And I need the Olsson Brothers.
- Anything to avoid washing dishes.

- ¡Hola, hola!
- We also need little Tussan, of course.

- Hello there, cops.
- Is she your detective partner now?

Evert, Annika...
My place at eight o'clock: paella.

- Eh?
- Er...no.

- Smells lovely! She's full of surprises.
- And I thought I knew you, Mum.

I hope you're really, really hungry,
my love.

- Thank you, that's enough.
- You're just skin and bones.

Let's not comment on the kids' weight.
We've talked about that.

- Have we?
- How was school today, sweetie?

- I won't play this game.
- You won't paella this game, you mean?

- A real dad joke.
- No, dad is dead.

Isn't he, Mum? You know that.

- Stop smiling, or you'll be too.
- Please! Can't we be a bit happy?

We're both happy, I wish you were too.

I am happy. Solving police murders is
lots of fun. Like being on holiday.

- Thank you, Miguel...!
- Oh, please...

I can't do this.

What's going on?

Your mother had a little affair
with Miguel, sort of.

What's he saying?

- Mum?
- I didn't tell you. I knew you'd judge me.

You didn't know Miguel.
I did, and I loved him.

Until the next guy rolled in...

I was in shock. I needed comfort.
And then he showed up.

- Did you have time to change the sheets?
- Stop it, Annika.

You know the worth of intimacy.

- This was actually a one-off thing.
- We agreed on that for your sake, Ankan.

- But then...
- It matured into something deeper.

You're wonderful, Evert.

Who could resist Dolores?

- What was that? Dolores?
- Dolores is my flamenco alter ego.

It was a thing between me and Miguel.
He made it up.

"My Dolores."

I think I must have eaten something bad.

Oh, let her be. Teenagers...

- Hi.
- Hi.

Fearing for his life, Miguel asked Clara
to remember the name Dolores.

It doesn't mean Dolores is the killer.

So, what does it mean?
Sometimes I want to punch her,

but then I get so scared
that I've inherited my father's anger.

- I have so much hate inside.
- Many people feel that way sometimes.

No, it's not like that. It's as if...

I really feel...

...that I'm wearing a kind of mask
to pretend I'm in control.

But really, I could just...

You know...

I also wear a mask.

Though mine is more of a...

...stupid...

...clown mask.

You're not a clown.

I used to be the best at everything.

I was best in school, and at basketball.

The only thing I wasn't best at was losing.

That's where I was the worst.

And nobody likes a guy like that.

I had to learn to be humble

so I became the best at acting stupid.

And then I understood something
about being a stupid clown...

People liked it.

So what's the origin

of that cocky and confident
Kristian posh-boy?

Is that who you are deep down,
or is it a mask on top of the mask?

I don't know.

I think I've just always wanted
to be liked.

I don't know anything...

- We're going home tomorrow.
- Yes, not having solved a single murder.

Not having committed a murder.

Eliza has just reported that Mellerud
is in a real sweat

because Miguel made a recording
that Costa might have had.

Look at that - a new lead.

I'll take care of it over breakfast.

Isn't that mine...?

See you at the vineyard.

I've made eggs Benedict,
if you have time.

Yes, coffee is included, right?

- Eggs for the señora.
- It looks delicious!

- Great to see you yesterday without...
- ...clothes?

I was going to say without a mask,
but that too.

I feel the same.

What are you thinking about?

My mother's mask.

I don't have time to argue. I'm part
of operation "Bäckström's Blood Red".

I'm not here to argue.

It doesn't matter
that you're with Bäckström.

We're not together like that.

Whatever you are,
it's none of my business.

I understand that they like you,
Bäckström, Miguel and everyone.

You're funny, there's always stuff
happening around you.

- I guess I'm just jealous.
- Of me or Bäckström?

- You, of course. Of being with you.
- Darling...

I'm here. You're the one
who doesn't have time.

Mum...

If there's...

If there's something on your mind that
you'd like to tell me, please tell me now.

Well...

That I love you.

No, I've got to go.

Please tell me you've got something.
I can't stay here any longer.

Mum is Dolores.

She and Miguel were an item,
and he called her Dolores.

Tussan hates violence. After the beatings
she took from your dad...

Maybe they argued and she lost control...

Hey, what's going on?

Are you okay?

There's got to be something
you know about them.

All I know is that he borrowed her car
a few times.

Maybe take a look at it.

Clara, look at me.

I'll make sure you get out of here.

I promise. At any cost.

Trust me.

- ¡Hola! The circus is here!
- How I've waited!

Welcome, the farm is yours!

Hey there!

- Let's do it!
- Yes, this way.

Over by the steps, right?

- No, no...
- Yes, it'll be so...

No, no... Olzzon, move.

- You're blocking the light.
- I need a jacket.

We've got a few alternatives,
but we're going with this one.

- We'll just insert the picture of Bäckström.
- Couldn't be better.

- Does the colour match these pants?
- It makes your eyes pop.

You're stupid and colour blind.
Blue doesn't go.

I'm investing a pretty hefty sum of money,
so I have a few questions.

- Okay, who are you?
- I'm Kristian.

I'm Tussan's son-in-law.

Is this your first day?

Excuse me, but I feel
that reeks of outlet.

- Didn't you pack the Armani?
- Darling, this is Armani.

- This is the Armani, darling.
- All right.

You can't stand there,
you'll be in shot. Move.

Great! Bäckström, that's good.

Lift the glass up towards the sun
and examine the colour and the grape.

Then you take a sip of wine.
Do you agree with me?

- No, thanks.
- Drink! It'll look great!

- No, thank you!
- Just take a sip.

- Bäckström, drink. It'll be great.
- I don't drink red wine. It tastes shit.

We need some alternative versions,
so just take a sip and then...

- I can pretend, okay?
- No, you can tell if you're pretending.

- I'll pretend.
- Take a sip, but don't spill on the suit.

- Bäckström, drink. It will be fine.
- Christ, what a fuss! Hold this.

- Where are you going?
- To take a leak, which I can do by myself!

- Just don't splash!
- He's actually a bit nervous.

That's quite a piss
for someone who didn't drink.

- I'll go and get him.
- Olzzon, go and find Bäckström!

Actually, I need to pee too.
Where is the ladies'?

Could you show me?

Just go ahead.
I'll return to the others.

- I just wanted to talk to you.
- About what?

I thought that maybe
we could skim a little off the top.

- Split 50-50. The old man won't notice.
- Cheat Bäckström, you mean?

You said it yourself, "ka-ching!"

I'd rather play it straight with a cop.
I have to go back now.

Can you wait?
I won't find my way back.

- I'll wait here.
- Thank you!

Christ! You scared the shit out of me.

That's hardly used for wine production.

What's this?

It's sugar. Taste it.

Glucose.

It's used in sweets and ice cream,
and to dilute cocaine.

Bingo!

- Where the hell are they?
- Yes, where?

I've no idea. Maybe they found a place...

Look... Wait!

Wait...!

I think we've got everything we need.

- Satisfied?
- Yes, we got exactly what we wanted.

Good.

We're just going to the lab, Niemi and I.
I can't wait to get myself a cold beer!

- Thank you.
- Bye- bye.

- Bye.
- Have a good one.

Fine. That's the way out.

At 6 pm on Saturday, the eagle
will land: the cocaine shipment.

It'll be processed in the lab
that we found at the vineyard.

Most likely the place for Miguel's murder.

- You're calling me to brag?
- Mostly that.

But little Olzzon has been thinking.

Yes. Why is the cocaine processed
at the vineyard?

To be smuggled in the wine crates!

- It sounds complicated.
- Örn is complicated.

These are small, exclusive deliveries
to wine merchants.

It's to avoid the usual routes
that customs normally target.

So, we need your help mapping out
Stockholm's wine merchants.

Of course. And send Olsson and Olzzon
home. I need all the help I can get.

- Sounds reasonable.
- We were having such a great time...

Leave the theories to me next time. Idiot!

La Madre de los Dolores - our Mother
of Sorrows. She is our patron saint.

I will give you my old lady when I die

I will give you my old lady when I die

Because up there with Dolores,
there is just no place for boners

I will give you my old lady when I die

It's nights like these
that you fantasise about, isn't it?

Standing in a kitchen...

...cooking and drinking wine together.

What the hell...? I don't get it.

I'm going crazy.

- What's wrong?
- I can't get the temperature.

I can't get the heat up.

Come on, relax.

Ouch... Oh...

Oh, my God...

Oh, shit...!

No, no, no...

Goddammit! Oh, shit!

- Was it hot?
- Yes. Get a towel.

- There are three. Which one?
- The one in the middle.

- Where do you want it?
- Soak it in water.

Weedhead...

- Hi, Ankan!
- Christ, you scared me!

- Bloody kids.
- What are you doing?

I'm...

You're looking for evidence
against your mother?

We've suspected her all along,
and we have plenty of evidence.

Okay... One, no confirmed alibi.

Two, she broke into Miguel's flat
after his death.

Three, she changes men
like socks. Four...

Thank you, that's enough. Very good.

What've you got on her?
If we were to exchange some info?

You know, sometimes you find something
you want to investigate.

But when you think about it,
you realise you're totally off course.

Mum is crazy about men,
but she's no murderer.

So... Don't overcomplicate things,
as Bäckström says.

NEW BOMBING LAST NIGHT

Damn!

Bäckström, the soil on Miguel's shoes
doesn't match that of the vineyard.

- You're kidding... Are you sure?
- Yes.

I'm in a real hurry to pack. Dammit!

Okay, I just went to see Morales.

The murder weapon is a golf club.
A women's 7-iron.

- Found in Clara's flat?
- Clara barely knows what golf is.

- As opposed to...
- Ankan, you're not saying...

Mum has keys to all the rooms.
She could easily have put it there.

That's not all. Clara said
that before Miguel died, he said:

"If I die, remember the name Dolores."

Damn!

- Where are you going?
- The vineyard isn't the crime scene.

- Where, then?
- Another place with red soil.

- Damn!
- I'll buy you a new pair.

- Don't be mad because I solved the case.
- That's up to me.

- Yes, well...we'll be off now.
- Yes.

Please, just kiss each other already,
so we can go.

- Or are we waiting another hour?
- I'm so sorry.

- They're...
- It's cool.

Though, maybe we should do
what the kids are suggesting.

- You mean...?
- Nah. Or maybe...?

- It's a great idea.
- Yes.

Hello, Niemi. Stop, stop, stop.

You need to do another analysis
before you go.

- We're leaving now.
- I know, but you're a fast one.

Get on it. Here you are. Go!

Come on!

There'll be other flights.

I've got it! "The murder solvers."

- Yes! That's a good one!
- Really good.

Hey... How did you get that scar?
On the neck.

- You don't want to know.
- Yes, I do.

Did it happen while you were shaving,
or did you sleep with a nail gun?

Okay. It was...

Hi!

I'll miss Kristian
from the hood/posh town.

- You'll have to choose.
- No, I want both.

Hey, everyone! Let's go!

Alice, Edvin, come on,
the taxi is waiting! Hurry up!

- Chill...
- Don't forget your bags!

Hurry up!

It's difficult being in love.

- Wise words, "Dad".
- You may be right about your mother.

Miguel was murdered in the olive grove,
Tussan's future golf course.

- Hi, Mum!
- Hello, darling!

What? You're both here.
What a surprise!

- I've cooked dinner.
- I'll get you something cold to drink.

I'm completely exhausted,
so this is a great surprise.

- How is it going?
- This is a 7-iron.

- Then it's not her.
- This one is not used.

The price tag is still there.
Morales has the old one.

Hello? Is there a drink coming?

Well, I'll be damned.
That sneaky little tango snake.

- What are you whispering about?
- Nothing. We're just talking about work.

Anyhow, I'm overjoyed

to get to spend an evening
together with my two darlings.

Here's to life,

love,

and death.