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Have you been out for a stroll here?

No, I don't think so.

We had to write off our lead suspect, Gebri. He has an alibi.

We're back to square one.

We've connected Ström to one of the Levén murders.

I told you to forget about that.

You want you're murder back. Levén took it from you.

You used the house next door which was empty.

I don't know what you're talking about.

How come them that this is hanging on the wall at your aunt's place?

Have you had a patient called Mikael Ström?

No, I haven't.

That Peter Wendel... We can't let him sabotage my murder investigations!

A testimony where Klas Levén says that a man was with him.

It's an interrogation from another case.

Ann-Marie Wendel here. I have something you want to hear.

Send a car to the land surveyor. Get Wendel out of there.

- Come with us. - No! What the hell are you doing?

Can we talk?

EPISODE 7

Björn...

Two years' work. He didn't so much as look at it.

And in it, you try to prove that your brother did not commit suicide.

"Try" doesn't come into it. He was murdered.

- I hear what you're saying. - Do you really?

It certainly seems odd that Björn wouldn't take account of your work.

- He's very diligent. - Oh, diligent, is he?

Are you listening to me? You have to fucking well listen to what I'm saying!

- Peter, I hear what you're saying... - No, you don't!

You're just sitting there, endorsing him! Is this some kind of fucking conspiracy?

let me go!

Have they been getting at you again?

Peter...

- Is there anyone watching Mikael Ström? - No, not since they took you off the case.

They've suspended me from active duty. I can't access the investigation.

I can't even get inside this police station any more. Come on.

I have to get back to that house. You'll have to drive me.

But you'll get the sack!

Shit...

- What's up? - My charger.

- I've got it. - Can I have it back?

No, I've just plugged it in.

- Hi, sorry. Have you seen Temo? - No. Why?

This guy has reported his wife missing.

The wife and Temo know each other.

- What's her name? - Lena Wahlberg.

- What do you mean by "missing"? - She never came home yesterday.

Doesn't answer her cell phone.

No.

- What do you mean, no? - No, we haven't seen Temo.

Oh, right. OK. But can you just tell him?

No.

I think it's best you take this up with him yourself.

OK.

- 'Bye. - Thanks for your help.

Where's Peter?

- Wendel speaking. - Lena Wahlberg has gone missing.

What?

Lena Wahlberg didn't come home yesterday.

- Where are you? - At Mikael Ström's house.

I'll call you back.

What are you doing?

What...? No, Peter... This really isn't a good idea, is it?

What are you doing?

I called Lena Wahlberg yesterday and asked if she knows Ström-

and now she's disappeared.

- There. Hold on to that. - Right.

- Hello. - Hi, it's me.

Can you check what kind of car Lena Wahlberg has?

A grey Volkswagen Golf, D-Y-E...

- D-Y-E... - 366.

We've found Lena Wahlberg's car. Quite sure.

It's in Mikael Ström's garage.

Hang on, I'll make sure you get some back-up.

Aren't you going to wait for back-up?

- Are you already inside? - Yes. Now we're inside.

- Your pistol! Have you got your pistol? - No. They've taken it away.

You don't have a pistol?!

Ah, God. What a stench.

Barbro?

- Barbro? - Come.

Ann-Marie!

Have a seat.

I'm resigning.

What? Why?

You know, Björn? I took this job-

because I wanted to be part of strengthening legal certainty in Sweden.

- Not destroy it. - What the hell are you saying?

That, for example, you lot don't give a shit whether Levén is guilty or not.

All you want to do is save your careers.

Is that what you think my work is about here? Saving my career?

Maybe not consciously, but...

The fact is you seem utterly incapable of admitting you've done the wrong thing.

Ann-Marie, have a seat and we can discuss all this.

You know me.

Surely you must see this is a misunderstanding on your part.

Ann-Marie...

Ann-Marie!

Did you get the address?

- This isn't a good idea, huh? - No, hardly.

- How was he able to lure her here? - He didn't.

I asked her if she'd treated Mikael Ström in the past, but she denied it-

then she promptly came out here. A neighbor saw her arrive.

She rang the doorbell, he grabbed her, and then went off with her?

We no longer have any surveillance on him, so yes, that's what I think.

Your vacation is over now.

You're going back to head up the Cold Case Group.

- I'm not about to apologize... - Peter.

Call a locksmith. Get going.

Welcome back from your vacation, then...

Yes, exactly. Right.

No, I get it.

Mm. That's right. That's what you said to start with.

Then we don't go any further with this, is that it?

Thanks. 'Bye.

They're demanding a formal request from the Prosecutor-

before they release lists of Wahlberg's former patients.

You hear what I'm saying?

- What? Tell me again. - They're refusing to fax the lists.

Right... Listen, I have a list of Lena's calls here.

When she'd spoken to Peter, she'd didn't drive straight over to Ström's place.

She made another call. To Temo.

- What did you and Lena discuss? - Get out.

Lena called you to ask about Mikael Ström, didn't she?

I'm not about to give an account of my private conversations to you.

Did you give Lena Mikael Ström's address?

Get the hell out of here, I said!

The call marked in red is Peter's. Right after that, Lena calls you.

It's the last call she made. So, what did she want?

Answer the question, will you?

No, I...

I didn't know that I...

There was nothing to suggest that Ström had anything to do with this.

- Oh, really? - So, I gave her Ström's address.

And I stand by my judgement that I didn't do anything wrong-

given the information I had at that particular time.

You gave a member of the public the address of a murder suspect-

without once asking why she wanted it?

I think those in charge will understand my reasoning.

There are signs that someone was tortured at Ström's house.

Lena is probably already dead.

I've never seen Temo like that before.

What do you say?

What's on your mind?

Kajsa. I need to a word with you. Do you have time?

- Now? - The Prosecutor is proceeding against you.

You'll be relieved from your duties pending a formal charge.

We need your ID and your service weapon.

If you'll come with me, and we can get that done right away.

- Too swift, and wrong. - Wrong. I see...

- What do you want now? - Just to ask you some questions.

I'm having lunch. You can call me when I'm back in my office.

Are you still here? Hey!

I don't want an interview. Just a quick comment.

A comment? About what?

I'm writing about miscarriages of justice and abuse of power.

- Do you have a comment? - It's been taken out of context...

You'll have to excuse me... I should be heading back.

- Jimmy, I can explain... - See you.

Bon appétit.

- Is that her? - Yes.

1968...

"Anita and me"?

"Me"?

She was dead, and then he saw her again.

Viveka?

They've just got into Ström's laptop-

and found a chat log.

He's been in contact with Vera.

OK. Right, thanks.

Listen, I was thinking, this could be...

Neither Vera nor Jasmine have been in school all day.

It's Vera's.

Fuck, I...

Jasmine? Listen, is Vera with...? Hallo?

Who is that talking in the background? Jasmine?

Hallo?

Ah...

Wendel here, Stockholm Police. I need to triangulate a cell phone.

Hello, Peter.

Out if here right now, both of you.

- Vera, you wait for me upstairs. - Hey, stop this...

Now. Right away!

It's not their fault.

Don't be angry.

Yes... I know how you feel about me.

I am so sorry for what happened with you and Urban.

But I know I can be good for Vera and Jasmine.

I'm a different person now.

- Where's Jasmine? - She left.

You told me to wait.

How did you come to be in contact with Mikael Ström?

The man you've been chatting with online.

Vera, his name is Mikael Ström and he has murdered a little girl.

He said he knew you.

- I had a date, and he drove me home. - A date with an old man?

No. He pretended to be my age.

We exchanged messages for weeks.

I left my scarf in his car.

Why didn't you say anything?

I can never talk to you.

STOCKHOLM PO BOXES

I found something here. Seems he's got a PO Box.

I'll call you back. 'Bye.

What does this mean as far as I'm concerned?

Am I going to be able to carry on working as a police even if I'm found guilty?

It's difficult to say as things stand.

You can go.

- What? - You can go.

What's going on?

Jorma has just changed his testimony.

All this is one big misunderstanding.

Sorry you've been put through this, Kajsa.

They just want to talk with me, and see how things got this way.

Call Barbro asap. I'll be in touch later.

This may take a while.

How are you doing, Dad? Really?

- He used to beat us. - Who?

Our Dad. He used to beat me and Urban.

Any time, anyhow, and with whatever came to hand.

Urban, he... He could feel it coming.

So, he'd tell me to run and hide-

and if that wasn't enough, then he'd provoke Dad-

by spilling milk, anything-

to draw Dad's attention away from me, to him.

And he got a beating instead.

Fists, belt... Implements sometimes.

I used to lie there...

Hidden away somewhere, and listen while he...

He did it for my sake. To protect me.

Finally, I couldn't take it anymore.

So, I picked up a knife and went in there and stabbed Dad-

as he lay there asleep.

But that didn't do the job, so I had to run away.

When he couldn't catch me, he grabbed Urban instead.

He almost beat him to death, that time.

But we...

We never talked about it.

I always felt an immense sense of guilt for... what I caused to happen that time.

And now I feel it again.

- What? - Well, guilt.

Because I wasn't able to stop him.

Stop?

Yes...

Stop him... from committing suicide.

What have you done? Huh?

Answer me.

After all Björn did for you, you stab him in the back by going to the press.

- I did my job. - Did your job?!

- And your job. And Björn's job. - You miserable little fucking cunt!

Björn is an elected official!

You are employed to uphold confidence in him and this department!

And you're employed to...? Lick Björn's ass, right?

- And? - He's been building something.

But we can't make out what it can be.

And there are no traces of drawing or plans.

Thanks for your help.

PO BOXES

Excuse me, I need to take a look at this.

When we were cataloguing the old files a few years ago, my computer went down.

But luckily there was a copy in the printer's internal memory.

These are the last two print-outs from that machine.

- It's a burn trolley. - Who uses those?

The police. Säpo, various institutions.

This arrived at Ström's PO Box.

That's a security company logo. The firm's called Odin.

They work for a single large client. - The Justice Department.

Hellfire!

Hi.

- Anything for the burn trolley? - Oh, right... No.

Actually, hang on.

There. Thanks.

Hi.

- Peter... - What's happened?

Excuse me.

We haven't managed to locate him. He's not still in the building.

Hang on a moment. Who are you looking for?

- Who are you looking for? - The Justice Minister.

Tony Macnabb