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Four cheers for Stella! Hip, hip!

Hooray, hooray, hooray, hooray!

Thank you!

- Thank you, sweetheart! - You're welcome!

Oh, my!

What could this be?

I found the receipt in Urban's coat. He'd left it for repairs.

- Stella! - Let go of me!

Stella!

Everyone has moved on.

He's not coming back!

- Your brother blew his head off! - No, he didn't! He was murdered!

You have to stop, Peter. It's going to destroy you.

Urban killed himself. You're not getting him back.

I miss him every single day. But what does it matter?

Life goes on.

I'm studying to be a real estate agent.

Why are you applying for a job if you're just going to quit?

I'm not. My boss wants to get rid of me so he can hire someone new.

It's just as well. I reported a colleague to Internal Affairs.

I'm good at catching bad guys. I have a black belt in karate.

- You do? - No!

- And what about alcohol? - I'm not drunk now.

- You must be joking. - You hired both of us?

So, we fuck and I don't testify against you?

Ow!

Let go of me! Ow!

- No dogs allowed. - Are you allergic?

- No. - Good.

This Peter Wendel.

- Doesn't he seem a little weird? - Yeah, but he's in good company.

A real estate agent, a thief, a non-cop and you.

They say you were in the psych ward. It's no coincidence you're leading this team.

If you've experienced psychosis, there's a good chance of relapse.

I'm worried about you.

- He hit us. - Who?

Dad. He hit me and Urban.

Anytime, anywhere, for anything.

Sometimes with implements.

I've always felt incredibly guilty because...

Why?

...because I couldn't stop him.

Stop him?

Yeah...

Stop him from...

...killing himself.

...early favorite number 9, It's A Face, in this short race.

The car releases the field.

Things start badly for number 3, Jackpot Gejl, who breaks stride.

On the inside, Giant of North tries to take the lead.

Number 5, Big In Sight, is driven hard by Ulf Eriksson.

It's an intense start. Number 4, Electrum, is on the way to taking the lead,

but number 1, Giant of North, puts up a fight.

Peter?

Hello?

Hello?!

What?

Where did you go?

Go...? What?

- Do you need anything else? - Yeah. An office.

- With some daylight. A window, maybe. - This is an office.

- You think so? - Yeah.

With tape on the floor? It smells like shit. There are ball marks on the walls.

It's absurd for you to have an office big enough for 30 people.

Besides which, you're not the most popular unit right now.

Just wait a minute.

- What do you mean? - Your results are going the wrong way.

Klas Levén was innocent.

Then we had a bunch of new unsolved murders.

Temo was fired and the Minster of Justice died.

- What do you expect? A gold medal? - No, just an office. So we can work.

Please. It'll be renovated this summer.

- I'll make sure you get some plants. - That would be nice.

- Peter? Are you coming tonight? - Uh... no.

- Nice office. - Thanks.

- What's happening tonight? - My brother's old unit is getting together.

Caijsa?

Hi.

Isn't she on sick leave?

- Yeah... - What about her sciatica?

What do you want me to do?

She's obsessed with solving the murder of that girl in Drevviken.

- And that's good. - Have you found a replacement for Jorma?

It's been over six months, you know.

I'll send you a list of potential candidates.

Come on... Oh!

Barbro, do you mind?

One more...

No...

This is completely...

THE TRUTH WILL OUT

Based on actual events

Episode 1

Hi, Peter.

Oh, hi, Stella!

Hi, sweetheart.

It's me and Peter.

We don't really know what to say to each other.

Wish you were here with us.

Then you could make a joke to break the ice.

Do you think about him a lot?

Yeah. Sometimes.

About him or about the suicide?

They're two different things, you know.

Yeah, I...

I think about him.

Mostly as a child.

I think of you. All day, every day.

You're too frail, Peter.

- Frail? - For Urban's watch.

It looks like you've got a wall clock on your wrist.

To the woods a little bird flew

From the summer sky so high and blue

He sang, "It's already evening, it's time to go!

I'm flying away, you dear, dear soul

Far away

Far away

But with you soon, I'll come to stay

Far away

Far away

But with you soon, I'll come to stay"

I hope you're not playing for money.

Hey, Peter! Nice of you to come. Here.

- Thanks. - You're behind.

Nice.

- Hey, Conny! - Hey!

- Are you allowed to be out this late? - No. Don't tell anybody.

- How are you? - Fine.

- It's been a while. - Yeah.

I was at the bar, looking over here.

I could have sworn Urban was sitting there.

You two looked a lot alike.

- No, we didn't. - Yes, you did.

- No. We didn't look alike. - Are you kidding?

Conny, are you playing or what?

- I have a picture. Here, look. - Sure.

You were fucking identical.

- Identical? - Yeah...

Okay, maybe not. But your mannerisms...

Our mannerisms? Hold on.

- It died. - Enter 6061.

- "Pictures." Exactly. - Okay.

No. Sorry. Great bunch.

Yeah, those are damn fine men.

Urban was passionate about the job. Remember? He was fucking...

He helped those who needed help, and he helped...

- Ante, he helped us, too. - Definitely.

He was a fucking rock, your brother.

- Let's drink to him. - Okay.

Conny, come and play.

- Stop fucking nagging me. - You can talk later.

Listen. I'm working on something. I have been for a while.

When I'm done, I'll tell you about it.

I think you've been right all along, Peter. About Urban.

Do you hear what I'm saying?

Whoops!

Here I come, you bastards.

Give me a cue.

- Overreacting?! - Yeah, chill out.

- I'm not! - Fucking sissy.

Man...

- Did you have fun? - Yeah.

I appreciate you showing up.

It was really fun. Feel free to join us next time.

Why are you dressed like that?

I have a three-week internship.

Oh, right.

So, it sorted itself out?

- What? - Mom found you a place?

No, I found my own place.

Oh, okay.

- Good luck. - Thanks.

So, what are you doing?

The owners tore everything out.

They put in pine flooring, stained dark.

Really nice, actually.

Then white walls, so a nice contrast to the flooring and...

You should go check it out.

Just a second.

Hey, Ludvig.

Jorma. Virtanen.

Right... Sure... When was it?

We met at the raid in Upplands-Bro.

- The lady in the bakery. - Oh, right.

Right... The bakery. Right.

- Still with Violent Crimes in Stockholm? - No, not anymore. Now...

- Well... - I see.

Yeah...

Yeah.

Hi, there.

Say hello to the man.

- Give my best to your colleagues. - I will.

Take care. See you. Bye.

Fixing the place up a bit.

Misdemeanor assault?

What do they expect us to...?

Accidental shooting?

Steroids?

DUI? What are we, the "special ed" of the police station?

Hi, Eddie.

Hi.

- Hey, Peter. Everything well? - No.

- Want to grab a bite, Peter? - What?

- Do you want to grab a bite? - No!

- Well, I'm going. - Bye.

Yeah. Bye.

Fifth floor.

Ulla, I'm sorry, but this is just a bunch of semi-retirees and alcoholics.

Hi, Dad.

- What are you doing here? - I work here.

- Work...? - Oh, my.

- He forgot you're doing your internship here. - Yep.

- You ran it by him, right? - Sure did.

- But he doesn't always listen. - No, you're right about that.

My team's not going to be a garbage heap for undesirable personnel.

Not more than it already is.

And don't give her a gun.

Of course you're getting a gun, honey.

- Did Vera talk to you? - Conny Berg's been found shot to death.

I'll be in touch.

Dad!

Are you trying to burn the house down or what?

Did you know him?

That guy Conny.

Yeah.

I know him. Or rather, I knew him.

It's Ulla.

Yes?

Okay.

What did she want?

- What? - Did she say anything about me?

Does she want me to come, too?

He was found out at Järvafältet.

He was shot a few hours after we parted.

- Has he seen the office? - You know Veronica, right?

- She's leading the investigation. - What about the office?

This is the spike murder.

- The entire preliminary investigation. - Yeah. Why is it here?

There are seven of your murder investigations here.

- Can you explain that? - Peter's not here to explain himself.

- What do you make of it, Peter? - This murder was solved a long time ago.

The investigators accidentally found the perp last fall.

- A teacher from Falun. - Then we have the bedroom.

We haven't found his phone.

He had gambling debts and debt collectors after him.

Veronica will figure out who shot him. You figure out why he had your murder files.

There's no record of him getting them.

Last night, Conny said that he was on to something.

That he thought I'd been right all along.

Right about what?

Hi, Ludde!

- Hi. I heard what happened... - What's he doing here?

A colleague was murdered. There's nothing strange about it.

Make sure I get those murder files as soon as forensics is done with them.

Can I have a few words with you?

I know your story.

I heard you tend to go your own way.

To overstep your authority.

Not this time. Your focus is those boxes. I want to know what they're doing here.

Hello?!

- Yeah. Sure. - Good.

- I'll take care of it, okay? - Good.

Jorma?

No, no. It's fine.

So, our task is to...

...try to find out why Conny had murder case files

that belong to Cold Cases.

We'll split up into pairs.

- Pairs? How will that work? - Here he is.

Jorma!

So, your office is down here now.

- Yes. - Unfortunately.

- It's only temporary. - I see.

This is where we took the gold in the Police Cup in 2002.

Wow!

Peter?

Well...

- Do you have everything you need? - We're having a team meeting here...

I thought I'd stop by. It's good if...

Veronica is checking traffic cameras and all that.

Yeah, sure.

- Is it mine? - Of course it is!

Oh, god.

- Why didn't you say anything? - Didn't say anything?

What did I say the last time we saw each other at the elevators?

- You said you were kidding. - Because you looked like I stabbed you.

Oh, god.

Shit.

Peter, focus on your murder investigations. Nothing else.

Yeah.

- Can we go back in now? - Uh...

Sure...

So...

Jorma decided to come back to us.

You've been missed.

We're really pleased.

All of us.

Caijsa and Jorma.

Start by looking into why Conny had our case files.

Peter!

Hi.

Veronica will go crazy if she finds out you were here.

Tell me about Conny. How did he die?

The shot went straight through his heart. Probably a hunting rifle.

We're examining the bullet.

He has crushing injuries to most of the left side of his body.

Crushing injuries? Could he have been hit by a car and moved to where he was found?

- The medical examiner thinks so... - What are you doing here?

I told you not to let Peter Wendel in here.

- This isn't your case. Get out. - Peter...

Sure thing.

How did they get in? Huh?

Sorry, Veronica. It was my fault. This was really stupid. So dumb.

- Barbro? Come on. - Thank you.

Peter, what are we doing? That could be crucial evidence.

Conny didn't have his house keys. Or his cell phone.

There was no computer, no hard drive. Nothing left in the apartment.

You mean the killer went to the apartment after the murder and covered his tracks?

Yeah. But he might have missed something.

Whoever killed Conny took Conny's cell phone,

but didn't know Conny had two SIM cards.

One of them was probably for making a certain kind of call.

Look. There are two numbers saved directly on the SIM card.

Nice.

One is for an unregistered pre-paid card.

Was it the number for "L.L."?

Yes.

The other one is registered to Jenny Eklund, 38.

"L.L." as in Ludvig Larsson?

Ludde took something from Conny's apartment.

You think the Stockholm police commissioner murdered Conny Berg?

I'm just saying I saw Ludde take something when the technicians weren't looking.

- What? - I don't know. Something that fit in his hand.

MIKA Clinic. This is Stella.

Who's this?

I heard the MIKA Clinic helps girls who sell sex.

That's right.

- I need your help. - Of course.

We're an outpatient clinic. I'll make an appointment.

It's not like that. I need money.

Money?

- Can we meet? - Of course.

I'll text you.

J. EKLUND NO JUNK MAIL!

How's your girlfriend?

Fine.

I'll tag along, ladies. Hey.

This is Ludvig Larsson, Police Commissioner.

- Hi. - Hi.

- Vera. - Ludvig.

Hold the elevator, Ulla. I just got a... call.

- Are you coming, Ludde? - Yep.