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What a good kitty. Yes.

Have you been out all night?

No straw for the pigs yesterday?

I'm sorry. I've had a lot on my mind lately.

And?

So the pigs have to wade in their own shit…

because you have a lot on your mind?

Listen, Jon…

I didn't want this.

What?

The early mornings, the pigs, the field…

I was so pissed off when Ragnar left.

He left us in this godforsaken place.

I thought I had everything I needed here.

But the truth is that I had no other skills.

But you do, Jon. What would you like to do?

Go on. Tell me.

Jon, look at me.

What do you want?

Go to university.

-University? -Yeah.

-Do you have the grades for it? -I think so.

Well, then… Do it.

The farm will still be here.

-Who the hell will look after it, Dad? -I'll see to it.

But until you start studying, you'll have to keep putting out straw.

Okay?

Okay.

-Good morning. -Is there any coffee?

In the pot.

What are you talking about?

The harrow.

-You know we need a new one. -Yes.

-Good morning. -Morning.

-Good morning. -Morning.

Good morning.

-You look tired. -We'll have to wake him up.

-You don't like jokes in the morning? -Jon.

-Do you need help? -Yes.

Let's do it together.

Kimmen, what are you doing here? How are you?

How are things at home?

How is Ivar?

He stopped eating.

Kimmen.

Why are you here?

-I think that the police are wrong. -I think so too.

Because I don't think it was that Kåre guy who did it.

No, it was someone he works for.

Who?

You know who.

Is he back? Järven?

Goddammit…

So… Silas ran errands for him.

But he screwed up and told the police about it in an interrogation.

And Järven found out about it.

Did Silas do business with him?

Yeah.

Does Ivar know about this?

No.

Why are you only telling me this now? Why didn't you come to me sooner?

It's okay, Kimmen.

So he ratted on Järven?

Yeah.

How do you know?

I just know. And now you do too.

LAND OF SIN

-What is it? What's the matter? -Nothing.

Can I have the blue one?

-Didn't you sleep well? -There's just a lot going on at work.

I have to go.

-Can I go too? -I have to go.

-Please. -I have to go to work now.

But Daddy… Please.

-Bye. -But you promised.

-Huh? I have to go to work. -Please, Daddy.

Hi, Stefan. I'm fine. And you? Thanks for calling me back.

Did you manage to get the DNA?

-You did? -Yes.

-Have you had any hits? -Yes, I've got a hit. It's the guy that…

-Are you sure it's him? -Yes, it's a complete match.

You were born just before 2:00 a.m.

It was summer and dawn.

The first rays of sunshine shone over the rooftops through the hospital window.

We knew that we only had each other.

You were lying on my lap in the kitchen, looking at me.

It was as if we were trying to work out who the other person was.

Hello? Dani?

Are you here?

Hey…

If you're taking leave, you need to turn off your location, you know?

Have you started breaking and entering now too?

I'll leave some cash to replace the lock.

Dani, what the hell are you up to? You can't just leave.

Your problem won't go away.

What do we do?

We have to bring him in.

Dani…

We don't know for certain that it's him.

Dani.

We can't be certain.

He's been fingerprinted and swabbed. He's got a record.

The forensics guy is a buddy of mine from university.

He rushed the profile.

It's Oliver's DNA under Silas's nails.

So why have you not brought him in?

Huh?

What the hell are you waiting for?

Maybe because the others don't know. It's just me waiting.

-For what? -For you. I'm waiting for you, Dani.

This is your chance to climb the career ladder.

Climb the ladder?

Climb the ladder, huh?

I don't climb over people.

But I can't give you more time.

He's gone.

You can find him, Dani.

We had a dog when I was young. She was ill and had to be put down.

So Dad took her to the woods and dealt with it himself.

No fucking stranger was going to take his dog away.

You have to do this yourself.

Don't you think?

If you want to find Oliver, you can.

Why do people choose these places?

Why do people get stuck here?

And never move on?

Well…

You heard what Boel said.

The eldest son takes over.

It's like an illness.

What is?

What we inherit.

How many kids do you have?

Three.

Are you a good father?

Yeah…

I do my best.

You're doing well.

You're doing well.

-He left. -Who?

Oliver's dad.

I came to Sweden because of him.

I wonder if everything would have been different if…

I don't know.

Never mind.

Silas?

Yeah?

What was his relationship like with Oliver when he lived with you?

Like brothers.

Rivalry?

They were just close.

Oliver is not violent.

Yeah, but benzo is serious stuff.

I've seen him on benzo. He doesn't get violent.

Good. But it happens.

Fuck! Fucking hell! I told you, he's not violent!

-Here you are. -Thank you.

Oliver.

-What are you doing here? -Sit down.

You can't be here, Mom.

I know you're here to score. That's not why I'm here.

I'm not entering some rehab program. Okay?

The police are looking for you.

Have you put me under surveillance?

What happened to your cheek?

Were you forced to do it?

What did they have on you?

Oliver?

What happened between you two? You and Silas?

Did you two keep meeting up?

Stay.

What did you two do?

Did you sell drugs together?

I want to know what happened.

Do you want to know as a cop?

Or as my mother?

-Both. -That's not possible.

Choose.

You're just like he was, do you realize that?

Like whom?

You're not physically violent, but you have other means.

-Are you talking about Grandpa? -Yeah, I'm talking about Grandpa.

You're always right.

You're never wrong.

And you have never apologized to me.

Never.

I did what I could with you.

I protected you.

Like you protected Silas? Huh?

I couldn't protect him from himself, or you.

No. That's why you threw me out, right?

It was freaking winter, Mom.

Oliver.

-This is the end of the line. -Oliver?

Oh my God, Mom. Is that your fucking cop buddy?

-Come on. -No way. Tell me you're fucking joking.

-Oliver… -Let go!

You're a suspect in the murder of Silas Duncke.

Do you think I killed my own brother? Fucking cunt, wallah!

-Let go! -Oliver.

Calm down.

Tell me what this is about then!

Mom!

Mom!

Mom!

Mom!

-What if it's not him? -Dani, what the hell? Come on.

-You made me do this. -We've got the DNA results.

What the hell have I done? Why did you make me do it?

My son's in there. I have to talk to him.

-We know. It doesn't work like that. -Calm down.

-I have to talk to him! -But we can't let you in.

My son's in there! I have to talk to him!

I'll talk to the guards. I promise. You can trust me. Okay?

Calm down.

How long have you known about this?

Known what?

That it's Oliver we're looking for.

Who else knows about this?

No one.

-Rogenmo and Malik will take it from here. -No!

Listen to me. Rogenmo and Malik will take over.

-You'll be on leave until further notice. -Reassign me.

-Reassign you? -Reassign me. I have to work.

Dammit, Dani. Go home and rest. When did you last do that?

It's a bit difficult with my son in custody.

If I hear that you're involved in anything regarding this investigation, you're out.

I'm serious.

-Yes? -Hi. My name is Alexander.

I'm calling from the sober living home.

Yes.

We talked about a spot here for your son, Oliver.

He's unable to accept, unfortunately.

Okay. But are you sure? It's not often we have a spot open.

I know.

-He could even come in tomorrow. -But he's not up for it.

Okay, we could talk to him…

-Are you the only one here? -Yeah.

I found her.

-Becka? -Yeah.

Somebody called in. She's been hiding out in a barn.

I'm not working on this anymore. Call Cennerbäck.

-I haven't done anything. -Okay.

-What have you been living off of? -My dad brought me food.

Okay.

There are witnesses who heard you threaten to send someone after Silas.

I was drunk.

I would never do anything like that. He had…

much bigger problems than that.

Like what?

What do you mean by "bigger problems"?

Am I being formally questioned? Otherwise, I'm leaving.

-You're free to leave, but… -But what?

If you didn't do anything…

-I didn't. -…then it will look better if you stay.

-Why did you leave? -I panicked.

Because people had heard you threaten Silas?

-How did he react to that? -To what?

The threats.

He just laughed.

He said his guys would take care of it.

What guys?

Some older ones.

Dangerous ones.

Kåre?

Kåre is an errand boy.

He takes care of stuff, the dirty work, collects debts. You know.

For whom?

Who's Kåre's boss?

He's got the Joker's smile.

-A scar by his mouth. -But you don't know his name?

I think that Ivar, Silas's dad, knows.

We bumped into him when we were out.

They greeted each other as if they knew each other.

When you say that Silas had bigger problems,

is it him you're referring to?

The guy with the scar?

Ask Ivar what he thinks.

See if he's heard that Silas worked for him.

Have you spoken to him?

It's awful…

First Silas and now Ivar.

Come here.

I owe him that.

Ivar?

You owe him nothing.

Given how he treated you.

I have to go and meet him. Ivar asked me to.

-Yes, but Ivar's dead now. -It doesn't matter. I owe him that.

The police have already caught a guy. It's all sorted.

And you know that they have the right guy? You don't know that.

You have two sons. Forget all this.

Kimmen said that Silas worked for him. I need to find out.

-Are you going to do the same as him? -I'll see what he's about.

But he's dangerous. He could kill you!

-Yes, exactly. -Don't do it, dammit.

Fine, off you go. Jesus, you're a fucking idiot!

-Elis is here. -Okay.

That's great.

-Hi there. -Hi.

-I can't see him. Where is he? -He's on his way.

Shall we dust off your old seat?

-Kåre? -Yes?

-Isn't that that cop from Malmö? -Yes, the bitch who got suspended.

-Oh, a cop. -Yeah.

-Hello? Are there more on their way? -Are your colleagues coming or what?

-Hello? -Did you lead her here?

-Hell no. -She turned up when you did.

I don't know where she came from.

Did you check your mirrors to see if she was following you?

-I said I don't know where she came from. -Fucking bullshit!

-You've probably been under surveillance. -Are there more pigs on their way?

Hello? Are your colleagues on their way?

Are there more coming?

Fuck. Let's get rid of the speed in case she's got backup.

We don't know what she's seen. She's seen too much.

-I won't do time because of her. -No. Who knows?

So she needs a bullet in the head. It's as simple as that.

You need to discuss this. You take care of this.

-We need to get rid of her. Understood? -Yes.

Petri and I will deal with her.

You make sure that there are no traces, and burn down the barn.

Where will you take her?

I told you. You don't know what you've gotten yourself into.

Why didn't you listen?

Why?

Boel, for fuck's sake. We're just trying to help you.

Boel, we just want to help you.

In all these years, you didn't help me a single time.

-Let me see. -Sure.

Nice.

What the hell are you talking about?

-There are children here. -How are you, Jon?

Why don't you go out for a bit? You do that. You're better off outside.

-No, I don't know. -You know damn well what this is about!

You have been going on about this for all these years.

Hello?

Amphetamines are one thing. Murder is different.

-No, it fucking isn't. -Yes, it is.

Who gave you the right to speak?

We have drugs worth several hundred thousand.

And you think you can just barge in here and have an opinion?

We'll get 18 years for the speed. We might as well get rid of you too.

-You'll get life for murder. -Just shut up.

Your time's up, bitch.

Lassie, let's go for a walk in the woods. Let's do that.

Now she's seen the lab and everything, of course we need to get rid of her.

Of course we're going to react when you bring a fucking cop here.

I didn't bring anyone here.

-You little shits! -"Little shits"?

-Where's Järven? -Forget Järven!

Where the hell is Järven?

On your knees!

Shut up!

Shut up!

Fuck!

Cunt! Fuck!

Calm down!

Wasn't this what you wanted? A bullet to your head?

-I said, on your knees. -Rat bastard.

Shut up, you fucking cunt.

It's okay.

Shut up.

Who gave you the right to speak?

-I'll show you. -Go on, shoot!

Mom!

-You only have yourself to blame. -Shoot!

-It's over. -Shoot!

Shoot, for fuck's sake!

Subtitle translation by: Molly Yurick