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Can't you say you need to monitor a nuclear submarine?

Together with a handsome husband on an island.

Shall I just order you to help?

A job for dad.

Let's see if daddy can.

You're too weak.

There.

Papa can do it.

Only I'm a little dizzy.

But try to do it yourself.

I don't want to work.

Hello, Bengtzon.

How was Greece?

Greek. And you?

Great. Is there any news?

A lot. "The police suspect a moped gang in Stockholm."

Polish trucks bring them in, and Italians sell them again.

I had one. It lasted too. Where is Berit?

In the city. Bengtzon, listen:

"Record ice cream sales. The ten most popular flavours."

More great news: "The army cancels planned exercises."

The dog days of August.

Do you want a coffee?

Please.

Swedish colonel held hostage 172 days now, family appeals to Ministry.

Evening Press, Annika Bengtzon.

Yes, you're speaking with the newspaper.

What park?

What's her name?

I don't know.

Where's the woman who found her?

Going to the hospital. In shock.

Was she strangled?

What time?

Clues? Evidence?

Easy now. She's not even cold yet.

My god, is it really true?

I come here every day.

Do you live around here?

Yes, Frejgatan 41.

Are you sure you didn't hear or see anything, last night or this morning?

You don't sleep much at night now.

There's a lot of noise at night.

Especially on the weekends.

I'm constantly stumbling over drunks.

Christer Lundgren, here.

Hi, Karina.

About our reaction to the proposal on free trade.

I'm concerned a bit about the wording.

Now it seems as if the Minister, or rather you,

aren't positive about all the countries involved.

Karina, you attended the consultations. You heard everything.

Why are you calling me about this?

Okay.

How did Baltic delegation react?

Great. Everyone was happy.

Good. See you then.

And now the other news.

A young woman was found dead in Vasastan, in the center of Stockholm.

Police suspect murder, but haven't made a statement.

Come with me?

I want out of here.

Isn't this too risky?

Josefine. Without "E"?

Liljeberg.

When will you know more?

Okay, what do we have?

Josefin Liljeberg, 19, from Stockholm.

Strangled and raped early this morning.

Perhaps abused beforehand.

Beautiful. I want to know everything:

Family, work, boyfriends, girlfriends.

And pictures from when she was alive.

Easy, we're not interns.

I didn't hear that.

Liljeberg, Hanna Josefin. From Taby.

Taby? Nice girl, bad habits.

Living on Igeldammsgatan.

Annika, you do the family.

Fine.

And this time make sure that they already know.

That wasn't me.

You startled me.

Sorry.

I wanted to look at you.

I thought you'd only get back tomorrow.

Are they already sleeping?

I really missed you.

Did she have any friends in her class?

Ask about that at the sports club. Berit.

No friends?

Strangulation and confirmed rape.

Probably the same place where she was found.

No suspects yet.

The Police welcome all tips on this matter, blah, blah...

No clothes, except...

Her underwear. I saw that.

She lived with a roommate.

Who's that?

Don't know.

She reported her as missing.

You're doing the hunt for the killer.

Annika, you do her personal life and last hours.

Then we'll close it.

How did it go?

What?

Have you spoken to Josefin's mother yet?

She kept saying how well she did at school.

The father wasn't even able to come to the phone.

I never get used to that kind of talk.

Did you know her?

Annika, journalist. I'm writing about Josefin.

I don't want to do an interview.

No, don't worry.

I understand how you feel.

Why?

You know...

My friend died when I was your age, so...

Beautiful flowers.

These are from her boyfriend.

He doesn't even want to come here.

What's his name?

I have to go.

Wait.

If there's anything, call me. This is my card.

For when you want to talk.

What's your name?

Patricia.

Hi, it's me.

Did I wake you?

Yes.

Sorry. I only wanted to hear your voice.

Are you okay?

Fine.

No, go back to sleep.

Was there anything?

Nothing significant.

I just had to work late.

Take care of yourself.

Kiss.

Okay. Kiss. Good bye.

We have more details and pictures than the rest.

Nobody writes about her clothes.

Was that girl her roommate?

Yes. Patricia. I hope she'll call me.

I'd like to meet that boyfriend.

Whatever you say. And the Colonel?

No news. I've heard nothing.

He won't get VIP treatment.

But the Prime Minister continues to hide behind the UN.

"UN will only support you if the government

refuses to negotiate with the terrorists."

He's very smug.

He always was.

Maybe he should sit locked up in a bunker.

Christer.

Christer.

It's the prime minister.

Sleep well?

Apparently I was needed. I drove straight home.

How did it go?

Good.

I've had more pleasant negotiations, but it worked.

Did anyone see you?

No.

Are you sure?

Yes, I'm sure.

Okay. Then we'll wait and see.

Absolutely.

Sorry to disturb you.

How are you?

I just want to talk. It isn't an interview.

I sleep here.

We work at night. So we sleep here.

I could use this.

Where do you work?

At a restaurant.

What restaurant?

On Surbrunnsgatan.

Which restaurant is that?

Studio Sex.

You mean the porn club?

It's just dancing and posing.

Was that Josefin's job? Striptease?

She was a dancer.

I work behind the bar.

Aren't you a journalist?

Yes, that's right.

The club was only something temporary.

Not for you, no?

No. Do you have a problem with that?

Sorry. I just wanted to get a better picture of Josefin.

Do you want some water?

No, thank you.

Is that why she had a breast implant?

I saw her at the park.

Or not?

That was Joachim's idea. Her boyfriend.

He's the club owner.

He paid for it. She danced for him to pay it off.

She always joked about it.

"Now I only have one breast."

I was so happy when she asked if I wanted to share the flat with her.

I had nowhere else to go.

Joachim wasn't so happy, but...

Why not?

He'd rather keep her just for himself.

But I had little choice. So I came here.

You shouldn't write all this.

Was he jealous?

He loved her very much.

Everyone could see that.

She said so herself.

It was great he could cry and show his emotions.

It's important for people to know that,

after what's happened to Josefin.

That she was a stripper in her friend's club.

The police know all that.

I want something positive written about Josefin, not that she...

People have prejudices.

Your name won't appear.

It will get known soon enough.

Yeah, but not from me.

You don't understand. If Joachim suspected I talked to...

You can't write about that, okay? Promise.

I promise.

Hi. To Nybrogatan 26.

Do you have a suspect? Her boyfriend?

What do you mean?

You don't deny it could be him?

Often the perpetrator is known to the victim,

you know that just as well as me.

And the search for clues?

She was raped. There must be DNA.

Of course there would be. They were a couple.

They got into an argument, and she left.

But I do not think you should speculate about him.

What were they arguing about?

We've found her clothes.

Where?

At a recycling center in Hogdalen.

Are these really her clothes?

Yes, but they're useless as evidence.

Why?

They are mixed with other garbage.

Write about that, but forget about her boyfriend.

Why?

Because I said so.

What is this nonsense about clothes

or someone in her environment?

Pure speculation.

This isn't a teen magazine.

It's everything I have.

And that flat mate has damn little to report about. She's sad, so what?

She was really sad.

Well.

If they were such great friends, you should

have been able to elicit more from her.

Go, talk to her parents.

They don't want to.

I've tried.

Bengtzon has nothing. We must fill the gap.

Ask our criminologist, this seems like a serial killer.

Yes. This guy and I love each other.

You need to locate the boyfriend.

What was he busy doing?

Why do we know nothing? Where's the drama? Damn.

Here's the cash.

Come in.

Would you like a drink?

No.

A Coke?

No, thanks.

I tried to sleep a bit,

but it didn't help.

Sit down.

She earned that.

It went pretty well tonight.

Who do you think it was?

Maybe one of those posers here.

No idea.

What did you tell the police?

The same.

That you know nothing?

Yes.

"He blushed as he looked at me.

He couldn't hide his feelings."

He was the most handsome boy I ever met.

He can also cry.

He wasn't embarrassed about it.

I told him I wanted to leave and achieve something.

"He was the first who really listened to me."

It's him.

How do you know?

I know. The way she talks about him.

And he's the owner of the club where she was a stripper?

Do you intend to keep it for yourself?

Yes.

You should tell Schyman.

This is just one more time.

I know, but...

I promised.

Hi. Back from sailing?

Can't you see?

Hello, Annika.

Did you miss me?

Joachim Robert Viklund.

Tell me more.

Born in 1980, Brannkyrka.

Address: Gamla Rasundavagen in Solna.

Unmarried, no children.

Has a BMW M3.

No income.

A trading ban and a bankruptcy in 2005.

I know who did it.

Patricia said...

He has an alibi.

Several employees say he was in the club at the time of the murder.

The bouncer, the girlfriend of the bouncer,

they all say the same thing.

They were celebrating something.

Afterwards Joachim shared a taxi with the bouncer.

You can check that.

The taxi was illegal.

So you think it isn't him.

Are you sure?

He has an alibi.

From his friends, yes.

Get it out of your head.

And another thing:

Don't tell me how I should do my work.

Fined for Assault in a Pub.

Annika, why aren't you answering?

The police interrogated a minister.

I send Patrik there.

Where have you been? Come to the office.

Christer Lundgren was interviewed for information purposes only.

He isn't a suspect in this case.

Why did you interrogate him?

He may be able to assist the investigation.

Did he know the victim?

No comment.

It's a complex investigation.

The public has a right to information.

We can't say any more now.

The same old song.

Come on, Schyman's here.

No, that's a good angle.

Yes, right?

Hi, Annika.

How is it?

Finally a good story, just before the elections.

You could almost suspect the opposition.

The Prime Minister dragged back from vacation.

You here?

Hello, Schyman.

That girl wasn't a waitress, but a stripper.

What?

A stripper in a nightclub.

Studio Sex on Surbrunnsgatan.

And who is the owner?

Her boyfriend.

Is that confirmed?

Absolutely.

How could you miss that?

What was she doing in the park?

Picking up clients? Fucking all her customers there?

There's a considerable difference between a stripper and a prostitute.

Not so much as between a stripper and the nice girl in your story.

Who excelled so well at school.

It's still something that she became a stripper?

That's not an excuse.

I didn't say so.

What did you say?

Quiet.

"I was just putting it in perspective."

What matters now is that it involves Christer Lundgren.

Exactly.

Amateur. Come on, Patrik.

Take the kids along for a while.

I want to stay with you.

No.

Why not?

Because this may be very difficult.

What do I say to the children?

And for how long then?

I don't know for how long.

Yes, it depends on what's in the papers.

Did you know her?

It isn't what it seems.

"He doesn't want me talking to others,

about us, even when I tell nice things.

I'll never do it again.

I'd never hurt him."

This is really good.

Great. No one has this perspective.

Perhaps the "Christian stripper is fond of children."

What's the relationship with the minister?

Maybe he came to the club. So what?

It wouldn't be the first time.

No.

I can check the official side.

What projects he is working on now.

Annika, you do the personal contacts.

His wife, colleagues, friends.

Someone angry at him who's willing to talk.

Maybe he's using violence.

Patrik, ask the police at the club.

Are you Annika Bengtzon?

How do you write that stuff about my daughter?

First you call and you are all sympathetic.

Then you accuse her acquaintances. How do you think it feels?

How can you even look at yourself in the mirror?

And now it says my daughter was...

A kind of street-walker.

Have you any idea what you've done?

You destroy people's lives,

just to sell your newspaper.

It wasn't the intention...

Get off me.

You understand nothing.

Are you moving out?

Josefin's mother threw me out.

She said if I hadn't met Josefin, she'd still be alive.

How could you write such a thing?

I haven't done anything, I swear.

That was a colleague at the newspaper.

I've no idea how he found out.

I told you it would come out.

Where are you going?

No idea. Look for a wealthy lover.

You can stay at my place.

No.

My husband and kids aren't there.

Nice of you, but I'll manage.

Until you've found something for yourself.

I have to work, but you can still use it.

Hey.

Perhaps you could give me the address?

Annika Bengtzon, Evening Press.

I wish to ask Christer Lundgren some questions.

Then you'll have to ask Karina Bjornlund.

Who's that?

It is about that.

I thought you'd left.

I'm leaving tonight.

Where are the children?

With my mother.

Were you at the police station?

What did they ask?

Christer, say something to me.

You don't have to remain silent.

I can't say anything.

I need to think of the other stakeholders.

But it's all okay.

I can't say more.

What do you actually take me for?

I don't know what to think.

But I know you've done everything for the party.

Are you sure you didn't see or hear anything?

Something you remembered later?

No.

I'll never be able to go to the park again.

And the idea Christer Lundgren has something to do with it.

So strange.

He seems like such a nice man. Just like William. Really nice.

I don't know what I could say against him.

Do you know him?

Yes. He rents a flat in the same building.

I thought that's why you came along.

This building?

Yes, the top floor.

What do you think I should do?

She's dead.

Yes, I know.

No, I haven't talked to anyone.

What do you take me for?

Annika Bengtzon, Evening Press. I'd like to speak to you.

I have only a few questions.

Hello?

We'll write anyway, even if you're silent.

Would you please leave?

Why did they question you?

Did you see anything?

I believe in your innocence.

No comment.

It's better you tell your own story.

Would you please do what I ask?

I'd like to speak Karina Bjornlund.

This is tricky. Do you have an appointment?

There she is.

Annika Bengtzon, Evening Press.

I've already talked your colleagues today.

Why was the minister questioned?

Ask our PR.

Is it because he rents an apartment in that neighbourhood?

Then you know more than me.

And if I knew, I wouldn't say.

Is this about Studio Sex?

The nightclub? Did he go there sometimes?

Excuse me, I have a meeting.

The agreement on free trade is his great project.

In addition to a project with the Minister of Development.

On the evening of the murder he was

with a Baltic trade delegation.

Strictly speaking this isn't criminal,

unless you're an ex-Communist like me.

He has to be a good negotiator.

That treaty between the conservationists and the electricity company...

was largely due to him.

Nothing more?

He is a lawyer and economist.

Politically active since his student days.

Not a "9 to 5" man.

Very dedicated.

Are you sure?

That I can sleep here?

Yes. They're not here now.

How nice.

What?

How long have you been together?

Approximately ten years.

But we have our ups and downs too, like everyone else.

What mood was she in that night?

Cheerful.

Very happy.

She had just been admitted to the university.

So she had no quarrel with Joachim?

Did anything happen?

Do you remember who was there that night?

Was this man there sometimes?

I don't know.

So you recognize him?

All men suits look alike.

Can she have known him from elsewhere?

Sorry. I just want to know what happened.

Are you going to the memorial service?

I'm probably not welcome.

Hello, darling.

Do you like it?

Great. The children are already asleep.

You fly at each other's throats?

No.

But I miss you. I thought about coming home.

No, stay right there.

I have so much to do.

Can I call you back tomorrow? I have to make some phone calls.

Yes, of course. Kiss.

Kiss.

I need to work.

Can I go with you?

To the club?

Have a pint, look around.

Really?

It's possible, but don't say you're a journalist. Joachim will explode.

Who was that?

What a glamorous girl, huh?

This is Josefin's locker.

It's empty. Everything's been removed.

In addition to these.

Which I borrowed.

Was that hers?

It was her favourite.

Josefin could sell herself well.

She was up all night drinking champagne with older men.

She could earn as much as she wanted.

And how much do you earn?

Enough.

I have a contract. The others work black.

How many girls?

Come on. Everyone is here of their own free will.

And they earn all their money at the bar?

Come on, tell me. I also worked in bars.

Long ago, but still.

Is that still in use?

Good technique.

Thank you. Sorry.

Where did you learn that?

I came with Patricia.

My name is Annika.

Hello, Annika.

I'm Joachim.

We can use a roulette croupier.

Sorry, not interested.

Think about it.

You're always welcome.

"He says I can never leave."

He says he can't live without me.

"He says that with tears in his eyes."

Where's the coffin?

Still with the forensic service.

The family couldn't wait any longer.

You can come forward now to say goodbye to Josefin.

To start with, her immediate family: Johan, Marie and Per.

Don't interrogate anyone here. Leave now.

Please go away.

Do you hear me? Get out.

Seven more weeks until the elections.

Christer, you should keep away from the media.

As you wish.

Everything that goes to the press, goes through you, personally.

Not through someone else in PR.

Where's Marie?

In Portugal.

And has she talked to anyone?

Beautiful.

All of us will keep quiet about what Christer said to the police.

Unfortunately the harm's already been done.

Now it's important to minimize the damage.

What happened with the Baltic delegation?

They went back home this morning on the first plane.

You should stay away for a while, until it's passed.

In a quiet place where the police can't contact you.

Where?

I can't go home.

I might...

You're doing nothing.

You've caused enough trouble.

I know where you can go, Christer.

What was that riot at the memorial?

It's already on the Internet.

What happened?

Nothing.

How do I know whether Lundgren went to Studio Sex?

He denies it, and the police won't say anything.

And Patricia can only remember "men in suits".

Her friend?

Did you speak to her again?

She's staying at my place.

Pardon?

Josefin's mother threw her out. She had nowhere to go.

Does Schyman know that?

Of course not.

Goodness, Annika.

A good friend of the victim you're writing about.

What's the matter with you?

If Lundgren was in Studio Sex, there must be a receipt.

Ask the Ministry.

I don't think he delivers those receipts there.

Don't be so sure about that.

People do the strangest things.

Well, I'm off.

A week in the hammock, and no newspaper.

What shall I do without you?

I'm sure you'll be fine.

Or you can always ask our sailing champion

"el Patriko", for help.

Don't worry.

Hi.

Did the Minister of Trade submit a restaurant receipt dated 27 June?

If so, I'd like to see it.

And who are you?

I don't need to say.

This is public information, you know.

Can I get a copy?

I have proof Lundgren was at Studio Sex that night.

55 633 kroner for entertainment and refreshments on his card.

Charged on his credit card.

Can you confirm that?

Yes.

Do you want to break it off with me? Why didn't you tell me?

I'm just doing my job.

So am I.

"I had three stitches.

The nurse said I was lucky.

If my eyes had been open. I'd be blind."

Minister in sex club on night of murder.

Here I demand a good explanation.

I just wanted him to calm down.

It wouldn't seem so.

You look like a hooligan at the victim's funeral.

We weren't any worse than the others.

We waited politely until the family finished saying goodbye.

I was the first who spoke to the family.

Maybe they'll reconsider.

He didn't seem to know his daughter was a stripper.

It looks like a mistake. We'll get a lot of criticism.

Are you tired?

You look tired.

Do you get enough sleep?

I don't know. Do you?

Your judgment seems to leave something to be desired.

Take a little leave.

Patrik can take it from here.

There's a visitor for you. He says he has an appointment.

My wife recognized him.

I was especially glad I had my golf clubs back.

My whole bag was lost once.

She pointed at him and said: "Isn't that the minister?"

There he goes.

19:17 pm, June 27.

That could be anybody.

She recognized the minister.

That still proves nothing.

I'm sorry.

Do I get paid for this?

It's a tip.

Not really how it works. I have to go to work again.

Wait, put another stop.

Can I take a closer look?

We're a private company...

so we can't reveal receipts or reservations.

I know Christer Lundgren flew with you that day.

The Minister.

If he did, he has a right to keep it to himself.

I don't have to tell you.

He's involved in a police investigation.

This is very important information. I request you to give it to me.

Your name won't be mentioned.

I'm trying to clear his name.

Right.

I'm sorry.

Can I speak to the manager?

Who's on vacation.

Call him.

He isn't reachable.

Why not?

Because he's on vacation.

I'm sorry, I can't help you.

So even though you weren't really a suspect...

You told the police public money goes to strip clubs.

What else could I say?

Well.

But do you realize what this means?

What we have to do?

You are strong.

You can handle it.

I'm sure.

What was he doing that Friday night at the airport?

I have the receipt from Studio Sex.

Why is he using a private jet?

To reserve a ticket?

Someone else can surely arrange that for him.

I just know that there's more to it.

There will be a real explanation.

What some?

From Belgium.

No.

We will keep a low profile about it for now.

As I said.

What will we write about?

That's my problem, not yours.

Sorry.

I thought you'd be happy.

At least that was the intention.

How are you?

I'm a little stressed.

Where are the kids?

With my mother.

Relax.

They're happy there.

Who's staying here?

A friend of that girl.

A colleague of hers.

She was thrown out on the street.

What girl?

The one murdered in the park.

The stripper?

And her friend's staying here?

A few days, until she finds something.

Dammit, Annika.

A porn star in our nursery?

She works at the bar.

True. And her friend was just killed.

You should have asked me.

And where is she now?

At work, I suppose.

But tonight she sleeps here again?

I should have asked you. Sorry.

Is this private therapy or something?

What?

Annika, I also read the newspapers. I know she was mistreated.

You don't answer the phone.

And when I get home I find your head's somewhere else.

Why do you always want to save the world?

Because I care.

Because I don't want her killer to go free. Is that wrong?

Well?

No, there isn't anything wrong.

Beautiful.

Come.

Do you want a ride home?

No, I'm staying around here.

Hi, girls.

About that Annika?

How do you know her?

From fitness training. Gym.

Sorry.

Don't worry.

Come along.

I've something for you.

I want to give you this.

No.

I bought it for Josefin.

Now I want to give it to you.

I can't accept it.

I'm sorry.

I need you, Patricia.

I give so much to you.

I need you.

Stop. Hold on.

Stop. Don't.

The press will not attend funerals out of respect for the family.

Evening Press didn't want to be our guest,

but said they have done nothing wrong.

What are we going to do today?

Or rather: What are we not going to do?

Wait, I need...

Annika, to the government building.

I'm coming.

I'm on my way.

Hi, Patricia, this is Annika.

I hope everything's okay with you.

Call me just when you get this.

Okay. Bye.

Christer Lundgren has resigned, effective immediately.

It was his own decision, and I have to respect that.

I remind you Christer Lundgren isn't suspected of any crime.

He shouldn't have gone to that nightclub...

but we all make mistakes.

We're all human.

Are there often invited foreign guests?

Please, let's get this affair behind us

and focus on the upcoming elections.

It's too bad if someone is used as a scapegoat.

He has a family.

Especially when it could be prevented by his own initiative.

If it were up to me...

No one needs to find out.

That was all.

Copies sometimes simply get lost.

That's nobody's fault.

Damn.

In Afghanistan, the kidnapped Swedish colonel was unexpectedly released.

The press conference was held at a hotel in Amman.

The villains are all, huh?

Thanks to our consistent preparation and courage of the Colonel...

It's a victory for the government and for our democratic values.

Al Qaeda issued a statement about their American prisoners.

Millions added to defence budget.

Christian Lundgren wasn't at Studio Sex but in Oslo.

He flew there at 20:00 and went back at half past four.

He couldn't have killed Josefin or even seen her.

Compare the signatures to confirm.

That signature was forged.

I suspected he'd rather not say where he was.

Who signed it?

A government official.

I wanted to know what he did in Oslo,

but the track ends at the airport.

It's like he just vanished.

Then I remembered...

that several diplomats with ties to Afghanistan were in Oslo also.

And?

And suddenly the Colonel is released.

What seemed impossible up till now.

And then suddenly a million increase in the defence budget.

Isn't that strange?

Conveniently for the government, right before the election.

So did Lundgren pay the Taliban with weapons on behalf of the Government?

He chartered a secret aircraft in middle of the night.

That wasn't a birthday party.

Why Christer Lundgren?

An unknown but good negotiator.

Weapons paid for with our tax money, shipped to the Taliban.

This may be an international scandal.

Exciting.

But we can't publish it.

It's all speculation.

Give me 24 hours.

You've done a lot of work on it,

but I won't put my career at stake.

Forget it.

I can write what I want.

But I decide what we publish,

and now we have other issues.

Annika Bengtzon, Evening Press.

I don't want to talk to you.

I know you don't want to talk, but I need Lundgren's comments.

I know he wasn't in Studio Sex on the 27th, but in Oslo.

Do you know what he was doing?

No.

The I'll tell you what I think he was doing.

It's over.

Don't cry now.

What will happen to the children? What have you done?

Are you going to jail?

Of course not.

No, I knew nothing about the flight.

Even though I take your theories seriously... no.

It doesn't surprise me really.

I never saw him as a murderer.

He lied during police interrogations.

Possibly.

But he's no longer of interest.

Arms trade isn't my area.

Not yet.

In addition, we already know who killed Josefin.

Joachim abused and raped her throughout their long relationship.

And then he killed her.

I knew it.

I've known all along.

But he has an airtight alibi, as I said.

We can monitor him, nothing more.

I know.

It sucks. But so it goes sometimes.

"I still can't talk. It may be permanent injury.

If I stay, I lose the last bit of myself.

Then I no longer exist.

Then there's nothing to stop him the next time."

Hi. Where have you been?

At work.

Where is she?

I've already changed our restaurant reservation.

So we're still on time.

What has he done to you?

Nothing.

I was the one...

Did he force you?

You shouldn't protect him.

My job is all I have.

Not if you end up like Josefin.

You don't need him.

Did she break up with him?

She screamed.

She fought with him.

First in the office, then on the stairs.

Then she ran away.

And he ran after her.

That was the last time I saw her.

Satisfied?

You saw he went after her?

I'm with you.

For black and double accounts, he has no alibi.

He even asked me.

Where does he keep his real accounts?

Come on, say something. Where?

In the office. In two black folders.

I know nothing more.

Are you crazy?

I have to go.

Why?

I'm the only one who cares.

You won't go there.

It's not your problem.

It's my problem.

You just don't trust me.

I really care what you've been through,

but that was then.

So you read it?

No.

I trust you to tell me when you're ready.

Annika, I haven't read it.

I opened it, saw what it was and...

Read it.

Do it. The maybe you will understand.

You'll be late.

Hurry up.

Will you do it, or me?

Tell them down there not to smoke.

The smoke gets into the aircon and goes everywhere.

It's very smelly.

Have you thought about it?

A bit.

Cool.

Then I'd like to welcome you.

Thank you.

It has been a while, but I can do it.

I'm sure it will be fine.

Can I have a look?

In roulette you don't need so many clothes.

I just want to see if you look good.

Why don't you take off your jacket.

The shirt too.

Very nice.

Can you just turn around?

One more time.

Can I also just see your tits?

A little bit longer.

How beautiful.

Only not very big.

Patricia, you can take care of that.

We'll try tonight.

And then we'll see.

We'll talk about the money later.

Absolutely.

It may take some time before it takes off.

Those guys need to get something to drink.

What's important is:

If they are too pushy,

send them down to the striptease.

They shouldn't touch you.

You feel the boundary yourself.

If there's something...

Then you just come to me.

Very good.

Show Annika around.

This is going to be fun.

Does this really work?

Yes. Just don't bend over.

Can you distract him?

I think so.

Don't you understand I love you?

Stupid whore.

I love you. Do you understand that or not.

Let me go.

You won't leave me.

No more bets.

Your drink.

Okay?

16 red.

Bets please.

30 red. That was close.

This is going well.

Where have you worked before?

Especially in hotels.

Not anymore?

You look so familiar.

What do you do now?

I do a training.

Gentlemen, you can bet.

Come along.

You doing good.

Can you take over for a minute?

Look at this picture again.

It's her.

It's me. I'm at Studio Sex and I have evidence of tax evasion.

What are you doing there?

It was a big lie.

Come on, Come on.

Dirty whore you are.

Sit down.

What are you doing here?

I write about nightclubs in Stockholm.

If there's something I hate, it's being lied to.

I wanted to see where Josefin worked.

I should have asked. I understand you're angry.

I certainly am.

Sit down.

Sit down.

Where's your laptop?

Not here.

Do you think you can trap me, a lousy journalist like you?

Stay the hell away from me.

Don't touch me, filthy bastard. Do you hear what I say?

Let me go.

Hurry up, here.

Go home and rest, Annika.

Patricia also has something to say.

Attention is now page one, eight, nine, and the middle page. Let's see.

Can we publish?

Can you confirm that?

How many years can he get?

Bengtzon, how far are you?

I'll send it now.

Police Raid on Studio Sex.

Good job.

But he gets away with the murder.

That's only a matter of time.

Good night.

Bengtzon?

Does your husband know you wear such make-up for your job?

Sleep well.

It looks great.

Yes, it does.

How did you get in your head which club to go to?

Who did you want to really impress?

Listen.

I want a job with the government.

I hear you, but the answer is no. Now get out.

You didn't hear me at all.

This isn't a negotiation.

I now know things you don't want in the open.

You exchanged Swedish weapons for the colonel's release.

Do you really think I wasn't going to find out?

Former Minister Christer Lundgren is now director of the province.

He submitted his resignation after being interrogated in connection with a murder case.

For the first time it looks bright for the government before the elections.

According to the polls they have a 7% lead over the opposition.

Now the weather: It seems the heat wave is finally over.

A low pressure area over the North Sea moves into our Sweden...

So we can expect considerably cooler temperatures for the rest of August.