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Hey!

Best wishes and happy 55th birthday, Uncle Max!

From Spitsbergen.

And many happy returns.

May we see each other again soon.

FAILED TO SEND MESSAGE

Okay.

First, secure the crime scene.

Murder-suicide. The offender might still be here.

Second, the bodies are the coroner’s.

You cannot touch them until he releases them.

Third, take a moment.

Look, smell, take notice.

Right?

Smell.

That could have been petrol. The canister is under the table.

MUNICH, GERMANY

Another intake of geniuses.

- Petrol? - Yes.

And you shot them.

- I’m wasting my time. - The old days are gone, Max.

There are better instructors than me.

Could I have learned more from someone else?

With me you learned on the job, but this...

Dummies as bodies, fake blood. They know nothing can happen.

- Your face, Max. You look so... - Anyone can do healthy.

- What are you doing here? - They’ve called off the search.

- Norway. - Have they found him?

They say he must have left the island.

That’s it? No clues, evidence?

What idiots up there in the Arctic.

They say they found nothing suspicious.

Max, it must be a girl, you know how he is. Don’t take on.

No birthday call, missed the anniversary of his mum’s death, and his flight back...

- It doesn’t mean he’s dead. - Victor’s been missing for nine days.

And they call off the search after a single day?

- Give me a number, I’ll talk to them. - And then what?

Will they have helicopters searching the Arctic?

I told you, I’ll let you know.

Nothing?

- I’m taking a break. - Okay.

And you don’t know why he went to Spitsbergen?

The last few months, he didn’t give much away.

- And less after we split up. - It’s not like him.

All his social media profiles have been deleted.

- Did you know that? - I must get back. My PhD...

I only have the lab for a few hours.

Take care.

Victor?

Victor?

What are the birthday plans? Going fishing with Dad?

SVALBARD, NORWAY

Do you remember your sixth birthday?

Just one of my friends setting fire to a paper tablecloth.

My mum almost had a heart attack.

Hi, Nora, sorry we’re late. We got bogged down at work.

- That’s okay. - Happy birthday, Ove!

Happy birthday to you!

He... he managed

He managed it!

Oh, really?

Shall we see what it is? She’s coming now.

Which hand?

Okay, okay, okay!

Oh, look.

Oh, look at that!

Isn’t it nice?

Maybe you’d like to come out on the boat and give it a try?

Great. Here you are. Happy birthday!

- Can I get a hug from him? - Yes.

Yes, oh!

- We need to go, his mum is waiting. - Mum is waiting.

Thanks for giving him a present.

Hop, hop! There we go.

Come on!

- Have you been driving drunk again? - No, no, no.

Your car is parked off the road.

That’s just a bad job of parking.

Dead.

I have to report you for this.

You can come to the station tomorrow at three o’clock.

No, no, no...

I just... Thea!

Thea...

Here at BSG’s company headquarters

are some of the most powerful people in the world.

To make it dear, it is no longer in politics,

but here, among other places, that will decide humanity’s fate.

BSG controls more than 60% of allseeds sold around the world.

- Hey, stop! - And they still want more.

They want more. They...

Hands behind your back.

Up!

9% down when the markets closed.

It’s a catastrophe.

Yes. We’re on our way.

Krimmer arrives tomorrow from Paris, and the others are here.

Yes. Tomorrow at 11 sharp.

What?

Who wants to take part? And who authorised that?

These corporations do not have a dean record.

Contrary to all promises, their allegedly safe pesticides

illness and death.

They deliberately covered up the health risks of their top sellers.

- Faiza! - Hello.

- Have you heard something? - No. May I?

Come in.

Listen, Max. I wasn’t completely honest.

Victor did call again after he broke up with me.

- And when was that? - Five weeks ago.

He said he was working on some article.

He wanted me to analyse something for him.

- He sent it to me without asking. - What did he send?

- Seeds from all over the world. - Why?

He’s worried that the last three big seed companies in the world

are trying to use regional seed banks

to gain access to ancient seed strains.

Is one of them BSG?

- I found all this at Victor’s. - Yes, BSG is one of them.

What’s their interest in ancient seeds?

Crossbreeding new variants and patenting them.

It’s a billion-dollar business.

Worldwide?

Yes. He sent seeds from Cordoba, Kyoto and Mexico.

They each have a local seed bank.

And here?

Spitsbergen has the International Seed Vault.

Millions of seed samples are stored there.

As a back-up for times of crisis.

Victor sends you seeds from all over the world

and you don’t know why?

Lotte, just listen. I only wanted...

Once I find him, I’ll be right back.

I’m sending you a few pictures.

Have Forensics see what they make of them.

Two, three days. I need to know what’s going on.

Brussels, Belgium I

We promised ourselves something different once.

You have one new voice message.

You’re seriously on a plane? Just hurry back, okay?

About the photos, they show electronic security locks.

The say it looks like someone was training to pick them.

By tampering with the circuitry

or entering manufacturer codes to reset them.

Call me when you get this.

Here I am, right on time and stone-cold sober.

The only one who can stop your drinking...

...is myself, I know, I know.

But seriously, you can’t report me.

I can’t lose my job, what the hell!

Eivind will take your statement.

I don’t actually know what else I can do to help you.

Come on.

You get behind the wheel drunk again and again.

Don’t you realise you could run somebody over... a child?

Do you really want us to discuss children?

All right, we can talk about kids all you want.

Just do it, he’s not staying very long.

- What’s wrong? Should I ask Eivind? - No. It’ll be fine.

- Charming guy. - Yes, he is.

BRUSSELS, BELGIUM

Always humour.

Yeah, hi, we’re here now. I thought you were coming?

Lennart... You don’t know how this works.

Okay, fine. We’ll do it the formal way. Bye.

What an arsehole.

Lotte, Max here.

Please go to the Grosshadern clinic, see Professor Grimmer,

and without red tape try to get me Victor’s DNA profile?

That would be terrific, thanks.

POLICE IDENTIFICATION CARD

Hi.

- Is it all right if I help myself? - Okay.

Also an alcohol-free.

Put it on my tab.

Experts are already warning

of an imminent food shortage due to climate change.

Hi, this is Victor’s voice mail.

, You known the drill, message after the tone.

In the name of the Father, the Son and the Holy Ghost,

may God forgive me and grant me peace.

And forgive the sins I am yet to commit.

Amen.

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