Original subtitles

What have you found? - I checked his records in the cloud.

Along with a phone call to Marianne, I found something else. 23,39.

Ruda called Meyer, a 2 minutes call.

Meyer didn't tell you, did he? - No.

Come with me.

Who are we looking for?

We got a text message from 0764-036642.

The SIM card Mikkola got from Ruda. - Two days before his murder.

It says: "Got something for you, where do we meet?"

We gotta bring him in. - I'll get him.

How without a warrant? - I told you I'll get him.

Verbally or orally? - Fucking idiot...

Can you keep an eye on Meyer for me? - I can do that.

It's not here. - Vida!

What's not there?

My Dr Dre t-shirt, The Chronic, it's not here.

The white one? - It's pale turquoise.

I don't know where it is. - Don't play dumb!

I know you love it but... - You can't steal my stuff!

Vida!! - Daniela, come on... give it back.

I didn't steal your damn t-shirt! Vida! You'll be late!

What are you doing?! - Looking for my t-shirt!

You live here or what?! - This is also yours I presume!

You gave that to me. - Where's my t-shirt!

I don't know! Vida!

Vida, that's enough!

Vida?

Shit!

Vida!

Vida! Vida!

Call 112. Vida!

What the fuck...

Hey, hey... no!

You're late!

How does it feel to be back in the big city?

Do I have everything there is?

Yes, you got everything. Can I do something else for you?

You know how many complaints have been made against Hassel's unit?

A couple?

22 for violence and 9 for illegal arrest.

And that's just what's been reported.

I can't let a bunch of gunmen with badges lead this investigation.

We're gonna be a great team, F�tima.

Shall we start with a coffee? - Yes, please.

You can't do that anymore, Vida.

You scared your mother to death.

I didn't scare you though.

I was 5 when I first saw someone die, it's different.

Who was it? - Well...

My dad was drinking with some friends in the kitchen.

I woke up and dad had just hit one of them.

The man fell down and cracked his skull against the radiator.

I remember everything, images and thoughts.

They stay there, no matter what I do.

You understand what I'm saying?

Vida, do you understand what I'm saying?

Go now, you're already late.

Poor girl...

How many places we got left? - Enough.

H�FA... what a shitty word. Sounds like some Estonian town.

Is our friend Mikkola in the records?

Triton is much like the Wild West. I like it though.

I can picture myself working like that.

Don't believe all you hear.

I believe what I see... and I saw tough

guys piss their pants when they show up.

Police. Excuse us...

I heard Ruda had dinner with Hassel that night.

Hassel must know

something, they were close...

Just leave it!

Hassel knows even Ruda's informers, those not registered.

Here's what we'll do...

You take those.

I'll take these. - Ok.

Excuse me, may I ask you a few questions?

We're looking for Petri Mikkola, do you know him?

We believe he used to live here.

SIU took the video from the night of the murder.

Ruda sat by the

window and had coffee. No

one remembers any contact with other customers.

Don't ask how I got this. Look.

He knew there was a camera on him.

He knew you were gonna find it.

Ruda.

15 bullet wounds, from a total of 27 fired.

Caliber 9-19. Mostly 39B bullets.

Some from a private manufacturer. - That means multiple shooters.

We're thinking of a violent response to the work Triton Unit was doing.

That's the lead Joel and I are following.

I don't get it, seems like he was going around aimlessly.

He stayed 30 minutes in a Kungens Kurva

station and then went to V�stberga to be executed.

What do you make of it? - I don't know... it seems staged.

Such an open place... and no witnesses.

A perfect place to make it look like a gang shooting.

Ok... hypothetically.

Yes... hypothetically. - And Meyer?

Where the hell is Mikkola?

I'm glad you made it.

I need to lay low for a few days. - Look... cool, huh?

I can sleep on the couch.

What kind of shit you got yourself into?

Can you help me?

Of course you can stay on the couch. - I thought as much.

Fan belt. - Fan belt.

Carburator. - Carburator.

Brake pads. - Brake pads.

Can you turn that off? - It's German.

No shit...

I'm getting Audi parts from a friend in Rostock,

I need to be able to communicate.

Cars, yes... you can get huge tax exemptions.

Look. - You're fucking crazy!

Thank you!

Can I borrow your car? I'll be quick.

Perfect.

Perfect.

This is insane.

I know, Hassel and Meyer detained him for 3 days.

In a basement... this is like Guant�namo.

And Ruda just let them do it. - It's a case from 2007.

When Frank and Palm joined Triton, things got even worse... a lot worse.

There's gotta be a connection

between these cases and Ruda's murder.

Why were they laid off? Who are they protecting?

Some criminal Ruda was after.

What about Eira Lindhe? - Lindhe?

A rookie on a motorcycle who joined

Triton just to make trouble. Why you ask?

Excuse me... Eira Lindhe? - Yes.

Could you help me with something? - Of course.

It's a little embarrassing... I forgot my wallet...

No problem.

Thanks. - What do you want?

Just that. - It's 65.

How's the inquiry going? - It's going...

Number 38. Enjoy. - You saved me. Thank you.

Everything ok? - Yes. Aren't you eating something?

No, I'm off carbs.

Die, you fucking crocodile! - Crocodile... it's a dinosaur!

By the way... we have a tenant. - Ok.

One of Eddie's friends.

Fuck... why you let

those mobsters live here?!

What's his name? - Mikkola.

Petri Mikkola?? Is he staying in my apartment?!

He has a record, Nadia told me! - Don't worry, he's ok.

Where are my car keys? - Mikkola has them.

That's MY car!

For you, from Internal Affairs. - For me?

TRITON - INTERNAL AFFAIRS

VIOLENCE ALLEGATION

He'll be out on probation in 3 weeks.

Well... we knew this day would come.

I know it's hard for you, with Vida and this...

But you gotta know he's got no business here, the company is yours.

Does Roland know Leo is getting out?

Of course he knows. - Did you talk about it?

There's nothing to talk about.

Vida's gonna find out, sooner or later.

It's always like that.

You're so hungry that you don't even warm up your food?

I've had lunch with you for 10 years. Here, give it to me.

APPLICANT'S INFO

Lindhe. - I know where Petri Mikkola is.

I know what car is driving right now. - You have an address?

I want cash or Swish.

If the address is right, we'll pay you.

Can I trust you?

32-78-50 from 3-0. Over.

I need a QP on a red Volkswagen Sedan, HOU-961.

It's registered to a Jack Kowalski,

Kata Dalstr�ms 15, Fru�ngen. No records

Thanks, 3-0. Over and out. - No problem. 3-0 out.

Good, I think we found him. - Where?

Lindhe got a tip from someone. - Where are you?

Slakthusomr?det.

Stay on him but wait for me before doing anything.

You go get him, I hurt my foot again yesterday.

Say things as they are, that's the way.

I'll soon be back kicking those bums' asses.

I think he's moving.

Where are we going now?

Sounds like a game show.

"Where are we going now?" "Slakthusomr?det for 10 points!"

Hassel is right with us.

He's turning right.

Go after him, we'll get him as he stops.

What's she doing here?

Alright, go get him.

What the hell... ok.

A fucking flare gun?!

Here you are... I'm getting tired of you.

You fucking idiot! - Come again...?

You can leave the bike. Get in the car.

You're fucking crazy! You sick bastard!

Dead end. No Mikkola. Over and out.

Why are we here? - You don't have to stay.

Can you loose this rope? - Absolutely.

What's this place? Take it easy!

Who told you Ruda had been shot? - What you mean?

I'm trying to understand. Why the duty officer called you?

Your cellphone was off. - I doubt it.

Were you home that night? - Where else?

The Derby was on. - Right... damn referee.

He made up a penalty in overtime.

The rest of the game was a funeral. Damn bums.

Let me go, damn you!

What are you doing?! Let go of me!

I'll take this for you. Hey... abracadabra... want some?

Ok, Petri. Time to talk. - Go to hell!

Talk, for your own good.

Let me go first. - Talk now.

Talk about what?? - You know what, about Ruda.

I got nothing to do with Ruda! Let me go, fucking cops!

Come on. - What are you doing?

What do you know about Ruda?

I know nothing!

Are you sure? My partner is holding a drill.

Fucking let me go!

Last chance, Petri. Talk to me!

Alright, drill the bastard. - In the ass?

Still don't wanna talk? - You don't scare me!

For your own good, talk. - Fuck you!

Enjoyed that? Are you ready to talk now?

The photos! - What photos?

Ruda paid me to take those pictures.

Go on. - Of some guy in a night club.

What club? Why Ruda wanted those pictures?

I don't know!

Do you still have those pictures? - No.

You're lying to me! - I'm not!

Talk then! - There is someone who knows...

Who is it?! - Are you really serious?!

Fuck you! - Turn him around.

Hold his legs. His knees.

You left or right-handed? - Ok, I know, I know... it's Leon!

Leon Forsberg, V�ster?ker. Is that enough? Fuck...

Clean up everything.

Hello. Kathy Grundin. - Fatima Nidal.

This is Johan. Andreas, from my department.

Nice to meet you. Sorry if I'm late.

You're not.

I'm fine, thanks.

Go on and ask. - Ask what?

It was me who appointed you for

this investigation. Any questions?

Ok then... why?

You got out of police academy and got your law degree in 2 years.

You could have chosen anything but you

chose SIU... the most hated department of all.

I'm not afraid.

From the inside I can make a

difference. I hate corruption.

Precisely. We need someone we can trust.

I'll be honest with you, Fatima.

We don't know where this is gonna go, but we know it's a delicate matter.

Based on what you're gonna find out, we'll

have to make some... tactical considerations.

You're gonna refer to us and no one else.

Keep the Prosecutor at arm's length.

We'll back you up if you have any problems.

What's this bullshit?

What's Ruda got to do with it?

What did he do with those photos? Was he protecting someone?

If he was working on something, why didn't he ask for our help?

And what's Leon got to do with

everything? I haven't seen him since the trial.

Were they still in touch?

And Daniela?

What is it?

What did he tell you? - I don't know what...

I know Ruda called you.

He called you at 23,39. You spoke

for 2 minutes. What did he want?

It's not what you think.

What is it I think?! What did he say?!

He needed help with some license plates.

What fucking plates?

False plates from a Tyres� junkyard.

What else? What did he say?!

Are you fucking doubting me?! It's me!

I don't know you.

I don't know who you are.

Do you know me? Ruda gave me my life.

Why are you lying to me?

Ok... fuck it.

Ruda made me promise not to involve you.

That's bullshit and you know it!

You should have called me right away! - I know... I should have.

I could have helped him. - No you couldn't.

One way or another! - No one could help him!

No one.

It's my fault.

I was wrong, ok?

Yes... get in the car.

You want me to talk to Leon?

Leon's my responsibility... mine and Daniela's.

Hi. Isn't Mikkola here? - No.

Where is he?

I don't know. I got home and he wasn't here.

Fuck!

Thai or pizza? - Pizza and banana.

I'll get it.

I love you.

Sounds better when I say it. - Everything does.

Vida's going through a tough time, go easy on her.

You think I'm being tough on her? - She misses Ruda, don't forget it.

We gotta help each other, Rolle. - Of course.

I can't cope with a teenage girl by myself.

We gotta do it together. - Have I ever said otherwise?

It doesn't matter what you say. Do you understand?

Yes, I understand.

I do!

I do understand. - Do you?

None of us is perfect.

We both had our screwups.

But we're good in here. - We are.

You're thinking of keeping it? - I don't know, can I?

Do you deserve it? - What do you think?

I don't know... what have you done to earn it?

What would you do to keep it? - Let's see.

Think of something.

Something good.

Hi. - Hi, baby!

Come here.

I love you, you know that?