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- How much are you taking? - It's the weekend.

-What kind of answer's that? -Shut it. Mind your own business, oka

- Drop the attitude. - What's up with you?

With me? It's a weird answer.

Enough already. How's it with Benny?

What do you mean?

I was in his shop. He looks dead nervous. What's going on?

Of course he shits himself when psycho-pikey like you comes in.

"Psycho-pikey"? You listen to me.

Your responsibility, your problem. Understand, you vagrant?

- Now fuck off. - Okay.

Just get the fuck out.

Sandor, the money.

Who told you to speak? You'll have to wait.

- Hey! Hey! - The money.

You owe me 50,000.

Okay, take it easy!

Take it easy. You'll get 50 next week

I swear!

You bastard. You don't know who you're fucking with.

You know who my uncle is? He's the boss of this whole shithole!

Come on, Abdi, let's split.

What a tosser. I don't need him. I'm going it alone.

But you owe him.

I'll sort it. I've got something big lined up.

When I said I was the new sheriff in town, did I make a fool of myself?

- No way! - I don't get it.

The bitch is famous. I'll see her lat She's a coke whore. You do the maths.

...hard work always trumps talent.

Next time I want 50,000 plus. Get me?

What are you going on about?

She's famous. The bitch in the car. It's easy.

Pay up or everyone will know.

Hey, celebrity! Look!

- Look! Fucking clown. - Quit that! Piss off! Go!

Don't touch me! Fucking clown.

50,000. It's a bargain.

He wants more money.

50,000.

Well, he's clever, I'll give him that

Dad...?

Steinar?

Steinar?

Where is he?

I don't know.

Steinar?

But...listen to me girls...

Mum was crying. I saw it.

Yes, but...you can't be sure. She could...

- We have to get going! - Two minutes.

Dad, you shouldn't be in Stockholm, you should be here.

I'll be there next weekend. We can go to the funfair.

They have a new roller-coaster with loops and all that...

- You're coming with me. - But Steinar...

- Now. - But I've so much to do...

- Just leave it! - I'll come with you.

- I need to. Where are we going? - So shall I stay?

Sandor Mokhtar, age 17.

No mobile, no wallet...

Stab wounds in his throat, probably from a knife we haven't foun

Other finds: a little vial containing what could be cocaine.

A pack of dextrose...

I'm guessing the body's been here since before last night's snow.

Any CCTV cameras here?

I believe there's one at the entrance but that's pointed at the road, not h

One more thing. It seems he played billiards.

This is a billiard hall membership ca

Sandor Mokhtar.

- Know the name? - Cop.

Wrong! We're from the Swedish Billiard Society.

- We're talent hunters. - Funny.

So what's Sandor done now?

He thinks he's better than the others, okay? A little boss.

And yes, he's a troublemaker.

Troublemaker?

I saw him in a local corner shop the other day.

He was giving the owner a hard time over something. Until he saw me.

And then he just took off. As if he owned the place.

When he was here I asked him if he was up to bad shit.

He just laughed in my face. Then he l

RXD 788.

Wonder what he wants.

He wants to party.

Take a closer look.

He looks like loads of guys.

Look again.

His name's Sandor Mokhtar.

I don't know him.

- Hi. - I'm sorry.

- Are you alone here? - Yes.

Stop!

Stop!

Stop!

And where are you going?

- He's armed! - Take it easy!

- Up against the wall! - Go on!

And what's this?

It's your call. Either we wait for an or you tell us what exactly this cont

- Okay. Sandor Mokhtar. Know him? - Get out my mobile.

Just tell us what you know about Sandor.

- Get me my mobile. - Do you know Sandor Mokhtar?

You're a copper.

The pin's 9094. Go to the contact list and call F10.

- Password? - Bodybatter.

Hi, Josef!

- I've been nicked. - Who is this?

Klas Fredén, who am I speaking to?

Alex Beijer.

- Release him at once. - But we've found drugs on him...

Release him and come to me for a briefing.

The gun.

Oh dear, oh dear, you've really shat in the toy cupboard this time!

- In the what? - We've been onto them for 8 months!

We've got material for tons of convictions!

But as long as we've not got Tarek Mokhtar, we'll carry on.

- Who's Tarek Mokhtar? - The head of this network.

He's been out of the country for year In Rotterdam, say our latest reports.

We understand he wants to come back. When he does, we nick him. End of.

So who's this Josef?

He sends out the guys to customers.

Hotels, cars, bars - wherever people need drugs.

The network needed a distribution centre.

So they hijacked this corner shop.

The owner gets a small cut, but it's mainly intimidation.

So this investigation must under no circumstances be jeopardised.

So take your case and lie low.

- We must... - Which is possible, Martin.

Which is possible, as we're not talki the murder of a prime minister.

No, only the murder of a 17-year-old from a sink estate.

We understand each other.

No, I don't think we do, in fact.

Okay, Beijer.

As a gesture of good faith,

I'll let you sit in with two colleagu who are keeping a watch on Josef.

But you must handle everything you se and hear with great care, understood?

A murder is bad enough.

The last thing we need is a bull in a china shop.

So...run off and play.

I don't see how this will help your investigation...

...but these one are linked to the network, at least.

Along with different places and suspicious vehicles.

I've always punched upwards. Always been an underdog.

That's Tarek Mokhtar, the boss.

They get at me because I'm successful

And the investigation will continue until you get him, right?

Niklas, I'm on my way. So wake up for fuck's sake up there!

He's off to the network HQ, which is not far from here.

- Backache? - I fell a few years ago. It still hu

I know a great osteopath on Söder.

- So if you give me your number... - Okay, Steinar, thank you.

- Here's Josef. - Yeah, we know that guy.

If they find out you nicked Josef, he'll be in the shit.

- That's when you strike? - If it gets serious.

The place is just round the corner, so we can be there in no time.

- Is something up? - Sandor. Sandor's been killed.

He was one of your boys! You should've had his back!

- What were you doing last night? - What do you mean? I was at home.

You know that Sandor is Mokhtar's nephew, right?

Yeah, but... Why the fuck are you looking at me like that. I haven'

Shut up. Mokhtar's calling.

Tell him how his nephew got murdered.

- But I don't... - Shut it!

Salam alaikum.

Salam. What the fuck am I hearing?

You animals! You're animals! Fucking tell me!

- I don't know, I... - Who the fuck are you?

He was the last person to see Sandor alive.

My nephew has been murdered. But you don't give a shit.

- No way. It's... - I tried to call you, bro.

Shut up.

Listen now, Karim, my brother .

I'll be home in two days. By which ti we will have a name. Understand?

Absolutely. Leave it with me.

Someone killed Sandor, and you will give us a name.

How the fuck should I know...?

Who did he meet yesterday? A client, right?

- I have no idea! - Shut it!

This is your fucking fault. You will find him and you will kill h

Did you hear that? Mokhtar's on his way. Just don't fuck this up!

Shit, at last! Eight months cooped up in here.

And now Mokhtar's on his way here. We'll get the bastard.

Every cloud has a silver lining, or whatever they say.

Okay, so you take down this Mokhtar. And then?

Then we pack up and leave. The operation's over.

- We won. - Yeah, right.

Give it three months and there'll be another Mokhtar out there

Okay, but this Sandor. What have we got on him?

He was Mokhtar's nephew. An underling, but on his way up.

When we found Sandor's body he had dextrose on him...

Was he cutting with it and selling?

If the gang suspected him of cutting to make money himself,

he was in deep shit. And there you have your motive.

But would they have gone for Mokhtar's nephew?

Sure. And they can always pin it on someone else.

Whatever. We'll have him soon. You can ask him yourself.

Wait. Turn it up.

When we've got this bastard I'm taking six months off! Fucking ni

- What happened to Sandor? - We can't be seen here.

- But he told me about the cop-coke. - Just shut up, Abdi, and piss off!

- But Sandor told me you had... - Just get lost! Go!

What the fuck are you playing at? I know all about the cop-coke!

I know all about the...

Bad reception, maybe.

What's cop-coke?

The coke they sell comes from all kinds of sources.

- So this coke comes from a bent cop? - That's a good guess.

So what do we think?

This Josef seemed keen to shut Abdi up.

You think this Josef has gone over to the dark side?

I don't know.

- Some cop-coke? - Show me the photos you took.

Ask Ayda to comb every single pixel of those.

Ayda looked at the shots of the noticeboard that you sent.

She found a list of registration numb of dodgy vehicles they had an eye on.

Including an RXD 788.

So I checked CCTV footage from Rålambshov Park

from the night of Sandor's murder. One of the cars...

...gave a match. It's registered to a Sandra Löfgren on Lidingö.

- A business big shot. - Calls herself "the new sheriff in t

A new sheriff that buys coke?

Who's he? He's in lots of these shots There... There... There...

Filip Jakobsson.

"GBH", "GBH", "Drug possession"...

A string of allegations from people he's had relationships with.

- Alex Beijer? - Can you reassure me?

- Sorry? - Mokhtar's on his way.

Things have got serious. Do I need to panic?

If you do anything to fuck things up.

...your lives won't be worth living, I promise you that.

- Okay... - Hey. Steinar here.

If I say "cop-coke", what do you say?

You're just dying to find some bent colleagues, aren't you?

I arranged half a kilo

so that Josef could approach the network.

The story was he'd somehow got hold of it after a police raid

and needed help selling it. So it was called "cop-coke", okay?

So you're dealing coke now, are you?

Yeah. You having a party? Goodbye.

- What was that? - It's private.

Nice.

I've been invited out to dinner tonig by some old friends.

I'm feeling so nervous!

I've never had dealings with the police before. It's nothing bad,

We're here primarily to talk about Filip Jakobsson.

- What's your relationship with him? - If you want Filip, why are you here

I wonder if you could help me. He's very hard to get hold of.

I just want to check if we have the same number for him.

Sure...

Yes, it's the same.

When did you last meet?

Well, I'd say a week or so ago.

- What did you do? - I don't recall.

- Do you meet often? - He's not exactly a close friend...

- Do you own a car, RXD 788? - Yes.

- Are you the only driver? - I lend it out, now and then.

- To whom? - To Filip, for example.

Recently?

He uses it occasionally. But it's my I can do what I like with it, can't I

Do you know a Sandor Mokhtar?

No.

This is him...

So while some snort their coke, young runners like this get killed.

If I'm suspected of something I'll talk to my lawyer.

Thank you.

Hey. Wait. Come back.

I've used cocaine.

But that doesn't make me a drug addic It's not like that at all.

Was Sandor your dealer?

I didn't buy it myself. Filip did.

I don't know from whom. And I'd lend him my car to do it.

But it wasn't at all often.

Describe Filip.

He's faced numerous prosecutions, including for GBH.

What's he been like towards you?

He can be...temperamental.

He can suddenly switch from being happy to being...angry.

How did the boy die?

He was stabbed to death.

Does Filip usually carry a weapon?

I'm not a drug addict. I've quit.

Listen...if you want to help us...

...I wonder if you could call Filip.

And arrange a meeting with him.

Is everything okay, Sandra?

I'm okay.

Just say when he turns up.

- Got a clear view of the entrance? - Yep, no problem.

Is that him?

Sandra, answer me. Is this him?

Answer me!

Fuck!

Shit.

Put out a search for him.

- How's it going? - Lots of motorbikes and cats. You?

Lots of golf and dogs.

Tinder.

The girls I get up are either playing golf or cuddling dogs.

Mine are on motorbikes or stroking ca We have different tastes, it seems.

- Don't you have an account? - No.

- Why not? - I've only been single a few months.

You might not be ready for marriage but you can have some fun!

- Exactly. Help him set up an account - No.

Okay? Swipe right if you're intereste and no is left.

Okay? If you swipe right for someone who's swiped right for you...

...you have a match. It's no big deal. Let's have a try.

Okay? She likes playing golf and has a poodle.

If she's not your type, you swipe. No, not right!

No. It's "no" to the left.

Okay. How about her, Lena? Not her?

Okay... Wait, don't just look at the pictures, read what they've written t

Ah, Alex!

It's great you could make it.

Wine?

- Alex is here! - Alex! Darling!

- Hi! - I've missed you so much!

- You're looking good! - What, do you live at the gym?

No need to exaggerate!

It smells delicious. What is it?

Harald has turned middle-aged and started to hunt. So it's home-sho

Yes, indeed! A deer single-handedly liquidated

in the classic secret agent-manner with a shotgun.

Okay! Can I help with anything?

Yes...you can open the door.

- Hi! - Hi.

Are you here? How nice!

- Hi, Johan! Come in! - Hi!

National security can wait tonight. Dinner's soon ready.

Go in now!

And now, before Johan's last bite

the score is three pellets for me, one for Harald

and three for Johan.

- And I am really sorry. - It's delicious.

Go on, Johan...

Come on!

And the winner is Johan with four pellets!

To Johan! And your prize is a week of at a time of your choice!

Don't you miss the Middle East?

Or is it more fun being a policeman p in good ol' Sweden?

Of course I miss Jordan.

And I miss you guys too, of course.

At the risk of sounding pretentious, I miss the starry nights.

I've not seen such stars since I came back.

Shall I say what I miss?

I miss the ones who were once with us but who are no longer alive.

I've a right to say what I miss, don' I miss Sulaiman.

Don't, Åsa.

Here's...to those who lost their lives in the field.

You're with me, right, Alex? Raise your glass. A toast.

- Hi. - Shit, you made me jump!

Sorry. I thought you were out tonight

I was... But now I'm here.

Okay. Listen...I checked out that Filip Jakobsson.

He works for Sandra Löfgren these days.

- Did you know that? - No.

Got kicked out of his former job.

So I spoke to one of his old colleagu

Apparently, they called him "Dr Sober and Mr High".

Dr Sober was a nice guy.

But Mr High... was something entirely different.

You did Sandor in. Listen to me. Everyone knows.

Everyone knows you killed him.

- You killed him. Everyone knows. - Bullshit! Don't touch me!

- He told us about the cop-coke. - What cop-coke?

- Back off, back off! - Go inside!

Back off! Don't get any closer!

Let go! Let go!

Get your hands off me!

- Take it easy, okay? - Fuck!

Didn't I tell you not to throw your weight around?

Fuck.

Hey, are you alright?

Come on, pick up.

- Yes? - What the hell's going on?

Nothing. It's fine.

- Okay, we're moving in. - Don't.

Do not move in, here me?

Get the car! I said get the car!

Look at me, Abdi, look at me. Just take it easy.

Take it easy. Look at me, look at me!

Bro, I saw you come back. It's me, open up!

Coming!

Come on, open up!

This really fucks me off, bro!

They're on my back now because you've not found the guy who did Sandor.

What the fuck are you playing at? Dropping me in the shit...

- This has to end. - What does?

Are you slow in the head, or what?

They're on me the whole time like I'm a fucking kid!

Make sure to find the fucker soon so we can chill again, bro.

Get yourself a drink. I'm going to jump in the shower.

I've got a mate on Paros who's asked me down. Come with me.

- To Greece? - We'll open a bar. The "Far Out Café

- What are the others saying about me - That you have to answer to Mokhtar.

And find Sandor's last client.

- When is Mokhtar here? - Fuck him. We split tonight.

We either go down or get killed. That's how it works.

Filip Jakobsson is now wanted for Sandor's murder...

But we have several possible killers.

Where is Josef now?

It'd be good if we could question him

I guess I'm not the only one keen to know his whereabouts that night.

So what are you implying?

That Josef murdered Sandor to lure Mokhtar to Stockholm?

It's perfectly possible.

- Hi, Åsa. - Hey Alex.

I just wanted to apologise. At dinner, I shouldn't have...

It's okay. It happens.

But I wonder if you could do me a favour.

You have access to our classified personnel files, ri

- Yes, but I can't... - Can you make an exception?

What do you need?

I need the service reports for a Josef Eriksson.

- Okay, only because it's you. - Thank you.

You said Sandor mentioned the cop-coke.

That was me, months ago. It's nothing new.

Do you know something I don't?

It...was a different cop-coke.

Two kilos.

That Sandor had got hold of on the si He was always doing his own deals.

- Did he say who he got it from? - No.

Anything else you haven't told me?

Abdi...

If there's something you haven't told tell me now.

The runner phone.

That Sandor gave me the night he died I was to take over some clients.

It's in the bag.

How's his injury?

- Not so serious. - Okay.

You have to keep him in for two more days.

- He's being discharged this afternoo - No, the day after tomorrow.

This is a hospital, not a cell.

Maybe so. But let him out today, you' be doing an autopsy tomorrow, okay?

Mokhtar's on his way. Thanks to you, right?

Are you insane? You can't be here.

How long is a dedicated undercover co willing to go to help his investigati

You thought eight months was too long Wanted to get things moving?

You're snooping around the wrong people.

Your kids in Oslo might get a visitor and they don't have a dad,

as he's running around playing Dirty Harry.

- Is that so? - Got it out of your system now?

Hi! How's the swiping coming along?

No. For real?

What are you going to say?

- It won't work. - No, right. Swipe right, then. Or le

From my perspective, it's...you know. Come on, you have to swipe!

She'll notice you hesitating. Go on, swipe!

What shall I do? I'll say yes.

Let's just hope she says yes, too!

By the way, will you be calling Marti "father-in-law" now?

It's a bit early, but if you need a best man...

How's it going for the Norwegian?

- What about him? - Is he divorced?

I have no idea what his private life looks like.

- I know he's had problems with... - He's out on the market.

On Tinder.

Dad, he's looking for a partner.

Could be fun?

- Is it illegal? - What did you do? You swiped right!

We're matched.

So he's also swiped right. Or did you happen to swipe his phone too?

"Swipe"?

- Hello? - It's Inger Beck. Martin's daughter.

- Hi! - This Tinder thing. I don't know if.

I'm new at all this. I haven't quite grasped how it works.

We matched.

- Okay? - Although it was a mistake.

I see, okay. So we're not going on a date?

I don't know what Dad would say about it.

- I think he likes me. - Yes, he does! Definitely.

But maybe...we'll bump into each othe at some time?

Yes, I'm sure we will. Take care.

Bye, then.

This...Tinder. Is it for all ages?

- Dad... - You just swipe. How hard can it be?

How did it go with the Norwegian's osteopath?

Don't you think I've been round to every back-cracker in town?

It is what it is.

- Sorry. It's worst in the mornings. - It's alright.

I'll leave early today, I've got stuf

- Hello? - Hello. Where are you?

- In the shop. - Perfect. I'll be there in three min

You're coming here? Why are you coming here?

Hello?

Hello?

Problem?

Are they coming here?

The other day, why did the police release you?

You were armed. And carrying drugs.

I saw it.

For 100,000, no one need know what I think.

What do you think?

100,000.

You've got a customer.

Hello?

Hello?

Hello?

Hi.

- We'll talk outside. - We can talk in here.

I said outside. Mokhtar is out there.

He's waiting for you. He wants a word. Come on.

- Mokhtar's here? - Yeah.

- He was meant to come tomorrow. - But he's here now and wants to talk

Shit, Mokhtar's already here?

- Is that him? - It's him, the son of a bitch.

Excellent.

So you're the one who's going to find my nephew's kille

- Well, have you? - Not yet. We...

You should have done.

What's up with him?

Feeling nervous?

No.

He's scared, isn't he? Drive.

You can't be bothered to find his killer. You think...

"Fuck it."

- Where did you get hold of this fool - He's the one who brought him.

- Where is he? - Come on.

Kill him.

- Who the fuck is that? - Filip fuckin' Jakobsson.

The guy you should've found. The last person to see Sandor.

- Are you sure, or...? - They're sure.

The gun.

Go on.

Come on.

Please... I don't know what they're talking about!

- Was Sandor your dealer? Well? - No.

He wasn't your dealer? Did you owe him money?

No!

- Shoot him! - Shut it!

- Shut it yourself! Shoot! - No! no, no...

Go on!

That's it.

I've not done anything! I don't know what you're going on abo

Shoot!

For fuck's sake, shoot him!

Shoot!

Shoot the cunt!

This feels good. With you, cuffed in the back of a police car.

And you? Feeling relieved?

No?

No.

It's not over until it's over.

Emma... Emma!

Unlock them. Unlock them, I said.

I'm a cop.

You stabbed me in the back.

Don't give me that look.

You sell drugs using kids. You're no victim of circumstances.

You know the risks but you do it anyway.

I do what I do and I won't give an inch to the likes of you.

Playing tough now, are you. I'll get

You'll hunt me down, right? That old cliché.

And you'll find me and pay be back. Pray that you don't succeed.

When and where did you last see Sandor?

I needed coke so I met the guy in the car park.

Do you know why they attacked you?

They said I was the last person to see him.

And you know you weren't?

His fucking killer was.

So you got coke from Sandor

and he threatened to spread rumours about Sandra Löfgren?

What happened then?

I got him away from the car and told him to fuck off. So...

...he fucked off.

- And what did you do then? - I didn't kill him, so what does it

You're not the only one to have sat in that chair and said th

I went back to Sandra's place...

...and we had sex. Which we sometimes do when we're on coke.

So you can give each other an alibi for that night.

We haven't done anything!

- And then I went home. - Alone?

I think Filip went for a drink.

So you didn't have sex?

- Has he said...? - Was he in a bar, or in your bed?

Gosh. What frightful questions!

What's the punishment for protecting a criminal, or for mur

Now that's a frightful question.

Yes. He was with me.

So it's back to square one.

Good evening.

I heard you had some questions.

So...fire away.

Okay.

Where were you when Sandor Mokhtar was killed?

In my flat. Playing Counter-Strike.

Can anyone confirm that? No. They're all dead.

All alone.

Are you still a cop?

You can't help thinking I'm a bit dodgy, can you?

I have two things that I think might interest you.

That half-kilo of cop-coke I took in wasn't the one Abdi mentioned.

Sandor had got hold of 2 kg of the st that he was going to sell on the side

- Where did it come from? - Abdi didn't know.

- Maybe some kilos have gone missing? - Ask Ayda to check it up. Any more?

Sandor's runner phone.

"Damir", "Karim", "John". They're your guys, right?

- Who's "FJ"? - Filip Jakobsson. "J" is me.

- Here's one called "G". Who's that? - No idea.

It's not a contact you've seen before

In that case we'll find out.

Emma... Emma...

- Want anything? - No.

My name's Alexandra Beijer from the Stockholm Police.

Call me on this number when you can.

What's this?

SANDRA LÖFGREN TAKES TIME OUT

She's the star.

Have you got two phones?

What?

Why do you have two phones?

I just do.

Give it. What the fuck are you playing at?

Stop poking around in my things!

Hello?

Hi! My printer's bust. I had to print something out.

Okay...

It's confusing, this Tinder thing.

- You ghosted me. - Did I?

- What's that? - You vanished without a word.

- I didn't mean to, I'm just not used - I get it. I'm joking.

Okay!

- Have you had a coffee? - Er, no...

...and Grete can't cope with me not being in Oslo.

- She calls me in tears and... - Must be tough.

It's unbearable.

Would you like to go out, one day?

- Like go for a drink? - Why not?

But...your father...

Without him.

- Hi! - Hi!

- Did it go okay? - Yes.

This is my daughter, Inger. I let her use our printer.

Alex. A pleasure.

What a party! It's like a family meeting!

Steinar, I'm sorry about the Tinder thing. It was my fault.

I don't get this swiping business.

Dad, drop it. It's fine.

- Thanks for the loan of the printer. - See you later, sweetheart.

Hi. Have you seen Emma?

- No. - Shit.

No one's heard from her.

She was meant to be here hours ago.

She's not answering her phone, either

- I shouldn't have left her yesterday - What do you mean?

It's just...something felt wrong. I gave her a lift home...

She had a really bad back.

It's totally buggered.

But it's not just that. She seemed dejected. Depressed.

She sat in the car stuffing her face with pills.

What, morphine?

And citalopram. An antidepressant.

I don't think she's told anyone.

- Don't touch that, I've not done it - Just wait.

There's 5 g of coke in there.

A burner phone and a whole pharmacy.

Fuck, Emma. What the hell were you up to?

Didn't I tell you she was depressed?

Yesterday...

...when we were done for the day and on our way home...

...she wanted to pop into a shop to get something.

A phone started to ring. In the car.

It was lying hidden under the seat. She had two phones.

I didn't answer but then she got a te

From Alex Beijer. And the weird thing was that it was so formal:

"My name's Alexandra Beijer from the Stockholm Police. Please call me.

Alex and Emma know each other. Why would she write that?

I questioned her, and she threw a fit

And...

...she asked me how I could question her and then just took off.

Fuck.

So Emma was in contact with the victi

But...

...what could her motive have been for killing Sandor?

I have to ask.

Was he threatening her?

How do you mean?

He knew she was a cop and the cop-coke that Abdi talked about..

...came from her.

Sandor was blackmailing Löfgren. So maybe Emma too.

Did you know about those two kilos?

There was a raid a year or so ago.

The rumour said four kilos, but they only found two.

Was Emma there then?

Yes, she was there.

There'll be a crisis counsellor, for those who need it.

And I'll be here, of course, if anyone wants to talk about it.

Take care now. Thank you.

Martin Beck? I recognise you. Stina Breide.

Steinar Hovland.

We'd like a word with you about Emma. You worked with her.

Everyone's trying to get to grips with what's happened.

- Did you know her? - We worked a bit together. With Jose

So you can imagine how strange it feels for us.

We're sorry if this seems inappropria

...but did you ever suspect Emma of being a bad cop?

Bad? In what way?

It's just...there was a raid a year a where they expected 4 kilos of cocain

- But they only found two. - That's right.

Might Emma have taken those two kilos?

I don't understand. What do you mean...?

- I mean what I say. - She wasn't even at that raid.

- Are you sure about that? - I was there.

- Who else was there? - Me, Jörgen Wiktorsson...

...and Niklas Gustavsson, of course.

Niklas?

Thank you.

- Hey! - Hi.

Jeez, I can't say I feel like going on a job now.

Understandable.

Those two kilos...

You knew her. Did she take it for the kicks? For the money? For depression?

Right now I don't know I knew Emma at all.

- This is all so weird. - Talking of weird...

You say it was Emma who took the coke.

But the weirdest thing is that she wasn't there.

- Emma was there. - And you're not misremembering?

She was at the raid. What, has someone said different?

One of the ones who was there.

Okay...

Are you calling me a liar?

Can we take this another time, when my colleague hasn't just died?

- Niklas! Stop! Where are you going? - I've just got to see to something.

- Hey! - Later. I'm in a bit of a hurry.

Back off!

Here.

Get in the car. Get in. I said, get i

Drop the gun!

Niklas...

- Listen to me. Listen to me! - Niklas!

Back off. We're driving out of here.

- Drop the gun! - Back off I said!

Fuck!

Stay calm. Stay calm, Steinar.

You'll be fine.

It was self-defence. I gave that Sandor a chance.

He wanted to make some extra money. Me too.

It was pure business.

Then he started to threaten me, play the gangster...

"Give me more or you're dead. I'll tell them you're a cop."

There are a thousand more like him out there.

A thousand more. What the hell does it matter? Eh?

Name me one person who'll miss him.

Why did you kill Emma?

It's no playground out there. It's dog eat dog, you know that.

Thanks for the lift.

Emma, can I use your loo? It's a long drive home.

Sure.

Thanks.

But...why do you have two phones?

- What? - It rang when you were out.

You got a text.

From Alex.

But it said "Alexandra Beijer, Stockholm Police".

Why would she write that? You know her.

So it looks like you don't know her.

Does it?

Yes.

But you know each other.

I mean...who goes round snooping into other people's phones?

Seriously. Who does that?

In light of all that's happened, our grudge seems petty. Peace pipe?

I don't smoke.

Good one Martin! There must be room for laughter in all this darkness.

Well, take care you two.

- Can we talk? - Sure. Come in.

- I need a break. - Of course.

If you want a desk job for a while when you come back, that's fine.

It's not that. A break to stop and th

I feel as if I've become afraid.

Which isn't a good thing for a cop.

No, but...it will pass, Steinar.

Maybe.

I need to be with my kids and...

...perhaps reconsider my career.

We need you here, I am not prepared to let you go.

It makes me happy to hear that.

But I think I deserve this. And my children, too.

- Of course, but... - Temporarily.

And then you come back. Do you hear me?

Right?

Take the time you need, Steinar.

Thanks.

Hi.

- Are you okay? - I'm okay.

- Hi. - Hi.

- Hi. - Hi. I've come to say goodbye.

- So what'll it be now? - I'm sure Fredén has plans.

- Staying in town? - No. I've got nowhere to stay.

I have to quit my flat. I'm going to empty it now.

I'll give you a lift.

- How about Malmö? - But I like Stockholm.

You like Stockholm, you like Malmö.

Malmö FC, Ribersborg open-air spa.

"Röe pölse" - no, what? That's Copenhagen, isn't it?

I need you for a job in Malmö, starti Thursday, for two years. Good, no?

Look, book in to an exclusive hotel. And I'll see you in Malmö on Thursday

It's just that, is it?

The guitar too, but what the hell.

Otherwise I saw the local pub needs a new guitarist.

An undercover band?

What did Fredén say?

- Malmö. - And you said?

What can I say?

I've read your service reports.

Okay...

Was the Norwegian right? I'm a bad cop?

No. As far as I can tell you're a great cop.

And right now, I'm a man short.

Is that so?

And you like Stockholm...

Yes, I do...

Jesus Christ...

Martin!

Can't you get it open?

I've got a headache.

I've got no painkillers at home, I've just lost my best officer...

Let me do that, Martin.

Thanks.

- Martin? - Yes?

This is worth a splash, wouldn't you say?

Yes.

You have declared war on your circumstances, Martin.

But help is at hand.

I'm here. Yes, I know what you're thinking.

With help like that, I don't need a w

But, just be calm.

Nice, isn't it?

And better it will be.

- Is this some kind of hocus-pocus? - Yes...

There was a guy from Pakistan...

...who discovered that I had the gift

"What gift?" you're thinking. But shut your eyes. Go on.

I want you to bring to mind all the troubles you have.

All your problems. And place them in a brown sack.

What?

In an... imaginary sack.

Put all your troubles in it now.

All the shit.

Eyes shut.

And all your problems, into the sack.

Eyes shut.

And now I'll take that sack full of all your problems, Martin.

I'll be damned, it works!