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But you did promise. Maybe it was just bullshit then, huh?

We could have just disappeared. Without a trace.

Fuck it!

This is so fucking pointless.

Jakob? Jakob, for fuck's sake.

Jakob. Jakob, wait.

So, hey guys, I would just like to say a few things.

It has been some incredibly tough months for all of us.

In this house, they call us the Beck Group.

And things haven't been the same without Martin, so...

...therefore I am incredibly happy to be able to say:

—Welcome back, Martin. —Thank you very much.

—Don't ever scare us like that again. —No, I promise.

—Here comes a little surprise. —Oops.

Yes, to celebrate that you're back.

—You get the honor of starting the carving. —Alright...

Maybe not in the forehead then.

—No. —I'll take them.

But of course you should have the rose, obviously. There.

A private individual at the southern side of Liljeholmsbron saw a body in the water.

Area call. Body in the water at Liljeholmsbron south.

64—41—60, come on.

64—41—60 here. Liljeholmsbron south.

We're on our way, we'll take over from there.

Do you regret it?

No, no, no. Yes, Inger thinks I'm crazy for wanting to continue.

I meant what I said before, Martin. It has been very empty without you.

But that doesn't mean you should work yourself to death.

I've been given an extra life, Alex. For a moment there, I thought it was the end.

But this sick leave was probably—

—the most boring three months of my entire life.

I want to live more, not less.

And for better or worse, I am actually a police officer.

Even if it might not be the administration—

—that I've longed for the most.

Head of Department sounds very glamorous, but...

Yes. Hey, they've found a body by Liljeholm Bridge.

Unidentified male. I'm on my way down to the morgue.

—But you have all the papers and everything... —This can wait.

Shot with buckshot on the left side of the neck—

—at close range with fatal outcome. Trachea and carotid artery severed.

And the cervical vertebrae were badly damaged. He was dead before he hit the ground.

—How long has he been in the water? —Over a day.

The pockets were empty, no wallet or phone.

Unusual to be robbed with a shotgun.

He was wearing this watch. Hard to believe the robber would leave it behind.

—What is this? —A crumpled receipt from a jacket pocket.

—But it has turned out quite well. —"Espresso House, Vasagatan"?

Since April 8th. From buying a salad, apparently.

Is there something hanging on that necklace?

It looks like a lion's head.

He might have come by train from Denmark.

That's probably FC Copenhagen's crest? The football team, I mean.

And then a receipt from a café on Vasagatan near the Central Station.

I think he came by train.

—We're going to meet Bergström. —No, you are not.

—I'm Erika Broms. —Okay.

—Josef Eriksson. That's Oskar. —Oskar can speak for himself.

—Where is Bergström? —She is on leave.

So when the cat's away, the mice will play, right?

Come on. He's been in the water for at most a day.

There are no strong currents here, so he couldn't have moved far.

And besides...

Tadaa! Plastic sheeting. We have found several strips on branches along the water.

And this could very well be blood.

But even that must go through analysis first, of course.

—Shrink wrap? —Mm. Exactly.

Things that are used to hold large shipments together during transport.

Or something.

—No, unfortunately. —Not? No. Okay. Thank you.

You're probably right. He probably came here by train.

Why else would he buy a salad here?

Or maybe he was staying at a hotel and wanted to take something back to his room.

Or maybe he wanted to buy provisions.

—Hi. —Alex Beijer from the Stockholm Police.

We would like to know what kind of customers you had here on April 8th.

Are you looking for someone in particular?

Yes, it's a man, about 40 years old.

About 180 cm tall, Asian appearance.

Speaks English or Danish. Come in around lunchtime, maybe.

There is actually one that fits that description.

He often rents here. Danish.

—Nothing has happened to him, has it? —We're going to try to find out.

Here. Um...

Yes. He picked up a Passat on the 8th.

And it was supposed to be back... yesterday, actually, but it hasn't arrived.

—Do you have a name and registration number? —Absolutely.

Okay, my friends, now we know a little more.

The victim is named Kasper Aalbeck. 39 years old.

With a solid criminal record in Denmark.

Mostly drug-related.

He has rented a car at the same place once a month for a year.

Recurring business trip, then?

The plastic pieces found by Forensics had traces of the victim's blood.

Unfortunately common industrial plastic, but it could be covering plastic for a boat.

Kasper's rental car, a VW Passat, got a f—ing ticket yesterday by Liljeholmsbron.

Yesterday? Then that fits the timing of how long the body was in the water.

What the fuck was he doing under Liljeholmsbron?

This is Kasper Aalbeck's car.

I'm asking Tech to fetch it.

Expensive cars. What do you think they do in there?

—It could be anything. —Something that makes good money.

We'll knock.

—Hey! —Hi.

Can I help you with something, or what?

Alex Beijer, Homicide Division, Stockholm Police.

—This is Josef Eriksson. —Murder? Is...?

—For the one who was dead when he was found? —Yes, exactly.

Yes, I haven't seen anything. We did see a lot of police, but that...

We wondered, because his car is parked here and there isn't much nearby.

—Was he involved with you? —No.

—Kyo Solutions. —Yes, KaioSolutions.

—Are you Kyo? —No. My name is Hannes Gernell.

—What kind of solutions do you offer? —Data support and storage.

We have a server hall with...

Can I just ask you... Do you recognize this guy?

—No. —Sure?

Yeah, it... But I have to get started on work, so...

Can we come inside and take a look at the data support and storage?

No, it actually fits fucking poorly. I'm rebuilding the entire system and all that.

Maybe tomorrow, if you come then.

—Now I'm getting really curious. —I mean, sorry, guys, but...

The cops are outside. They asked about the Dane.

—If I knew who it was. —Amid, are you pulling that last one?

I said I didn't know anything, but they still fucking want to come in.

We've tidied up and picked everything up. Amid is going to take the back way. Take it easy.

—Okay, they're here now. What... —They can't come in without permission.

I'm going to go talk to him.

Yes...

Who the fuck is that?

Hey, guys.

Get the others.

—What do you want? —Are you Hannes?

No. But you can talk to me.

—I only do business with Hannes. —Well. I'm Hannes.

If I had known it was a party, I would have brought more.

I know what happened to Kasper. I mean, you...

We had nothing to do with it. I swear. It...

No, it's not that good. Not that good. He was found near here, right?

—It's completely insane, I know, but... —And the money?

—What? —The money.

Yeah. I mean, he got the money.

As usual, he came and got everything, and we got what was ours.

And then... It wasn't weird. Okay?

But it's strange that our brother is found dead and we are missing a million.

It's fucking weird. Isn't it? You get that, right, Hannes?

We can buy from a hundred others.

—Something's up here. —Mm. A Danish-registered car.

We own the system. We don't need people like you. Do you understand?

You're in deep water, Zlatan. I hope you can swim.

Are you fucking stupid? We have nothing to do with his death.

—Did I ask you? —Get out of here!

But what the fuck?

—Calm down. —Get out of here.

Well, I'll be! What the fuck, Josef!

Hell!

Hell!

Stop! Police!

Fuck!

What the fuck is this? A fucking gang war?

Just when the statistics were starting to look good.

We've stolen the car, but he saw us, so the question is whether it will show up again.

Nicolai Hartmann is known as the Archer. Danish gang criminal.

A national alert has been issued and he is being sought for the murder of Hannes Gernell.

Patrolling police have priority in finding that Hartmann.

Nicolai Hartmann has links to white-collar crime in the Mjölner Gang.

It's drug dealing, money laundering — you name it.

A group we dealt with a few years ago.

They murdered one of our witnesses right in front of Steinar's eyes.

Their leader Mikkel Sandborg is in prison here in Sweden.

According to his visitor list, our murder victim Kasper Aalbeck visited this—

—every time he was in Sweden.

And who is this Hannes?

Yes, Hannes was a software engineer and CEO of Kyo Solutions.

An IT—company with moderate turnover and no employees.

So one might wonder what all the little mischief and fine cars were doing out there.

You think they have some kind of business with the Danes?

Yes. Drug dealing seems like an easy option.

We have picked up a Rodrigo Rojas. He had the weapon.

—We're going to interrogate him now. —I can take it.

The others left the area, but we are searching for them.

And Martin, you... you're coming?

—Yes. Seems so. —Yes, good, everyone.

Get this investigated now and as fast as fuck, please.

Excuse me. What is most important?

Whether it's done quickly or whether it's done right?

In a modern society, Martin, I don't think we should have to choose.

Yes, I checked if our prison client Mikkel Sandborg—

—wanted to talk to us, but...

—Yes? —He would like to, on one condition.

That Steinar is supposed to be there.

So, you, Rodrigo Rojas, this was a bit embarrassing.

If you're facing illegal weapons possession, it's foolish to lose your weapon.

You might not be ready for the SHL just yet.

You have no idea. And neither do the others.

The Danes? He didn't seem fucking terrified of you, the one who came to visit.

Okay, how did this start?

The guy we found dead in the water, Kasper Aalbeck, did you shoot him?

No comment.

We believe that Kasper visited you once a month—

—delivered goods, received payment.

But this time the money was missing, a fight broke out.

And you don't know where your Danish buddy Nicolai is staying?

We are holding you for drug offenses and unlawful possession of weapons.

And I want a defense attorney. I'm not saying anything else.

It might be safest for you to hang out in here with us for a while.

It seems a little dangerous for you to be out on the street right now.

—I'll manage. —I can tell.

Kasper is dead and you're wanted for murder. What the fuck is happening?

—They were the ones who killed Kasper. —The police have arrested a suspect.

—Do we know who it is? —They have a Kyo—kid in interrogation.

We have to get rid of the brats. Can I get a few more, or what?

What if the brats didn't shoot Kasper? Are we going to wreck our fine deal with them?

The money is gone, they threatened me with a gun. Do you need more proof?

If we hadn't had a fucking golden retriever between us, this wouldn't have happened.

—I'll get our money back. —What do you mean? It's my money.

Think carefully. We can't afford to lose any more.

We can't afford to lose face for some brats.

So I can get more here from Copenhagen?

We must make an example of them, avenge Kasper and get our money back

Yes. Get more people there.

—Hi! —Hi!

—It's so nice that you could come so quickly. —So good to see you.

—So, how are things with you in Oslo? —It's chill.

—But that's what you wanted. —Yes, at least I thought so.

—Here you go. —Straight to the point.

—So... Mikkel Sandborg, then? —Yes.

—Yes. —He just wants to talk to you.

—What is the reason for that? —I don't know.

The Danish press calls them the Mjölnir Gang.

They were quite big a few years ago until one of them testified against them.

Then several of the leaders were taken in.

And they lost ground to other gangs.

That was probably when they started this franchise in Stockholm. How is it?

I'm not looking forward to meeting one of William Jensen's friends.

He shot our witness. Mia. Do you remember?

If I had only been a little faster and wiser, she would be alive today.

Hey, hey. It wasn't your fault.

Besides, it's not William we're meeting, but his boss.

The search for Danish citizen Nicolai Hartmann continues.

Hartmann is wanted for the murder of 24-year-old Hannes Gernell.

Hartmann is described as very dangerous, and the public is warned.

There goes super cop.

I understand that you wanted me to be part of this. Well, I'm here.

I heard you got shot and ran home with your tail between your legs.

"If you can't take the heat, get out of the kitchen." That's how it works, right?

I moved home because I missed my family.

A freedom I possess, unlike you.

Do you think about her often?

You know that girl Mia, the one you tried to help.

Are you thinking about her and then your heart just aches? Huh?

William shot Mia. It's his responsibility.

But you were the one who messed up. Like you usually do, right?

We are just two men trying to do our jobs.

The only difference is just that where you fail...

...I manage there.

If you had succeeded in your "job", you wouldn't be here, would you?

I am a businessman. And business is booming—

—wherever I am in the world even if you lock me away.

The money is rolling in just as it should.

The money's rolling in? That's good.

You and Kasper have known each other for years.

He has visited you more than 20 times in here.

But now he is dead.

Executed.

—And you know exactly who did it. —I think we can handle this ourselves.

When people die, it's bad for business, Mikkel. You know that.

Be a little smart now and help us find the person who did it.

Do you think in my wildest dreams I'd let a cop take Kasper's killer?

If you tell your friends to calm down a bit—

—so I promise that we will catch whoever did this.

If you don't then I will make sure—

—that every single bastard in your gang moves in here along with you.

And that job, I promise you, that I am going to succeed at.

It's me.

Hold back a little until we know what the police are up to.

Hold on.

They're putting us on the trail of something. I know. We'll handle it ourselves.

—Have you checked if the cops are around? —Yeah.

Hey. Have you guys managed to talk things through yet?

My client denies any drug offenses—

—but admits to illegal possession of weapons. That's not enough for a remand.

If the prosecutor presents probable cause for murder, that's a whole different story, isn't it?

Murder?

Yes. Kasper Aalbeck is found dead under the Liljeholmen Bridge.

That same day, his Danish friend shoots Hannes and almost kills you, Rodrigo.

That it was revenge for the murder of Kasper, you can figure out with your ass.

—Or? —I can't rely on the ass.

But for where you're going, just your ass will be more than enough.

As I said, I don't think the prosecutor will agree to that.

The only thing you have is unlawful possession of a weapon.

You might end up with a weapons possession charge, because you can't even hold a pistol.

What is with you? You keep checking your phone all the time.

What do you mean? Are you a cop or something?

I don't want to talk about it. I haven't had a Tinder match in weeks.

—You can't be so picky. Give it here. —Hey now... Stop it.

—Hi. —Erika. Everything good?

—Always. —Did you find something?

They've cleaned up the place so my mom would have been impressed.

The servers need to be checked through and it takes a while.

No weapons of course, no substances.

—Signs that Aalbeck was killed here? —Not at the moment, unfortunately.

—Get that one now. —Yeah, yeah.

—So what are you doing? —Increasing the age range. Give them a chance.

—Steinar! How are you doing? —Good, fine.

—And the family? —Oh, they're good.

No, it's shit.

Heidi went to Mozambique of all places. With the children.

—To Mozambique? —What?

Yes, aid work. So that's something you can't say no to.

—You can't be angry alone. —Yes! Now damn it!

The GPS showed that Kasper Aalbeck was at Liljeholmen twice.

Partially the day before yesterday, the 11th, but also two days before that, the 9th.

So what was he doing on the 10th before he illegally parked and got buckshot in his throat?

—Hey, Steinar. —Hi, Josef.

When you meet someone for real, you notice right away that "they are something for me."

Goddammit!

I can tell you that Nicolai Hartmann's car was found in Örnsberg this morning.

We have it under surveillance in case he shows up again.

We have deployed extra resources to find him.

Then we're a little curious about how Kasper Aalbeck moved around this weekend.

—Do you have something there, Jenny? —Yes.

He picks up the rental car on Tuesday, April 8th.

He's driving between a few addresses in town. A hotel, a restaurant and so on.

Friday, April 9th, to Liljeholmen.

Then he is out at two different locations in Österhaninge during the weekend—

—and then returns to Liljeholmen on the night between Saturday and Sunday.

What happens on Friday that causes him to come back and be killed?

Best we find out quickly. The prosecutor has released Rodrigo.

—But what the fuck? —He and the Danes want a conflict.

Hannes Gernell, who was killed...

He was apparently acquainted with a Nathalie Edblad—

—whom we suspect fled the scene of the shooting.

A patrol has picked her up, so I hope we get to talk to her.

They weren't the ones who killed Aalbeck.

If it had been them, they would have moved the car—

—and not let Kasper's body lie 100 meters from their doormat?

Why would Kasper go back there if it wasn't to meet them?

—Am I a suspect for something? —No.

—Not at the moment. —No? Then why am I here?

Because we need to know the truth about Kasper Aalbeck.

All we know is that he's dead, not how.

His friends seem to think so, though.

This isn't going to end, Nathalie.

We had nothing to do with his death.

Hannes was into computers.

Servers and encrypted communication. It's nothing illegal.

What those servers contain, the narcotics squad will find out.

But we know that you met Kasper on two occasions.

Last Friday and this Sunday.

Had you arranged a meeting with him that other time?

No. I don't understand what he was doing there. He wasn't supposed to meet us.

Do you know what he did on Saturday?

No. Kasper was nice. Not like that other idiot.

He was with us last Friday and picked up...

It doesn't matter. I don't care about that. Continue.

Yeah. We had a beer and talked. He said he was going to meet someone.

—Another business partner? —No, I mean... a girl.

He said he wanted to meet someone before he went home.

We should take a closer look at what he did in Österhaninge.

He was going to meet someone. Something private, it sounded like.

We're heading out tomorrow to check all the places he stayed at.

Something must have happened out there in Österhaninge.

So, there you are.

—Still alive. —Against all odds, yes.

Martin, can't you come over for a drink and celebrate? Huh?

—Not tonight, you. —No.

I've just eaten and was thinking of going to bed.

What did it turn out to be?

Curry stew.

—Strong? —No, not particularly.

No. You know, I do like spicy food.

—I see. —I've got a bottle. "Ass burner", huh.

—"Ass burner"? —Yes.

Carolina Reaper. The hottest chili in the whole world.

You know, I put it on everything.

Hey, wait. I'll bring a bottle.

But, you know, I... Yes...

Yes, yes.

How does it feel to be back at work, then?

I mean, have you gained any new perspectives—

—when you have looked death in the eye?

Yes, as my chiropractor put it.

Thank you.

But, I... I should probably wind down.

But I can't just turn off my brain like that.

You know, I remember when I gained new perspectives, you know.

And it was deep within the Amazon.

It was hot as hell, you know.

And we had to hack our way through there with these kind of jungle... machetes.

And then we arrived at... Yes, it was a little village that was located there.

And they wanted to treat us to, well, something to drink, you know.

—And I bowed and curtsied. —Yes.

So I thought like this, that, well.... I, I thought, you know.

But...

That fucking wasn't tea, you know.

—So what was it? —Ayahuasca.

—What did you say? —Ayahuasca.

The vine of souls.

The only thing they have left there in the jungle when everything has gone to hell.

One drinks it—

—and then it becomes a fucking circus throughout your whole body. Then you are reborn.

—That sounds rather unpleasant. —Yes, well. Yes, it's not for everyone.

It's not, though.

Because first of all, well, you vomit.

Then you'll get diarrhea, right.

Then you shit yourself completely. That's how you can talk about an "ass burner."

But then, buddy, then you're in for the worst fucking hallucinogenic trip—

—you've ever experienced, I mean.

—How long is this going to last, then? —Well, a couple of days, I would imagine.

So you know, there's a before and an after that trip, mate.

—Maybe you should try it yourself sometime? —No, I think I'll pass.

I've had enough dizziness in my head for a while now, as you know.

Yes, yes, you'll of course do as you wish, Martin.

—Yes, cheers to you. —Cheers.

Two places are interesting here.

Part of where the car was parked the night between Friday and Saturday.

And it was on a Saturday night before he headed out to Liljeholmen.

What you're going to head out and keep an eye on is this smaller road here. Okay?

We are going to Villa Ro, where the car was parked between Friday and Saturday.

A place where you meet someone?

Yes. "Relaxation and the opportunity for focused meetings in scenic surroundings."

"Welcome to book a kick-off or a romantic weekend."

Yes, why not? We could book something, right?

So. Good, then let's go.

Mom?

What are you doing?

Nothing, darling.

It's no problem. Mom is just a little tired.

Okay.

—So this is how he stayed, then? —Yes.

He stood here for four hours before he headed back to Liljeholmen.

—But there's nothing here. —He must have done something.

—Maybe he met a prostitute. —Why travel all the way here for that?

True. I can check the surrounding area here—

—so you can check where these small roads lead.

Hello. Welcome to Villa Ro.

Alex Beijer, crime reporter, Stockholm. This is Josef Eriksson.

Hey, we're mapping out a certain person's movement patterns from last week.

—Were you working then? —No, I was off.

—But Peter was working. —Is he here?

—Absolutely. I can show you. —Mm, thanks.

—That way. —Thanks.

Petrus?

—Some people want to talk to you. —Yeah?

Alex Beijer, Murder Squad, Stockholm. This is Josef.

Hey, I just had a quick question. I was wondering if you—

—recognize this man.

We have a terrible amount of people here, so I can't answer that, unfortunately.

—He probably speaks Danish. —I see.

—No, I'm sorry. —Hey, Petrus.

If we say this: we know that he was here last week.

Oh? Well, I'll have to take another look then.

Yeah, actually, now that you mention it.

—Oh, he was probably here, yeah. —Alone?

—No, with a colleague. —How do you know it was a colleague?

Or, I don't know, of course. It was just something I felt like doing.

—What did they do when they were here? —Well...

They took no treatments. I only saw them at breakfast and dinner.

What can you say about the colleague?

He was blond. But he spoke Swedish.

I remember it, because he was the one who checked them out, but...

Yes, that's right. There was a bit of trouble there.

—What kind of trouble? —They were supposed to stay one more night.

But my colleague suddenly decided that he was going to go, so that...

Yes, he was a bit upset, actually. I didn't ask why.

And the man in the picture?

No, I didn't see him there at all. The colleague paid for both rooms.

And he drove off in his own car afterwards.

Damn, that's great. Then you can show us his payment details.

Yes, absolutely, of course. Follow me this way.

Hey, Ayda, I need to bring a guy in for interrogation.

—Okay. Who? —A... Jakob Davin.

I'll fix it.

—You're welcome. —Thank you.

Yes, hello. Jenny Bodén, the murder reporter again.

You... Did you have a dog patrol on the way in, or what?

Yes, that's good. Yes.

Hello?

Can I help you with something?

Hi. Uh... Steinar Hovland. I'm from the police.

Hi. Matti Riska.

—Are you the one who lives here? —Yep.

We've found something here!

There. There appears to be blood on the ground.

Quiet!

I'm just wondering if you have seen this man.

Have you noticed anything different the last few days?

No, not that I can think of. It has been... the usual.

—Do you live here alone? —No, I have a wife.

Could I speak with her too?

Yes, well, she's been a bit sick, so she's trying to take a nap now.

It goes quite fast, you know. It's only a couple of questions.

One moment.

Hey. Look, we've found something here. The technicians are on their way.

—Okay. —It's possible he was shot here.

Good. But... yes, I'm coming.

You don't need to disturb her. It's fine, so... thanks.

Hi.

Great. Thanks.

—What have you found? —The same plastic as at Liljeholmen.

Tech is on the way. And did you hear about the colleague at Villa Ro?

Join up with Alex, she's on her way into town. So I'll wait for Tekniska.

Oskar! The key.

—Do you know why Norwegians can't drive? —No.

No, exactly.

So, you're self-employed in PR?

And your name matched? Jakob Davin?

Good. The night between Friday and Saturday last week, where were you then?

Out partying, perhaps?

We found cocaine on you. Is it "business or pleasure"?

—Personal use. —Lovely.

We know where you were. You were at Villa Ro.

A spa hotel out in Österhaninge. Who were you there with?

No? Okay. I have the answer to that question too.

His name was Kasper Aalbeck.

You left the hotel room together early on Saturday evening.

After about an hour, you packed up and then you checked out yourself.

A few hours later, your friend floats dead under the Liljeholm Bridge.

You might understand why we're a little curious about what you did that night?

Is Kasper dead?

What the fuck, are you sitting there telling me that Kasper is dead?

Then answer me! What?

Is he dead? Answer me! Answer me!

—Are you okay? —Yes, it's okay.

—Are you calm now? Are you calm? —Yes.

My God, I didn't see that coming.

He said something like this could happen.

That's why we couldn't be together. So I have, like...

...been prepared.

So he and you were a couple?

I wanted it.

I told him.

He didn't dare.

When did you last see Kasper?

Last Saturday night. At that Villa Ro.

It was his idea.

It lay far from everything, so no one found out.

In his criminal world, people like us don't exist.

What was it that happened there at the hotel?

Why did you leave there all alone?

I got some fresh air.

When I came back, I...

...so he would have left.

Just left, like.

He didn't answer the phone and he didn't come back.

I thought he had left me.

We had fought.

We did it.

Often.

But he always came back.

I didn't kill him.

—If he's lying, he's quite good at it. —Mm, mm.

—But there are many who are. —Yes, I agree with you.

—Is Jenny back? —On her way.

Technical fine combs cover the entire area.

Hold him for possession. Make sure to conduct a search of his residence.

—So you think he did it? —No.

Tell the gangs that we have a suspect, maybe they should behave themselves a little.

—Smart. —I have to go. I'm going to meet Inger.

Health.

Of course.

Damn, I'm hungry.

—I'm having a blood sugar crash, I think. —There's some cake left over there.

—But is it fresh? —Yes.

Well...

Search of Jakob Davin's house.

We found more drugs, no bag of money and no shotgun.

—So, are we going on a date, or what? —Uhh... yeah...

—Maybe. We'll see. —What does she do for a living?

Hind?

Yes, clothes. Fashion.

—But it suits you perfectly. —Yes.

—Good luck. —Thanks.

—Hi. Do you need help? —Uh, no... or well...

I'm going on a date.

So... which one is best?

Well, it depends a bit on what impression you want to give.

She works in fashion and likes the brand. So you might want to impress.

—And this one is a bit more festive. —Mm.

—Oskar? —Hind?

—Hi! —Hi. What...

—So, you work here, then? —Yes.

It's fine, I can take over.

—That's insane. —Yeah, truly.

Uhh... so which one do you like?

I'm thinking maybe other colors. What size are you? Medium?

Uh, yeah, medium... large maybe.

—I don't really know for sure. —Oh, really?

You wrote that you like fashion, right? And don't know your sizes?

I might not like it very much.

Okay. Why did you write that you like fashion then?

I don't know. Sometimes you just write...

—Are you even a cop? —Yes, I am, absolutely.

—Hey, darling! —Hello. Hi. How are you?

—That's good. Where is Vilhelm, then? —Hey, Grandpa.

—Are you ready for some Thai food? —As ready as one can be.

—As long as there isn't any Carolina Reaper in it. —No, you don't have to worry about that.

Weren't you supposed to bring a friend?

Yeah, a classmate. She'll be here in a moment. She just had to park the car.

—Student? From the police academy? —Yes, exactly.

Vilhelm Beck, future police officer. You're barely recognizable.

—I'm probably the same person as always. —Yes, but I am proud at least.

—You're not as pleased. —Because he's going to be a cop?

It's none of my business. But I have seen how it has been for you. Not very fun.

Yes, it's Rebecka.

Hey.

—Martin Beck? —Yes.

—Is that your grandfather? —Yes.

—Are you Rebecka? —Mm.

Well, come in.

—Why haven't you said anything? —What?

I was completely obsessed with true crime. I followed, like, every single investigation.

And your name was... I mean, it was just everywhere.

You're my idol, sort of.

—Is it an investigator you want to become? —Yes, but I know the road is long.

—It's just as well that I get used to it, right? —What?

—She is very nice, though. —Yes.

—Is something up, or what? —Between us?

—Really not. We're just friends. —Yeah, right. Sure...!

That's right. Four years ago, an informant contacted the Danish police—

—which resulted in several members of the management team being imprisoned.

Since then, they have been weakened and need more room to maneuver. That makes them more dangerous.

Response from Tekniska regarding the plastic piece from the forest in Haninge.

It's made of the same plastic we found by the Liljeholm Bridge—

—and with small amounts of blood that matches Kasper Aalbeck's DNA.

But man, that was fucking intense.

Could have been shot out there in the forest in Haninge.

The perpetrator uses the plastic to transport the body in—

—and drive it to Liljeholmsbron in Kasper's own car.

Silage.

Silage. Like those giant marshmallows that are in the fields during the summer.

For cattle and horse feed.

Look up a Matti Riska.

—He has a farm out there. A horse farm. —Yes.

Matti Riska, 51 years old. Has a hunting license and it could be a shotgun.

—No links to Danish gangs? —Not that we know of.

—Why did he shoot him? —Riska has been in prison.

In 2002, he was convicted of manslaughter. An assault that spiraled out of control.

The guy who died was gay, and it's believed that was the motive.

—A crime. —We'll go out and talk to him.

Good.

I'm just looking around a bit.

—So. —Thank you, please.

—So you were here all of last week? —Yes. Yes.

—Alone? —No, Lollo was here too.

She works from home, so... And the kid.

—Lollo, is that your wife? —Yep.

Is she here now?

Yes, but she's... a little under the weather, so...

Maybe she can come here after all, so we can talk to both of you?

—Yes, yes. I'll go pick her up then. —Thanks.

Lollo.

You...

They had some questions.

Henning. Do you want to play in the kitchen for a while?

—Hi. —Hi.

Yes, we are investigating the murder of a man—

—who has been around here. Do you recognize anyone?

No. No one I've seen.

Villa Ro, is that something you're familiar with?

Yes, a hotel, a conference center over by the church, right?

Exactly. He stayed there for a few nights last week.

Together with her boyfriend.

Okay.

Wait, wait, listen here.

I've done some fucking stupid things.

20 years ago. I served my sentence and am not the same person anymore.

We found a gun safe in the garage. It was open and empty.

Yes, I used to hunt. But I don't have any weapons now.

Do you have any idea where they've gone?

Yes, I suppose I have.

—Piteå? —What?

It says "Piteå" here last week. April 8–11. What was that?

We were supposed to visit my parents, but it was cancelled.

Too bad. It could have been a good alibi.

I got this from my grandma in Piteå. It's a Transformer.

So pretty. And what a kind grandma you have.

—Is it new? —Yes.

—When did Grandma give it to you then? —Go up to your room and play, Henning.

Just a moment. — Henning.

—When did Grandma give that to you? —Wait, wait, wait!

I got it when we were there.

—Can Lollo bring up Henning? —Absolutely. — Jenny!

I did it.

I was the one who killed him.

Yes, it is me. I have a new address for you.

Do you have someone we can call who could come here?

No family?

Some friend? Mattis' mom and dad?

Do you know where Mattis's shotgun is?

No.

How are you?

Did you know about this?

What?

He is not what you think. He is the sweetest soul in the world.

Now you've said A, Matti.

Then you might as well tell me the rest. For your own sake.

Just tell me what happened.

Matti?

Just let it out.

I'm listening.

Mm?

He says nothing.

Techs are allowed to go through the yard. If we find the money or the weapon—

—do we have enough for a remand? If he won't talk, maybe his wife will.

You should get in touch with your buddy Mikkel at Hall.

If he hears that we have this guy, maybe we can avoid more shootings.

—What is that? —Danish police photos of the Mjölner gang.

Can you go back? A little further back.

Who. Who is it?

Sara Lindberg, a Swede who was with Nicolai.

Four years ago, she testified against the whole gang. They have a son together...

Oh, hell!

That's probably our technical team arriving.

Who are those people? Do you know any of them?

Yes?

Yes.

And are you sure about that?

Okay, thanks.

—Lollo. —Yes?

Is your name really Sara Lindberg?

And you testified against your ex-husband's gang in Denmark?

—He's standing out there. —Okay.

—Shall we go in? —Wait a second. Just give me five minutes.

—I want to talk to her. —She has fucked us all.

—And Kasper. She has no right to... —It's Sara, for fuck's sake!

—It's Sara. —Mm.

Five minutes.

Get Henning.

It's Alex. Hurry back here. Nicolai Hartmann is on his way in.

Up, quick!

Hurry up!

It wasn't Matti. He only helped me hide the weapon and the money.

He was with Henning in Piteå when it happened.

I...

I had received a gift from him. A spa weekend.

I don't know what Kasper was doing there.

But he followed.

I couldn't let him ruin everything.

For Henning's sake. I had to.

I panicked. And...

...so I remember that...

...Nicolai had talked about those tech guys Kyo, so I...

I found out where they were and...

—Sara? —Shh!

Sara?

Sara, come out, so we can talk. I just want to talk to you.

Henning? Henning, are you there?

It's Dad. I've missed you.

Sara, it's just me. So come forward now and talk before the others arrive.

Sara? Henning?

There! That's the farm up ahead.

It's the police! Get in the car! — Nicolai! Nicolai!

Nicolai, it's the police!

—Sara, open up, for fuck's sake! —Nicolai! We have to go!

Get in the car! Drive!

Okay.

Last chance, Sara.

Sara?

Three.

Two. One.

Okay, Sara. Here I come!

Police! Drop the weapon!

Alex!

Okay?

—Sure? —Yes.

—Stay still! —Get Lollo. I'll bring Henning down.

Stay still.

—Was it you who shot Kasper? —Yes.

And if the police hadn't arrived, I would have shot you too.

Is it okay?

So, you managed to do that even though I wasn't there.

The colleagues in Haninge took the fleeing Danes and took them to custody.

Maybe I should have gone on that date after all.

I mean, she is damn gorgeous, but... it didn't feel quite right.

No. If it's a hundred, you can feel it.

Right?

—See you. —Yes, see you.

—So what happens now, Steinar? —What are you thinking about?

—When are you traveling back to Oslo? —I'm leaving tonight.

But with the kids in Mozambique, there's not much to go home to.

But you probably don't need a bearded Norrbotten man—

—now that you have John McClane in my place?

Yeah, I mean, we can't have too many competent police officers.

Well then... then I'm not going anywhere.

I thought you were going to start taking it a bit easier after the surgery.

That I would see a bit more of you.

But, darling, you know how it is. If I don't get to work, I'll become...

Mm, I know. So that's why I thought the opposite.

If you refuse to work less—

—then I guess I'll just have to push you to work a little harder.

What do you mean?

—What is this? —A contract for an allotment.

—What? —Specifically this one.

—No...! —To us, as a project.

Because you're going to be around for many, many more years.

—Darling. —Mm.

—Looks like quite a substantial amount of work. —Yeah.

One can certainly claim that.

—Shall we go in? —Sure.

Text: Thomas Jansson Scandinavian Text Service

Publisher: Anders Melin