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Good morning, Sweden, we say from the studio this absolutely wonderful morning.

Sure. Brilliant sunshine and crisp sub-zero temperatures. Can it get any better?

We are going to talk about the situation in Syria. What is needed to achieve stability there?

And it's time to start thinking about beach season.

Our fitness expert Rodrigo helps us get the perfect six-pack.

Mark, I think it might be something for you.

We are going to meet Tomas Tormalm, recipient of this year's Almlöf Medal.

—He is accepting the award tonight. —First, a few words from the sponsors.

Then let's head down towards the light, please.

What, working out? I don't exactly need a beach season here, do I?

Hello. Alexandra Beijer? Good that you could make it. Follow me this way.

Alto Lind recommended you. Have you been here before?

—No. —It will be okay.

—It's better now. —Great. Yes. Thank you very much.

—Do you know Tormalm? Who is Tormalm? —I don't know.

Hi. You're in block 3 after the news. Mimmi will take care of you.

I can take that one. See you.

—Take a seat. I'll be done in a moment. —Thanks.

—There we go. Does that feel okay? —You've made me human again.

—A performance like this so early in the morning. —That's great.

So you were stationed in Syria?

Today's guests are a yoga instructor, an influencer, and a diplomat.

And so I guessed the latter.

In Syria. But I'm not a diplomat. I worked in the foreign service.

It must be heavy. I was in Damascus.

—Incredibly beautiful city. —Mm. Yes, it is impressive.

—Tomas Tormalm. —Alex Beijer. Nice to meet you.

Aren't you ready? We need to go over some instructions before you are interviewed.

—This is Helen, my wife. —Hi.

And Stanley, our security guard. He has been with us for eleven years.

—14, darling? —Is it true?

Time flies when you're having fun.

—Are you ready, darling? —Yes.

—See you. —See you.

I'm thinking a bit more cheeks and lips.

And then we let the hair down. Because you have such beautiful hair. That's good.

Hello? Mom?

Thank you so much. Should I...? Here?

—Hi. Good morning, old man. —Where are you?

—I'm at work. —You shouldn't be working, you're sick.

I know. It's only a couple of days.

—When are you coming home? —Sometime this evening.

—I love you. —I love you too.

Hey, Peter. You're not working today, are you?

I'm stepping in for Kemal. I hope that's okay.

—Yeah, yeah, it's fine. —What was for lunch?

Sailor's stew, I think.

—Hi, Peter. —Hi.

OPEN

ACCESS LOCK

LOCK CONTROL

LOCK SECURED

—Have you had a good morning? —Yes, well, it is a bit early.

—You know all about that, of course. —Yes, you never get used to it.

—Of course it will... It works? —Can I have...? Okay.

Go ahead. Five, four, three, two...

Welcome, Tomas Tormalm, founder of Global Literacy Initiatives—

—and this year's recipient of the Almlöf Medal. Welcome.

You have helped found dozens of schools in West Africa.

—Yes, about twenty. —As many as that? Oh!

To increase literacy. Can't you tell me a little about that?

Literacy is a prerequisite for becoming a full-fledged citizen.

In Dakar, for example, only 48% of girls are literate.

And in the countryside, the figures are even worse.

—You've been to the places yourself? —Oh yes.

It is natural to meet people in their own environment...

Stop! Stay still and keep calm!

Don't move. I will shoot if I have to.

If everyone stays calm and does as I say, no one will get hurt.

Everyone leaves the studio. Except for Tomas Tormalm.

Let go!

Stop!

—Stop! —Easy, easy, easy, easy.

Damn! Where is he?

Where the hell is Tormalm?

Wait! You can't leave! You must stay until the police arrive! Sto...

Damn!

Back up!

Back up!

LOCK SECURED

Back up!

The camera.

The camera! Aim the camera, then!

If you cut the broadcast or turn off the monitor, I'll see it.

Then I'll shoot the hostages one by one.

If you touch the doors, I'll see it and then I'll shoot.

I want Tomas Tormalm to come back here.

Tomas Tormalm will be back here before this broadcast is over.

You have exactly... 58 minutes starting from now.

REMAINING PROGRAM TIME 57 MINUTES

—Hell! —We're not getting out.

We can't keep broadcasting this!

What do we do, Lukas?

Sorry. Can't I answer? Please, it's my boyfriend calling.

—Wow. Nice. —Right?

Styling by Emma.

I should have a purple streak in my hair, but those aren't quite my colors.

—Coward. —The meaning of life.

But that's just how it is. What did people do before they had kids?

—So life was just a sham then. —Deep, Oskar.

Impressed, or what? No...

But when are you going to drive? You're not 20 anymore. Soon the train will have left.

—What the fuck? —I'm just being honest.

Two women can't just get pregnant however they like.

Go to Denmark then. Get a seed from some hot Danish donor.

—Alex is on TV now. —Turn off the phones and put them away.

Alex is the star of the family. I guess I'll have to settle for being the office dad.

So, next. Next.

You too.

—You have to come. —What is it?

Alex.

—What is his name? —Peter. He's a security guard here.

We don't have any phones.

Peter. My name is Alex and I'm a police officer.

Sit down!

I see that you're upset, I...

You're moving there.

Yes? Okay.

Should I try to talk to him? That's what you do when...

No. Okay.

We continue to spread out, until the police are on site. No one contacts him.

He knows he won't be shot on live television.

It's safest for the hostages too.

What the fuck happened in there, Stanley? How did you miss that man?

—I underestimated the situation. Sorry. —With every fucking right. Good Lord!

—You could have been shot, Tom! —I wasn't. I'm okay.

—Did you recognize that man? —Of course not.

—Do you think it could be about Tunis? —I don't know what that bandit wants!

For all I know, he wants a little excitement in his boring-ass life.

—Sorry. —Okay.

The regular broadcast has therefore been interrupted on TV1—

—then a perpetrator has locked themselves in with hostages in the Good Morning studio.

What is happening?

We have not heard about the number of hostages or the identity of the perpetrator.

—Is everyone okay? —What do you think?

He has a gun and is threatening to kill us. Of course we're not okay.

—Just take it easy. —What the fuck can you even do?

The only thing we can do now is take it easy and do exactly as he says.

—You. How are you doing? —I'm okay.

What? Are you sure? Okay.

Don't forget to breathe. Good.

So. So yeah. If it gets worse I want you to tell me... Calm down, calm down.

So yeah. You. Okay.

Peter. We have a girl here who is not doing so well.

She'll probably last half an hour.

Wouldn't it be better if she were allowed to go out—

—so we won't have any more problems in here? You.

Entrance A secured.

Message from the police. Those of you in the building—

—stay away from windows and doors. This is not a drill.

What do we know?

Besides Alex and the hosts, there are four people in the studio.

All confirmed employees in the house. An employee cannot find them.

The man with the gun is named Peter Rosenberg.

Working as a security guard at the TV station. Former military, not on the records.

—This Tormalm is a financier, isn't he? —Yes, they had a piece on him.

—I'll see if I can find it. —I've got this.

Tomas Tormalm is the working-class boy who became a real estate tycoon.

His company Tor Enterprise, along with its sub— sidiaries, owns buildings all over the world.

Today he is in Stockholm to receive the Almlöf Medal—

—for their non-profit organization, Global Literacy Initiative.

Is there any threat against him? Does he have enemies in Sweden?

The company has made a controversial real estate deal in Tensta.

Many have faced shock increases in rent, and lost their apartments.

They don't exactly love him there.

Hi. Hi, everyone. Awkward situation, this, really.

I spoke with the SWAT team and they know there is an officer among the hostages.

You can trust that they do their job.

—What do you mean? —There is nothing you can do now.

—Are we just going to sit here and do nothing? —Last I checked, you were the murder squad.

This is not your table.

Alex Beijer is in the TV studio, so that's our responsibility.

Wait, Martin. Are we back at this again? Who's the boss here? Is it you, Martin?

No, it was someone else. Wait a second. That's right. I'm the boss.

I order you to let the national task force do its job.

Return to your regular duties.

It's the same as usual, you know. The clock is ticking.

Oskar and Jenny, go home to the security guard.

Investigate everything you can. Possible motives.

Ayda, you look into the housing deal. It might lead to something.

Josef, try to find out more about his military background.

Outposts, incidents, problems and so on.

—Yes, but is it important right now? —Yes.

—Where are you going? —To the TV—house.

Yes, I understand. Okay.

Irja? Irja, can you hear me?

I spoke with Zara. The police are on their way.

In the meantime, you'll have to try to talk to him.

We have you on camera 2 now.

—Can you...? Ask him what he wants. —Peter.

We have understood that you want to meet Tomas Tormalm.

Is there any particular reason why you want to meet him?

Has he done something to you personally?

Do you have a message? Because the Swedish people are sitting here watching you.

My message is that you have a fucking fake smile.

Take out your earbuds! Now!

You too. Take off your headphones!

Take off your headphones.

You now have exactly 48 minutes.

Where is he?

—Wait. —Is the building evacuated? —Unclear. A cleaner is missing.

—Could that person be in the studio? —It's possible.

—Have we made contact with the channel manager? —She is on her way.

—But she refuses to cooperate yet. —Bring her in immediately. — Hi.

—Thanks. — Are you ready? —Just a moment.

—Any developments? —Not yet.

—Abbe Viljanen is the head of security. —Lisbet Sten, incident commander.

—So you're the head of the guard? —That is correct.

—Any idea why he's doing this? —No. Peter has been here for seven years.

Quiet type, mostly keeps to himself.

He has had a hard time, but is the definition of kindness. I don't understand.

He has sealed the studio and the adjacent control room.

—And went into full lockdown mode. —What does that mean?

He's got everything under control. No one goes in or out without his permission.

He sees all the surveillance cameras on his phone.

And he gets an alert immediately if we tamper with the locks.

—Have you found the cleaner yet? —No, but we're looking everywhere.

I want the blueprints for the house. We need to find an alternative way in.

—And you're confronting the channel manager. —Yes.

Police! Hello!

Police! Come out!

—Police! —There's no one here.

A terrorist who likes geraniums.

—Hi. Yeah, no one was here. —Esther.

—He has a daughter named Esther. —Humalog.

We've found insulin, so she probably has diabetes.

Okay. I'll check which school she goes to and see if we can track her down.

It would be good if you went to Tensta. To a Sam Ramon.

He has been active in the protests against Tormalm.

How the fuck could they find us so fast?

—The hotel staff gave them good tips. —It came at the worst possible time.

—Could it have happened at a good time? —We can't afford that after Tunis.

The idea with the trip to Stockholm was to get some good publicity.

You realize we paid that fucking price for it?

Sir.

Hello, hello. Klas Fréden, regional police chief, Stockholm.

—Hi. Tomas Tormalm. —What could all of this be about?

Do you have any whatsoever idea of the purpose behind this Rosenberg's actions?

No, we don't.

Could it be something financial, lunar worship, or what?

Revenge? Something personal? What do I know?

I am an uninteresting man and our companies take great social responsibility.

There are no areas of conflict within the operations, so this...

No, I have no idea.

The situation is as follows: you are under our protection.

We want you to stay at the hotel and not talk to anyone.

—We have to stay here. —Oh, for fuck's sake...!

That's how it is. Good.

—Martin Beck is here. —Beck?

—Hi. Lisbet Sten, incident commander. —Martin Beck.

—Alex Beijer is your cop, right? —Yes.

Sit down. She acted quickly.

There would have been many more in there if she hadn't been on site.

Please, Peter.

Could I say a few words to the viewers?

—They're probably wondering what it is that... —Are you joking with me?

There are 35 minutes left now.

If he doesn't show up soon, I'm going to shoot the hosts. Poof!

Please Peter, put the weapon away. It's not going to help you.

I am completely convinced that they are on their way here and will arrive any moment.

—Can I do something for you? —May I ask you a question?

Have I made the right assessment by letting them continue broadcasting?

Absolutely. In this situation, there is no other choice.

But the hostage situation is strange. I think it's something personal.

He seems desperate. You must start negotiating with him.

We can't do it until we have received approval from the editor-in-chief.

—Are you joking? —No.

Could I get some water?

—I could use something to drink. —Once I've gotten what I asked for.

But I have nothing to do with this. Right?

I can't exactly get him here. Right? — This is completely absurd.

Are they just going to keep going... You're trying to make some good TV.

Fuck. — Can you, please, help us? Send Tormalm here!

Sit down, for fuck's sake!

I'm sorry.

Peter. Put the weapon away.

...from the hostage situation in TV1's morning studio.

Police spokesperson Ann-Marie Syrén is here. What is it...

—Morning! —Good morning.

—Hansson. —Börje, the principal of Kvinneby School?

Ayda Çetin. I'm calling from the police. I'm looking for an Esther Rosenberg.

—Esther Rosenberg? Yes, she's in 3C. —Is she at school now?

Number Three is sleeping in. She starts in an hour.

—Can you contact me when she arrives? —Sure. What is it regarding?

But first and foremost, we want to understand the perpetrator's demands.

—What has happened? —Peter Rosenberg.

Take it easy. Just try to breathe.

Is this everyone? I approve it. Will you take it further?

Zara Somas, CEO of the channel. Who is in command?

Lisbet Sten, incident commander. It's good that you're here.

—Why don't you take him out? —Trust me, we're working on it.

But one of our own employees is standing in there, waving a pistol around.

We need to talk to Rosenberg.

But I need your approval to do it via the control room.

I have said no. Everything said in the studio is heard straight on air.

Doubtful about letting a police negotiation with a kidnapper be broadcast live.

I'll have to discuss that with my lawyers.

When this is over, but now we need to talk to the perpetrator.

Can you call the control room? Now.

Yes?

Hello. My name is Lisbet Sten and I am the incident commander.

—Okay. —Will you make sure I can be heard in the studio?

So. Now you're doing it.

Hi, Peter. My name is Lisbet and I'm calling from the police.

You should know that we have heard your demand and are currently searching for Tormalm.

It was about damn time. Is he on his way?

We're working on it. In the meantime, I want you to try to stay calm.

—Is there something you need? —Get him here, and I'll be fine.

While we wait for Tormalm, I want you to release some of the hostages.

—There are some people who aren't doing well. —They'll be released when that old bastard arrives!

I understand, but I don't think you want to hurt anyone...

Please, calm down, Peter! Calm down! Lower the weapon. Lower the weapon.

Stop messing with me now!

Shh, calm down. Take it easy.

Hello?

Oh god...!

Yeah, that went fucking great...! Are you really going to bring Tormalm here?

—No. But we have to buy time. —Buy time? Get him out instead.

Yes, this is going to take some time.

Okay.

Yes, she wants us to make good TV out of it.

Set up control over the cameras.

You can zoom in on camera 3.

—How are you going to proceed? —The most important thing is to protect the hostages.

—But do something, for fuck's sake! —So you are planning a raid?

Has the police entered the buildin...

—Hey, which hotel is Tormalm staying at? —Strand Hotel.

—Yes? —Have you found anything for me?

—Hello? Josef? —No, I have nothing.

There's no time to go to some fucking military base. I'm picking up Tormalm now.

—Absolutely not. No, Josef. —No way.

Do you have a better idea? It's fucking about Alex.

Peter has locked all the ways into the studio—

—but the new ventilation system is built on the upper floor—

—and it enters the studio through a hole in the wall.

—So someone can be sent in there? —It's tight, but it's possible.

Deployment here. Prepare to send in a sniper.

—Turn off the ventilation in the studio. —It's going to get hot.

Then they'll have to sweat for it.

Shooter 1 and 2 heading towards the eastern entrance.

—Sam Ramon? —Mm.

—You've probably heard about the hostage situation. —I'm busy.

—We need to talk to you for a bit. —Can we come in?

—You're not much of a fan of Tomas Tormalm. —No. That's safe to say.

—You wanted to stop the buyout of your houses. —Not just me, there were more of us.

But I organized the petition, wrote articles.

—Do you want some chocolate balls? —Yes, please. Thanks.

—Then the municipality approved the purchase. —The municipality sold to Tormalm's company?

His company has bought up more than 10% of the public housing here in recent years.

They don't give a shit about the houses. They're piling up the money here while it grows in heaps.

They buy old houses, renovate them cheaply and hike the rents aggressively.

It was a case in Tunis a few years ago.

One of his apartment buildings collapsed. Only collapsed after the renovation.

16 people died, but Tormalm blamed the construction company and got away with it.

At the same time, he is seen as a humanist for his charitable work.

—Abby? —The private jet can take off with you if...

—Absolutely not. —They want you at headquarters.

I agree with Tom. It can't look like he's fleeing.

You don't decide what I do. Find out who the hell the fool is!

I am writing a statement.

—Are you sure you're okay? —Yes, I'm fine.

—The hostage's condition is still... —Good morning.

—Can you say what was said? —No.

—Is he being cooperative? —He has cooperated to some extent.

—Have you discussed it with him... —Isn't that Esther Rosenberg's father?

—Yeah. No one has found Esther. —At the moment, that's not an option.

—Yes? —I have info on Peter Rosenberg.

Deployed to Afghanistan twice. Sent home for unstable personality.

Sought treatment for post-traumatic stress.

His wife reported him for unlawful threats and assault, but then withdrew the charges.

He has been divorced for a year and is involved in an ongoing custody battle.

Thanks, Ayda.

We have to go in. As soon as possible.

Shooter 1 and 2, how far have you progressed?

Just passing the entrance, Cesar.

—What is your involvement in this? —You have quite a lot on your record.

—Rioting, weapons charges, probably something else. —15 years old. I was young and stupid.

Thought I could change the world. But I'm not involved — unfortunately.

—Do you know Peter Rosenberg? —No.

Okay, thanks.

I have lived here for 13 years.

The children grew up here.

This... is our home.

Okay. Thanks for the help.

—Where are you going? —I'm going in here.

But it is cordoned off. It doesn't matter.

—You'll have to talk to my boss then. —Dickhead.

Damn. Tormalm has enemies all over the world.

—Does the guard have any connection to Tunis? —Possible. We'll have to put Ayda on it.

—Hey, on a completely different note... —What?

If you and Lina were to ask me, I would step up.

—You can just have my... —Your what?

I mean, you know. Like... mine.

I'm sorry, but I don't understand what you're trying to say.

You know, my guys. Or girls. Or... You get what I mean.

—Nice of you to be generous with your grain. —You don't have to, I just...

That is very kind of you. Can we talk about it at a better time?

That is exactly why I'm saying it. To avoid thinking about it.

Wait! This is the number for Leila Andrewi.

She is a lawyer and knows more about the Tunis case.

—Thanks, Ayda. —Thanks.

A teacher saw an unknown person drive away with Peter's daughter yesterday.

Okay. You take that, I'll take the lawyer.

Stop! Police. You have to open the door. Open the door.

Thanks!

Did you see anyone drive off with Esther yesterday?

Exactly. I was standing here packing up and saw her get into a car.

—Okay. —I didn't think much about it back then.

It just looked like she didn't want to.

—What kind of car was that? —Ehh. I was standing up here, but...

—Black car, I think. —What time was it?

Shortly after four. We had just finished. She hasn't come today.

—She has diabetes. —Yes, we know. Thanks for the help.

Give me something.

Can you check the cameras around Esther's school?

Okay. Times?

—Hi. Where is the kitchen? —It's over there.

—Hey. —Hey.

—Josef, where are you? —Text me Tormalm's room number.

Okay.

Mark, how are things?

How are things?

—Mark, Mark! —Fuck!

—Fuck! —No!

—Oh god...! —Peter.

I have medical training. I need to look at Mark's arm.

But God... Oh my God!

Take off the jacket. Very carefully.

It's superficial, but it needs to be restructured.

Hold on here. Hard. — Peter, I need to get some bandages.

It's okay. He's okay.

It's okay.

Quiet. Quiet, quiet, quiet.

Dear TV viewers, Mark is okay, so there is no reason for concern.

—I need to speak with Tomas Tormalm. —No, I'm afraid not.

Josef Eriksson. I work with Alex Beijer, one of the hostages you left behind!

Hello, from the police. Josef Eriksson. You need to come with us to the TV station.

—We're running fucking low on time. —Stop, stop!

Like I said, it's fucking urgent. You have to get back to the TV station.

My lawyers and your boss Fredén have advised me to stay here.

To cover his own ass. Don't you have your own responsibility?

What the fuck is happening? We were clear. We don't negotiate with terrorists.

My husband is in no obligation to come with you. Is that right?

—Legally speaking, no. —Stanley, show the policeman out.

Wait, wait, wait!

—Okay. You're a businessman, right? —Yes.

Then you know everything about risk assessment. I assess risks too.

I'll be completely honest. It is unusual to shoot hostages.

—But, uh... —What is it?

He has a military background, is extremely unstable, and has very unclear motives.

It makes him extremely dangerous. There is a high risk that he will start shooting the hostages.

Yes. Or me.

But...

E, D, K...

Hi. Jenny Bodén here. I have a plate. Can you check it for me?

EDK 922. Good. Do you have a home address for it?

It's okay, Mark. It's going to be fine.

So yeah. So.

Leave it like that.

Hello? Hello?

—We have to do something. —What then, what do you mean?

I'm getting married in eight weeks. I can't die now.

Stop.

There is a knife there.

Do you want some water?

You're welcome.

Who of us knows Peter best?

—I haven't even spoken to him. —I mean, we see each other sometimes at coffee breaks.

You walk away and distract him while Amir gets the knife.

—What the fuck, are you out of your mind? —You get the knife. It was your idea.

What is it you want? What is it that's going to happen, Peter?

He just has to come.

I know they are doing everything they can to get him here as soon as possible.

It's going far too slowly. I don't know what the incident commander is doing.

Do you think she can talk him out of it?

18 minutes left.

What the hell is supposed to happen in 18 minutes?

Shooter 1 and 2, give positions.

Clear at the hatch. One entering.

Thank you.

—Give me 15 seconds to get the knife. —And then what?

I don't know. Do you have a better plan?

I'll take the knife. And then we take him down.

Come on now, for fuck's sake. There are three of us. Amir, you're doing karate.

—No, taekwondo. —Okay. You're right.

Peter. Can I talk to you for a bit?

Uhh...

Yes. Uhh... I just wanted to say, uh, that...

I have always liked you so very much.

We've worked at the same workplace for seven years. You've barely even said hello.

What? No, no, but that... No, but that's not true.

I remember that at the Christmas party... That was the year we sang karaoke.

And then there were really delicious drinks and we got so drunk.

And you had a striped sweater, didn't you?

You there!

Do you think I'm so fucking stupid?

Come out!

Come out!

I'm sorry.

Please, no. I'm sorry. I didn't do anything. No. Ow.

—Think about Esther! —Sit down! Put the phone on the table!

The phone on the table — now! — And you, sit down where I can see what you're doing!

—Who is she? —Missing janitor Maya Larsson.

—What is your name? —May...Maya.

Maya. Okay.

You have to look at me, Maya. You? Here I am.

Breathe.

In through the nose and out through the mouth.

So yeah.

Who is Esther?

It's... his daughter.

Do the right thing now, for fuck's sake, Tomas.

—Leila Andrewi? I've been calling you. —I'm just about to go into a negotiation.

—It'll take three minutes max. —Okay, you get two.

You prosecuted Tor Enterprise after a building collapsed in Tunis.

Yes, there was a man who was prosecuting a case. His wife and children died in the house collapse.

—But the goal was scrapped before the trial. —Why is that?

Probably because Tormalm's company paid him to keep quiet.

That's how it works. The companies simply cough up as much money as—

—so that these vulnerable people cannot say no.

—Was that man a Peter Rosenberg? —No, it was a Tunisian man.

He took his own life later.

Tomas Tormalm has 128 lawsuits— against him in 18 countries.

It's everything from entrepreneurs who haven't been paid—

—to allegations of sexual harassment and rape.

But the real villains you won't get to.

You've looked up criminal reports against Tormalm. Can you check for lawsuits?

Absolutely. Yes.

Shooter 1, shooter 1.

No!

—Peter! —Sit down! Sit down!

—Please, no! Think about what you're doing! —Sit down!

—Nine minutes is all you have left! —The hostages are blocking the objective.

I can't breathe.

—Please Peter, I can't breathe. —This is your fault.

This is your fault.

Tomas. This is what you are going to be remembered for.

No finishing schools or medals. Just a fucking bloodbath on TV!

Tom, you absolutely must not go in there. Okay?

—Tormalm will be with you in three minutes. —We cannot guarantee his safety.

—Can you slow down a bit? —Put your seatbelt on, for fuck's sake.

—Shooter 1, I repeat. Do you have a shot? —Hostage is obscuring the target.

—Wait a second. —I can't breathe.

She's trying to tell us something.

—Wait. —There's something with the clock.

—Let go of Irja and take me instead. —Who the fuck do you think you are?

Who do you think cares if we shoot you on TV?

Isn't your daughter Esther worried about you now?

Shut up! Shut up, shut up, shut up!

Sit down! Shut up!

Several of the complaints are from a Swedish woman—

—but they're registered in England, so I don't see what they're worth.

—What's her name? —I have the personal ID number right here.

—Larsson. —Larsson?

—Hi. Are you Nicolas Larsson? —Mm.

—Do you own a Skoda, EDK922? —Mm.

—May I come in and take a look? —Sure.

—Thanks. Is there anyone else here? —No.

—Did you use your car yesterday? —No, but my mom did.

—Okay, where is she now? —At work.

—Where does she work? —TV1. As a cleaner.

—Is this your mom? —Yes. Why?

—Yes? —Peter Rosenberg is doing it under duress.

His daughter Esther was probably kidnapped by Maya Larsson yesterday.

I'm with her son. He doesn't seem to know anything.

And, you know... Esther has diabetes.

You can just walk right in.

He is here!

You do it at your own risk. We protect you, but I can't guarantee anything.

—I want to get this resolved. —Mm. There are others who do too.

—Redo? —Yes.

Call the control room.

Yes. Okay. — You can write now.

He's going to come up. He's going to come up.

Stop!

He is going to come up.

Come on. Faster!

A hundred bucks says he shoots.

Wait!

Come in and close the door behind you.

Stop! Are you armed?

Go!

—You can let the others go now. —Not yet!

Damn, he's here now!

Peter.

Peter, it's...

It's my fault.

Esther... I know where Esther is.

Are you joking?

If you give me the gun, you get the address.

—Tjurvägen 13. Sorry. —I'm going to fucking get you and your son.

You are to stay here. — The rest of you can go now. Run! Get out!

—Curre, you have to film. Stay. —Maya.

—Maya, give me the weapon. —No. No!

Fuck...

Sit. Just sit then, sit!

—Police! Show your hands! Get down! —I have to find my daughter.

Hands against the wall! Feet straight!

—Please. Just let me go so... —Come with me.

—Turn around. Come on. —No!

Give me the key.

—Give me the key. —Right jeans pocket.

We'll take care of this.

Tjurvägen 13. Send an ambulance.

Can he be seen?

—You have no idea who I am? —Uh, no.

Maya Larsson.

I recognize your name. My lawyers have sought a settlement...

I don't want some fucking confrontation. Okay?

—If you listen to me... —Shut up, be quiet! Quiet.

You're going to listen, okay?

Good.

—No reticle. No reticle. —Okay.

Alex didn't come out with the hostages.

So there are four in there. Unit one has no visual on Maya Larsson.

She cannot, on the other hand, see the surveillance cameras.

Assemble the task force. We are preparing to enter via the ground route.

My mom and dad come from Tunisia.

Five years ago, they moved back to a small one-bedroom apartment that they bought.

In Tunis.

al—Tadhamin.

—Do you recognize it? —Yes, of course.

—Maya... —Fuck!

There was no hot water, it was dripping from the neighbor's place in mom's bathroom ceiling.

Then you showed up. You were going to buy up the houses. Remember?

I don't think you are aware of how a procurement like this works...

Don't talk to me like I'm stupid!

Three years passed. Nothing happened, not a damn thing.

—In two weeks, you sent them all away. —That is how the procedures are.

The rent doubled, but there was still no hot water.

And you could see how the ceiling was starting to sag inside mom's bathroom.

So I asked my husband Dani...

...to go down and help out.

My daughter...Fia...

She wanted so badly to come along and visit.

And I let her go.

Nicolas couldn't. He had a... football tournament, or something.

I think I understand where you want to take this.

But if you put the gun away then we'll see—

—if we can't find a solution to this. Maya?

Shut up! Damn! Damn, damn, damn.

—SWAT team on site. —Copy that.

It's too dangerous. She has no idea how to handle a weapon.

If she gets scared, there is a greater risk that she will shoot by mistake.

We are waiting.

What, you can't stop it? Do you understand what's happening?

My husband is being kidnapped and blackmailed by a fucking crazy woman!

Do something, for fuck's sake!

Dani called me. They were just about to eat lunch.

Mom had cooked djeja.

I wasn't listening very closely to what he said. I had a lot on at work.

It took 30 seconds for everything to fall apart.

Rotten floorboards.

You have five houses, a castle—

—the world's most expensive fucking sailboat—

—and you skimped on renovating an apartment building in Tunis.

I am sorry, truly.

They only found Fia.

Her eyes were wide open.

Do you understand what that means?

That my daughter...

My daughter, who was twelve years old, she saw her death coming.

What is it you actually want?

You are going to confess before everyone here that it was you who killed Fia!

You had a son. Are you going to destroy his life just to get revenge on me?

—I can help you. —You can't help me.

But you are going to help Nicolas. You are going to give him your annual salary.

How much do you make? What? 500 million?

There are legal processes for that, after all.

You're going to confess.

Maya?

—No, no, no... —Alex.

—What is she doing now? —It's too great a risk.

No. No, no. Admit it!

—Maya, I really want to help you. —No! Stop! Confess!

—Put the weapon away and I'll help you. —Shut up! — Confess!

We could have done a better job and a more thorough renovation.

But you didn't. You said it would cost the absolute minimum.

My daughter's life had to cost the absolute minimum.

Maya, come on. Come on. Hey.

We're going in. I repeat: move in.

—Police! Drop the weapon! —Stop! Stop!

No!

Ambulance, make way. Make way! Make way there.

—No breathing. —I was so close.

What the fuck are you doing? I had her, for fuck's sake!

We're lifting her out.

So. One. Two. Three.

Esther?

Did you know Maya Larsson?

Yeah... We used to eat lunch together.

—Were you friends? —Yes, I thought so.

She asked about Afghanistan. People don't usually want to know.

And about Esther. I understand now.

What?

That she just wanted to find someone who would do what she didn't dare.

—What happened when Esther disappeared? —I got a text from a hidden number.

And a picture of Esther sitting in a car and crying.

I was given instructions to go to the TV station—armed—

—and take Tomas Tormalm hostage—

—and after that, I would find out where Esther was.

And then everything went to hell.

Her blood sugar dropped and all I could think about was that she had to eat.

The only focus was to get Tormalm there and find her before she fell into a coma.

—Why didn't you call us? —The police?

You probably would have accused me of murdering her and not looking for her.

Would I risk you failing to find her?

As I see it, I'll get a maximum of four years, and maybe I'll be out after two.

It is a price I will easily pay for my daughter's life.

What would you have done?

Yes?

Dad!

I could have saved her.

But you could also have been killed.

Why is it always the failures that one remembers most?

And so that she could see her dead daughter's eyes.

Some images burn themselves into your mind.

When I came back from Syria, so...

...so I thought those pictures would disappear.

But it's always the failures that... etch themselves into your mind.

It's part of the job. You know that, Alex.

Do you want to tell me about Syria?

Maybe another time.

She apparently had breast cancer.

Incurable.

And it... it does something to you.

To know that one's time is up.

Even if you actually know it.

—Will you manage on your own tonight? —I always manage on my own, Martin.

—See you tomorrow. —Mm.

You, uh, this thing you said before...

About being, uh... a donor.

Did you mean that seriously, or...?

—You. Hi, Martin. —Hi.

When I was growing up, it felt like there was room for everyone in the city.

Now I don't know. It's as if the distance between people is growing.

People are looting at others' expense, aren't they.

It's exactly like her in the third grade. Eva—I mean Lotta.

We're on the party committee together, after all.

—Is there a party committee in the house? —Certainly.

Yeah, I mean, now it's just Eva-Lotta and me.

But we decided that we would have a summer party this year. Down on the farm.

So I bought a fucking ton of soy sausages.

I see.

The thing was just that, you see, that...

...she ate them all before the party. Do you understand?

So now there won't be a party after all. That kind of stuff makes me so fucking pissed.

People eating up all the sausages. There's plenty to go around, really.

As for myself, I'm not much of a fan of sausages.

—That's the beautiful thing about you, Martin. —That I don't eat sausages?

No. That you would never grab it all for yourself before others have had some too.

—Want a splash? —Yes. I'd love one.

—Eva—Lotta. —Yes?

—Can you come out with a glass? —Eva—Lotta.

—Of course. I'm coming. —Eva—Lotta.

—Hi. —Hi, hi, hi.

—Martin. Yes, you know? You know? —Yes, I know, Martin.

—Yes, we are planning the Christmas party. —I see.

—Here you go. —Thank you.

—Cheers, Martin. —Yeah, cheers to you.

Mm.

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