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Boss. -Hello, Dima.

Everything under control? -Yes, as always.

Good. Very good.

Hello, Dima. Everything okay? -Guys, I'll be right there, okay?

Fifteen minutes after closing. You're coming, right?

Yes, that's what we agreed.

Please, boss. Ciao.

It's almost six. The flea market is closing.

Here. -Thank you.

Dima?

Hello, Dima.

Dima.

Dima, the rule is that nobody is inside before we open.

Dima?

Dima?

QUID PRO QUO

Look, a big bear. Even he's scared.

Look at those big eyes.

It's scary playing that high up. What's happening there?

Hello, my big favorite. Hello.

What are you doing here? -I have the day off.

I wanted to take Kim to Mom's. Shall we?

Sweetheart? Do you want to go to Grandma's? -You can't. It's my week.

Do you think preschool is automatically better?

He's better off with me if you're working all the time. Right?

Okay. Will you bring him back tonight? -It's far. We're staying at my mom's.

Shit, Lina. -You're scaring him.

I'm scaring him? How? You're the one who suddenly showed up here.

He's my son. Do you understand? My son.

Our son. -Yes, just barely.

Very clever. Let the adoption go through and then dump me.

Stop. That's not how it happened, and you know it.

Listen. If I could, I'd reverse the adoption in a heartbeat.

Lina. -What? Stop it.

Act normal.

I rented a car that broke down after 30 kilometers.

There I was, in some stupid Cheapo rental car, in the middle of nowhere.

I asked a woman with a dog for directions to a gas station.

'In Arlanda. It's that way,' she said. So I walked and walked.

For three hours, until I finally reached a sign. 'Kimsta.'

Kimsta? -Yes, Kimsta.

There I saw a cow and a man standing there.

I asked, 'Isn't this Arlanda?' 'No,' he said. 'That's that way.'

Did you manage to get gas? -Yes, but the moral is:

Arlanda is big.

And if a Swede gives you directions, go exactly the opposite way.

Only Norwegians run out of gas.

Welcome back, Steinar. How long are you staying this time?

You never know. We get to borrow him as long as Oslo can spare him.

I'm here until Fredén starts cutting costs again.

Klas Fredén won't be our boss much longer.

Haven't you heard? That's the rumor.

They've said that so many times before. -He's always dreamed of SÄPO.

Shit. Who's going to Varberg? -I am.

What's in Varberg?

Dima Petrovitsj was found dead this morning. He's Belarusian...

but has lived in Sweden for decades. No criminal record.

Didn't he fall from a gallery? -So it wasn't an accident?

That's what we have to find out.

Cool. -I'll drive.

No, I'm driving.

Klas. Congratulations. -Thanks.

Is it finalized? -Almost.

There aren't any problems, are there? -Absolutely not.

No problems at all.

Well, well. Did we have an appointment?

Unfortunately, this is an unannounced visit. Kent Larsson, SÄPO.

And how can I help you?

We've heard that Homicide is opening an investigation in Varberg.

Concerning a Dima Petrovitsj. -Alex Beijer heads Homicide.

So you need to speak to her.

This needs to be handled at a higher level.

I want to be kept continuously informed. -You're getting involved very quickly.

They've only just left for the crime scene.

Why is SÄPO so interested in Petrovitsj?

Varberg is a sensitive area.

A complex environment that is constantly being monitored.

You don't want to answer. -I can't say more right now.

But if you keep me informed, I'll answer your questions later.

Quid pro quo, in other words.

Exactly. Favors for favors.

The metal rod severed the aorta. He died almost instantly.

How long ago? -The lab will tell you that.

But rigor mortis points to last night.

Could he have fallen by accident? -From the gallery?

Then he would've been extremely unlucky. Those bruises indicate blows.

That split lip doesn't look like it came from a fall either. Come upstairs.

Here we see signs of a struggle.

Overturned furniture, blood drops farther away.

When will the analysis be ready? -You'll have to ask the lab.

Okay, so someone attacked him up here.

And eventually he was thrown over the railing.

After which he landed very unfortunately.

Then it's manslaughter. Involuntary homicide.

But a few things stand out.

Like what? -That, for example.

A bullet hole? -Very recent. The plaster dust is still there.

But he has no gunshot wounds.

Up here we see blood traces and chaos, as expected.

But downstairs by the body everything is clinically clean.

So no one went downstairs after he died?

On the contrary. Someone cleaned this area thoroughly.

There isn't even a fingerprint to be found.

Downstairs is clean, upstairs isn't? -Yes, exactly.

SÄPO came to see me this morning. -Okay.

Not that idiot Helm, I hope? -No, someone named Kent Larsson.

I'd never met him before. Domestic Security division.

What did he want?

For me to keep him informed about the investigation in Varberg.

But he didn't say why.

Did he ask you to keep me out of it?

Not in so many words. -Okay.

Ayda just requested the security footage from Varberg Centrum...

but according to the security company they can't upload the footage.

Oh, okay.

Could SÄPO have beaten us to it? -They very well could have.

They always make such a mess of things.

I open the market every morning. Nobody is supposed to be here at night.

So I was annoyed when I saw a light on at Dima's place.

Did you know him well? -Yes.

He'd been here for years. He had no family or relatives here.

He practically lived here. We were all he had.

Did people like him? Was he popular?

Yes, with everyone. Absolutely everyone.

He was always so kind, thoughtful and funny.

No enemies, as far as you know? -Dima? Enemies? No, definitely not.

Maybe a customer who was very angry with him?

Why would anyone do something like this? -Dissatisfied with a product?

You don't murder someone over that.

Maybe he had a dispute with someone? One of the other vendors?

No.

Did he ever do business with them?

He did work with some of them, but...

I don't want to accuse anyone unfairly.

To find the killer, we do need your help.

I saw Dima yesterday when I was closing up.

He was talking to Thomé. He looked stressed.

Thomé? Who's Thomé? -He repairs mobile phones over there.

There's an old camera pointed at the entrance.

Does it work? -Yes, I can see the feed here.

It's there because young people sometimes spray graffiti on the doors.

Sorry, but the police don't do anything about it. -That's okay.

Is it live only, or is it recorded? -The footage is stored.

Really? -Yes.

Everyone wants to sell me new alarm systems, but I've had this one for 15 years.

Old technology, but it still works perfectly.

Should I look through it, or... -I'll do it.

Okay, can you rewind to yesterday?

Shit.

You're cheerful today. -Don't start.

Did something happen? -It's my ex. She's an idiot too.

Well. But you need to be able to separate work and private life.

And you're so good at that? -Yes, I'm excellent at it.

Hello, can we speak to you for a moment? -No, not right now.

It'll be fine. Here's your Game Boy. It's closed. Come back later.

Dima Petrovitsj, did you know him? -Yes, everyone knew Dima.

Did you work together? -No.

Nonsense. Just before closing time, he spoke to you here. Right before he died.

Were you going to lie about that? Well?

He's closed for five minutes. He'll reopen shortly. Come back later.

That's an old Nintendo. -Yes. NES. A very fun old game.

Is it for sale?

I used to be a Zelda girl. I'd like to get back into it.

I repaired that for someone. But I can get you one.

Sorry, but your colleague is asking for you.

I'll get back to you about that game.

Okay, this is just after closing time.

Just before. I close at quarter past, so people have time to leave.

Everyone leaves. Except her.

Did she want to buy something quickly?

But she never comes back outside.

Let's check Dima's past, before he came to Sweden.

He didn't come here for family. He left people behind.

In White Russia? -Belarus.

All those countries dump their shit on us.

You mean every country in the world except Sweden?

Yes, exactly. -There's probably a simpler explanation.

This is like carrying water to the lake. -The sea.

The lake. -The sea.

In Norway we say 'lake.' -I thought so.

Okay, we have a woman. Scandinavian appearance.

Between 30 and 40. Not many leads, as you can see.

We've searched the entire market, but she seems to have vanished into thin air.

Now we're waiting for the metro security footage.

Unless SÄPO has taken that too. -SÄPO?

Why is SÄPO interested? -They won't say.

They keep saying it's 'confidential.' -Politically sensitive, then.

Oscar, what did you find at Dima Petrovitsj's home?

A widower with one child, a daughter in Hamburg. She's on her way.

The apartment is being processed now. But it looks like a flea market itself.

Did the Migration Agency have any information? -Very little.

He was granted asylum 25 years ago. The file may not have been digitized.

Should I check that? -Absolutely. Right?

Yes, absolutely.

Dima owned restaurants, a bicycle rental company...

a cleaning company and a ski lift in Gävle.

This isn't a political murder, but something mundane.

Then why is SÄPO interested?

Their reasoning is: feuding businessmen, that smells like illegal money flows.

Politics and money go together too.

Ayda, can you go through his recent bank transactions?

Yes.

I'll help. -Great.

Did the autopsy report come in too? -Yes.

Time of death: between 6:15 and 7:30 p.m.

Just after closing time, then? -Yes.

And that Nintendo repairman, Thomé Cousin, called Dima five times...

just after closing time. -He didn't mention that.

No. -Okay, that's all.

Josef, can I speak to you for a moment?

Oh, I thought you wanted some time alone with me.

Go see Kent Larsson at SÄPO and give him this photo.

Try to get information about Dima and Thomé out of him.

Okay. And what do I get in return?

Your salary.

Right.

Hello. Josef Eriksson, Homicide. -Yes. Are you here on Beck's behalf?

Alex Beijer. You spoke to Martin. -Come with me.

What have you found? -All sorts of things.

But what do you know about Thomé Cousin?

If you give me information, you'll get something in return. What do you know?

A young woman went inside shortly after closing.

But she never came back out. As if she vanished into thin air.

Do you recognize her? -No.

Blurry photo. What kind of lousy camera is that?

What do you know about Thomé Cousin? He's from Gabon, repairs electronics.

A suspect? -He was seen with Dima that evening.

And they also called each other.

Okay, I'll check him out. Try to find out more.

Main entrance.

You know, this exchange of favors feels a little one-sided.

Don't go there, Josef.

Seriously, as soon as I have information about those guys...

I'll let you know.

And the victim? Dima Petrovitsj? -Sorry, I'll keep you informed.

Finally.

THINGS GOT OUT OF HAND. I'M LAYING LOW FOR A WHILE.

AND THE LAPTOP?

NO LAPTOP...

Shit.

POLICE

Do you have time for a few questions? -What kind of questions?

Swedish very bad. Nobody... Police.

Dima Petrovitsj. Who did business with him here?

Business?

Buying, selling, business? Who did he trade with?

Calling an interpreter usually doesn't help much. People clam up, get scared.

Especially if it's a political matter.

Sanchez. -Sanchez? Is that a name?

Is he here? -Not one. Two. Farther down.

'Sanchez Brothers.' Thanks.

Ding-dong.

Oscar...

Hello. Would you like to buy that?

For 1,500 kronor? No, thank you.

Careful. -My kids live in Mozambique.

You can buy those there for ten bucks. Are you one of the Sanchez brothers?

Yes. Rodrigo.

Okay. We want to talk briefly about Dima Petrovitsj.

I suspected as much. What happened there is truly awful.

A robbery? -Maybe. Maybe not.

Did you know him? -Certainly.

Nice guy. Good businessman. -Did you do business with him too?

We had an arrangement.

Besides our import and export business, we also buy up estates.

Things that aren't good enough for us went to Dima.

And that worked well?

No disputes between you? -No.

Where were you the day before yesterday? After closing time?

I was playing tennis with my brother, at our regular time.

Okay, and can anyone confirm that? -The tennis club staff, Pedro...

Sanchez number two? -Exactly.

Is he here too?

Yes. Shall I...? -Please.

I'll call Ayda. -Do that.

Yes, there is a transfer from Rodrigo Sanchez to Dima.

On the evening of the murder, at 5:55 p.m.

6,000 kronor. -Wait a minute.

Sanchez paid that to Dima?

Not the other way around? -No, that's right.

Okay. Thanks.

Someone named Kassandra Fallis also stands out. Dima transferred 8,000 to her.

I'd check her too. That was a few days before Dima died.

I've got Kassandra here. One moment.

How's it going? -A lot of data to go through.

This is Kassandra. -Hello.

My name is Ayda Çetin from Stockholm Police. I... Hello?

She hung up.

Okay.

Waitress, on Kungsholmsgatan. -That's nearby.

I have to pick up Kim soon. I can stop by.

Can we talk first? -Yes, of course.

I understood that Dima normally bought things from you, not the other way around.

Yes, but... -I know what you mean. The 6,000.

That was a misunderstanding between us. -About this chair.

It was part of an estate we bought.

Pedro sold it for 500, without consulting me.

So it's worth more? -Yes, you could say that.

It's a PK9 by Poul Kjaerholm. A modern classic.

So you bought it back from Dima? -As soon as I understood what had happened.

So Dima bought it from you for 500 kronor?

And you bought it back for 6,000?

If someone had cheated me out of a few thousand kronor, I'd be furious.

We weren't.

We'll be able to sell the chair for much more than that.

How much more?

Maybe as much as a hundred thousand.

100,000 kronor? So you cheated Dima?

How angry was he about that?

He had no idea what it was worth.

I said I needed it for my new apartment.

He knows I just got divorced. -Oh dear. I just got divorced too.

And that transaction took place shortly before his death?

At 5:55 p.m.? -Yes.

That's right.

And then you went to play tennis?

Who won?

I did. I won.

The reason I'm often late is Kim. Preschool doesn't open any earlier.

That's not what this is about. -Oh, okay.

A complaint has been filed against you with Internal Affairs. For assault.

Internal Affairs, Jenny. This is serious.

Is it Lina? -It concerns an argument at preschool.

She showed up at preschool and wanted to take Kim...

to her mother, even though it was my week.

And what happened then? -We had a bit of an argument.

She says you hit her in the face. -That's nonsense.

I grabbed her. By the arm.

Why is she doing this?

She wants revenge.

She wants to punish me. She wants Kim all to herself.

She's lying.

Okay.

I understand.

They seemed a little nervous.

Afraid you'd damage their hundred-thousand-kronor chair.

I'll check their alibi. -Okay.

Why buy the chair back first and then kill him?

And that bullet hole? Who shot at whom?

There you are. Good. Something just occurred to me. I'm such an idiot.

I have to show you something. Come with me. Come on.

All emergency exits have an alarm.

But this one has a code to disable the alarm.

Where does it lead? -To the loading area and garage.

And all the vendors have that code.

Can you open it? -Yes.

Anyone can get in and out, even after closing time?

They're not supposed to, but yes, they can.

Out of view of your camera?

Yes, that's right.

If the brothers used that exit, they could have left at any time.

But that applies to everyone who works there.

A black Mercedes with two parking tickets, checked by Ayda.

Parking was paid for at first, but then the time expired.

How long has it been there? -Since the night before last at 5:32 p.m.

Just before the murder. -Who's the owner?

The car belongs to a consulting firm.

The parking payment is in their name too.

EOC Consultants. -That's the name.

Fields: aviation, military, telecom and logistics.

Mostly for companies in Russia and Eastern Europe.

Like White Russia. Belarus. -Exactly.

They're already closed, so I haven't been able to check who was driving it.

Suppose that was her? -Yes.

Possibly. But what's the connection to Dima Petrovitsj?

And what was she doing in Varberg? -Why did she leave the company car there?

Could she be the killer?

We'll have to ask her.

What's wrong, Steinar?

Something isn't right here.

Move aside. I need to get in here.

Of course.

Hello.

What's wrong?

Nothing. Okay?

Are you sure? -Yes, very sure.

You look nervous.

Is it because of Dima? I know you and Dima were planning something.

Samira, don't worry about it now.

I'll handle this. Okay?

Hello. Jenny Bodén, police. Are you Kassandra Fallis?

Yes.

Can we talk for a moment? -Is this about the laptop?

Yes...

Can we talk without my boss noticing?

Yes, that's fine.

They were here a few days ago. A bunch of old guys.

I think they were lawyers. One of them was called 'Judge.'

He didn't look like a sports referee to me.

Not a penny in tips.

And after they'd left, I saw it lying there.

Did you take it?

At the time it felt like a good idea.

But who had left it behind? -No idea.

Surely he came back asking for it? -Exactly.

And I was going to say: 'I haven't seen your stupid laptop.'

But he never came back.

So I sold it.

To Dima Petrovitsj?

If you already have it, why are you here? -He's dead.

What? Dima? -Yes. He was murdered.

The day before yesterday. -What?

Seriously?

Hello, it's me.

She'll stay away for a while.

That's better.

Abroad.

That doesn't matter.

Whatever happens, this won't end up on your desk.

No, I'll handle this myself.

I have a good lead. I'll let you know as soon as it's taken care of. Bye.

TO PROTECT YOU, I NEED MORE INFORMATION.

Help me.

Hello?

Hello. -Vilhelm.

I promised your mother I'd cook for you. I hope that's okay.

What service. Thank you.

Sausage.

Good. I was afraid it might be... -Something healthy?

Yes, exactly. -Not a chance.

How's work going?

Alex and her team are working on an investigation in Varberg.

I'll show you.

We're looking for her.

Victim or perpetrator? -That's still the question.

She looks tough. -Doesn't she?

She was at the scene of a murder. But we don't know why.

And now she's disappeared.

Are you expecting company?

No.

Hello. -Hello.

Do you happen to have a match? -Uh... I'm not sure.

Come in.

This... This one here, Martin...

This is a genuine Cuban.

It'll choke you.

Like being held in a half nelson while you smoke it.

But I thought you quit smoking?

No, I... Yes. On certain special occasions.

Here's the thing. I'm currently in the import-export business.

And these beauties are banned in the US.

But I've made a deal now.

I import them from Havana, put them in different packaging...

and then ship them onward.

I've got 5,000 of these stinkers sitting in a closet.

So you're a smuggler? -Smuggler?

I'm a wholesaler.

You're a front man.

Martin, listen. You're not going to have an old friend locked up, are you?

No, of course not. Unless the US requests your extradition, naturally.

Okay.

Great, Martin. That's really good to hear.

And if you ever feel like a smoke, now you know where to go.

Vilhelm?

Try one too.

Front man... -What?

No, something just occurred to me.

I got a letter saying you've applied for sole custody.

That's insane. Lina, we have to be able to talk about this.

Hello?

Shit.

Yes. Great, thanks.

Klas Fredén? May I ask you something? -Certainly.

There was a rumor that you were going to become head of SÄPO.

I know nothing about that. -According to sources at SÄPO...

there are security-related obstacles. -I'm Regional Police Commissioner.

If there were any problems with protocol, you would've heard about it.

Still, there seems to be something... -Goodbye.

Can you repair this?

Sure. -Good. When will it be ready?

It'll only take a few minutes. -That fast?

It's not brain surgery.

No, that's true.

I heard Dima recently bought a stolen laptop.

I don't know anything about that. -But you helped him with things, didn't you?

I never said that.

You called him several times, right before the murder. Was it about that laptop?

I can tell you know something. -No, I know nothing.

I'm giving you a chance to tell the truth.

You seem like a good person who got caught in a bad situation.

Here. It's free. Now go.

In case you change your mind. Thanks.

The woman's name is Johanna Thorén and she works for EOC Consultants.

A company in the security sector.

No one has seen her since the murder.

She's 32 years old. Single, no children.

Registered in Vasastan.

What was she doing at that flea market?

I have a suspicion about whose front man she is.

Front man? -It's a kind of intermediary.

When you do jobs for someone else. -I know the term.

Oh, I thought... Okay.

Johanna Thorén speaks fluent Russian, Dari and Arabic.

She has a military background and a firearms license.

Where do you get a consulting job with a résumé like that?

Thanks for the repair.

That's okay. But tell him I'll charge more next time.

Goodbye. -Have a nice day.

Stop. Police.

Damn it.

Can you reach it?

We'll stay in touch. -Yes.

Hello.

You're looking for Thomé Cousin?

Shit.

I put you on his trail.

Did you catch him? -Unfortunately, the suspect got away.

He's a suspect now? What do you know about him that you haven't told us?

He's from Gabon. He held a senior position at a government agency.

As an IT engineer. Until he suddenly fled the country.

He got a Swedish work permit. But he doesn't work for an IT company...

he ended up here instead. At a flea market in Varberg.

He's clearly a suspicious person.

So what has he done that makes him suspicious?

That's classified. National security. -Of course.

After Dima Petrovitsj died, you immediately came to us for information.

Was Dima under suspicion too?

I already said, I can't... -National security, right?

If you've withheld anything that's relevant to our investigation, Kent...

this would be a good time to tell us.

I don't believe there is anything.

Okay.

Excuse me, I have to go now.

Okay.

Can you...?

Shit.

Yes? -Can I talk to you for a moment?

What was going on between Dima Petrovitsj and that Kassandra?

She sold him a laptop. I'm still working on it.

Okay. Good.

Yes?

It's about Lina. She's applied for sole custody.

The hearing is in three weeks. -Okay.

Do you have a good lawyer?

I have a lawyer. Whether she's good, I don't know.

It doesn't look good, Jenny. There's also a complaint against you.

I know.

Can't you help me? Can you get that charge dropped?

I don't know what to do.

Did you hit her? -Of course not.

She's out for revenge. She wants to take Kim away from me.

Custody cases can get very nasty.

If someone wants to take you down, you have to hit back, Jenny. And hard.

Jenny. -It's me.

Thomé? -I need to see you. The police want to kill me.

Wait. Who wants to...? -I'll tell you everything. I'm sending the address now.

Can I bring a colleague? -No, only you. Otherwise I won't say anything.

Okay.

Hello. -Hello.

Where's Thomé? -He wanted to make sure you were alone.

I'm alone. -I'll show you the way.

Where are we going? -You'll see.

Hello.

We're here. Thomé?

Here, for you.

Kassandra sold that to Dima? -I don't know.

Then what do you know? -Take it.

Tell me what you know first.

Dima said: 'Thomé, wipe hard drive. It is heavily encrypted.'

I recognize security service. That was my work.

And you cracked the code? -Yes.

I told Dima: 'You have to destroy it, throw it away.' But...

But he didn't? -No.

He wanted to sell it back to the owner.

I had the laptop. He would call me when the man came.

They'd arranged to meet after closing time.

As soon as Dima got the money, he would call me.

Then I would return the laptop.

But he didn't call? -No.

I heard a gunshot and got scared.

The next morning I found out Dima had been murdered.

I want nothing to do with it, okay? You return it. Take it.

I don't understand. Why do I need to speak to him?

Because he is like you. Police.

But big police. Powerful. See for yourself.

So, what did you get from SÄPO? -A migraine.

Don't ask me to go see Kent again.

He only takes and gives nothing in return. And he lies through his teeth.

Martin called an old colleague.

Turns out he had no idea what Kent Larsson was doing in Varberg.

So, nothing to do with national security.

Maybe Martin was right about Johanna Thorén. A freelance job that went wrong.

And now Kent has to clean up the mess.

I'll request a search warrant tomorrow. -Good.

Where did my sandwich go? -It was very good.

Yes?

Yes, come in.

I don't know how much of this you've understood, but...

The fact that the laptop was gone got me into trouble.

That's putting it mildly.

So what can I say?

Thank you very much.

The person who gave me this wants to be left alone.

Certainly. Of course.

I'm not interested in him. -What's on it?

The usual work stuff.

But sensitive information that mustn't fall into the wrong hands.

Such as?

Identities of officers working undercover.

Cooperation arrangements with foreign powers and so on.

And you leave something like that behind during dinner?

Yes, that wasn't very smart.

Especially because of my security clearance.

The people you were having dinner with...

were they lawyers? And a judge?

Something like that. Old school friends I know from Lundsberg.

You once told me...

that I could come to you if I ever needed help.

Of course.

I have a...

You have a...?

Of course you have a...

I mean, we all have one.

What's yours?

I'm going to lose my child.

My ex filed a complaint against me and now wants sole custody. You know people.

Can you help me?

Of course, Jenny.

Of course.

Quid pro quo.

Tell me.

SECURITY SERVICE SÄPO KLAS FREDÉN, DEPARTMENT HEAD

Hello. -Hopefully we'll have some order around here now.

Congratulations.

Well...

That girl in Varberg... She just vanished.

That could still become a problem. -I don't think so.

Johanna?

We need to go inside.

Hello?

Anyone home? -Police.

Looks like someone beat us to it.

You can say that again.

Do you smell that?

What?

It reeks of national security.

The search of Johanna Thorén's apartment turned up very little.

It looked as though someone got there before us.

Which strengthens our suspicion, but without evidence.

Who is she again? I missed that.

Her name is Johanna Thorén. She was in Varberg on the night of the murder.

We don't know what she was doing there. Possibly a job for SÄPO.

SÄPO often uses freelancers so they can keep their own hands clean.

Especially if the job in question isn't entirely legal, or is sensitive.

And she hasn't been seen since? -Not at work or at her parents' place.

We're reporting her missing now. -Yes.

Distribute the good photos from her apartment. Hopefully she'll turn up somewhere.

Good. Ayda, did you check her phone?

Yes. A few calls with blocked numbers.

Including on the night of the murder.

The last call was the day before yesterday, 18 hours after the murder.

From a cell tower in Arlanda. -Near the airport?

So Johanna was there after disappearing from the flea market.

Check all flights. She may have left the country.

Sleep well? -No. I've been up since 5:35.

I've been doing old-fashioned detective work. -Sounds interesting.

You immediately think international spies.

But I'm going with a simpler explanation.

I went to the tennis hall where the Sanchez brothers play together.

And their alibi? -Did it check out?

They mentioned their regular Monday evening slot. That's true.

You have to register for it. Both names were registered that day. But...

The receptionist, who is related to Björn Borg...

only saw one of the brothers that evening.

And which brother was that? -He didn't know.

Okay, you two go talk to them again right away.

Jenny, what happened with that laptop Kassandra resold?

Oh, right. It was nothing. Just a used laptop.

There was nothing remarkable about it. -Okay.

Hello?

Hello. They're not here today.

Do you know where they are? -No, but they had an argument yesterday.

They were shouting and almost came to blows.

About what? -No idea. I don't speak Spanish.

But they were very angry. -Do you know where they are now?

No, I'm sorry.

Time for some old-fashioned detective work. We call...

VISIT OUR WAREHOUSE IN KIMSTA

Arlanda is big.

Kimsta. That's where you rented that car when you came from Oslo.

Close to the 4G tower in Arlanda. Johanna Thorén's last known location.

The warehouse. Come on.

I'll check the back.

Hello?

Idiot.

You simply can't be trusted. I'm leaving.

Josef.

Drop your weapon, damn it.

She's alive. Johanna Thorén is alive.

Call an ambulance.

PROBLEM SOLVED. ALL GOOD. QUID PRO QUO. K FREDÉN

Johanna Thorén has been found in Arlanda. -Where?

In the Sanchez brothers' warehouse.

Seriously injured. She's on her way to the hospital now.

How can you lock a badly injured woman in a crate?

What did she do to deserve something like that?

Okay, it's 3:02 p.m. Interview with Pedro Sanchez.

Your brother holds you responsible for Dima Petrovitsj's death.

If that's true, I'm sure evidence will be found.

I'd like to hear your version. What happened?

It's his fault. Rodrigo's.

He bought that chair back from Dima behind my back.

That chair? -Didn't I tell you? It was about the chair.

You didn't say that. -Okay then.

But it is something mundane. -He had no idea.

It could still be political. -What kind of chair?

It's worth 100,000. At least.

He wanted to keep the money himself and not share it with me.

It's six o'clock. We're closing.

He had a problem with his mortgage.

Rodrigo?

It was my fault.

You don't do something like that.

I betrayed both my brother and myself.

We got into a fight. Pedro and I, at first.

I pushed him.

His death was my fault.

But we thought: it could have looked like an accident if he'd been alone.

So I stayed behind to erase all our traces.

Meanwhile, Rodrigo went to the tennis court.

So it would look like we were there together.

And Johanna? What does she have to do with this?

She suddenly showed up there.

I tried to explain.

Everything would've gone differently if she'd just listened...

and hadn't drawn her gun.

I knocked her out with a hammer.

We wanted to take her to the hospital, but we simply couldn't.

But who was she? What was she doing there?

I don't know. -Okay.

Yet you left her in a crate to die.

That was Pedro.

Dima's death could still have passed for an accident.

But because of her, he panicked.

When did you discover her there?

But you didn't do anything about it.

What could I have done?

The prosecutor will charge you with manslaughter and attempted murder.

What I did is worse.

I betrayed him.

Do you know who ends up deepest in hell? In the ninth circle?

It isn't the murderers.

No, it's the traitors.

I know what she was doing there.

What?

Johanna Thorén came to retrieve the laptop Kassandra had sold to Dima.

She'd found it somewhere.

The one you said... -I lied.

Shit, Jenny.

What is all this about?

I can't say. -Why not?

Well?

You can't withhold information, Jenny. -I know.

Good. Who does that laptop belong to?

Who does that laptop belong to? -I can't say. Okay?

That's impossible.

I'll make this clear.

If you don't tell me what you know, I'm taking you off the investigation.

This is misconduct, Jenny.

If you don't say anything, I'll have to report this to Internal Affairs.

You do understand that I have a very good reason for this, right?

This is unbelievable.

Do whatever you want. Figure it out yourself. Call in sick.

Get out.

Are you going home? -Yes.

Did something happen?

Johanna Thorén has now had surgery.

According to the doctors, because of severe cerebral hemorrhaging...

she'll need further operations. -And if she'd been found sooner?

Hard to say, but the fact she received no help certainly didn't improve matters.

And SÄPO, what are they saying?

Not a word. Officially there is no connection between them and Johanna Thorén.

And she can't say anything herself. That suits them nicely.

Is that still our theory? That she was doing a job for SÄPO?

Yes, to retrieve a laptop.

A laptop? -Belonging to whom?

We don't know. -Then we need to find out.

Both brothers are in custody, with sufficient evidence.

What Johanna was doing there is irrelevant. An unfortunate coincidence.

We need to bring that agent Kent in and question him.

SÄPO won't allow that, Steinar.

They've classified everything. -Okay.

So SÄPO first lets us do the groundwork.

With your approval, because that's what happened.

Then they sabotage our murder investigation, in which their freelancer nearly died.

Whom we managed to save just in time.

But take responsibility? Not a chance.

What's going on with Jenny?

It's a little complicated.

She withheld information. That's why she's suspended for two weeks.

There will be no internal investigation and it stays confidential.

Let's call this a victory and go celebrate it at home.

If you want a cigar with that, I know someone who sells them. Cheap.

Cuban?

Shall I drive you home? -Please. Thanks.

Or can I invite you to dinner?

Dinner?

Yes. I do earn my own salary, after all.

Yes, why not?

One moment. -Where are you going? Hello? Josef.

Kent.

Listen.

Johanna Thorén. Does that name mean anything to you?

Your agent was found in a crate.

I have no idea what you're talking about. -Oh, really? Is this how you people operate?

Shit.

Johanna Thorén, a colleague of yours. Locked in a crate.

Josef.

Let go of me.

Listen. You were supposed to help me. -Let go of me.

Translation: Iyuno