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THICKER THAN WATER

Still no answer.

We need to prepare an official report about the disappearance

to get the resources to trace George's credit card and mobile.

Do that.

Something must have happened to him.

He wouldn't go away without signing the contract.

The only thing he talked about was getting back grandad's land.

-So what happens now? -Waldemar's have bought more time.

-We'll see if Marja can delay things. -But I'm talking about dad here.

-What will the police do now? -Find him, I hope.

Otherwise those bastards will get their liquor licence.

-Is that so dangerous? -What?

Yes? I get this about grandad and the hotel but why do you hate him?

Tom, it's them that hate us. -Do you understand?

Do you know what happened yesterday?

Lasse came by. He had a weapon.

He held a bloody pistol to my head yesterday.

-Why did he do that? -Because he's he's bloody nutcase.

God alone knows how he thinks.

This is Kim. I can't answer right now, but I'll call you back.

-Where do I sign? -The boss wants payment immediately.

-But can't you send an invoice? -There was trouble with the last one.

He wants the money now. Ten thousand euros.

-But we had no agreement about this. -You can make a direct payment.

There's a slight problem with liquidity at the moment.

But it'll be okay. I need a couple of days.

Sorry. No machines without part-payment.

You know what? Tell your boss you forgot we were paying cash.

-We'll pay in a couple of days. Here. -No, keep it.

Look, Lasse. Look!

I'll be here until Saturday. Make sure we have the money by then.

-Otherwise we'll take it all back. -I promise.

Wow. Look Lasse! Look at the pretty bubbles!

-Mum! -What the hell, Lasse?

-What are you doing? Are you drunk? -No.

Is this really the way you want to live your life?

You might be able to hide from your siblings, but not from me.

-I'm not hiding. -What are you doing here then?

I'm going to rest up a bit...

...and try to look after myself and so-on.

It's tough to trip around film sets, drinking champagne.

Mum, I...

Lucky for you that Lasse took the rap for you.

What?

Lucky that Lasse took the rap for you.

-I never wanted him to. -He had everything. Where is he now?

I...

It was never... Stop it.

-Murderer. -Stop it!

How can you imagine you'll get out of this?

-Mum, please stop it. -How can you imagine it?

Quiet, quiet..!

-How are things here? All okay? -Yes, sorry. It's cool.

You remember what that priest said.

The most important part of a relation is not being perfect

but being able to say "I forgive you".

-Do you agree with that? -Yes, absolutely.

So you'd forgive me for anything?

Did something happen at that hen party then?

No.

I see. What is it then?

Come on, darling, speak to me.

Ever have that sinking feeling and you can't breathe?

I mean...

If you feel that this has just gone too fast...

I need to talk to my daughter.

Give us five minutes.

You haven't said anything, eh? To anyone?

-No. -Good.

I don't know how long I'll be able to take it all.

What do you mean, take it? You have to, or you'll lose him.

You can't be weak now. Then it's over, get it?

-But what if it just gets worse? -Kim, then you'll end up in prison.

First they take your clothes. Then out in the corridor hell starts.

You can't pretend it didn't happen. I can see him in front of me.

Wake up, for god's sake! You're a Waldemar, you're not weak!

If you've got any clothing left from that night, burn it!

-And keep tabs on Cecilia. -You're completely mad!

-Listen to me! Keep tabs! -What the fuck...!

Let her go!

You...Get out of here you fucking pig!

Are you okay?

George is surely staying away to avoid paying the extra costs.

I don't think so. No contract is valid until he's signed it.

This has actually given us more time.

Imagine if something actually has happened to George?

-Mum? -Hello there!

-What happened? Are you in pain? -No, it's just...a sprain.

Have you submitted a new application?

Yes, I have.

I've heard you're up at night, wandering around.

You're no alone in this. You've got me, too.

We'll get the money.

-Bye, Max! -Bye now!

Darling, I'm sorry to say it, but your dad is bloody sick in the head.

I don't think he likes me.

I don't think he likes anyone at the moment.

Is everything...okay between us? What you said before...

This doesn't have anything to do with us, it has to do with dad.

We'll be just fine. I promise.

-I'll fetch a clean towel. -Yes.

There are no clean towels. I'll go down to the spa and grab some.

What is she up to?

Wait here a moment.

-Dad knows. -What? How?

I told him.

Are you mad? Do mum and dad know?

He took care of George, no-one will find him.

-Is this a tradition in Åland? -What?

-Is it a tradition in Åland? -No.

I promised I'd clear some stuff away before the opening.

And none of his cards have been used since his disappearance.

-And the mobile phone? -It must have run down.

It only transmits a signal when it's switched on.

We probably all need to prepare ourselves for the worst.

But he's old and confused, isn't he?

He could have taken a boat and disappeared.

-Now it sounds like we've given up. -I'm not giving up, I swear.

Listen: Lasse comes to the island and dad disappears straight away.

A strange coincidence. Lasse was armed, don't forget.

Isn't it enough to question and pressurise him a bit?

If he's got anything to do with George it's better to wait him out.

Sooner or later he'll make a mistake, and then...

I'll be in touch.

-No sign of a break-in. -We'll organise a search.

Get everyone to call up volunteers.

But he's been gone for five days.

We start at 7am tomorrow. Meeting point over by the woods.

-Do you remember Lars Waldemar? -Six years for manslaughter.

Precisely. Keep an extra eye on him.

Okay.

Liv Waldemar?

-Shall we wait for your relatives? -There's only us.

Liv...

...the x-ray we took showed that the stomach cancer

has unfortunately spread to other tissues in the abdomen.

The tissue biopsies indicate stage four.

-Okay. -We're looking at palliative care.

We can't cure you, but will ensure you'll have the least possible pain.

-How long do I have left? -Impossible to say.

-All patients are different. -One year?

Like I said, all patients are different.

-Any questions...? -No.

-No questions, thank you. -There may be a possibility.

A university clinic in Helsinki has a new study.

In some patients they've been able to arrest the progress of the tumour.

-If you want, I can make enquiries... -Yes I want to.

They've only had ten patients. It'll be a demanding course of treatment.

I'm prepared.

-When can I get an answer? -I'll be in touch as soon as I can.

What are we looking for?

Don't know. Anything - an airline ticket. Can you help?

"Midas Solicitors". Is that a company the firm uses?

Let's see?

No.

Did you know dad was so demented?

I didn't know he had such insight. A power of attorney!

We don't need his signature. I'll let Waldemar know.

Do we have to stress the deal so much then?

We mustn't wait any longer. Dad wouldn't have wanted that.

We'll fix the business, then you and I share Norrhavet.

-How the hell do we share that, then? -You become CEO.

-I thought you were against that. -Dad wanted it, too.

Okay, then tell me. What's the catch?

-There is no catch, Tom. -No?

Now it's you and I, you understand? Come on then.

Murderer.

Linda! Please, give me something.

-I beg you. Give me something. -Jonna, calm down. And breathe.

Deeply. I'll make some tea.

But I need something to help me sleep. Please, I beg you.

I'll talk to my boss and see what we can do.

Wait here, I'll be back soon.

She can't help you. You should have told the truth.

-What truth? -That it was you who shot Konrad.

But it was an accident. It was an accident, mum. I...

I wanted to tell.

Deep inside it felt good that Lasse took the rap.

No, that's not true. It's not true.

He'd already confessed. He grassed on himself. It was too late.

It's not too late.

Good that you're here. Lasse, we have to talk.

-Have you seen Liv? -No, I'm looking for her too.

-Where have you been? I've called. -He's just fallen asleep.

The disappearance triggered a power of attorney for Mikael and Tom.

Mikael will try and take everything away from us.

We won't have time to get the liquor licence.

Can't we wait to sell it?

Rosén's first refusal kicks in next week. Without all the permits

Norrhavet can't be run as an hotel. Shit!

But what the hell does that mean?

It means they can buy Norrhavet for the same money as they lent out.

So we get nothing.

Lasse, where are you off to now?

-Lasse? -Shut the door!

Okay, you can borrow mine, but it's against the rules.

Thank you so much! I'll be quick. I promise.

Police.

Hello? What's happened?

Hello?

Shit!

Fuck! Fuck...

-Is this what you're looking for? -Give it to me.

Damn it Kim, give me the gun.

-You're not well and you need help. -Give me the fucking gun!

What are you going to do? Hit me like you did with Vincent?

Who are you? You're not coming to the wedding

and I don't want you saying a single word more to me or Vincent.

I don't want anything to do with you and never want to see you again.

Understood?

Good.

-Hi! -Hi!

You must have really missed me. Ten missed calls.

-Sorry. -No, it made me happy.

I put in another application.

-Hear anything from the authorities? -I've been in meetings all day.

I understand, but it's just that we need that decision right now.

I recommend that you contact them directly.

I...I really need help with that.

I thought that maybe you could help me?

-That's not how it works. -How does it work, then?

I'll call the authority where you work, then...

Hello? Hello?

God almighty...

-I didn't know you stayed on. -Yes, for a while.

-Where is Josefin, then? -She went up to the hotel.

Okay.

Is it...serious between you?

I don't know.

You don't know. Yeah, right...

No, I... How do you know?

No, I don't know. It's a good question.

I'm not good enough for her.

-Stop it. That's just silly. -No, it's true.

Has something happened, Cecilia?

You know you can come to me and talk about anything you like?

Not now. Josefin will be wondering where I am.

Cecilia?

There's a search party tomorrow morning for George.

Josefin is here. Why do we have to come?

Because if we don't find George, Mikael is going to ruin us.

Okay.

See you in the morning.

Cheers!

Who the hell are you?

Dad! I don't know what to do, dad.

-I never want to see you again. -Do you hear what I'm saying?

Bloody swine!

Lasse?

-Anna se saatanan pullo tänne! -What did you say?

Fucking Finn, what are you saying?

-So you haven't learnt Swedish? -Do you want to die?

Hit me then, for fuck's sake. Hit me!

-Where the hell am I? -Take it easy. You at my place.

-Who the hell are you? -I know what you're going through.

If Fleming had his way, you'd have rotted away in that cell.

So Fleming sent you? I don't intend admitting a single damn thing.

What are you talking about? What do you mean "admit"?

-I don't know what you've done. -I know what you're going through.

You know fuck all about what I'm going through.

It's a living hell coming back to reality.

-What the hell do you want? -The question is what do you want.

I was just like you when I came back from Afghanistan.

Completely broken. Completely lost.

But there are other ways to go if dare to face your demons.

Tell Fleming he's sought out the wrong recruit.

He hasn't employed a policeman, but a bloody psychologist.

You know where I am if you need to talk!

George Rosén disappeared from home nearly six days ago.

We're working on the theory that he can still be alive.

If you see anything, don't touch it. Talk to me instead. Okay?

I had intended to show you around Mariehamn today.

We can do that later. This is very exciting.

Think of it as good karma - you're doing a good deed.

Listen, it's probably nothing.

He's probably just jumped on a ferry to Turku.

-Do you know dad's last words? -No.

-"Never trust a Waldemar." -Okay.

You can tell your brother that.

Oskar?

Lasse come back with the car.

-You have to talk to him. -What, now?

Yes, I have to talk to Mikael about the extra costs. Or do you want to?

Sometimes I think that it's all so unnecessary, the conflicts.

In the grand scheme of things it doesn't really matter.

-Don't fill your life with them. -What a philosopher you are.

George had given the okay for the extra costs. You heard it.

-Shame for you he's not here then. -This is a business matter!

It's in both parties' interest the hotel gets finished.

Do you know who built the hotel? My grandad.

He cleared the ground, dragged stones, hammered nails.

-Then the Waldemars took it from him. -That was a long time ago.

In fact you don't own the land, you stole it from us.

You'll get it back, on fair terms.

You're not going to be given any handouts from us.

What's happened?

I remember my first day at school.

Dad was going to give me a lift.

I'd been given your old rucksack and pencil case by mum.

And so I ended up next to Ante.

Do you remember Ante? A real little tyrant.

I had my dental brace, of course he singled me out.

He and his mates were on me straight away.

They hit me and gave me a kicking.

And then they pissed in my cap.

But just when they were going to force me to put it on, you appeared.

Big brother.

I was so damned proud.

I felt immortal, as I had you.

You're a good guy, Lasse.

Deep inside.

You're a good dad to Kim, and you will be to Max, too.

You don't get it. You don't know who I am, what I've done.

The worst thing about being inside isn't that you change.

It's that takes from you all that you've ever been.

I remember when he started beating me.

It was on your third birthday.

I don't know what I'd done, but I do recall it was then.

It must have been after that business with Rosén.

He had also been part of something that revealed who he really was.

You're not like our dad.

No, I'm worse.

Listen...

We can fix this.

-Fleming. -How's it going?

-Nothing yet. -Okay.

If George was in the woods, we'd have found him by now.

If you were confused and had got lost, where would you go?

I'd have tried to find someone who could help me.

Exactly. You'd have gone down to the road to try and get a lift home.

-I can come down if you want. -No it's okay.

DEED OF GIFT

-So there. -Good, then that's done.

-Want a beer? -Yes.

I'd almost forgotten how beautiful it is here.

-Yes, even when it's raining. -Yes.

You'll probably enjoy it here.

-Here. -Thanks.

Listen, did dad say anything about me?

Nah, you know how he is.

However, something changed recently.

That's why he wanted you to come back. Because you belong here.

Do you think so too?

Yes you do. You have your roots here, Tom.

Without roots you're nothing. Aren't you?

No, you're absolutely right.

Cheers!

-Rönn. -I think I've got something.

-Where are you? -Lemland.

It's a long shot, but there are clear brake marks.

What type?

From one direction, panic braking, hitting something or someone.

Your turn!

-Good. I stink. -Yeah, really you do.

Hello? Hello?

Subtitles: Paul Greer www.plint.com