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You were the brains and the architect behind the entire setup.

And if I fall, David...

THE INNER CIRCLE

-You're really going for him. -I'm just doing my job.

There was an assault at Kallis

which sadly led to the death of the victim, a young woman.

She said that she's tired.

That this is a good time to step down.

To let her successor get the hang of things.

You have to go to the press conference so that she can point you out?

That is how it will be interpreted.

Freely adapted from the novel "In the Eye of Power"

Rumour has it she's been eyeing up Ann-Louise, too.

-Ann-Louise Hegel? -Yes. Didn't you know?

-Do you think she has a chance? -Against you? I doubt it.

But don't dismiss her. She's stubborn.

You're not the first of your kind.

Young, fresh and untainted by the political game.

You sail up into the lead, and then disappear.

You have no staying power. You give up.

-Here you go. -What's this?

-Your speech. -My speech?

Politicians need to ask that question.

How is that going? Are we making the world better?

-Did you write this? -No!

It's about Josephine Sparre's murder.

We have been through her computer too.

It seems she was working on an article about you...

That's right.

...and Erik Hansen.

It was material of a serious nature

which didn't put you in a very good light.

I saw your friend Martin at the restaurant yesterday.

-He said your son's stopped turning up. -Really?

Martin is my best friend. He managed to get you this job.

You should make sure you do the job.

If you have promised something...

If you've promised to take your son driving...

Can you say that again, please?

I have a video of David Ehrling with two prostitutes in Moscow.

-Can I see it? -Yes, of course.

-Great. How? When? -Whenever you want. In an hour?

What the hell?

Dad, what are you doing?

-But, what the... -It's the third one in half an hour.

What's going on?

Your family gets to pay the price for your career ambitions.

Convince David to do an interview and talk about this.

The cooperation with Erik Hansen, the Russia deals, the women, everything.

-And if he doesn't want to? -Then I can't help you, unfortunately.

-How long do I have? -Until midnight. Then I publish it.

MOSCOW, SIX YEARS EARLIER

-No, no, no. Thank you. -No, no, no?

Today, we celebrate.

-Okay. Thank you. -How it was?

- Skål! - Skål!

For a long and beautiful friendship.

-And lots of money. -Yes.

Yes.

Tell me... Why do you want to leave us just when we're getting started?

Well, like I said, I've always been interested in politics.

-And I think... -There's no money in politics.

-Is there? -No. No...

-Why, then? -Yes, why?

Well, this might sound a little naive to you, maybe...

-I'm actually doing it for my children. -Your children?

Yes. I want to make the world a better place for my children.

And politics you think is the way to do that?

Well, yes, I think it's the only way to do it.

To make a difference in the long run.

Well, we wish you good luck.

-Thank you. -But remember...

It's important we have a good relationship

between the Russian people and the Swedish government.

-Yes, that's important. -Well, let's drink to that.

-Na zdorovie! -Na zdorovie.

Whoa! Hello? All right...

So, okay... How did you get in here?

Come here and play.

Come!

Don't you want to come here and play?

THURSDAY JULY 5, 10.30 P.M.

-So what the fuck happened? -Nothing.

-You want me to believe that? -Yes!

Really! I'd never set eyes on either of them.

They weren't there because they found me irresistible.

Someone had obviously sent them to frame me.

-And otherwise, you'd have... -No, I would not.

-Why is this even an issue now? -Has anyone actually seen this film?

-I don't know. -I doubt it.

What shall we do? What do I tell her?

What do I say?

What does the police say?

-Am I still a suspect? -I can't get hold of anyone to talk to.

So this could be a sham,

they're hoping that I'll start talking and that these damn rumours are true.

Yes.

When I made my speech today I really thought I still had a chance.

-But... -But you do!

-If the evening papers start... -That hasn't happened. Don't go there!

You need to keep a clear head and do the right thing.

What's the right thing? Which one is it?

-Talking to her or not talking to her? -Only you can make that decision.

-When do I need to respond? -By midnight.

-Still nothing? -Nope.

-Oh well, that settles it. -Hang on, now.

-Are we sure we want to do this? -FlashPolitics is already running it.

-FlashPolitics? What's their source? -Several major blogs.

Being in Almedalen doesn't have to mean we abandon our general principles.

Shouldn't we be better than the rest, even if we miss something hot?

What if it's true? Our Trade Minister and two hookers in a ménage à trois.

-What if it isn't? Think of his family. -His family?

-How would your wife feel? -That's irrelevant.

-What would your children say? -Everyone will write about it.

It'll be on every front page.

So what? We're better than that.

Shit. You're just so awkward at times.

-Right, what's happening? -Let's wait.

-What's this? -That's not for you to read.

You can watch Shaun the Sheep instead.

I'd love you to stay sometime.

I could give you breakfast in bed.

Grapefruit and juice... Fresh bread from Lolo's bakery.

-I don't eat bread. -Okay.

-How about waffles? -Please, Martin. This is enough for me.

If you start involving feelings, it gets all messy.

Maybe just a goodnight kiss?

Where have you been?

You really scared me!

-What? -What?

I asked where you'd been, that's all.

At Lolo's.

-Is Klara asleep? -Yes.

She fell asleep in Rasmus' room, so I carried her over to yours.

Thanks.

And thank you for taking her to the stables.

That meant a lot.

Rasmus says you hate him.

-What? -Yes, he does. Do you?

No, I definitely don't. Of all the silly things to say...

I agree. He's a pain in the ass sometimes.

But then again, who isn't?

And he's a teenager. It's part of his job description.

-Yes. -It isn't his fault.

-What isn't his fault? -That he's David's number one.

He always has been and always will be.

But David can still love you, too.

I thought you should bear that in mind.

Good night.

-Morning! -Morning.

Time for a change?

How typical! Six pages on David Ehrling and one and a half about you.

But of course. He's young and fresh, I'm old and past it.

He's young, alert and male.

You'd have got the same attention if it had been you.

-No way. -Definitely.

-Will he be at the dinner tonight? -Of course.

-Why do you ask? -Well, you know...

"The Future Welfare State." What nonsense!

-Do they think people will buy this? -Well...

Maybe that's exactly what people will do. Who knows?

Hey, don't worry about all this. He'll be gone soon.

-Do you think so? -I'm sure of it.

Put that away!

-You just can't leave that thing alone. -Stop that!

-Get a grip! -I'm gripping, I'm gripping!

I've got a grip.

Hello.

What's up?

-In the kitchen? -Where you normally sit.

Hang on, now. What's happening?

I'm Roine Lindström from Stockholm.

-What are you doing here? -We're taking over now.

I see. And what are we supposed to do?

I imagined you might get back to your bog-standard policing.

-Just the person! Hi! -Hello.

You may not recognise me, but I want to ask something.

-Okay. -You know Almedalen's rife with gossip?

-Yup. -There's talk right now.

David Ehrling is supposedly a suspect in this murder case.

-Really? Where did you hear that? -Everywhere.

-But that's not the case, then? -You'd know if your boss was a suspect.

Does that mean he isn't?

I say the same as you people: "No comment."

RUSSIANS MAY BE ALLOWED TO RENT GOTLAND HARBOUR

-Why not just use this? -We haven't even seen it.

-A source... -Who?

-Josephine. -That's not enough.

-Who was her source? -No idea.

Maybe the same person who sent the pic of David and Erik together.

Could someone check this number: 0705 31 33 55.

-Nothing. -Is it a pay-as-you-go phone?

-What's wrong? -Where's Danne?

-Danne? -What? I'm awake.

-Sorry. -No worries.

I need to show you something. Check this picture out.

-What about it? -Do you know who sent it at 1.45 a.m.?

I haven't the foggiest.

Excuse me?

I'm Victoria Ståhl, the Prime Minister's Press Officer.

Could I have a word with you?

David Ehrling is an excellent choice.

Ambitious, intelligent, honest... Just what your party needs, if you ask me.

Yes, he's very well-liked. By the voters as well as his colleagues.

-But that's not why I came to see you. -No?

You worked together for years before he became an MP, didn't you?

-Why do you ask? -Is there anything we should know?

Like what?

There are rumours about a video. Do you know anything about that?

No, I can't think what that might refer to.

-You can't? -No.

Are you absolutely sure?

-You seem disappointed. -Not at all.

Miss Ståhl...

If you came to get scandalous information on David, you came in vain.

Please tell the PM that she couldn't find a better successor.

With David at the helm, this crappy country might start working again.

We all stand to gain from that. Particularly those of you in power.

Hello?

-Hi, is that David Ehrling? -Yes, David speaking.

This is Victoria Ståhl.

-Hello. -We've just discussed the situation.

You might want to keep off the radar for media reasons.

-Particularly during Elvira's speech. -Hang on a minute.

Does this mean I needn't go or that I can't go?

The decision is entirely yours,

but we have concluded that your presence is potentially awkward.

-Awkward? -This would benefit you both.

-Wait! Who's said this? -It's in your interest, too.

Just hold on a minute, now. Did Elvira ask you to contact me?

-No. -Who did?

-Never mind. -I do mind. Who...?

-This is how it is. -So I'm really not allowed to show up?

Like I said: You decide, but you can consider this a very clear signal.

Okay, I need to go. Bye!

But...

What the fuck?

What? Are you serious?

The party leadership discussed things and found me a liability.

Unbelievable! Haven't they read the papers? They're all praising you.

-Maybe that's the problem? -This is totally unreal.

You couldn't get a clearer signal:

-Tow the line, David, or else... -Hang on, you don't think...?

-...they'd sack you? -I think that's only a matter of time.

-It is not. -Maybe I should be one step ahead?

No way! David, please stop.

A few years' time-out to write a book or something.

Don't panic. Let's go through everything from the start, okay?

Elvira phoned and told you to attend the press conference.

-Yes. -Why? Because she likes you.

-She wants you to replace her. -Not any more.

Then what happens? You get to Visby, have dinner with Erik Hansen,

and have a surprise bedtime visit by a redhead.

Share your thoughts.

-What if this girl who popped up... -Vanja.

Imagine for a second that she...

-A honey-trap? -Yes.

I know it sounds weird, but how could she get into the hotel?

The security is really tight.

She must have had help.

Who from?

Okay.

Victoria? A quick question?

-Sorry, not until afterwards. -This one's for you.

We're having a memorial for Josephine.

For those who knew her, privately or through work.

I just wanted to check if anyone from the party leadership wanted to attend.

Oh? I wouldn't think so.

-How about you? You must have met her. -Of course we met occasionally.

But we didn't know one another.

-No? -No.

I'm so sorry, but I really must dash.

The opinion polls say that Hegel still enjoys a lot of support.

-And her credibility rating's high. -I don't think Hegel stands a chance.

Maybe in eight years, when he's done.

The party may need a change.

He's charismatic, she's the opposite: She has some kind of inverted charisma.

Can he cope with adversity and conflict? And with...

...a really problematic situation?

Politics is a team sport. He needs an experienced team.

People who can handle things: A solid finance minister...

Hi there! How are things?

Do you know what we're doing today? Visiting Visby.

Please don't get too excited.

Kind of a study visit

to the stagnant backwaters your dad bobs around in.

Then, you'll see that not every report that comes out of there is true.

All right. How do we get there?

Grab something to eat.

-What are you doing? -Washing my corpse, as Strindberg said.

-What does that mean? -You get rid of things.

Things people mustn't find when you die.

-Are you going to die? -Yes. Or no.

Of course I will at some point, but not today.

But since you never know exactly when,

I thought I might as well start washing my corpse today.

-What's the old man doing? -Burning evidence.

How about this one?

-Who the hell's that? -The brother.

The one who wrote a book on slaughtering one's family?

-He looks insane. -What did I say?

I don't know. It's not easy.

-How about his ex? Did you find her? -Eventually. She lives in Tel Aviv.

-And? -First she refused to talk.

But when I asked if she thought him capable of killing a person,

she laughed and said he wasn't "man enough".

I take that as a no.

-Hi! -Well, hello there.

-Look, could we...? -Sure, sure.

Well done.

-Are you sure? -Not totally, so I want to dig a bit.

I want to find out if it could have been sanctioned from above.

But seriously - a party conspiracy? Isn't that just a little too...?

-Eh? -Maybe you're right.

Maybe I should drop it. Sooner or later the national press will get into it...

Don't jump the gun. That's not what I said.

-What does your gut tell you? -That this is big.

So what are you doing here? Beat it!

-Hello? -This is Simon at FlashPolitics.

-Did you find anything? -You bet I did.

David? Are you there?

Hello.

-Is he here? -No.

Sure I am. Come on in.

-Okay. -Thank you.

There you are. I was starting to think you'd abandoned me.

-I'm sorry. There's just been so much. -I get it.

You're having a rough time. I'm not at all jealous.

Do you want anything? A whisky? Or some champagne?

-No, I'm fine. -We need some exclusive champagne.

-Sergei! -Erik, I really don't want any.

-Mr. Hansen? -No, nothing.

To what do I owe this pleasure?

-Have the papers been asking about me? -What papers? Wait...yes.

-Actually, there was a... -Josephine?

-Exactly. Josephine Sparre. -What did she want?

She was asking about you and me and our business and stuff.

-And you said? -"Not your business". I threw her out.

When the police heard that, they thought I was involved in her death.

Imagine! The stupidity!

You didn't mention our Moscow trip?

Of course not. Why?

Do you remember that after dinner, two women appeared in my room?

Yes, I remember that.

You vowed you never shagged them, which I still find hard to believe.

Now there's apparently a film of a compromising nature

which Josephine Sparre heard about.

Any idea of how that came to her attention?

-She definitely didn't hear it from me. -I didn't really think so, but...

Do you know who might have told her about this?

-Oleg? Dmitri? -No, why would they?

They want you to be prime minister and scrap these stupid sanctions.

-But I can't do that now. -Hope springs eternal.

I was wondering... Don't you want a small whisky?

- Sergei! - Damn.

-But you'll note everything, right? -Yes, of course.

-Are you sure about this? -110 per cent sure. Come on.

Trust me. And do come.

You're doing really well. Driving like a born driver.

What if he gets mad?

I'll remind him what he was like at your age.

Oh? How was he?

You know he went to boarding school with this dude, Martin?

-What? Martin? -Yes, Martin.

When they were in their last year, they borrowed Martin's dad's old Jag.

Without him knowing. Then they drove to Amsterdam.

-For a week-long party. -What? That's insane!

-Eyes on the road! -Shit! Sorry.

No worries.

Anyway, naturally all hell broke loose. David was almost expelled from school.

The old man had to pull some strings, or he'd never have been allowed back.

So if this upsets him, you know what to say.

Why don't we just drop this idea?

-I don't really want to go to Visby. -Sure we're going. We're almost there.

-Where's the Crown Prince? -What Crown Prince?

-David Ehrling. -Oh, him.

-No... -No? Is he not here?

For this? He's got enough shit to deal with.

Headlining tonight, the leader of The People's Voice,

Sweden's first female prime minister: Elvira Kropp!

Go, girl!

Dear friends.

It's now six years since I first came to Almedalen.

Cheers.

Cheers.

Hey, how are you? You seem a bit...

I'm not sure.

I spoke to your dad yesterday. He wasn't happy either.

I'm not sure how much more I can take. Or how much my family can take.

Your family comes first.

You don't know how lucky you are.

No.

-Shit. -Easy does it.

-Where are we going? -Well, let's go...

-Left here. -Left?

-Sure? -I'm sure. Left. But not... Hey!

-No! Fuck! -Shit! What the fuck are you doing?

-You told me to turn left! -Yes, but this is a roundabout.

-How was I supposed to know? -How? Isn't that pretty obvious?

Suspected drunk driver leaving the roundabout by road 140.

-Now where? -Well, er...

Why don't you just...?

Keep going, and we'll see if we can park somewhere like Kallis.

What the hell are we doing here? This was a crap idea.

-Oops. -What?

Oh, nothing at all.

-Shit! The police! -No, no.

-Joel, seriously! -Yes?

-They're following us. -They can't be following us!

-Who else? -Maybe just step on it a bit?

Nice and easy.

-I'll never get my licence now. -Don't worry. You're cool.

-You're doing great! -Where to in this roundabout?

Er... Do a lap.

-And now? -Keep going.

You're doing really well. And that would... Go that way.

-That way? -Yes.

-Why stop? -I'm not driving any more.

-No, time to leg it! -Where are you going? Joel!

Take care of yourself.

-And of your family. -Thanks. I'll try.

-No more scandals. -No. No.

-No driver? -No, he ran off.

-Drunk, probably. -I guess.

-Have you checked who the owner is? -Yes. One David Ehrling.

-Hello! -Hello?

Don't you recognise me? I brought you home the other night.

I never meant this to be a big thing.

-Or anything at all. -Didn't you know who he was?

Yes...

-And that he's married? -Yes, I did.

So why do it?

-I don't know. -Did someone tell you to?

Pay you, even?

That's it...

I feel so cheap.

Who paid you?

-Vanja, it's important. -Yes, but I don't know her name.

-What did she look like? -She was blonde. Kept her hair up.

Look! That's the one.

David, where are you? We need to speak.

Subtitle translations by: Katarina Lyckow www.plint.com