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Listen, I need the car.

No, listen,

I need the car today. I have an appointment.

-Where are the keys? -I'm leaving, just so you know.

Are you kidding me with that shirt? What the hell is that?

Mom said it was okay.

It's really cute. It's fine.

I don't wanna sound like the old man here.

Boomer.

-Bye! -Keys.

What? No.

-Where are the keys? -No, listen...

Rock, paper, scissors.

No.

Shit.

Fuck!

ACCOUNTANT MARTIN BERG

Is it bad?

Yeah, well, maybe.

This is not a funny letter.

-Can I see it? -Yeah.

Martin, what...?

What the hell is a betalningsföreläggande?

And how is that one word? Seriously, it's like the longest word

I've ever seen. I can't read that.

It's not f... legande. It's betalningsföreläggande.

This is a collection letter.

You owe the government money, and they want it back.

For you to cough up some dinero.

As... cough up some... money.

So to speak.

-Cash. -So I'm screwed.

Is that what you're saying?

I don't know. I don't understand, George.

Last year was great for you. Things moved along smoothly.

And now, it's come to a complete standstill.

What happened? ¿Qué pasa?

-Action! -Line?

Cut!

-Is he drunk? -Looks good!

-Action! -Fuck...

Cut!

-The power is in the grape. -Yes, I know.

The grape is in the power.

-Salute! -Cut!

Are you drunk?

-What? -Are you drunk?

I've worked with Kjell Sundvall.

One take! Bam!

Nailed it on the first take. All done and everyone goes home.

But you...

amateur.

Amateur!

I snapped.

I'm basically blacklisted.

I haven't worked since.

My father was lying in a hospital bed

with a brain tumor the size of my fist.

What was I doing?

I was making a fucking wine commercial.

How much are we talking about? And how long do I have?

Six months.

A half year.

Let me have a closer look at this, then I'll give you an exact figure.

What happens if I can't pay?

They'll take everything of value.

The car, the apartment, the garage, the dog...

The alarm clock, the toaster, everything.

That's the way it is. You need a plan B here.

Some plan B here is necessary.

That's the situation.

As you already know,

our paper-based subscriptions are dropping like flies,

but our digital platform is booming.

So we'll expand our digital platform to keep that level.

Four of you are going to strengthen our digital premium platform.

So Leffe,

Klara,

Alex and Torsten, drop your pencils

and listen to Veronica. She'll look after you.

Right, everybody. Get to work.

Harriet, hey.

I wanted to ask you what you thought of my article on the election.

-We threw that in the trash. -What? Why?

It was too long, it was boring,

-it wasn't good. -Okay, I understand,

but I thought maybe it'd fit in the Sunday Edition.

-The Sunday edition is dead, Alex. -No, I...

Listen, times are changing. Give me clickbait,

not boring stuff.

Be like Veronica. She's the future.

So,

clickbait...

-Cool. -Going fishing?

-Nice vest. -Yes, it's one of those...

When the fisherman talks

...shirts.

Hey! Please, tell me you have good news.

It is 502,753 Swedish crowns.

What the... are you fucking kidding me?

George, have you taken some money from your tax account?

Your treasure account or...

Have you?

I don't know, dude.

All the money I've spent in the last year

has gone towards trying to keep my father alive.

Not yours, actually...

It's the tax authority's money. Here's what I suggest we do.

We'll set up

a payment plan...

an "off payment plan"...

to try to get you out of this jam.

Just try to buy me as much time as you can.

-I'll sort something out, alright? -But...

On August 11, 1946,

over 300 reports were received regarding flying objects.

These objects

came to be known as "ghost rockets".

According to witnesses,

one of these rockets landed in the lake Kölmjärv.

-Hey, what's up, dude? -Damn it! You scared me.

Jesus, dude, relax!

-What the hell are you doing? -Well, I'm...

I'm... working.

About that. I was wondering

if maybe this place might be willing to hire

a well-educated, ruggedly handsome, somewhat mysterious...

American.

Well, um...

to tell you the truth, I'm not even sure I still have a job, so...

Come on, dude. Seriously, I'm sitting on a great story.

We could write it together.

It's all about the tax authority.

How they spend their time going after the little guy,

what they should be doing is going after corporate douchebags.

You know the ones that hide their money in private jets

and flying it to all four corners of the universe

to avoid paying their fair share of taxes.

How much do you owe 'em?

What? No, that's not even the point, dude.

This isn't about me, okay?

I'm just... you know, a concerned citizen.

Yeah, listen, uh...

I, uh...

I really need to get back to work,

so I want you to do this. I want you to go out.

And you need to get a job. Okay? No.

Hey, listen to me.

Go get a job.

Go get a job.

-Don't speak, just go. -Alright.

A gift from the land.

From the land.

Handcrafted to perfection.

To perfection.

-An elixir for the soul. -For the soul.

When I drink too much, I drink Perl.

Mese Bianco di Tomas.

Cheers!

MESE BIANCO BY TOMAS NORDSTRÖM

George, your CV looks great.

but as I understand it,

you had some problems at your previous place of employment,

Mese Bianco is a big client of ours.

Exactly, George,

there were some communication difficulties.

Do you speak Swedish?

Ah, no...

Hold on a minute, that had nothing to do with anything.

Okay?

I'm fucking great at Swedish, actually.

How do you say

"I've got it going on" in Swedish?

Like that.

I can work weekends, too. I need the money.

Some cheese in the pocket, as they say.

I'm a fun, creative person,

who can also bake cinnamon buns.

I can see the future.

Here's my CV.

I have a shitload of skills.

Come on, there has to be something I can do here.

I'm really good at laying cable.

I need a job.

I can lay long cable. Thick cable.

I am a little desperate here.

Honestly, I... I need the cash.

Shorter cables, too.

You want my CV?

I've worked for some of the biggest stars on the planet,

Tom Cruise, I've worked for the fucking Backstreet Boys.

Everybody in fucking Hollywood, Pam Anderson,

I even snorted cocaine off of Dennis Rodman's dick.

THE MAN, THE MYTH, THE LEGEND, THE DAD

I also do dishes.

Sorry. We just bought a dishwasher.

HAVE YOU SEEN RIO?

Aww, man, that sucks. You lost your cat?

Cat got a name?

Rio.

What about this? 500 crowns. Is that for real?

How long have you lived in Sweden?

Too long.

And you speak no Swedish?

Well, I can if I have to,

but I feel like it makes me sound kind of stupid.

You sound even more stupid in English.

Plastic bags again, Enar?

As long as you've got them,

I'll buy them.

Enar, buddy. How's the bus life treating you?

-The wheels are still spinning. -Hey!

What did the accountant say?

Fine.

I think, yeah.

Yeah, it's just a little mix-up with the tax account.

It's... I've got it covered.

Yeah.

Um... you guys happen to know this lady?

The cranky lady putting up pictures of her missing cat, you know her?

Margareta Norlin.

Lovely woman.

Seriously?

We've had relations, if you catch my drift.

Uh huh.

She was a different person then.

Warm and open-minded.

Taught me things I'd only dreamt about.

I'll see you later, buddy.

She's a cranky lady.

Don't take it personally.

Whatever.

Okay, fine, I...

Look, I, uh... I've got to go, okay?

We have a guest tonight.

I'm sorry, who?

Isabella's boyfriend.

You insisted on tonight.

Can I change my mind?

You better be nice to him.

Okay, I'll try.

-See you at home. -See ya.

Yeah, hi. I was calling to inquire about a bank loan.

What exactly do you need for that?

Really? A credit check? Is that really necessary?

Yeah, I'm calling about a bank loan.

What do you mean, I can't get a bank loan?

Fine.

Yeah, hey, I'm calling to speak to a Mr. Blanco.

Oh, okay. Yeah. It's about a loan.

Yeah.

What?

What do you mean, "40% interest"? Are you kidding me?

Yeah, no, just forget about it. Thanks.

Fuck.

Is that...?

HAVE YOU SEEN RIO?

Son of a bitch. I think it is Rio!

Rio!

Rio!

Hey, buddy!

Yeah, I think it is him.

Hey!

Hey! Yeah.

Yeah. Here you are.

It's you!

...the two or three percent of the 18,000 reports we've received

for which it is difficult to find a simple explanation.

Hey, this is Alex.

Hey, dude!

I need you to look up an address for me.

I, uh... I just found this cat,

it's like white, got some black on it, it's quite cute, actually.

I got a number here.

But this cat lady, she doesn't... she doesn't answer.

Yeah, and you can't do this yourself, because...

What?

I got my hands full at the moment. What is it, ten seconds of your life?

Nothing's ten seconds with you, George. What's the number?

Hold on a second.

Okay, the number is...

070...

0891...

354. Did you get that? Hold on.

Alright.

Margareta Norlin is the name.

Bäckvägen 120.

Thanks, dude. I appreciate it. I'll call you later.

-Bye. - Bye.

MARGARETA NORLIN 070-089 13 54

Here, let me get that.

Hello? Anybody home?

NORLIN

Hello?

Hello?

Anyone home?

Found your cat.

Jesus.

Nice place you got here, Rio.

Wow.

Two shots in the chest.

The Prime Minister of Sweden, Olof Palme is dead.

He was shot tonight in Stockholm.

PALME MURDERED SHOT TO DEATH IN THE STREET

He was gunned down by the crossing of Tunnelgatan-Sveavägen

and died later at the Sabbatsberg hospital.

The government has been informed...

What do you know about the murder of Olof Palme?

I know he's dead. Why?

This lady's place, when I tried to return the cat,

I mean... there were wall to wall, floor to ceiling,

newspaper articles, photographs, weird little trinkets,

I even think she had some declassified government shit.

All of it related to the murder of Olof Palme.

Interesting.

Wait...

You said you tried? She wasn't home?

No. Not home.

So how did you get in?

The door was open, so I just walked in.

-Probably not a good idea. -Is this like a thing, you know?

Like, regular people trying to solve the murder of Olof Palme?

Not sure I'd call them "regular."

But for the official investigation,

the Palme Group, yep, definitely still a thing.

What do you mean? There's like a group?

Shut up!

THE PALME INVESTIGATION

This is an open investigation.

There's a phone number.

You ever call them?

Uh... no.

Yeah, but people do. So why?

It was a big deal, George.

Palme's death changed everything in Sweden.

I mean, eventually, most people moved on,

and they gave up, but...

I imagine there are still many people who can't let it go.

And then, there are those who are only interested

in the 50 million.

Wait, what?

Fifty million crowns.

The reward for anyone that provides information

that leads to the killer.

Fifty million Swedish crowns for anybody who captures the killer?

Mom. Dad.

-This is Sebastian. -Hey.

Hi.

Hey.

So, Sebastian, tell me about yourself.

What's your deal? You got parents? What do they do?

You don't have to answer.

What are you, his lawyer?

It's okay. My parents sell life insurance.

Smart.

Everybody's gotta die, right?

What do you guys do?

He understands Swedish.

He just doesn't want to sound like a five-year-old when he answers.

-I promote a healthy diet. -She works at the grocery store.

Uh, okay, nice.

And I'm sort of in-between situations at the moment.

Is that what you call it?

What the hell does that mean?

How serious is this thing here?

-Can we change the subject? -Yeah.

Sure.

This school of yours...

what are they teaching you guys about the murder of Olof Palme?

George.

-That's your choice of topic? -We haven't covered Palme.

Nothing? Seriously,

is that normal?

-Maybe they haven't gotten to it. -Can we go?

What's the real reason why it took you so long to bring him over here?

Are you kidding?

You're so embarrassing.

Seriously?

Oh, Jesus.

Uh... sorry.

Dessert?

No thanks, the coconut flakes get stuck in my retainer.

You think I'm a good father?

Are you kidding?

-You're a great father. -I mean...

our daughter certainly doesn't think so.

I actually think she's just worried about you.

You've had a rough year. It'll be okay.

Are there any good books about the murder of Olof Palme?

Yeah. A couple.

I'm more interested in what you're going to do with this cat.

Rio.

Yeah. Our crazy old cat lady,

she's bound to turn up eventually.

And when she does...

she better be good for that 500. I'm almost out of beer.

Hey! Lady!

Hey! You guys have a Palme expert here?

What?

Where are the books on Olof Palme?

I assume you're not looking for a biography.

They're over here.

I'll show you.

You can look here.

Starts here, ends there.

Wait, whoa.

These are all in Swedish.

-Well, we are in Sweden. - Beyond the Pyramid.

This one seems in English.

That's not...

this is not a real book.

-It kinda looks like a real book. -He's not a real writer.

You understand? He is not a real writer.

He's certainly not photogenic.

What about you? You were alive when Palme was killed.

What do you think happened?

I believe that he was shot.

Well, yeah... Okay.

Well, thanks for your expertise, it's been...

you've been very helpful.

I'll come back if I have any more questions.

Ghost rockets?

I mean, what... the hell is this?

Exactly.

It's an old mystery.

And I think it's time to dust it off.

Who doesn't love a conspiracy? I mean, it's... True Crime.

What exactly is a ghost rocket?

Or is it a clickbait rocket?

Well, that's exactly what I'm going to figure out.

One of these rockets

-landed in Lake Kölmjärv in 1946. -And where's that?

It's up north.

-I'll go there and research it. -Alex, hang on.

You're going north to do research?

-We don't have the resources. -Which is why I'm taking the train.

Plus, it's good for the environment.

Or, I have a good lead on the tax authority.

It's about the little guy. The little bearded guy.

-He is broken by the system. -Great, good stuff.

Go with that.

Anything but this.

-Anything. -I could come back to this later.

Good stuff.

SWEDISH CITY LIBRARY

February 28th, 1986.

Sweden's Prime Minister, Olof Palme,

exits the Grand cinema with his wife, Lisbeth.

23:17, Olof and Lisbeth

pass Adolf Fredrik church and cross the street,

continue walking south down Sveavägen.

23:21,

Olof and Lisbeth pass the Dekorima paint supply store.

A man steps out of the shadows,

places his hand on Olof's shoulder

and fires the shot that would change Sweden forever.

He was dead before he hit the ground.

A second shot missed Olof, but grazed the back of Lisbeth Palme.

The shooter fled the scene by way of Tunnelgatan

and ran up the stairs to...

Malmskillnadsgatan?

After a brief chase from a witness,

the killer vanished into the night, never to be seen again.

That's the official version, anyway.

And if you believe that,

you might be the dumbest person on the face of the planet.

-Have you read this book? -No.

I haven't, but I have read all the other ones. Yeah.

Why do you care about this, suddenly?

Fifty million crowns! That's a lot of fucking crowns, dude.

Because it can't be solved!

You think there's something fishy?

It's a trap. Remember I told you about my old boss, Sture Norberg.

-The guy who drinks his own pee? -Yes.

In Sweden, he was one of the most respected journalists,

now he's in a rocking chair,

eating his food out of a fucking straw. You know why?

He pulled his fucking teeth out with pliers.

You think because of the Palme case?

I don't think. I know.

STADSBLADET

Close the door, yeah?

Go ahead, wait right there, yeah?

Hey, Johan...

Do you have the keys to the little archive?

-Why are you going in there? -I have a thing that needs to go in.

Oh, the ghost rockets.

Check the WGAF box.

What's that?

"Who Gives A Fuck?"

I'll take these.

Mind closing the door as well?

Thanks, Alex.

Holy crap, dude. What the hell is this?

This is "the little archive".

"Just in case"-files.

Every day we get colorful story suggestions,

most of them batshit crazy, but we write them down,

we store them down here, just in case.

To the right here you got your UFO sightings,

you got your Loch Ness monsters in the Baltic Sea,

a couple of shady politicians.

And to the left, well, it's all crazy.

And all Palme.

Well, I bet my cat lady is in here somewhere.

Wow. Yeah, she's in here.

MARGARETA NORLIN

Yeah. Looks like she's a regular customer.

Yeah, her greatest hits include

assaulting a member of the Palme Group.

-And take a look at this. -Shit.

Yeah.

And spent six months in the hospital

after a car accident,

that was caused by the baseball league, she says.

And, hey, look at this.

Surprise. She had no proof.

Let me see.

Man, I...

Listen, man, I...

I know that you're strapped for cash and...

and you lost your dad, which is fucking...

I'm being followed and watched. I don't feel safe anywhere.

Margareta Norlin acted confused,

claiming to know details of Olof Palme's murder.

Norlin claimed someone had bugged her phone.

She's mentally unstable.

I gotta go.

Hey, Rio?

Rio?

Hey, have you seen Rio?

George. Your daughter wants to apologize.

I forgive you, it's fine.

What the... shit, there he is. Hey, Rio! What's up, buddy?

Here, come here. No, come on.

George.

Hey.

Look, I'll be back in 10-15 minutes at most, okay?

-Have a doughnut, Sebastian. -Thanks, but I'm diabetic.

What the fuck?

Margareta?

You home?

I found Rio.

Hello?

It's okay.

Okay, Rio.

Oh, holy shit.

Come on, buddy, you're gonna sit here for a sec, okay?

Oh my god.

Oh, Jesus.

Jesus Christ.

What the fuck?

Wait a minute.

Oh, Jesus Christ.

Hello?

Who is this?

Dude, I'm nobody, I'm just here to return a cat.

I want to talk to Margareta.

-I'm pretty sure she's dead, dude. -What?

Yeah... I'm pretty sure.

Get rid of the phone. Now.

What? What does that...

-And run! -What are you talking about?

Hello?

Margareta? It's the police.

Hello?

Shit.

Hello? Margareta?

-Hands in the air! -Get down on the ground!

-Alright. -Get down.

On the ground!

Okay. Alright.

There.

So you're from America?

Do you speak Swedish?

I try not to.

But you understand.

How long have you lived here?

Long enough. Okay?

I get it, I should speak better Swedish, but I don't.

Okay. Why were you in Margareta Norlin's apartment?

Jesus Christ, I told your stormtroopers already.

It's about the cat, okay?

I've known this lady for less than 48 hours.

And when you came to return the cat, you found Ms. Norlin dead, correct?

Correct.

Well, uh, actually, the second time.

Wait, you were in the apartment more than once?

Yeah, but, I mean...

I...

went in, but there was nobody there, so I bailed.

How did you get into the apartment?

The door was open.

Okay.

What the hell is that?

You got some kind of file on me, or something?

What do you do for a living?

I used to make commercials.

And now?

Now I don't make commercials.

Is that related to the assault charge from last year?

When you punched the actor Tomas Norström in the face?

Jesus.

You guys don't miss a thing, do you?

I see what's going on here.

You think I killed that crazy old cat lady, don't you?

No. Suicide appears to be the cause of death.

Suicide?

Yes. We found a suicide note.

You get a lot of suicides

where the dead persons' apartments were broken into,

and she wears a bulletproof vest?

No, but Margareta Norlin was a little different.

She was known for being different.

"Different?" Everybody's different. What... that's your angle?

-"Different" people commit suicide? -That's not what I said.

You know she worked on the Palme case?

It was all over the walls the first time I was there,

not the second, when you came, it was gone then.

Maybe that's why she killed herself.

Wow.

Okay... you know what? Fine. Let me ask you this.

If she committed suicide, what the hell am I doing here?

You know what? You're free to go.

Get your things from reception.

Un-fucking-believable.

You know what? This is exactly why I don't pay my taxes.

Okay.

What was that?

No, come on, you don't have to write that down. It's no big deal.

Debts...

That's not relevant to this conversation.

-Taxes. -Shit.

Thanks. We're done here.

Uh, no. That's not my cat.

It's yours now.

POLICE

Hey.

Hey.

I thought you were returning that.

Change of plans. We are keeping the cat.

-What? -Yeah.

You wanna take him for a walk?

You don't walk cats, dad.

Sure you do.

This one loves it. Let's take him for a walk.

Go get dressed. Come on.

Go put some clothes on. You and me, we'll walk.

It'll be great.

-We'll take the cat for a walk. -Hey.

I think you need some rest.

Probably, but I think I need some fresh air,

-actually. -George.

I know.

Look, we're... you and me, we'll talk later, I promise.

I promise. I'm fine, it's gonna be cool. Okay?

Okay.

He won't move.

I told you.

-You don't walk cats. -Yeah.

Yeah. It turns out you're right about that.

Come here, buddy.

There we go.

Alright. Look,

I'm sorry about this whole boyfriend thing, alright?

Third time's the charm. Let's have him over tonight. What do you say?

He can't, he's at a... hockey tournament.

He's a hockey player? How come you didn't tell me?

-I don't know. -I mean, what's his favorite team?

I don't know.

-What position does he play? -I don't know.

You know what? It doesn't matter, actually.

Point is, I'm uh...

I'm actually happy for you.

And I'm... really sorry.

Well... sorry I called you embarrassing.

It's not like you were wrong.

Let's... cross over here.

Come on, follow me.

-Do me a favor. Lift this for me. -Okay.

-What the hell happened here? -Here. Actually, hold that for me.

-You got him? -Yeah.

-Okay, good. Hold on. -What are you doing?

Nothing, just follow me. It's fine. Not a big deal.

What are you doing?

Hold on a sec.

Dad?

There it is.

Dad?

Hello?

You'd better tell me your name.

Who's this? You go first.

Norberg. Sture Norberg.

I told you about my old boss, Sture Norberg.

-The guy who drinks his own pee? -Yes.

Huh, no shit.

What?

Nothing. Not a big deal.

I'm George.

George English.

Do you speak Swedish?

I swear to God, if one more person asks me that fucking question today,

there'll be another murder.

Alright. What happened to Margareta?

-Suicide. -What?

Suicide.

Who are you talking to?

Just, hold on a second.

-Dad. -That's what the cops

are calling it, anyway. Okay?

-Can we go? -Did you work with Margareta?

No, dude, I did not work with Margareta,

I just found the cat, alright? That's it.

-Did you see anything strange? -You mean besides

-a crazy old lady hanging? -Yes.

Yeah, I did, alright?

The door was broken, the apartment was turned upside down

and she was wearing a bulletproof vest.

Alright.

I need her telephone.

Well, okay. Here's the thing.

I've sort of reached my limit for all the crazy shit

I can handle for one day.

So, you and me, we're gonna have to take this up another time.

-Okay. But you have to... -No, listen to me. No.

No. You don't understand.

-Listen to me. I need that phone... -Goodbye!

-Who was that? -Nobody.

Honestly. It's fine.

-Aren't you gonna pick that up? -No. Definitely not.

-Come on, let's go home. -Okay.

God damn it.

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