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-Good morning. -Good morning.

You haven't packed? You're due to be out by 10:30 am.

What are you talking about? What the...

Babe, babe. Babe! Babe, babe! Hey! Who the hell was that guy?

The Enforcement Authority. We need to pack, now.

Shit!

What are we gonna do?

Honestly, I have no idea. Come on, let's go.

We had found something that had eluded the Palme Group.

Untouched and well-guarded.

-That's just the first draft. -Wow. Exiting.

Really. Bending the truth a little, no?

-And those cheesy sound effects -What did you find?

I'm afraid we can't tell you at the moment.

-Because you didn't find anything. -Enough.

And this guy. Björn Söderqvist. You know who he is?

Why does it matter? This is good.

An American meets a crazy cat lady and stumbles upon the Palme murder.

-It's entertainment. -No, it's a lack of respect.

How did you research Margareta Norlin?

We found her file in the little archive.

We? Did you bring an outsider to the little archive?

-It's staff only. -Only you, it seems.

Shut the hell up.

Don't you have a Nazi conspiracy to look into?

It's been adjourned.

-Did you visit the archive, too? -Maybe.

No. I took George to the archive to convince him to drop this.

If he saw all the tips and theories we receive from these

crazy people, he would drop it. But it backfired.

Fuel to the fire. I like it.

A naive American who lacks the skill of logical thinking.

-It's a classic. -Take it easy, Harriet.

Alex, are you telling this story, or are you a part of it?

You're not being objective here.

Is this even journalism or bad fiction?

-I don't think it matters. -No, because you found something?

Yes, and it's a big deal.

-Like the ghost rockets? -That could have been a scoop.

That's enough! Quiet.

Good one!

That's enough.

Who the hell cares? It's a good story.

Okay, do your fucking story. Good luck.

You'll be up to your neck in lawsuits.

Just so you know, Harriet.

He's a bit emotional.

Go for it, guys. It's better than ghost rockets.

None of this makes any sense. You say they found the gun?

Yeah.

Ah, now there's a familiar face.

-Take me to the library. -Yes, ma'am.

Look. I know this is bad, but I think I have an idea.

Can't wait to hear it.

You have such great ideas.

A full time job?

As a teacher?

-Here? -Yeah.

I mean, your full-time history teacher

doesn't appear to be coming back anytime soon.

True, Karin hit the wall pretty hard.

She is slowly recovering with long walks and anti-depressants.

Look, these kids, they need a teacher.

Yes, I know.

I mean, I have a Bachelor's and a Master's Degree...

But you don't have a degree from the teacher's university.

Wait. Are you telling me

a degree from the Swedish teacher's university

outweighs two degrees from one of the best universities

in the United States?

Your methods are a bit unconventional.

Okay. You say unconventional, I say creative.

And the language. I thought you spoke better Swedish.

Shall we switch to Swedish? I can actually, when I have to.

But it's hard for me. I feel like I sound dumb in Swedish.

Yes, you do actually.

-Dad. -Hey.

Where have you been?

-Don't worry about it. -I've got to show you something.

Holy crap. What did you guys do?

We decided to do a class project.

What do you think?

Honestly, I don't know what to say.

Show him the statue.

Palme's memorial plaque.

People just walk right over it. It feels wrong.

This is Olof and Lisbeth's final moment. Did... did you make this?

I did the sketch. Sebbe made the model.

We're thinking life size. We want to pitch it to the city.

It should be something you can't ignore.

-Something you won't forget. -Honey...

-This is beautiful. -Thanks.

-We started an Instagram account. -We have tons of likes.

Yeah, okay. Right on.

I mean, keep working on that.

Uh, you guys, hey, listen up. Listen up.

I just want to say that this is... this is amazing.

I mean, truly. Thank you.

Listen, can I... can I talk to you for a second? Come here.

Look, I... this is just unreal, it's fantastic, okay? But...

I need you to go home and check on your mother. Something's come up.

I... and I also need you to pack, if there's anything left.

But only what you need, one or two bags at the most.

Where are we going?

Look, don't worry about it, okay? I'm gonna sort something out,

I promise. Right now I just need you to go.

-I'll be home as soon as I can. -Okay.

Yeah, go.

Eva Persson, long time no see.

A librarian. I had to see it to believe it.

Why are you here?

I'm here to fix a problem that Sweden can't fix on its own.

Again.

-The American. -You know, it's funny.

When I was told you already had an eye on him

I thought, oh, that's impossible, she's retired.

Oh, yeah. but I guess you can't retire from certain kind of jobs.

What do you know?

Not much.

He came here to borrow some books about the Palme case, and that's all.

But you've seen him privately as well, no?

Yeah.

We had a mutual friend.

You've not flipped on us, have you, Eva?

No, of course not. I just wanted to keep a closer eye on him.

Ah, yes. Tell me about the people he's working with.

He's not working.

He's unemployed and the others... they are a bunch of lunatics.

Any idea why an American would care about Olof Palme in the first place?

As I said, he's unemployed. I think he's in it for the money.

That sounds about right.

Well, since you've already infiltrated this group of lunatics...

You should be able to arrange a meeting.

Tell him to bring the gun.

That I'm willing to pay compensation. You think you can do that?

Yeah. I can try.

I'm at my usual hotel.

I look forward to hearing from you, dear.

Whoa!

Ta-dah! What do you think?

-What the hell is this? -It's an RV. I borrowed it from Enar.

Enar? Hi.

Thanks. But...

Buddy. They already took everything worth anything.

If you see something you want or need,

-it's yours. -Excuse me?

-I don't need anything. -Are we, like, homeless now?

No, we live in an RV now.

-I won't live in a hot dog van. -Honey. George.

Babe, listen to me, alright? This is a good thing.

Fixed address is no good for us.

For fuck's sake.

There's a ten million kronor reward for the gun.

What?

That mother fucker.

-What is this? -No! It's ballistic gel.

I learned how to make it on YouTube.

-It's just like baking a cake. -You're going to shoot this cake?

Bust a cap in the cake. You could call it a cap-cake.

The problem is, if you do shoot this thing,

the court would not accept the results.

Of course, they're a part of the conspiracy.

Okay, but also...

You can't just match this bullet with some picture.

Intruder! Protect your property.

Hey! What the fuck?

What?

Why didn't you tell me about the reward for the gun?

You would have turned in the gun. Do you have it with you?

Yeah, I got it right here.

But you were right. I am turning it in. I need the cash.

-Finally someone sensible. -Shouldn't we test it first?

Hey, you! We...

-Where are you taking that? -I'm turning it in.

-No, you can't do that! -Yeah? Watch me.

If you turn in the gun, we're all dead.

Jesus Christ, Eva. What are you talking about?

-Boom Boom is here. -What? What the hell is a boom-boom?

-Mindy "Boom Boom" Van der Graaf. -This is not good.

Former mercenary and head of Strong Arm Security.

A group of assassins serving the South African apartheid regime.

They used her company for the really dirty jobs.

And, according to legend, the murder of Palme.

Why do they call her "boom-boom"?

Because she would solve her problems with two shots to the head.

Great.

Okay, back up a minute.

Why would she come here to visit you?

You know what? I'm also curious.

Well, we have a common past.

I met her in the 80s, when I was part of the Barbro Group.

-I knew it. -Knew what?

She is a traitor.

What do you mean? What's with the attitude?

Hey. Relax, okay? I would like to hear this. Please continue.

Thank you, George.

We were a group of private investigators.

At times, we reported directly to National Security.

But something happened after Palme's murder,

and I realized we were disposing of evidence.

That's when I met Mindy. She was the head of the organization.

Anyone who asked questions or complained.

They disappeared.

I eventually left the group, when they disbanded.

Do you realize the danger we're in? Why didn't you tell us before?

It's not something I'm proud of.

Who wants Eva out of the group? Hand up.

Jesus Christ. Put your hand down. Yeah?

If it wasn't for second chances, everybody in this room

would be alone right now, and you, of all people,

should know what it's like to be sucked into something

that you have no control over, so put your hand down. Put it down.

Now! Eva, I trust you.

She wants to meet with you.

I... I'm sorry, what? With me? Why?

She wants the gun. She's willing to pay.

Wha... hold on a minute. Yeah, I'm, I'm sorry,

but that sounds a little like a suicide mission to me.

Cause it is a suicide mission.

Tell her no, thanks.

-We will turn in the gun. -You have to see her.

-She's the missing link. -Björn is right.

Or this will only get worse.

Really? Worse than two bullets in the back of the head?

We'll have to arrange some sort of protection.

Where the hell am I gonna find that? Huh?

What do you mean? Trust us.

You guys are gonna protect me?

We'll have to think of something.

Well, if it isn't the fantastic four.

We need your help.

Who exactly wants you killed?

Some lunatic who calls herself "boom-boom".

Van Der Graaf.

-What the hell have you done? -We found the gun.

You found the gun?

-Did you test it? -No. But we're about to.

When will you realize it's time to contact the Palme Group?

Yeah, but, dude, can they offer me protection?

You know the answer, Alex.

They can't protect him.

Can't promise you anything.

Great. Great. Okay, so what are we supposed to do, then?

You should go public, man.

What the hell are you talking about? Why?

That's how I've survived all these years.

I'm infamous. It has kept me alive.

If anyone murdered me, everyone would know why.

Palme was quite famous, right?

Didn't turn out well for him.

Sure, anyone could murder George at any moment.

But it makes it much more difficult. That's what I mean.

If you're lucky, they'll label you crazy, like us.

Then, shooting you would be a waste of bullets.

But you realize if we go public with this thing, it's gonna be a shitshow.

Exactly. Make it as big as possible. Because if it falls short...

Then you're a dead man.

Do we still have people on the inside of the Palme Group?

No. They're all retired or dead.

Palme Group is clean now.

That's probably for the best. Has the American had contact with them?

No. He's tried, but as far as I know, he's been unsuccessful.

He has no background as an investigator,

no contact with the official investigation,

and he's not on the radar publicly.

Honestly, I'm not even sure why I'm here.

We shall need something, a small caliber with a silencer.

No point in drawing unwanted attention to this.

Well, uh...

I have a .22 caliber Ruger, Mark III.

With a Gemtech silencer.

-Subsonic ammo? -Of course.

Hollow points, too.

I've been wanting to try those.

Yeah, me too.

Why are you so close to me? Get to work.

Right.

You've reached Sofia.

Did you speak to Mum?

I tried, but your mother is not a big fan of talking to me at the moment.

Our statue has gone viral.

It's got 100,000 followers.

-What? -Yup.

How?

You know Veronica on Instagram?

Uh. No.

She reposted it, and now it's gone viral.

Can I see it?

Yeah.

Show me. Wait a minute, I do know this Veronica. She works with Alex.

Are you kidding?

No, I'm serious.

She's got a million followers.

Son of a bitch. This is, uh... kind of a big deal. That's insane.

I know.

I don't know what to say. Congrats.

You're sure this is the right weapon?

We're fairly sure.

98% sure. We're fact-checking the other 2%...

Three percent.

What do you want from me?

Well, this whole viral thing... how do you make that happen?

Well, first off, you have to...

What's going on?

Shit. Hey.

-Who's he? -Can you just get lost?

You're the American from his podcast, right?

Yeah.

A little tip: if you want to make it, stay away from people like him.

Thanks, your tips really mean a lot.

I've got a question. Do you get paid extra to be an asshole,

or is that a service you offer for free?

-What was that? -You fucking heard me.

-Yeah, I heard. -What's going on here?

It's the American from the podcast. He's an even bigger idiot in person.

-I'm embarrassed for you, Alex. -I appreciate it.

Excuse me.

That's a gun.

Actually, that's not just a gun, that's the gun.

We think that's the gun that shot Olof Palme.

You think? That's not the right gun.

That's 100 percent bullshit.

Have you tested it?

We're working on it. But considering where we found it,

plus who's looking for it, trust me, it's a match.

Damn it, Harriet. You don't think this is the right

I can take this story somewhere else if you're not interested.

-No, take it easy. -This isn't serious.

This is not the right weapon.

-We're quite sure. -That will do for now, Johan.

I see.

Fuck this. I quit.

-Johan! God damn it. -Good luck!

Jesus.

What a drama queen.

-Can you do a front page story? -Yes.

Let's do this.

Alright. So... how do I get this virus?

Okay.

Then you just look into the camera.

Yep, got it.

-Okay, we rolling? Perfect. -Yep.

Perfect. Dear citizens of Sweden, we need your help.

Think this is gonna work?

Honestly, I'm a little disappointed you didn't think of this sooner.

Jeez... unbelievable.

It's gonna work. Trust me.

-Are we sure about this? -I guess so.

Upload it.

UPLOAD COMPLETE

Dear citizens of Sweden, we need your help.

The mystery surrounding the murder of former Prime Minister

has gone on long enough.

After over 30 years, and over half a billion crowns in taxpayer money,

the official investigation can only be seen as a complete

and total failure.

The time for transparency is now.

Because along with my dedicated colleagues,

we're willing to consider options the Palme Group previously ignored,

well... yeah. We managed to locate this.

And we are nearly 100% certain that this is the weapon that was used

to murder Olof Palme.

Based on where the weapon was found as well as other recent events,

we can also now confirm at least two popular theories,

which the Palme Group had been historically reluctant

to take seriously.

Johan, you need to get over here. Now.

You have no idea what you're doing.

passed along to a select member of the Swedish press.

I didn't know this would happen.

Let go of me, damn it!

-Drive. -Of course I'll drive.

We hope that you'll join us in calling for an end

to this so-called official investigation,

so that the secret files being held captive in the Palme room

can be released to the public, once and for all.

Perhaps then, together.

What's going on?

we can finally put this national nightmare to rest.

If you agree, call the number at the bottom of the screen.

The answer is in that room. It's time to release those files.

What do we do now?

Just relax. It might not go anywhere.

God damn, what an idiot.

It's time to release those files.

Mum!

Thank you, and good night.

Mum!

Mum!

Let me know before you drive.

Where are we going? Did you talk to Dad?

-Hello? -I'm concentrating.

-Where are we going? -I don't know!

I'm sorry.

Now you can test it.

It's about time.

This is Sofia. Leave a message.

I can't get a hold of Sofia.

Are you sure about this?

No, but it's a bit late for that question, don't you think?

-It's a match. -Yeah, no shit. We've gotta go.

Alright, fuck it. I'm going in.

Wait, can you sign this?

-What do you mean, sign? -Write...

You want my autograph? Are you kidding me?

It could be worth a lot if things end badly.

-If you're shot in the face. -Shot in the face?

You think I'm gonna get shot in the face?

I said "if".

Hopefully not, of course.

It's just a matter of...

Here you go. There's your autograph.

Good.

-What are you doing? -"Fuck you, too"? What?

Oh, he holds a grudge. Okay.

-A hundred crowns says he dies. -Don't joke about this.

-No? -No.

Do you take the bet, or what?

Mindy Van Der Graaf?

George English.

I saw your video. Very clever.

Why, thank you. Appreciate that.

Did you bring what I asked for?

No. No, definitely not.

I figured that was probably the best way for me to

not get carried out of here in a plastic bag.

And what makes you so sure I couldn't kill you right now?

Being internet-famous is

mostly annoying, but it comes with a few perks.

Plus, last time I checked, I'm pretty sure I have something you need.

Am I right?

Would you like to order some food?

Nope. No. This is quite good, actually. Thanks, though.

I'm curious. Why bother with this case in the first place?

Well, I found the cat. Yeah.

-Excuse me? -Some people say

the cat found me but I don't even really understand

why that matters.

One thing I've always found fascinating

about my American counterparts

is this unique combination of bravery and stupidity.

Yeah.

Yeah, I bet those CIA guys are real dirty fuckers.

I do hope, for your sake, you don't intend to look in that direction.

A clever guy like yourself, a lovely wife...

beautiful daughter.

They'd be a lot easier to kill.

I was told you had an offer.

I understand there is a reward for the gun.

Yeah, that's right. Ten million Swedish crowns.

What do you say I double it?

I say, why not triple it?

You do realize that fame does not make you impossible to kill?

Fine, double it is.

But if we do this, we'll do it my way.

I should maybe set up the way we do the hand-off...

Room 621. Midnight. Tonight.

Bring the gun, and come alone.

Okay.

-Should we go in? -No, absolutely not.

Söderqvist.

-I followed Johan to a house. -Okay.

He took boxes from the little archive

and went to Mindy's hotel.

He met up with our stalker, so I followed them.

But where are you?

Somewhere outside Uppsala.

They're still in the house.

-Where's George? -He's meeting with Mindy.

What?

-He's meeting with -Yeah, yeah.

He's coming.

Text me the address, and we'll be there soon.

Good.

Hurry.

How did it go?

-What? -How did it go?

It was great, she's a very sweet old lady.

What? Really?

No, dude. She's right.

If we don't give her the gun by midnight, she's gonna kill us.

-That's great. -Come on, please pick up the phone.

It might be nice to have two rooms.

And you'd get a break from me every other week.

Not bad.

Why are you talking about this?

It's from Sebbe.

Maybe she doesn't want to talk to you.

She's probably fine. We need to go to Uppsala and see Alex.

Uppsala? What, why? What the hell are you...

What do you mean? Because...

You'll see.

This is Sofia. Leave a message.

Boom, boom... boom, boom.

-Fuck! -Hey, what's up?

Jesus Christ.

Johan and our stalker moved boxes into the house.

But that was hours ago. They haven't come out since.

Do you think he, like, pulled a Swordhammer? Saving files, like a...

for an insurance policy?

I don't know, maybe. But I'll tell you this:

our friend wasn't happy.

You guys.

Look at what they're doing.

What the hell are they doing?

Son of a bitch!

Oh, shit! That's not good.

Oh shit, no. Maybe we should just go. We should, uh...

Let's go. Come on.

No, no, no, I meant go, I meant, I meant...

Oh, my.

For fuck's sake! Come out!

Come out!

You're going to burn alive!

Back up!

Keep going!

-George! George! We gotta go -Come on now!

I'll be right down!

George!

Guys! This isn't helping!

-George! George! -I'm coming, I'm coming!

Come out!

You have to come out!

-The roof is going to come down! -Come on!

Just give me a second! I'll be right there!

Come on, George!

I'm coming, I'm coming!

Get out! Leave!

Fucking Christ, man, you almost got us killed.

You out of your fucking mind?

Why didn't you just put out the fire?

Put out the fire!?

I tried, but they turned off the water!

I stood there with the hose.

Hey! Look. What do you see?

-That's Sveavägen. -Yeah, exactly.

-What's this? WT? -Walkie-Talkie men.

Alright, alright.

OP, that must be Olof Palme.

What is that? S1...

S. Uh huh. Yeah.

-Shooter one. -Exactly.

-S2. -Uh huh.

That must be shooter two.

Yeah. Hello! Rooftop sniper, right here. Look at this.

This is what I've been saying.

He had it. He was right the whole time. Yeah.

George, you're supposed to meet Mindy.

I'm not... fuck that. No. We are absolutely not doing that.

We need to get out of here. Let's go. Come on.

Get in the car, come on.

I've got an idea, I'll explain when we get back.

Is everybody going with Alex? I guess I'm driving back by myself.

NEWS

Good evening.

We begin tonight with news

that's got all of Sweden scratching their heads.

Having released what is now a viral video,

an American expat living in Sweden, George English,

has taken the Swedish police authority by storm,

having found the apparent murder weapon

used to kill former Prime Minister Olof Palme,

it appears poised to potentially solve one of the greatest mysteries

of the 20th century, and experts are beginning to wonder

what this scruffy private investigator will turn up next.

Subtitles: Lily Ray www.plint.com