All language subtitles for We Got This S01E06

BASED ON ACTUAL SPECULATIONS

The police are still searching
for a third person

believed to be connected
to the attack on Olof Palme's grave.

The man was last seen
fleeing the scene via Tunnelgatan.

I gotta go.

Aw, man. You lost your cat?

Margareta Norlin
did not commit suicide.

She was murdered.

She was murdered
because she knew something

that somebody
didn't want her to know.

Did you find the revolver?

Do you have any proof?

The gun. And the American.

Do you think
there might be two shooters?

They are still working on the case,
and that's a fact.

'Cause it can't be solved.

You're not gonna kill me?

-She's up to something.
-Where is she?

Honey, take a look at this.

What? Are you kidding?

What the hell's going on?

Sorry, it's nothing,

just that someone tried to dig up
the grave of Olof Palme.

It says here
two people were arrested,

but they're still looking for one.

Yeah.

Olof Palme was our prime minister,
assassinated in the 80s.

Never found the killer.

It's 30 years ago.
Can you believe it. It's crazy.

How hard can it be?

Below the grave, there. Damn fool.

-Where did you lose him?
-Here, I'll show you.

Here. Of all the places on earth,
he vanishes here.

George English.

Who else would do
such a stupid thing?

-And the two others?
-They're at the station.

Unbelievable.

So this Palme fella,
is he kind of like your people's JFK?

Sort of, I guess.

Did the government kill him too?

-Did the government kill JFK?
-No, they didn't.

You bet your sweet ass they did.
They got his brother too.

Government's always messing around
where they don't belong.

If they knew how many weapons
we had on this property,

they'd be so far up my hoo-ha
they'd be coming out my ears.

Lovely.

What's up with the red crosses?

You've gotta mind to
step around those, little missy.

They're rigged with bear traps.

Wait... Do you know if there's any,
like, snakes or something?

We got a lot of them too.

So glad to be here.

How's your lip?

Huh?

-What about my lip?
-Well, you have...

They don't give you stitches anymore.
Do they tape them?

-Yes, they tape the lips.
-I see.

Good, good. Great.

So, where can I find this bum?

-Who's that?
-Don't make this harder, Eva.

Why spend your retirement in prison?

We know it was his idea
to try to dig up Palme's grave.

-From below.
-Dig up Palme's grave from below?

That sounds insane.

There were security cameras
in the tunnel.

So you might as well
tell me where he is.

He's awake.

Good morning.

I have some questions for you.

Regarding George English.

-Where is he?
-Surely you mean "her"?

-No, I mean George English.
-You're looking for the wrong person.

I don't think so.

Trespassing, burglary,
obstruction of justice.

Once we've gone through the evidence
from your basement,

I'm sure we'll be able to press
even more charges against you all.

That's how it is.

Your investigation is being kept
in one of the rooms down the hall.

Great, then you have
everything you need.

What is that supposed to mean?

Mindy Van Der Graaf,
Strongarm Security.

Put the material together, and you'll
find who you should be looking for.

Overtime requested.
There's fresh coffee.

Nobody leaves
until we straighten out this madness.

Let's get started.

Where are the photographs?

Are you recording this?

-Yes.
-Good. Can I use it for my podcast?

No, but do go on.

The cat lady started the whole thing.

George was convinced she was murdered

because she knew something
about the Palme case.

Where is the weapon now?

I don't know.

I'm a bit groggy,
I've been unconscious for 24 hours,

and I'm not quite up to speed,
but one thing I do know

is that the man who put me in here

is the same person
who killed Margareta Norlin.

And the evidence
is on her security camera.

-Security camera?
-Yeah.

Hold your position.
The American is headed your way.

Liquidating him over there will be
a lot easier than doing it here.

You have the green light to go
as soon as he arrives.

And keep it clean. Do you
understand?

Got it.

Okay. He's here.

Dad?

Is he okay?

He's on a bus, headed this way.

-What are we waiting on? Let's go.
-Yeah.

Come.

Whoa!

Next stop: Parkway Drive.

My God, I'm so glad to see you.

Are you okay?

I'm okay.

I'm alright.

Hey.

I'm sorry.

We're just so glad you're okay.

Oh, Jesus.

You stepped in it good
this time, boy.

It's good to see you too, Mama.

What the hell is this?

You said you'd get rid
of Pop's car.

I did.

I deeded it over to you,
just like you told me to.

Are you kidding me?

Let's go by and thank the man.

-Yeah, I'd like that.
-Good.

Wow.

Little missy's been telling me what
all of you've been going through.

Don't know how you're gonna wiggle
your way out of this one, boy.

Yeah, I...

Look, guys.

I'm sorry for everything.

I was stupid. Selfish.

I kept you guys in the dark
and put you in danger.

I can totally understand
if you can't forgive me.

Why didn't you just tell me
everything right away.

Because trying to solve
the murder of Olof Palme

was a stupid idea to begin with.

But it helped me...

I don't know why, but it made me
feel like myself again.

But it went too far.

You can say that again.

What do you say we forget about
the shit pile you're standing in,

go back up to the house,
cook up a mess of corn.

I might even have a fresh batch of
white lightning if you're thirsty.

Yes.

Hell, yes.

-Good God.
-Yeah.

-What the hell is this?
-I was wondering the same thing.

In addition to the Palme stuff,
there are ties to 9/11, JFK,

something about Hitler
still being alive.

Bring them in here.

Let's go.

So, Ebbe Carlsson has his own thread.
How creative.

-You haven't pieced it together, huh?
-No.

How about a version
without lizard people, the Illuminati

and a fictitious army base in a hole
leading to the center of the earth

where aliens park their space ships?

-So you want the abridged version?
-I guess so.

Typical.

Sture Norberg?
Anna Lindwall, from the police.

I understand you have a video
of Norlin's murder. I need it.

-Is that so?
-Yes.

And what happened to you?

Sture, Björn and Eva were arrested.
George is missing.

-George could be dead!
-Yes, which is why...

I'd rather not help the police,
but whatever.

Don't you want to
change your clothes?

Look, I'm nearly a hundred.

You think I care what people think
about my clothes?

Let's go!

You're saying you have video evidence

that the man that's been following
you also killed Margareta Norlin?

That's correct.

That she was killed for knowing
where the murder weapon was.

Now we know why
the cat lady had to die.

At least one of them, yes.

And he tried to destroy evidence
that there was more than one shooter?

The original autopsy report
could have proved that, yes.

But Van Der Graaf burned it.

No, no!

And Van Der Graaf forced George
to hand over the murder weapon

in order to save your lives?

That's also correct.

And that is why you decided
to dig up the grave.

-And the bald guy?
-He's one man you don't want to find.

No, he's the kind of person
who finds you.

And the video evidence?

Sture Norberg.

Yeah, cooperative fellow.

Last time I saw him,
he drank his own piss

while wearing a ballgown
and an army helmet.

A German one.

Ralf, Sture Norberg is here.

-We were just talking about you.
-Is that so?

You look good.

Thanks.

Well, I thought

the man on this video,
which was found on Margareta's phone,

could help solve this puzzle.

You wouldn't happen to know
where we can find George English?

No.

But I hope you find him
before this man does.

This is just for my employers.

Stand here on this stool. Up you go.

There, good.

Damn.

Yes! Very nicely done.

Oh, I can't watch. Whoa!

Yes!

Going in the trash.

Not so good.

Shit, babe. Yeah.

Well, you know.
One for you. Not really.

-God.
-Cheers.

I'm coming to get you.

You have been for a long time.

I think you'd better sleep in the
big house with Grandma tonight.

Why?

Well, darling, you see,

when a man and a woman
love each other...

Oh, no. Don't...
Don't even finish that.

Yeah.

-Here you are, madam.
-Yes, please.

May I?

Twirl.

Watch out.

-Oh, my God.
-Yeah.

I missed you.

I missed you too.

Well, aren't you cute?

What the fuck?

What...?

It's time to go.

Where are you taking us?

Come on, let her go.
She's got nothing to do with it.

Shut up and keep walking.

-What the hell just happened?
-Bear traps.

Boom-Boom.

She could've killed me
in Stockholm.

Instead, she sent you
all the way here.

Why?

Who do you two really work for?
Who's the next layer up?

Look...
Don't play dumb with me, asshole.

I know about the pyramid.
Björn told me everything.

-Wait, what pyramids?
-Nothing. It's like an Illuminati...

-For fuck's sake!
-What...?

Come here.
Come over here for a second.

-Thank you.
-What?

Hey.

-What the hell are you doing?
-Just trying to help.

Well, it's not helpful. Okay?

He's not talking. What do we do?

Fuck. I don't know.

I'm sure he didn't walk here,
so let's poke around, yeah?

-Come on. Let's go outside.
-Okay.

We'll be right back.
If he moves, shoot him.

That's what I'm talking about.

You are decisive.

You are brave. You are decisive.

Hey! Look at this.

That's got to be his.

-It's locked?
-Yeah.

Hold on.

-Shit.
-George?

Oh, shit.

I guess that explains
where he was taking us.

Okay, you know what?
He's probably got the keys on him.

We'll go back to the barn, yeah?

What?

I... Nothing.

Here. Let me see that.

Shit, that's a lot of money.

Wow.

Is it legal to have that many IDs?

Not with that many
different names on them.

You've got to be kidding me.

-What is it?
-Strongarm Security.

He works for Boom-Boom.

Kenneth, could you
double-check these?

What?

-It's for you.
-Not now.

I think you want to take this.

Ralf Lind speaking.

Hey, Ralf. George English here.

How's it going?

Where the hell are you?

That's the thing. I think I may
have found something significant.

It's probably
a bit of a game-changer.

Listen, I've got your gang locked up.
You can't talk your way out of this.

Turn yourself in, now.

Actually,
I really need you to let them go.

That's not going to happen.

Listen, Ralf.

You need to charge someone.
I get that.

You can charge me.

It's my fault they're in this mess
in the first place.

I take full responsibility,
but listen to me clearly, okay?

I've got Bosse Dahlin
tied up in the barn.

He's a direct connection
to Mindy "Boom-Boom" Van Der Graaf.

So, do we have a deal?

Rise and shine. It's time.

For Christ's sake.

Alright, take it easy.

Come on.

-What's going on?
-You can go home. We'll be in touch.

The exit is that way.

I can confirm there's an agreement
between the parties involved,

and that George English
will stand trial in Sweden.

-Where did you find him?
-Take a guess.

-America?
-Bingo.

Hey! Wake up!

Which one is the real you? Huh?

I'm talking to you, fuck-face.

Who the hell are you?

This one, right here?
This one's my favorite.

Strongarm Security.

Let me explain something to you.

When I turn all this shit over to
the Palme Group, you included,

I'm pretty sure I'm not the only
one Boom-Boom's gonna have to kill.

George!

Police!

Lay down your weapons and come out
with your hands on your head.

-George English?
-Yes, sir, I am.

Bosse Dahlin, we have
an international arrest warrant

concerning the murder
of Margareta Norlin.

Thanks for everything, Mama.

I'll try to be home for Thanksgiving,
but I can't make any promises.

-What are we going to do?
-I don't know.

It's okay. We're going home.

I don't know where Boom-boom's at,

but if I had to guess,
I'd say she probably skipped town.

If I were you, I'd call somebody

with the authority to get
her ass back here because she...

No, calm down, George.
We speak Swedish in here. Okay?

What?

What?

How the hell did you
get mixed up in this?

Okay.

It's like this.

I started in the wrong place, Ralf.

I'm an idiot, okay?

When my father died
everything just unraveled.

I don't know. I think maybe I...

I thought I could replace
something irreplaceable

by attempting to solve
something unsolvable.

All I cared about
was the 50 million.

I put my family
and my friends in danger.

I turned the whole country
upside-down.

That's when I started to realize
why all this really matters.

Olof Palme, the man.
What he stood for.

February 28th, the day he died.

It's bigger than the 50 million.

It changed Sweden forever.

That's true.

What a fucking mess.

Yet somehow, you landed on your feet.

Do you think?

First, let's see
if this leads anywhere.

We can discuss
mitigating factors later.

Okay.

And... until then?

Apparently, this is how you treat
your heroes in Sweden.

At least you're not in jail.

How long do you have to wear it?

No idea.
As long as it takes to figure out

what the hell they want to do next,
I guess.

But you're free to move around
wherever you'd like, right?

Nope.

"Within city limits."

Whatever the hell that means.

Within city limits?

How are we going to find
a campsite within city limits?

Don't sweat it. I know a guy.

George.

Hey, buddy.

-Hey.
-Hey.

I hope you don't mind
if we park it here.

I figured a single fellow like you
could use a little company.

It's good to see you.

You too. How are you? You good?

Sure, we were released thanks to you.

How is everyone?
How is Alex? Is he alright?

Yeah, he was released just...

You need to tell us where to stop!

I said "stop." This means "stop."

How should I know this means "stop"?

Everybody knows it means "stop."

Welcome home. I mean, welcome.

Thanks, man. I'm sorry.

It's nothing.

Hi, there.

Hello!

It looks like you will get
a life sentence

for the murder of Margareta Norlin.

Where would you like to serve it?

-At Kumla?
-Fenix supermax?

Or do you want to snuggle up
in Hall, Södertälje?

You get a TV in your cell.

What do you know about this lady?

You better start talking.

What about this guy?
Do you recognize him?

Be smart, Bosse,
or you're looking at a rough time.

Okay.

Ask Interpol to post an APB.

Find something to connect her to the
case, and more, if we're lucky.

What about the American? George?

Bring him in
for negotiations tomorrow.

We'll see if it leads anywhere.

I have feeling
there's quite a lot there.

You fucking snake.

Fourteenth floor.

Go!

Room service!

It's done.

-Third time's the charm.
-How sweet.

I'll admit it.
You guys make a cute couple.

-Hear that?
-Yeah.

-George.
-Yeah. There's somebody outside.

Alright, guys.

Having you all here together,
I feel like I owe you all an apology.

For everything.

I don't know what happens next.

But I do know one thing.

This gang right here
will go down in history

as the most kick-ass investigation
crew the world has ever seen.

And for that,
we should all be proud.

I'll drink to that.

Amen to that.

-Cheers.
-Cheers.

I've brought some
freshly-brewed apple cider.

Thanks, I'm fine.

You know what, old man?
I'll take a swig.

Don't do it.

So, this is where it ends.

George gives us Bosse,
Bosse gives us Van Der Graaf.

Then, she's found dead,
all of a sudden.

How the hell did that happen?

Maybe it's this Elmer de Kant
that they talked about.

-The bald guy.
-Perhaps.

But there's nothing
to tie him to this.

We don't even know if he exists.
The man is a ghost.

Bosse was hired by Van Der Graaf.
So who the hell hired her?

Since she's dead, there must be
another level to this...

This pyramid.

Yeah.

Yeah.

So what do we do?

Either, we charge somebody,
or we forget about this crap,

or...

You mean...

You mean we should let them in?

At least we'd know where they are,
and what they're up to.

We could avoid
chaos like this in future.

Fucking anarchists.

Yes, he's standing right here.
Nothing you want to say to me?

No? George, it's for you.

He's what? No, it's still me.
He's brushing his teeth.

Okay.

Yeah, this is George.

Right, you guys.

There's been some debate
in this building

as to what to do with you.

Based on your questionable methods.

I've explained the situation
to my colleagues,

and we're considering the possibility
of regarding you as an...

asset.

But you'll need to observe
certain rules.

"Rules"?

I understand
you have some unpaid taxes.

Jesus, Ralf! Spit it out.
What the hell are you talking about?

I'd like to offer you a job.

Whoa! Is this the...

Well, everyone.

Welcome to the Palme Group.

Oh, holy shit!

Subtitles: Kenn Nakata Steffensen
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