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Tomorrow I'll explain everything. You'll understand.

You're asking me to lie to Säpo.

David Juhlin? Petra Ullrich, Swedish Security Service.

Stolen? How could that happen?

I think someone was here last night.

You haven't told anyone about them?

I've shown them to David.

Where are the originals?

The documents at Marcel's, and we are not together anymore.

Is there something you want from me, Margarita?

I belong to him now.

What are you going to do with it? Why the fuck did you need this?

Viktor Gusin? We have a search warrant.

You're not getting away with this.

I have someone else to worry about.

I want to meet Anger. Tell him I have someone he'd like to see.

Give me Pashie's final three chess moves.

Castled.

"LZ, GU"...

He switched places.

Lazarev is Gusin.

So Pashie's alive?

Yes, I got a message from her yesterday.

I think she tried to say Gusin is alive, and Gusin is Lazarev.

-What? -We may have found Lazarev's brother.

-We're on our way there. -Okay.

-Can you try to get more on Gusin? -Mmm...

Look in libraries, archives, old newspapers, whatever.

I have to know everything about him.

Can you ask Carl why my dad has that picture?

I don't know why,

but he always showed me old pictures when I was a kid.

-Just talk to Carl. -Sure, I'll try.

-Let me know if you find anything. -Be careful.

-Bye. -Bye.

Dad?

Dad, we're supposed to lay the nets now.

I was by the cape. It's perfect for whitefish.

Dad?

Dad, we were supposed to lay the nets now.

Not now.

Soon.

But we said we would.

Dad!

Dad, are you okay?

I'll help you up. Come on.

Stop it. Leave me alone now.

-Get up. Come on! -Get out of here!

Suit yourself, fucking idiot!

Get out of here.

I hate you! Do you get it? I hate you!

How much longer do you think it is?

On these shitty roads, at least a couple of hours.

Police Chief Papanova.

-Hi, Julia. -Nestor...

Good morning.

-You look beautiful. -Thank you.

Little by little good.

Now, let's talk business.

Obviously, Marcel knew more than we thought.

Who did he talk to?

Well, this problem has already been resolved.

We will tell the Swedes a story that I think will calm them down.

We cannot take any risks before the elections.

This can jeopardise our entire plan.

In the current situation, your personal agenda is not important.

My agenda is by no means a personal matter.

Maybe it would be better for him to step back and let me...

Comrades.

The Soviet Union we have been creating for decades

at the cost of incredible efforts

and numerous sacrifices,

is crumbling before our eyes now.

The efforts of the West to destabilise our country

and impose the so-called vaunted democracy on us

will not end with success.

As far as I remember,

democracy has never been an alternative for Russia.

Yes... That's right.

When Yeltsin wins the elections, and Yeltsin will win the elections,

it will be our victory too.

And that's when we start promoting a new leader

who will never give up his power.

And all this will take place under the proud flag of democracy.

I propose a toast

to the father of our people, Joseph Vissiaronovich Stalin.

To Stalin!

Comrade Lazarev.

I certainly support you.

Yes, power in Russia will pass to us.

But times are changing.

and having power today is not the same as when you...

Thank you, comrade Papanova,

for sharing your thoughts so generously.

But those who know...

Whoever felt the power of the Russian bear

understands very well what I'm talking about.

The Telephonera deal...

is complete.

It's done.

We are on Swedish territory now,

which means that we will have access to all Swedish telecommunications

and everything that happens there.

This is power, comrades.

Like gas or oil, this is real power.

What's going on... I can't believe it. Coffee!

Can you believe this? 8,000 roubles for coffee!

It seems that everybody thinks that fraud is okay now.

With our new market economy.

Well, supply and demand.

-Hmm? -You paid it.

With your money, yeah.

Damn thieves.

My father would have hated this.

Justice was what mattered to him the most.

But he never received any.

What happened to your dad?

He was a journalist.

And one day, KGB came into our house and...

just took him away.

I was ten.

After Perestroika, my mother received a letter

saying that my father had died in prison form septic shock.

For ten years, he was there alone in the cell.

My whole childhood.

I'm sorry.

My dad...

committed suicide.

So, that was it.

He was gone.

And...

And... the last time that we...

I...

Do you remember the last time you saw your dad?

Yeah, I can picture it.

I remember I was in my bed, getting ready for sleep and...

He came into my room and kissed me on my forehead.

That's nice.

We should probably get going.

Yeah.

-Shouldn't we go now? -Absolutely.

You'll be late for work.

You know? I was actually going to stay at home today.

Maybe you want to stay at home with daddy today?

We have PE today.

What if we were to go somewhere?

Somewhere warm and sunny. Disneyland.

Just you and me?

-For real? -Yes.

But I'm supposed to be at Mom's place this week.

That's right.

Right, that's...

It was just a spur of the moment idea.

But it was a dumb idea.

Okay.

Let's drive you to school.

How about you get dressed?

Hello!

Alexander Lazarev?

What do you want?

Sorry to disturb you. My name is Max.

I'm Mira. We wanted to ask a few questions about your brother.

About my brother?

Nestor Lazarev.

And why are you interested in him?

We need help.

His girlfriend is in danger.

We hoped to find Nestor Lazarev.

We used to think that he died in 1963.

But he is alive.

So you... aren't siblings?

Please.

My girlfriend...

She will die.

He was going to God,

and we were dying of hunger here on Earth.

We thought that...

there is nothing wrong with that.

On the contrary,

it would be the right thing to do.

I buried him like a dog, in a ditch.

No name,

no headstone.

I didn't even tell Nestor that I had sold him.

His name and himself.

Do you know who paid for it?

Viktor Gusin?

Even the might can be thrown off a cliff.

But the most stubborn manage to save themselves.

Grasp with their claws.

DEATH CERTIFICATE

What's this?

Nestor Lazarev's death certificate.

Gusin can't hide anymore.

Go ahead and tell me.

I lied to Säpo yesterday.

I know, and I'm really grateful for that.

-Thank you so much. -Thank you?

You said that you would explain.

I'm sorry, but... I can't.

Yes, you can. Of course you can.

Just open your mouth, David.

Do you understand what I've done?

I... I can't.

I lied to Säpo!

If you don't tell my why, before the end of the day...

I will call Säpo and tell them that you forced me to lie.

Charlie?

Oh, good. What do you think of this?

-That... -Gusin is Lazarev.

He was apparently like a son to Stalin.

When he was imprisoned for espionage,

the Russians bombed Stockholm and demanded Gusin's release.

Bombed?

-Because of Gusin? -Yes.

RUSSIAN BOMBS OVER STOCKHOLM BOMBS ALSO OVER STRÄNGNÄS

Carl was right. He's still alive.

But didn't he die in '63?

He was accused of treason and plotting a coup.

To save himself, he staged his own death.

VIKTOR GUSIN AND CARL BORGENSTIERNA AT PREMIERE OF LA BOHÈME

I promised Max to check something.

Hello?

Hello?

Hello?

-What's happened? -I'm sorry, he's taken ill.

-We have to go in. -But...

You don't have to worry anymore.

He's going to be in prison for a long time.

Stalin will not leave Gusin in Swedish prison.

But what is he going to do?

The government has pulled out of the negotiations.

You are so naive, Carl.

It's one of your best qualities.

I'll be home as soon as I can.

Yes, you will.

Hi, Ray.

The deal went through.

-And Säpo? -It was sorted out.

Good.

And you managed that completely on your own?

Or, I had some help from an employee...

Well, not exactly help...

Who was it?

What difference does it make, Ray?

Trust, David.

It's about trust.

No that the deal's going through, we'll work even closer together.

There can't be any... any issues between us.

We have to be completely honest with each other.

My real name is Oleg.

Oleg Petrov.

I was trained to kill at a Russian special forces unit.

Nobody know that I exist.

And I've done things to people...

...good people...

...that I will have to live with for the rest of my life.

Sometimes I wake up in the middle of the night, screaming.

If you ever violate that trust by lying

or withholding something from me,

then...

It usually takes...

three or four hard slams into the tarmac

before the skull cracks.

It gets fucking messy.

I don't want to wake up screaming

because I'm thinking about you, David.

PETROL

-Yeah? -He gave me a location.

The foyer of the Bolshoi Theatre on Y Street.

No.

I have another suggestion, the central station.

Down by the storage lockers.

I'll pass that along, but I can't promise you anything.

Are you going to be there?

I have to go to Zurich. I'm leaving the country in one hour.

Right. Of course.

If you can guarantee me that you'll keep Brice & Stadthaller out of this,

I have material I can fax you once I've landed in Zurich.

Material that should help your friend,

and that will be the end of Lazarev.

-I'll send you a number. -Okay.

Bye.

So, what did he say?

-Yes? -Counters check.

-Marcel Rousseau? -Yes.

-What are you doing? -Calm down.

What do you want?

-Calm down. -What?

-Calm down. -What do you want?

You want money? I have money.

I have lots of money.

What are you... What are you doing?

Carl had to go to the ER.

I didn't know he was that ill.

Yeah... no, or yeah...

He's old.

The irony. His own Vektor goes under right as he goes under.

Don't say that!

Well...

Are you ready?

No.

Me neither.

-Let's do this. -Yes.

-Thanks. -Hi.

-Hi. -Hi, welcome.

Hi.

Eh...

Alright.

David Juhlin, where is he?

I tried to get a hold of David, but it appears he couldn't make it.

Okay.

Well, you asked for this meeting, so go ahead.

We needed to double check some information about SPGSM.

So we sent our consultant Pashie Kovalenko to St Petersburg

where she disappeared.

So, our business analyst, Max Anger...

These are your internal problems, so...

No, that's not really the case. Eh...

We have... Excuse me.

We have reason to believe it is related to the deal.

First and foremost, we know that Saint Petersburg GSM

has hidden owners.

Why have I not been informed of this before?

A journalist who has helped Pashie Kovalenko gather information

about Saint Petersburg GSM has been murdered.

Another woman who was helping Pashie Kovalenko with information

was murdered in front of Max.

All of this is about a number of documents

that show the ownership structure behind Saint Petersburg GSM.

We've read these documents.

And they show that there are hidden assets in the company.

There are several owners with ties to positions of power in Russia.

There's a hidden major owner called Nestor Lazarev.

He is the one who kidnapped Pashie Kovalenko.

So, we need to call off this deal.

But we've already signed the contracts and faxed them to SPGSM.

No, we had a week to do it...

No.

Get legal here. They'll have to find a way to end this mess.

The whole damn company could fall.

And the government too.

May I look at those documents?

Unfortunately we don't have them. They were stolen from our office.

It's like this... I...

I met with David Juhlin a couple of days ago.

You had a meeting with David Juhlin?

I showed him these documents.

The following night, somebody broke into our office

and took those documents.

That's why I'm wondering what David Juhlin is.

During the GSM conference in Madrid, I was contacted by Marcel Rousseau

from Brice & Stadthaller.

He offered me money, 200,000 kronor for confidential material.

It would make the deal between Telephonera and SPGSM easier.

There is no excuse, but my finances were in the gutter after my divorce.

I was struggling to keep my house for me and my son.

I gave Marcel Rousseau the material.

It was supposed to be a one-off. but I was forced to continue.

Over the past few days I've mislead Säpo, lied to management,

asked colleagues to lie for my sake and put others in danger.

I made the cell towers to malfunction.

Coerced by death threats, I installed a Trojan for the Russians.

I've tried to repair the damage,

but I've feared for my life the whole time.

Now I know that they will never let me live.

A Russian assassin, Oleg Petrov, AKA Ray McKinley,

will kill me sooner or later.

I know that I'll always be seen as a traitor,

but I hope this letter leads to the arrest of those who are guilty,

and that the deal is called off.

I hope my son will find out that I eventually did the right thing.

-Hi, it's Kaspar. -Hi, son.

Dad, what do you want?

Dad, what do you want?

Nothing special.

-What are you doing? -I don't have time to talk.

Could you call later?

We're building a model.

-Martin is here. -Okay.

That's great.

-But... -Can you call later?

I...

Dad?

I'm proud of you.

And I love you.

Thanks, Dad.

We'll talk later.

SÄPO POLHEMSGATAN 30, STOCKHOLM

Here you go.

Max, I can go with you, you know. Keep the distance.

It's better if you're in the car.

Here. When I call you, if I use the words "fax it" in any way...

You do that, and you get yourself safe. Okay?

Okay.

I'll leave this here, just in case.

...is arriving at platform seven.

What else would we talk about?

The express train to Moscow leaves from platform two in 15 minutes.

Lazarev wants you to come with me.

He should come here.

He's waiting outside.

Damn, damn, damn!

Come on, come on!

Where are you going, you asshole?

No, no, no...

Fuck you!

Subtitles: Aino Bergh www.plint.com