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-How much do you take? -It's the weekend.

-What the hell kind of answer is that? -Shut up.

He does his thing and you do yours. Okay? What's the matter?

-Listen, lower the attitude. -What is it?

What is it yourself? That's a strange answer.

Seriously, guys. That's enough now. - How is Benny doing?

-What? - I was inside his business.

He looks really nervous, what's going on?

Of course he gets into his own way when a schizad blatte like you comes along.

Schizad blatt, eh? Listen to me...

Your responsibility. Your problem. Do you get it?

-You tramp. Go away. -Okay.

Just get out of here.

Sands. The money.

Who the hell asked you to open your mouth?

Who the hell is he? - You have to wait.

Oh, oh!

The money. You owe me 50,000.

Okay okay! Take it easy!

Take it easy! You get 50 next week.

I promise!

You bastard. Do you know who you're fucking jiding with?

Do you know who my uncle is? He's the boss of this whole damn thing.

Abdi, we tag.

What a fucking idiot. But I don't need him.

- Will run my own business. - You owe him, after all.

It dissolves. I have the worst thing going on.

When I said I'm the new sheriff in town, did I give up?

-No way... -I don't understand.

The girl is famous and I'll meet her later.

She is the worst junkie. Add one by one.

...hard work always beats talent.

Next time I'll have 50,000 plus. Have you understood?

-What the hell are you talking about? - She is famous. The dude in the car.

It's easy: Pay, or everyone will know.

Hey, celebrity! It's you!

-Damn fucking bastards! -Stop it! Stick!

Do not touch me. Do you get it? Damn you.

50,000. That's cheap!

He wants more money.

50 000.

Yes, he is resourceful anyway. You have to give him that.

Dad?

Stones?

Stones?

- Well, where is he somewhere? - Yes, I don't know.

Stones?

And I played solo and all the parents were there.

-Now listen, girls... -But not you.

- A mother cried, I saw that. - Well, it's not certain.

It was so bad!

Men ni kan ju...

- Well, we have to go now. -Two minutes, okay?

Dad, you shouldn't be in fucking Stockholm. You should be here!

I'll be home next weekend. Then we can go to Tusenfryd.

They have a new roller coaster with a loop like that and everything possible.

- You go with me now. - No, but it was Steinar...

- We're going. - I have a lot to do.

- Drop it now. So. -I'm coming with.

-I need it. Where are we going? - Shall I stay then?

Sandor Mokhtar, 17 years old. No mobile, no wallet.

The stab wound to the neck could be from a knife that we have yet to find.

Other findings: A small container of what may be cocaine–

-a packet of dextrose. The body must have been here since last night–

– before the snowfall increased.

What about surveillance cameras around here?

From what I understand there is one at the entrance there.

But facing the street, so nothing here. Well, one more thing.

Sandor was apparently playing pool. His membership card to a pool hall.

- Sandor Mokhtar. Do you know who it is? -Wrong.

Wrong. We actually come from the Swedish Billiards Association.

- We are out on a little talent hunt. -How fun.

What has Sandor done now, then?

He thinks he's better than these, okay? A little boss.

And yes, he's up to some shit.

What?

I met him in a local down by the center the other day–

- and he was arguing with the owner about something. I didn't hear what.

But when he saw me, he snapped.

Then he just walked away, like he owns the place.

When he was here, I asked bluntly, "You're not into petty shit, are you?"

He was just tanning. Then he went out.

RXD 788.

Well, what does he want, believe?

He... He wants to party.

Look properly.

He looks like a lot of guys.

Look again.

His name is Sandor Mokhtar.

I don't know who it is.

Hi. Regrets.

- Are you alone here, aren't you? -Yes.

Stay!

Stay!

Stay!

And where are you going?

- He is armed! -Take it easy!

- Stand against the wall! -Come on!

And what is this?

Choose yourself. Either we wait for an analysis–

–or you tell us exactly what this one contains.

Okay. Sandor Mokhtar, is there anyone you know?

Take out my mobile.

Just tell me what you know about Sandor.

- Take out my mobile phone. - No, okay...

Do you know who Sandor Mokhtar is?

You are a police officer.

The code is 9094. Go into contacts, call F10.

-Solve? –Vättesmörj.

- Come on, Josef. How's it going? - I'm caught.

-Who is this? – Class Fredén. Who am I talking to?

-Alex Beijer. - Release him immediately.

We found drugs on him, so...

Release him immediately and come in to me for a briefing.

The gun.

Ojojoj, what a mess you've made in the blue cupboard.

In what?

This investigation has been going on for eight months.

We have material for several convictions.

But as long as we miss Tarek Mokhtar , we'll keep going.

-Who is Tarek Mokhtar? -The leader of this network.

He has not been to Sweden for several years.

The last time anyone heard of him he was in Rotterdam.

But we caught on that he wants to go home. Then we'll take him, then it's done.

And this Joseph, what is he doing?

Josef, he sends the guys out to customers.

Hotels, cars, bars, anywhere people need drugs.

The network needed a distribution point.

Then they hijacked this convenience store.

The owner gets a penny, but mostly it's about threats.

As you understand, this investigation gets—

- under no circumstances be compromised.

So now take your investigation and lie a little low.

- We have to... - Which is possible, Martin.

It is possible, because it is not a question of the prime minister's assassination directly.

Without a murder of a 17-year-old suburban boy.

We understand each other.

No, I actually don't think we do.

Okay, Beijer. I show my good will now.

You get to sit with two colleagues who scout and guard Josef.

But you are extremely careful with what you hear and see. Understood?

Murder is bad enough.

A few hippos in a china shop is the last thing we need. So!

Jump and play!

I don't know how this will help you in the investigation.

But at least these are connected to the network.

There are different places, premises, cars that we find interesting.

I have always been beaten at a disadvantage. Been an underdog.

Tarek Mokhtar. It's the boss.

People are on me because I'm successful...

And as long as he is not caught , the investigation continues?

Exactly.

Niklas, I'm on my way. You have to wake up.

He's on his way to the network's premises, they're a bit away from here.

-Back hurts? - I fell badly a couple of years ago.

The back has never been really good.

I have a naprapat in Söder that is superb.

-So if you send me your number... -Okay, Steinar. Thanks.

- Here comes Josef. - Yes, we recognize that guy.

If they find out that you arrested Josef , he will be pretty rotten.

-And then you move in? - Then it must be damn serious.

The premises are just around the corner, so we can be there in a minute.

Has something happened?

Sands. Sandor is murdered. He was one of your guys.

You should have protected him.

What the hell did you do last night? Huh?

What? What the hell are you talking about? I was at home.

You know Sandor is Mokhtar's nephew.

Yeah... But what the hell are you looking at me for? I have not...

Shut up! Now Mokhtar calls.

Tell him how his nephew was murdered.

-I don't know... -Shut up!

Salam aleikum. -Salam, ha?

What the hell am I hearing?

Your beasts!

-Tell me, dammit! - I'm sorry, I don't know...

Who the hell are you?

He is the last to see Sandor alive.

My nephew is murdered. But you're screwing it up.

- No, no, absolutely not. –Wallah akhi, I tried to call…

Shut up!

-Now listen, Karim. -Yes brother.

My brother.

I'll be home the day after tomorrow. Then you have a name.

-Do you understand? - He fixes.

Someone killed Sandor and I want to know and you give us a name.

But how the hell would I know...? So, I...

Who did he meet yesterday? A customer, right?

- I have no idea, what the hell! -Shut up!

This is your damn responsibility! You must find him and you must kill him!

Did you hear? Mokhtar is on his way here. Don't brush this off now.

Damn, how nice! Eight months in this damn cage.

And now Mokhtar is on his way here. Now we take this bastard!

So that assassination was quite timely.

Okay, then you take this Mokhtar. And what happens then, then?

Then we can leave here, because then this operation is over.

-We won. -Put the fuck away. Come on.

It takes three months, then some new Mokhtar runs the business.

Okay, but this Sandor, what do we know about him?

Mokhtar's nephew. An underdog, but he's working his way up.

When we found Sandor's body , he had dextrose on him.

Could he have diluted himself and sold?

If the league suspected he was making money himself on the side—

- he was really awkward. Then you have a motive there.

But had they gone after Mokhtar's nephew?

Yes absolutely. Then they can always blame it on someone else.

Shit the same, the day after tomorrow we took him. Then you can interrogate him.

Wait, raise.

When we catch that bastard, I'm going to take a vacation for a fucking six months.

Damn, how nice!

What happened to Sandor? He told me about the snutcola.

Tomorrow. You're stupid in the head, Abdi. Shut up and pull.

But Sandor said you had it.

-Get lost! Okay? Stick, I said! -What the hell are you doing?

I know all about the booze! I know all about cops...

Maybe just bad coverage.

Snutkola, what is that?

The cocaine they sell comes from all sorts of places.

And in this case from a bad cop?

Yes, that's a good guess.

Well, what do we think?

Yes, this Josef was in a great hurry to get Abdi to shut up.

And do we think that this Joseph is in the process of crossing over to the other side?

I do not know.

Lite "snutkola"?

I get to see the pictures you took.

Ask Ayda to lice comb every single pixel of those.

Ayda has looked at the photos on the bulletin board that you sent.

There she found a list of registration numbers for suspicious vehicles–

– which they had a look at, including an RXD 788.

Then I looked at the surveillance video from the entrance to Rålambshovsparken–

– the night Sandor Mokhtar was murdered. One of the cars matched the registration number.

-Bingo! - It is rigged on a Sandra Löfgren.

- Lives on Lidingö. -Who is it?

- Business booster. - I recognize her.

Calling himself "the new sheriff in town".

And the new sheriff buys cocaine?

Wonder who that is. He is in several pictures.

Where. Where. Where.

Philip Jakobsson.

"Aggravated assault", "aggravated assault", "drug possession".

Several reports from people he had close relationships with.

-Alex Beijer. - Can I be calm?

-Sorry? -Tarek Mokhtar is on the way.

It's sharp mode now. Can I be calm?

Because if you in any way contribute to it being messed up–

- then you will have a really difficult time. It's a promise.

-Okay. -You, Steinar here.

If I say "chocolate", what do you say?

Oh, you're all good at finding dirty colleagues, aren't you?

I prepared a pound of–

- so that Josef could make a first approach to the network.

The story was that he came across it in detours after a police crackdown.

Now he needed help selling it. So it had to be "snutkola", okay?

So you arrange cocaine, you?

Mm, are you going to have a party or not? Goodbye to you.

-What was that? - No, it's just private.

Mm, cozy.

I'm invited to dinner tonight with some old friends.

-Welcome! This way. -Thanks.

God, you're nervous. I have never been in close combat with the police before.

But that's not a bad thing, right?

No, we primarily want to talk about Filip Jakobsson.

What kind of relationship do you have?

If you are interested in Filip, what are you doing here?

Can you help me with something? He is very hard to get hold of.

Just checking with you if we have the same number for him.

And...

Yes, it's the same.

When was the last time you saw each other?

Yes, it was about a week ago, I think.

-And what did you do then? - I don't really remember.

- Do you see each other often? - He is not close to that.

Do you own a car with registration number RXD 788?

-Yes. -Does anyone drive it more than you?

- I probably lend it out sometimes. -To whom then?

- Yes, to Philip. For example. -Recently?

Yes, he has it from time to time. But it's my car.

I guess I do what I want with my car. Or?

Do you know a Sandor Mokhtar?

No.

This is Sandor.

So while some snort their cocaine–

- then the little guys who get it are murdered.

If I am suspected of something , I have my lawyer.

Thank you then.

Listen, wait! Come on.

I've taken cocaine. But that doesn't make me a junkie.

It's not like that at all.

– Did you buy from Sandor? - No, I didn't buy it myself.

Philip did it. But I don't know who he bought from.

And he had to borrow my car to arrange it.

But it wasn't many times at all.

Describe Philip.

He has been charged with several things. Target of abuse.

How has he been towards you?

He can be moody.

He can be happy and then suddenly he becomes...angry.

-How did the boy die? - He was stabbed to death.

Is Filip usually armed?

Yes, but then... I'm not a drug addict, I've stopped.

You... If you want to help us–

- so I wonder if you could call Filip.

And then you and he decide on a meeting.

- Is everything okay, Sandra? -Yes, it is okay.

And then you tell him when he comes.

-Do you have a free view of the entrance? - Well then, it's calm.

Is that him coming there?

Sandra. Answer, is it him?

Respond! Hell...

Damn. We shine him now.

How is it going?

Well, lots of motorcycles and cats. How about you?

Well, lots of golf and dogs.

It's Tinder.

All the girls I pick up either play golf or keep dogs.

Mine ride motorcycles, or pet cats. We have different tastes.

Don't have an account? Why not?

I have been single for a few months.

But... You may not be ready for marriage, but you can have some fun.

Exactly. Help him with an account, Oskar.

No.

Okay? So you swipe right if you're interested. Are you in on that?

And no is left. Okay?

And have you swiped right on someone who has swiped right on you–

-then we have a match. So then it will be... There is no danger.

We are checking. Okay?

She likes to play golf and has a poodle. Maybe not your type.

So then you swipe... No, not right.

No, but... No is left...

Then we'll take her, Lene. Not her?

No. No.

Wait. You can't just look at the pictures. You can read the text too.

Alex!

Glad you could come.

-Wine? – Oh.

- Now Alex is here! -Alex! Darling. Hey!

Oh, I have longed to see you. You look nice.

Damn, don't you have a life? You live at the gym, right?

Now let's not exaggerate. God, it smells so good.

What will it be?

Harald has turned old and started hunting. So there are rumors of the home shooting.

Hey guys! Deer, single-handedly liquidated in classic agent fashion–

– with a hail breaker.

Is there anything I can help with?

Yes. You can open the door.

-Hello! -Hello. Are you here?

How fun!

- Hello, Johan! Come in! - Wait!

Tonight, the security of the kingdom must be put on hold. Now we're going to eat soon.

Hey!

Enter now.

And now, before Johan's last bite, the position is three hails for me–

-one for Harald and three for Johan.

- And I'm really sorry. - It was delicious, Harald.

Yes, drive now, Johan. Come on, drive now!

The tension is unbearable!

What the hell!

Johan, with four hail!

Cheers, Johan. And the prize is a week's leave at a well-chosen opportunity.

Don't you miss the Middle East?

Or is it more fun to be a journeyman in Svedala?

Well, of course I miss Jordan. And you in the group, of course.

And to sound a bit pretentious , I miss the starry sky.

I haven't seen such a starry sky since I got home.

Shall I say what I miss? Those of us who were there then who are not alive now.

-Åsa, Åsa... -Don't I have the right to say that?

- I miss Suleiman. - Stop, Åsa.

Cheers to those who have lost their lives in the field.

Are you on board with that, Alex? Raise the glass. Bowl! Lift!

Hey!

Hell, how scared you are!

Sorry. You, I thought you were going to dinner.

Yes. But now I'm here.

Okay. You, I looked up this Filip Jakobsson.

He apparently works for Sandra Löfgren now. Did you know about it?

-No. - Got fired from his previous job.

So I talked to one of his old colleagues–

- who apparently call him Doctor Sober and Mister High.

Doctor Nykter, that's quite a nice person, but Mister Hög...

Something completely different.

-Damn, what you were at Sandor! -Huh?

Listen to me, everyone knows! Everyone knows. You were the one who killed him!

-What the hell are you talking about? -You killed him!

-Shut up! - He told about the snutkola.

- Back up, I say! Reverse! -Go in!

Reverse. Don't come any closer!

Let me go!

You shouldn't come here and talk about things you have no idea about!

-Take it easy. -Fuck!

Didn't I tell you not to come here and wave? Huh? Take it easy!

-Damn... -Hey, how are you?

-Fuck! -Come on, answer then.

Fuck!

-Yes? - What the hell is going on?

-Nothing. Nothing. It is quiet. - Okay, we're coming in.

No, you are not going in.

You are not going in! Do you hear me?

Get the car. Get the car, I say!

Abdi, Abdi. Look at me, take it easy. Breathe.

Take it easy. Look at me.

Fuck!

Brother, I saw you came home. That's me. Open.

I'm coming!

Come on now, open.

You're such a badass, bro.

Now they're on me because we can't find the shunon who cut Sandor.

What the hell are you doing? You're driving me nuts.

- There has to be an end to this. -What?

What kind of lazy idiots are you dealing with?

They're on me all the time like I'm a fucking child.

Find that whore so we can chill again bro.

Have something to drink. I just have to jump in the shower.

I have a friend on Paros who asked if I wanted to come down. Come along.

Greece?

We can open a bar. Far Out Café, bro.

What do others say about me?

They are jidding about you being accountable to Mokhtar.

That you should find Sandor's last customer.

-When is Mokhtar here? -Shit him, we're tagging tonight.

Either we are locked in, or we get cut.

That's how it works.

We have now wanted Filip Jakobsson for the murder of Sandor.

But we have several possible perpetrators.

Where is Joseph now?

It would be good if we could ask him some questions.

Well, it's not just me who wants to know–

-where was he when Sandor was murdered?

Am I getting it right now?

So Josef murdered Sandor to lure Mokhtar to Stockholm?

It is quite possible, yes.

- Hello, Åsa. -Hello Alex. I wanted to apologize.

At the dinner there, I... I really shouldn't have...

It is okay. It can happen to the best.

But I wonder if you could do me a favor.

Are you sure you have access to our security-classified personnel files?

-Yes. But I can't... -You can make an exception, right?

Yes. What is it you need?

I would need the service reports for a Josef Eriksson.

-Okay. For your sake. -Thanks.

You said that Sandor had talked about the snood.

I came in with it, it's been several months.

It's nothing new. Do you know something I don't?

It was... It was another snot.

Two kilos that Sandor had gained on the side.

You know, he always runs his own business.

-Okay, he said, who did it come from? -No.

Is there anything else you haven't told me? Abdi.

If there's anything else you haven't told me, say it now.

The Becknar phone that I got from Sandor the night he died.

I would take it and take over some customers. It's in the bag.

-What about the injury? - No, it's not that serious.

Okay. You must hold him until the day after tomorrow.

- He will be discharged this afternoon. - No, the day after tomorrow.

But this is a hospital, not a prison.

Maybe, but do you print him this afternoon–

-then you can pick him up at the autopsy tomorrow. Okay?

Yeah...

Mokhtar is on his way. That's your merit, isn't it?

You are absolutely sick in the head! You can't be here, don't you understand?

How far is a dedicated infiltrator willing to go for his investigation?

Did you think eight months was enough? Want to speed things up a bit?

I explained to you that if the wrong people find out you're snooping—

- so your two small children in Oslo can get an unexpected visit.

But then they don't have a father because he plays Dirty Harry in the town!

- Now you fit in. -Do you feel relieved now?

Hi. How is the swiping going?

Look... Really? What are you going to answer, then?

It doesn't work.

No, it's clear. No, you can swipe right then. Or left.

From my perspective it becomes... Well, you know what I mean.

You have to swipe. She notices if you hesitate, come on!

Okay...

I said yes... I said yes!

Let's hope she answers yes too, then.

Will you still say "Martin", or will it be "father-in-law"?

Uh, a little early. But, I mean, if you need a best man…

-How is it going for the Norwegian? -What's with him?

Is he divorced?

Well, exactly what his private life looks like, I don't know.

I know he's had some trouble with…

He is out on the market. He twinkles.

But dad, he's looking for a partner. Or maybe a little fun.

-Is it something criminal? -But what are you doing?

You swiped right! Now we match.

Then he swiped right. Or have you accidentally swiped his phone with?

Swipa?

Yes, hello?

Hello, this is Inger Beck. Martin's daughter.

This Tinder thing, I don't know if you've seen…

I'm sorry, I'm new to this. I don't know how it works.

Yes, we matched.

Okay...

Although it was a mistake.

Yes Yes. So then we're not going on a date?

No, I don't really know what Dad would say about that.

- So, I think he likes me. -Yeah absolutely. He does that.

But we might meet in another context. Sometime.

Yes maybe. Bye.

Yes good bye. Hi.

You, Tinder. Is it for all ages?

Dad...

You swipe. How hard can it be?

Did you go to that naprapat the northern hornet was talking about?

Don't you think I've been to every bone knocker in town?

It is as it is.

Sorry. It's worst in the mornings, it's just...

It is quiet.

I'm leaving a little earlier today, I have a little to fix.

-Hello. -Hello.

-Where are you? - The shop.

Perfect. I'll be there in three minutes.

Are you coming here? Why do you come here? Hello. Hello?

Problem? Are they coming here?

The other day, why did the police let you go?

You were armed and you had drugs. I saw it.

For 100,000, no one needs to know what I think.

What do you think?

100 000.

You have a customer.

Hello?

Hello. Hello?

There.

- Come on, I'll talk to you out there. - We can talk in here.

- Come, I told you. -What should we talk about?

Mokhtar is out there. He wants to talk to you, come.

Mokhtar is here? He was coming tomorrow.

But he is here now. He wants to talk to you now. Go then.

What the hell, Mokhtar is already here.

- Is it him? - Yes, that dog.

Okay.

So you're the one who's going to find the guy who murdered my brother's son?

-Have you done it, then? -No not yet...

You should have done that.

What's with him?

-Are you nervous? -No.

He's scared, huh? Drive.

You neglected to find the killer. You think: "Shit same."

Where did you get this whore?

He brought him here.

Where is he?

Come on.

Finish him off.

Who the hell is this?

Filip fucking Jakobsson. He you should have found.

The last one to meet Sandor.

-Okay, are you sure? - They are safe.

The weapon.

Come on.

Come on. Come out.

You wretched pig.

Please... I don't even know what you're talking about!

- Have you shopped at Sandor? You? -No.

Didn't you buy from Sandor? Did you owe him money?

No!

-What the hell are you doing? Shoot him! -Shut up!

-Shut up, shoot! -No...

-Come on! -No...

No...

I haven't done anything!

I don't know what you're talking about!

Shoot! Shoot, dammit!

Shoot!

You fucking pussy! Shoot!

Yes, it feels good...with you in irons in the back seat of a police car.

And you. Do you feel "relieved"?

Not?

No. This isn't over until it's completely over.

Emma. Emma. Unlock.

Unlock, I say.

Yes, I'm a police officer. I'm a policeman...

You've stabbed me in the back.

Not that look. You sell drugs with the help of children.

You are not a victim of circumstances. You know the risks of what you're doing–

- and you do it anyway, I don't back down a millimeter for people like you.

Are you playing ball now? I will come out.

Then you'll find me, huh? That's how it usually sounds.

Then you will find me and take revenge. Fingers crossed that you don't succeed.

When and where did you last meet Sandor?

I needed candy and I met this guy in the parking lot.

Do you know why they targeted you?

They said I was the last one to meet that guy.

And you know you weren't?

The killer was damn sure the last one.

So you got cocaine from Sandor, and then he threatened–

- that he would spread rumors about Sandra Löfgren. What happened next?

I got him out of the car, then I said "stick".

So... Yes, he stung.

And what did you do then?

I didn't kill that guy. What the hell does it matter?

Many who have sat in that chair have said it before you.

Yes, we went to Sandra's house. So...we had sex.

Sometimes we have it when we've gone for candy.

So you two can give each other alibi for the whole evening and night?

We haven't done anything.

Er... Yes, and then I went home.

-Self? - I think Filip went to the pub.

So you didn't have sex?

What, did he say...?

Was he at the pub, or in your bed?

What terrible questions…

What is the punishment for protecting a criminal or for murder?

You have some terrible questions there.

He was with me.

Yes, we're back to square one.

Good evening. I heard you had some questions.

So, go ahead.

Okay. Where were you when Sandor Mokhtar was murdered?

In the apartment in Vårberg and played Counter-Strike.

If anyone can confirm that? No. Everyone is dead.

All alone. Are you still a police officer?

You really can't let go that there is something a little fishy about me.

I have two things that I think you would be quite interested in.

The half kilo of chocolate that I brought in–

- that was not what Abdi was talking about.

Sandor had managed to get hold of two kilos of caramel–

– which he intended to sell on the side.

-Where did they come from? - Abdi didn't know that.

We can check if a few kilos have gone astray.

Ask Ayda to check it out. - More?

Sandor's sales mobile.

Damir. Kareem. John. Those are your guys, aren't they?

- FJ, then? - Philip Jakobsson. Yes, I am.

And here's one just named G. Who is that?

That's what I don't know.

It's not a contact you've seen before? Then we'll find out.

-Emma. Emma? Do you want something? -No.

What do we have here, then? Huh? What a star.

Do you have two phones?

Va?

Why do you have two phones?

I have two. Can I have... What the hell are you doing?

Stop rummaging through my stuff, dammit!

Hi.

Hi. My printer was a piece of cake, so I needed to print something.

Okay. Man, it's confusing stuff, that Tinder thing.

You ghosted me.

Did I? What is it?

You disappeared without a word.

It wasn't meant to be. I just don't know how it works.

I'm kidding, I get it.

-Okay. Have you had coffee? -No.

Grete thinks it's hard that I'm here.

Here and not in Oslo. She calls and cries and is angry.

Busy.

Yeah, that's too damn good.

Would you like to meet sometime?

Can't we have a drink?

Sure, why not?

But, your father…

No no. Without him.

And...

-Hello Hello! -Hello.

-Did it go well? -Yes.

This my daughter Inger. She got to borrow our printer.

Alex. Nice.

What a turnout. It's like a family council.

Steinar, I'm sorry about this Tinder thing. It was my fault.

I don't understand this swiping thing...

Dad, let it go. It is quiet.

-Yes. Thanks for the loan. By the printer. -Kiss honey. See you.

- There. - There.

-Have you seen Emma? -No.

What the hell... No one has heard from her.

She should have been here by now, or...several hours ago.

She doesn't answer her phone either.

Hell, maybe I shouldn't have left her yesterday.

What?

Yes, but... It was something. Or, I sent her home.

Her back hurt so bad. She was completely devastated. So for real.

But there was something else too. She was...

She seemed dejected and depressed.

Then she sat in the car and stuffed herself with pills.

-What, morphine? -Mm, and Cipramil.

Some anti-depressant medication. I do n't think she told anyone.

Don't touch, I haven't shot there yet.

Be careful now.

There's a fifth of cocaine in there.

Some damn burner phone and a whole pharmacy.

But what the hell, Emma. What the hell are you doing...?

I told you she wasn't feeling well.

Yesterday, when we had finished and were on our way home–

- then she would just go into a kiosk and buy something.

Then a phone in the car that was hidden under the seat started ringing.

She had two phones.

I didn't answer, but then a text message came. From Alex Beijer.

The strange thing was that it was written so formally:

"My name is Alexandra Beijer, Stockholm police."

"I need to get in touch with you."

And Alex and Emma... They know each other.

Why did she write like that? And then I questioned her, what it was.

And she was so damn pissed off. And like…

...wondered how I could question her, and then she pulled away.

Fan...

So Emma had contact with the murder victim.

But what motive could she have had for killing Sandor?

Yes, I have to ask.

He might have threatened her.

How?

That Sandor knew that Emma was a policeman and that the gang-

- the two kilos that Abdi talked about came from her.

Sandor was going to blackmail Sandra Löfgren.

He might have done the same thing to Emma. - Did you know the two kilos?

There was a crackdown a few years ago. There were rumors of four kilos–

- but only two were found.

Was Emma there then?

Yes, she was there.

There will be crisis managers for those who need it.

And I am available if anyone wants to talk about what happened.

So, take care now. Thanks.

Martin Beck. I recognize you. Stina Breide.

Steinar Hovland. We would like to talk to you about Emma–

- you who have worked with her. Everyone is trying to understand what happened.

Did you know her?

We have worked together a bit, yes. And with Joseph.

Well, then maybe you can imagine how strange this feels to us.

And we are sorry. This is inappropriate.

But did you ever think that Emma could be a bad cop?

Bad? How?

You did a crackdown a few years ago where you expected–

- to find four kilos of cocaine and then you only found two.

Would you suspect that Emma took the two kilos?

I do not understand that. How?

I mean what I say.

She wasn't even involved in the attack, so...

-Are you sure about that? - Yes, I was there myself.

Who else was there, then?

Yes, it was me, Jörgen Wiktorsson and Niklas Gustavsson, of course then.

Niklas?

Thank you.

Hi.

Hey. Damn, you're not motivated to go out to work now.

No, that's understandable.

You, the two kilos. You who knew her.

Did Emma do it for the kick, for the money–

–or for his depression?

Now I don't know if I knew Emma. This is all very strange.

Speaking of strange...

So you claim that it was Emma who took the two kilos during the attack.

And.

But the strangest thing is that she wasn't there, right?

- Yes, Emma was there. -And you don't remember wrong?

She was present at the attack. Or what, did someone say something else?

One of those who attended.

Yes. What, you think I'm standing here talking shit?

Can we take this at another time?

When my colleague hasn't just died.

Nicholas! Stay! Where are you going?

I'm going to go on an errand. We can take it later.

- Listen! -I am in a bit of a hurry.

Reverse!

Here. Get in the car.

Get in the car, I say!

Drop the weapon!

Niklas...

Listen to me. Are you listening to me?!

You're going to back off, you understand? We shall go.

- Drop the weapon! - Back up, I say!

Quiet. Calm down, Steinar. It will go well.

It was self defense. I gave him...Sandor an opportunity.

He wanted to earn extra, me too. It was pure business.

But then he started threatening and playing gangster: "Uh, I'll have more."

"Otherwise I'll cut you. They'll find out you're a cutie."

Well, there are a thousand more like him out there. A thousand more.

What the hell does it matter? Huh? Name one who will miss him.

Why did you kill Emma?

Yeah... So, what the hell, there's no playhouse out there.

It's life and death. You know that too.

Thanks for the ride.

You, Emma. Can I borrow your toilet? Let me stay all the way home.

Absolut.

Thanks for the loan.

But...why do you have two phones?

Va?

It rang when you were out. There was a text message. From Alex.

But it said "Alexandra Beijer, Stockholm police".

Why does she write something like that? You know her.

Then it seems you don't know her.

Does it do that?

And.

But you know each other.

So, you don't keep snooping on other people's phones.

Seriously. Who does that?

In the shadow of everything that has happened, our grudges still feel quite silly.

What do you say? Peace pipe?

-I do not smoke. - That's good, Martin!

You have to be able to laugh too, in the midst of all the darkness.

No, you hear. Have a great time, you two.

Can we have a chat?

Sure, come in.

I need a break.

Obvious. If you want an inside service–

- a while after your sick leave, we'll fix it.

More than that. A pause to think.

I feel like I've been scared.

And it's not so good when you're supposed to be a police officer.

No, but it will pass, Steinar.

Maybe it. I just want to be with my children.

And I'm actually thinking about doing something completely different.

But we need you here, Steinar. I'm not going to let you disappear.

That you say that makes me very happy.

But I think I deserve this . And so do my children.

Yes of course. But...

For a while. And then you come back. Do you hear me?

Right?

Take the time you need, Steinar.

Tack.

Men...

Hi. Yes...

Are you okay?

I'm okay.

-Hello. -Hello.

-Hello! - I just came to say hello.

-Now what? -We'll see. Fredén must have an idea.

-You're staying in town, aren't you? - No, I have nowhere to live.

I'm going out of the apartment. Going there and emptying it now.

I drive you.

-What do you say about Malmö? - I like Stockholm, don't you?

You like Stockholm, you like Malmö.

MFF, Ribban's hot tub, red sausage...

No, damn it. It's Copenhagen, right?

I need you for a job in Malmö as early as Thursday–

– in two years, maybe longer. It'll be good, huh?

Now check into a really nice hotel, and we'll see you in Skåne on Thursday.

It's just that one, isn't it?

Yes, and the guitar, of course. But it's the same shit.

Otherwise, I saw that the pub down there needs a new troubadour.

-An undercover band, then? -Mm.

- What did Fredén say? - Malmö.

-And what did you say? -Yes, what can one say?

- I have read your service reports. -Okay.

Was the Norwegian right, then? Am I a bad cop?

No. From what I can see , you're a very good cop.

And right now we are one man short with me.

Oh really?

And you like Stockholm.

Etc. I do.

Well, hell!

You, Martin. What is it? Can't get it up?

I have a headache, I have no Magnecyl left–

-and I've lost my best cop.

Yes, I'll fix that for you, Martin.

Tack.

–Martin? -And?

You, this is well worth a shot, huh?

And.

No, you have opened a war against the circumstances, Martin.

But there is help to be had.

You know, I exist.

Yes, I know what you're thinking: "With that kind of help, I don't need a war."

But just calm down.

Nice, huh? And it will get better, you see.

Is this some kind of hocus pocus , or?

And.

It was a Pakistani who discovered that I had the ability.

"Which one," you think. But...yeah, close your eyes, then.

-Huh? - Close your eyes.

Now you just have to take out all the junk you have.

All crap. Then you put it in a brown sack.

Va?

An imaginary sack.

Down with all the noise. Down with all the shit.

And close your eyes.

Down with all the problems.

Close your eyes.

And now...

Now I'll take care of all your problems, Martin.

What the hell, it works, then!