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- Hello, Pär. -Hello. Where are you?

-Home. - We have to be in court at ten o'clock.

Huh? I thought it was eleven. I will come at once.

Hell!

The court has deliberated and agrees.

The prosecution against Leonard Strandberg shall be dismissed.

The reason for this is that it does not there is sufficient evidence-

- to Angelica Strandberg brought about life.

No body has been recovered.

It is not set beyond everything reasonable doubt

that Angelica Strandberg has been brought about life,

and even less that the husband would be the perpetrator.

Leonard Strandberg must immediately set free.

Thanks.

See...

-Ouch. -I'm in a hurry.

-Okay. Where are you going? - Get scolded.

I'll tell Andrén that I lost-

-see her disappointed face, few banners, rolled in tar and feathers...

You, thank you. I had rotted on Eco-

- unless you brought me along on new adventures.

-Can't cope without you. -Bonnie and Clyde.

Mulder and Scully. Firm without vibes.

Huh? We have a lot of vibes.

Maybe it would be mother and son, then.

You always get a shit case when starting a new rotel.

The outcome was expected with thought that the body has never been found.

It is extremely difficult to get someone caught without a body.

Which, of course makes it clear that it's a crap case.

Bad loser?

The defense pressed on that Angelica Strandberg-

-had a history of mental illness. But in the preliminary investigation-

-it said that she wanted to leave her husband.

- Did she threaten it? -According to the FUP, yes.

Maybe they were just arguing. Such statements are never set in stone.

No. All the times I have told my husbands that I should leave them.

Do you live in a polyamorous relationship, if you don't mind me asking?

No no. I am serial monogamous.

I leave them one at a time. And now I'm single.

Me too. What to do with a man if you have a drill?

Yes, a little like that.

Will you enjoy do you think, here with us?

-Among murderers and rapists. - Absolutely excellent.

Dude, wow...

I think it's been ten years I sat on the span last time.

No one is forcing you. It's going well, isn't it?

- I can't find the mushrooms. - Busy.

-Are you sure you bought enough? - The jaw.

So it lasts all night.

I really hope so, because there is a sugar ban at home.

You have to watch out.

That was smart. We don't want to that he should not see us.

Maybe I will turn on the sirens too?

Fresh.

I can light a fire. Should I do it? Then you can grill them.

Stop whining. We have a good time here.

Now take a sponge and relax, damn it. Huh? Feel how it smells.

-Surprisingly fresh. - I said that.

Now I have found a little chanterelle place here.

Seriously. Did you take the shift just because that you are not allowed to eat sweets at home?

No, I really want to hit that bastard on the jaw.

I actually hope so some violent resistance.

The single malt bottle he took when he was inside us rooting-

- I bought on Islay 25 years ago. Do you understand? 25 years!

- It cost £150 then... -Yes Yes...

Do not you understand what would it be now?

- It pains me to hear. -You Norwegians have no feeling...

...for these overtones. Unsalted cod, butter

- that's the only thing you understand.

-He's not coming, is he? - Well, we have to be a little patient.

He has had the same pattern for two years: 3 days activity, 6 months break.

Then there were three villas on the Sandstigen yesterday. He is coming.

-I feel sick. -Oh my God...

I'll take five minutes. How is it at home, then?

It is just fine. And you?

Yes, that's all tajders. At least we can take each other

-without it being like stopping the tongue in a 63 amp glove.

Can you ask for much more after such a long time?

No... No, I don't know.

I thought maybe once.

Yes. You believe so much. I had...

Wait, wait... Look here.

Oh! Nowhere to go, what a shame.

What a nice trunk you have, are you going to play hockey?

No, I thought so. We come from the police-

- and want to talk to you about a series of burglaries in the area.

Maybe take a look in your boat.

Damn! Damn idiot!

The mushrooms...

Oh oh oh. It is loose.

Yes I know. It has been like this for ten years.

Easy to stumble upon. Oh oh oh. This.

This is sad. it is not some small soft wood rodents-

-but it is... Death watch, they are called.

If you put your ear to that a ticking sound can be heard.

Although I heard a regular gnawing.

Funny little rascals. They use that ticking sound-

-as lures to mate. And back in the day-

-man thought it was like that a notice, of death sentence.

-Exciting. - Those can do a lot of damage.

-Oh really? How much damage then? -Do you want to know?

Yes, I really want to.

The ceiling in here. We talked about that last time I was here.

- Yes, I haven't had time. - No, you're not supposed to fix the roof.

Someone else will do that. And what kind of idiot-

-who has painted the facade with plastic paint?

My ex.

Yes Yes...

So what should I do?

Yes, you, it's just to tear this crap and build new.

Wait! Choose hand.

-Yes, left. Baby, baby! -One more.

Yes, right.

My husband won't walk around and stink caviar at the station.

-Good morning. -Good morning. How's it going?

You tend to get hurt over the incompetence of the police.

Yeah... Are you taking it personally or not?

I can only announce that we have caught the burglar, finally.

So there's a pretty good chance-

- that we can get back some of our stuff.

It's not something I count on.

We got everything we asked for the insurance, so... Or, I got.

Yes, I heard about the trial. It must still be a relief.

That it's over. That part, anyway.

Nothing comes to feel like a relief-

-until I find out what happened to Angelica.

-Was there anything else? -No.

Idiot.

My client therefore agrees that stolen goods have been found in a boat

-which belongs to him. However, he has no knowledge

- about how things have turned out on the boat in question-

-and thus denies to the charges.

Considering the way he looks-

- one might wonder about the arrest took place in accordance with the regulations.

Yes, excuse me. Do you hear what I say?

Now it's just me here, but I hear what you're saying.

We haven't started yet. Waiting for coffee and something like that.

Here I bring some coffee.

Now. Speak of the devil.

Will you help me, Alexander? So.

So we have the coffee here. Baby please...

Sorry. Alexander, can you bring the lawyer here to the ladies room-

- so she can dry herself off a bit.

-It's not easy, huh? - It's... My bad.

Matajens väg 42, does it ring any bells?

No? Nothing there that clicks? August, two years ago?

I meant to open that bottle when I became a grandfather.

It has been there for 25 years and waited in the dark.

And once in a while so I picked it up-

-just to hold it up against the light-

-and get to enjoy these changes in color, the golden liquid.

But I haven't opened it. No.

I've held on and carefully put it back-

-so it can lie there in the dark and wait for the right opportunity.

And the right time, it wasn't when you came.

Honestly, I would love to wanted to sweep you properly-

-when we took you there, but you slimmed down off like a nasty little rat-

- and my colleague made it before. So now it has to be like this.

Sorry I did not hear. You wanted milk, didn't you?

Maybe you are lactose intolerant or?

Then maybe we can start now. So my client denies...

Of course he does! Bla bla bla...

Sylvester Markell, 45 years. Born and grew up in Saltsjö-Duvnäs-

-but for some strange reason so he is written in Monaco.

And he has financed a life in hiss and showers

-by periodically come home to Svedala-

-and steal innocent people's hard-earned possessions.

-There is no evidence... - No evidence?

We have so much evidence so that seeps out of our pores.

What can we start with? This is not so stupid.

Images from a surveillance camera in the harbor showing Markell-

-and his boat on all burglary occasions.

Pretty good, or what do you say?

Yes, this is not stupid, here we have a wine glass-

-which is completely screwed up by DNA, because the man here-

-couldn't help but be on the spot sample a bottle of La Tâche-

-from -67. And then we'll see...

Oh... This is my personal one favorite. What are you saying?

A perfect casting of a couple Salvatore Ferragamo in size 41-

-taken in a rose garden outside one of the haunted houses.

And this is not who the hell bond-Ferragamo of any kind.

This is a pair that was custom made ate, and this is absolutely true-

-Mussolini himself in 1936. It has a completely individual sole-

-and this particular pair was bought at Sotheby's for a number of years-

-by a certain master thief with delusions of grandeur.

Here we then have a scale of 1:1.

Shall we try and see if it is Cinderella herself sitting here?

I guess we'll have to see though.

If you bring it out... So. And so we now look here.

Absolutely amazing! It is little Cinderella sitting here!

Good. The only question I have is actually...

Did il Duce really have such small feet? Huh?

Yes...

Now it was his persona that was grandiose, not his body.

And on top of that I have absolutely nothing to add-

- until I get to meet the prosecutor who is in charge of the case.

Neck Police, what can I help you with?

Nora Linde.

And then she says: "Are you really Danish?"

I didn't know what to say, so i just said yes.

Suddenly I have become Danish.

I got the rest of the call pretend I was Danish.

I can't speak Danish. It's totally sick.

-Hello. -Hello.

-Hello. Have you been there long? - No, I just arrived.

- Yeah. I apologize. -Why?

No, I just didn't hear...

No danger. I just didn't want to disturb.

It felt like you were onto something.

No no. No, it was just… What are you doing here?

You have someone in custody who has requested to see me-

- in the capacity of investigating prosecutor.

Yes. I did not know... Do you have a new job?

-Yes. -Congratulations.

Not bad. Sorry, do you want coffee?

-No thanks. Shall we work? -Yes of course.

Sorry. Excuse.

It's the third time you apologize.

Excuse. No...

Nothing out of the ordinary really. It's a burglar-

-plenty of evidence, so it should be calm.

The only strange thing is that he insists on seeing the prosecutor.

You have no idea why? No. I'll have to go in and find out.

-Nice to see you again. -The same.

-All good? -Yes absolutely.

And you? Is everything good with the family?

Yes, everything is just fine.

-Nora, I... -I am going in. See you.

Hi. Nora Linde, prosecutor. You wanted to meet me?

Can I just start by praising the prosecutor's choice of clothing?

Strict and correct and yet bathing-

-in a way secret femininity.

I have always preferred the more restrained woman-

-which must be worshipped, very tender and careful.

And then reveals a chamber filled with priceless treasures.

Like a little boy on Christmas Eve if you look forward-

-through tissue paper and laces and bows-

-and finally you get to open the box-

- and maybe there it is a cardigan in the finest cashmere

-very warm and soft and pink...

Should I file a lawsuit for sexual harassment too?

I apologize a thousand times.

I'm having a little trouble navigating this new era.

I understand. Let's move on in the assurance of-

-that you stay damn far away away from my cardigan, got it?

Between us, my wildlings doesn't live in the same forest as you.

The appreciation I express is entirely esthetes-

-not the cavalier's. Is that understood?

Then I try one more time: What am I doing here?

-I'm sitting in a veritable foxhole. -Undeniably.

Prison, as you understand, is not one place for a rare bird like me.

- So I want to make a deal. -Such agreements do not exist in Sweden.

If you want leniency, make it easier the investigation of your own case.

-So boring. -Yes indeed. Was that all?

-Angelica Strandberg. -What did you say?

I think you heard what I said.

What do you know about Angelica Strandberg?

-Agreement? -What do you know?

I know she was murdered. And I have proof.

-What kind of evidence? -Agreement?

If what you say is true Then maybe I can solve something.

But then I need proof and put an investigating police on it.

No. No cops, it has to be you. You will understand why.

Do you know of anything that called Fredriksborg fortress?

Hello?

Hi. Hasn't mom come home?

Huh?

- Vicky? Hasn't she called? -No.

Not? And she wasn't home when did you get home?

No.

She hasn't sent any sms? Or left a note or something? Hello?

No no.

What the hell...

Hi. Can you come here for a while? Huh?

No no. Yet.

Okay thanks. - Grandma is coming here.

-Huh? - I just have to go out for a walk.

-Where are you going? -A job thing.

I don't like to eat grandma's carrot steaks!

-So... What? -What happened?

-What has happened? -Yes.

Yeah, it's...nothing.

I was out shopping.

You could have left a note or sent sms, or something?

Yes. I do not like that Tor is alone like that.

- But he is thirteen years old! -Twelve.

Yes, for one more month and then he is a teenager.

-When I was thirteen... -Yes Yes...

I have been home for a year now.

You were gone for three.

When are you going to start trusting me, then?

Well.

Yes, I see that he has longed to death.

Hey, now you're hungry, huh?

I have made carrot steaks and then it becomes kale.

It will be fine.

You must obtain a driver's license.

Yes, I'm pretty sure that it would mean my death.

How do I know I'm keeping up? inside the white lines?

- What if I start thinking about other things? - You're so crazy.

Yes, but I have other strings on my little lyre.

Your little lyre?

What can you for example about Fredriksborg fortress?

Nothing.

It started to be built sometime at the beginning of the 18th century-

-after the Russian ravages in the archipelago.

The Russians were wreaking havoc here, yes.

It is alleged that they walled in 30 pieces of Russian prisoners of war in the walls.

Those who were involved in building the fort.

Terrible. How is it that that you know all this?

Well, because my dad's only hobby was military history.

So it was really nice Sunday dinners at our house.

-Thanks. -Here.

Let's see. Here. Here down to left I think it should be.

-But... -Are you coming?

And then there must be an entrance down here.

Here.

-This has to go away. -Yes.

-Are you coming? -Yes, I'm on my way.

Here.

Here.

Hold.

Okay... You don't think so that we should wait?

Wait?

Yes, if we're going to call the police. So they get to go through everything first.

But we can't know what we are going to find.

-I mean... -Oh, bastards!

How do we know that this is stolen goods?

We might think it is a Russian treasure from the 18th century.

Russian tax? Okay.

I hope we get to share a cell.

-Nämen, you're kidding me. -What?

Oh...

Stay! What are you doing here? Access is prohibited.

-Yes, sorry... -Didn't you see the signs?

Yes, but we thought about it that they were a little old.

It still applies.

Please, can't you put the gun down?

-What are you doing here? - We are from the Prosecutor's Office.

Thanks.

I promised to watch this place.

Okay. The whole fortress?

- No, just the stores. -To whom?

This has to stay between us now.

Yeah, it's a little harder to.. Okay.

He is an art dealer with the whole world as a workplace.

-How do you know him? -Gosh...

You don't ask a lady like that. But we are moving to France.

-Les Apt, near Marseille. - Lovely. Soon, right?

He is in divorce, so it takes a while.

Yes, it usually sounds like that.

Do you have a license for that one?

No, that wasn't the point to scare you before.

I just wanted to protect Sylvester's trinkets.

It says the date here: August 29, 2020.

-When did Angelica Strandberg disappear? -The same day.

Oh damn...

-Hello! -Hello. You haven't seen Alexander?

He went home a few hours ago. It was some family reason.

Oh really? Has something happened?

Unclear. Maybe an afternoon snack.

Miriam.

Sorry excuse me. I try to hit personal from the mug to the coffee.

-Soon down under ten seconds. - Yeah. Wow.

How is Saltsjö-Duvnäs going? Danny Ocean?

-Sylvester, the master thief in boots. - Yeah. Yes...

It's like this. I have to have him in custody-

-and sat on a bus to Kronoberg now.

He drives the guards insane-

-and raves that he wants white asparagus from some farm-

- a separate hotplate so he can whip up a hollandaise.

It just goes on and on and on. He has to go. Now.

I understand, I apologize. It has been a bit much.

Angelica Strandberg is not finished...yet.

But it has nothing to do with Sylvester Markell?

No no. It's just been a lot.

How was it? The husband was completely acquitted, huh?

Yes.

But I would have to talk with Sylvester, alone.

Warm welcome. Feel free to strangle him.

I promise, I won't say anything.

Where did you get these?

In these times, it is information which is the very hardest currency.

You never know what you might stumble upon too snazzy secret-

-which you can monetize. Or, as in this case-

-turn it into your very own get out of jail card

So I've had the habit to remove the hard drives-

-connected to the current cameras.

I'm getting nowhere with this.

Anyone can do this in an app for SEK 29.

I need the hard drives, do you have them?

It is a stinging insult that you even need to ask.

-Of course I have them. -Where?

Yes, but now it was this with the leniency, right?

Yes, and I promise to do my part top. I can't promise more.

I'm afraid your best not more is enough, Miss Prosecutor.

Either you cage in a poor gentleman thief-

-or I'll give you a brutal womanizer.

I know what I would choose.

How I love to see you go.

-Yes, hello? -Hi, it's me. Nora.

You, do you have time to talk?

Or actually rather see. At the Harbor Bar.

-Okay. -How nice.

-See you there. Hi. -Hello.

I... I have to go out, so... It's work.

Okay.

It was... Yes, it was important.

But yes. I won't be late.

No, but... You do what you want.

Yes.

- I'll have a beer. -Absolutely.

-All good? -Thank you for coming.

So, go ahead.

We have found Sylvester Markells stolen goods in Fredriksborg fortress.

-We? -I.

Just wait a bit now…

It is wrong in so many ways.

You think that I as a prosecutor has visited a crime scene

- without agreeing with concerned police authority? Answer yes.

You can on your own have ruined the entire investigation-

-and our opportunity to get him convicted.

-I had to. -Forced?

I didn't think this about you.

It was Sylvester's condition that tell where the stolen goods were hidden.

Yes.

And it gets worse.

I assume you know the case of Angelica Strandberg.

This has to stay between us.

What the hell...?

-You didn't know anything? - No, I had no idea.

That is the same day as Angelica disappeared.

What are you doing now?

I don't know, I have to get hold of the original material.

It doesn't support screenshots.

What the hell...? Are you sneaking up on me, you bastard?

It was open.

If this had been Texas, if I had the right to shoot you now.

That would have been stupid.

Yes, it would have been a bit difficult for Tor anyway, huh?

Has something happened?

I just wanted to tell you that Sylvester finally told-

-where he has hidden his stolen goods.

-Was it something else, wasn't it? -No.

Or... Yeah.

It's just been a long time since we talked really. I miss you, I feel.

The same.

I have been busy with my pathetic attempt-

-to create a family life, so I haven't been…

-It is as it is. -Yes.

I miss my friend, quite simply.

-I love you. -Yes I know.

Okay.

What did you do with him, by the way?

With whom?

With the master thief, after the coffee trick. What did you do?

- I punched him in the nose. - Punch him in the nose?

What the hell did you think? That I would mock him?

Break off his thumbs? Push a pipe cleaner into the urethra?

I'm not a monster, Alex.

-Gosh... -But, darling!

-Damn, you can't... -Sorry, it was not my intention.

-Has something happened? - No, I didn't hear you came.

I was in completely different thoughts.

- I was just so surprised. - I'll get some paper.

Yes. Okay thanks.

Text: Pablo Diaz Bernal Iyuno-SDI Group