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The prosecution against Leonard Strandberg shall be dismissed.

You always get shit cases when you starting on a new rotel.

Hard to get someone down without a body.

-Still a relief. -Nothing feels like a relief...

...until I know what happened with Angelica.

Do you know something called Fredriksborg fortress?

You're joking? - Angelica Strandberg is not finished.

Either you pull in a poor gentleman thief-

-or I'll give you a brutal womanizer.

Mickey! Stay.

Damn...

So there. Luckily it wasn't some crack anyway.

-Thanks. -You are welcome.

Nora?

Anna called and said you were here.

-Don't you have anything that makes more sense to you? - She was actually worried about you.

I do not believe that. She loves being at Marstrand-

-and she loves her new boyfriend.

That guy... I don't know, I do not like him.

- He's a slipper. -It's better than the opposite, isn't it?

-Have you received painkillers? - I have received Alvedon.

- The nurse said that was enough. - Let me know if you need something stronger.

Yes you, so it was a loose plank then, right?

-The whole house is falling apart. - Stop, you're exaggerating.

- No, I'm not exaggerating. -I can buy it from you.

-No you can not. -Why not?

-You can't afford it. - I think this is good for you.

Like a fresh start. This is a chance for you-

- to let go of what was.

- I have a new job. - I know, but privately.

It's not good to sit there in the same house every year and sigh.

- Sigh? -After the past.

Nora, we had great summers out there.

But I think it's good if you just let go.

Henrik, you are completely disoriented.

I absolutely do not smoke after the past.

-And especially not after us. - No, okay.

That's not really what I meant.

I was going to call you.

-Has something happened? -No no. That is wonderful news.

Lovely. Gisela is pregnant.

-She can't have children. - Yes, she can.

It was her ex who shot point blank, while on the other hand I...

- But she's fucking old! - Yes, she is younger than you.

Nora? I thought it was you.

- Jonas? -Hello.

-What are you doing here? - I just stepped crookedly.

-Are you crying? - No, I'm tired.

-Can I sit down for a little while? -Sure.

-Aren't you working? - No, I've stopped.

I got sick, that's why I am here. I am undergoing CBT treatment.

-Therapy? -Yes.

- You don't have to sound so surprised. -It's just not really you.

No, it turned out that I suffer from aerophobia. Like this fear of flying.

-You are pulling my leg. -No Unfortunately not.

It came like a flash out of the blue.

I would take a cart to New York and then in the morning so…

...I started sweating and shaking and got tunnel vision and…

Yes, a classic panic attack, simply.

Yes. What are you doing now?

Now I'm going to find out who I am, what I want-

-where I'm going. It's very exciting.

And difficult. But it's not from Arlanda to Heathrow anyway.

I've missed you.

It is too early to say anything on cause of death.

But probably murder, at least a couple of years ago.

- Did he say that? -What?

- That it is "probably" murder? -Yes.

-What a fool. -What?

How else would she have ended up here? Did she bury herself?

Talk to him yourself, then.

Can't stand it. He doesn't hear what I say.

-Speak Swedish, then. -Bad language.

It's not certain that this is the murder scene.

The culprit may have killed her somewhere else-

- and transported her here.

She didn't know that one would build here.

-"Her"? -Yes.

I'm a little skeptical about "her" as a gender-neutral pronoun.

-Damn, what a pain you are. -I just...

Can't you just say he or she?

Do you think she will appreciate it?

Highly doubtful.

A little faith if I may ask, my dear lawyer.

Love always starts with brawl.

Now I can ask you to pick up your phone.

Now phase two of my special well-turned plans are initiated.

Thanks.

The victim has been identified as Angelica Strandberg, born 780525.

The body is in such a condition that the cause of death is difficult to ascertain-

-but foreign DNA has been found in the victim's body.

Probably semen.

Samples have been sent for analysis to NFC.

That once more in life-

- feel seen, for real.

That... That someone is curious about you.

That someone...

...looks at one with desire, someone who asks-

-and ask because they actually on really want to know how you feel.

And someone who opens unconditionally his mind and his body...

...and want nothing more than to be there.

To say no to all that, is largely impossible.

Well, I couldn't anyway.

It's my sperm.

I said I would leave Kerstin. Angelica, she...

At first she was overjoyed.

Then suddenly it was like she started to hesitate.

She said she wanted more time, she must think.

I got a feeling of that she was afraid of him.

- Her husband? -Yes.

That he had threatened her in some way, that was why she hesitated.

And the last time we met was like a farewell.

She would call the day after, no call came.

For three months, I sat practically taken with the phone to the ear.

Nothing happened. Then I realized-

- that she had talked about that she had a tendency to disappear as young

-when things got tough. She took hers pick and pack and disappeared.

So I thought, “That's her has made. She has disappeared.”

Then it was like that... became something else.

Something...too long ago.

And I saw it which was my life - Kerstin.

And so somehow so we found back-

-to that tired, boring, but safe love.

The one you can only have if you spend lots of time together.

You can feel damn awesome in a pair of tight jeans

-but then they squeeze like hell about the scrotum-

-so you just want to get home and tear off the bralls-

- and put on a pair of skinny cozy pants.

I can't lose Kerstin now, I'm terrified of it.

It's not possible.

And you know it wasn't me who murdered Angelica.

Yes I know that.

But...it doesn't look so good.

No.

No...

-What are you gonna do? - I want to take him.

Are you sure it's him?

Who else could it be?

You have two days. Two days before we get a response from NFC.

Thanks.

Just don't do anything stupid now, okay?

-Hello Jonas. -Hello, Nora.

-How is it? - Great.

I just finished a yin yoga session here.

-I do a few of these a week. -Yin yoga?

Yes exactly. It is so very good for the connective tissue.

Did you want something special?

- Are you eating something? - Yes, a sandwich.

Yes. I've given up on bread completely.

I only run raw food these days.

And then I can have a glass of wine sometimes of course.

Would you consider to take a glass of wine with me?

-With you? -Yes, for old time's sake.

-For what reason? -No...

You, Nora, are you seeing someone?

Not that you have anything to do with it, but no.

Neither do I. I mean, what do we have to lose then?

No no. Now wait here, constable.

Aren't you going to present the establishment?

What do you think it looks like?

It's porridge, an egg and a roll.

Yeah, yeah. But when you work in the service-

-you must be able to sell the meal. I mean, the oats, for example.

Is it locally grown? The egg, how how many degrees is it cooked to?

Was it a lucky hen that laid that and what was her name?

Is the roll made from sourdough or possibly a happy dough?

All these are questions like that The modern guest must be answered.

Answer this then: Suck my leek.

-Hell! -Violence! Overwhelmed! Overwhelmed!

Quiet.

-Quiet. - Lucky for you she's here!

You see how I feel.

I have arranged for a transfer to you. To another prison.

Yes, it isn't Beverly Hills Hotel, direct.

- But it's better than this. -Have you been there?

No. It's just defense lawyers who can afford it.

I promise to invite you when all this is over.

I will contact you when you have arrived-

- and then I want something in return. Is it ready?

Do you like it?

It's not stupid, Sylvester. It's not stupid.

Thanks.

- Hello, Pär. -Hello.

In any case, we can rewrite the theory that she has disappeared of her own accord.

-Angelica? -The body has been found.

What can I do for you?

I wanted to present a business proposal.

I have a client who probably will be in for a while.

But after that he has served his sentence...

It's never fun to sit inside, even if one becomes a believer-

-or builds muscle... My client want to be employed in one of your companies.

For this my client wants a signing bonus

-and a monthly salary, well increased.

-Well grown? -For life.

Who is driving me?

I represent Sylvester Markell-

- who is in custody for a number of burglaries in the area.

- We finish here. - We can do that right away.

If you take a look at that one.

Yes, and then I thank you for the call, simply. And on repeat.

And how the hell are you thinking that it will happen?

I do not know. I just know that I don't want anymore.

-You don't get a damn buckle! - I don't care about your money.

-You've met someone else, huh? -No.

You stupid fucking bitch! Don't you think I get it?

-Who are you fucking with? -Fuck you!

I knew it!

Yes it's me. I'm in the shit.

I need help. Do you know someone?

-What are you doing at home? -How so? What are you doing?

Dude, I...

I had intended to write a letter to you.

A letter? Why? Are you planning to leave...?

No no. Nothing like that. Absolutely not.

I have to go away for a few days, it's one thing i have to do.

You may hear things about me, about things I've done.

You should know that I love you above all else.

-What have you done? - That's the only thing that matters.

-What have you done? -It does not matter.

-Everything will work out. -Talk to me!

It dissolves. It's all you need to know. Trust me!

I love you more than you can imagine.

Why do you have the gun with you?

Thank you for being able to come so fast.

You're welcome.

-Are you okay? -"Okay"?

Do you think it looks like i'm okay?

Yes? What have you come up with?

Our guy in custody confirms that he should be moved.

But he has no idea where, because it is confidential.

What the hell am I supposed to do? with that information?

-You decide. -No no. Solutions, dammit.

Why am I paying you? at all?

Hello?! Preferably sometime before Christmas!

Wait! Wait, sorry.

We start over.

-Who knows where he's going? - Yes, it's just the prosecutor.

- Can you get to him, then? -Her. It will probably be difficult.

- But damn it! -Calm now. Okay?

Give me something else, then.

-Her assistant. -Good.

Look, he can. Why isn't he talking?

- Get her. - It's a male.

It can be whatever it wants. Just find it.

And make sure to get hold of that damn hard drive.

I do not know anything!

I do not know anything!

Please please.

Dude, hang up...

-No no no. -Yes, yes...

No no...

Do you have something to tell?

No, but then it will be like this, you know.

No, stop it...

-Now then? -No.

This is the last chance now.

No no no no!

- You will be moved. -So nice!

-Where are we going? -New detention center.

Good morning, constables!

Gentlemen, I don't want to appear as an alarmist now.

But have you noticed that this car has been following us-

-the last two miles?

-Are you sure about that? -Pretty sure, yes.

He's just going in the same direction.

But do you see this, then?

Yes, but sit still and just take it easy.

Okay, drive.

What the hell?

What the hell?! Hell!

Damn!

Satan, Satan!

What the hell?!

Hell!

Hell!

Stop! Stop!

The hard drive.

I throw out my phone.

I throw it out. I unlock it and then you just follow the instructions-

- then you will find the hard drive. But spare just me, I beg you! Spare me!

It was an explosive charge. A powerful one.

There is nothing left of his body.

Have you caught the culprits?

Not a single trace.

But how clumsy can you be?

What do you mean?

- The transport would be secret. - That was it.

It was you who allowed the transfer. You approved it.

Sorry, it's Pär.

I've been trying to get hold of you. Where have you been?

-Yes, hi. This was Karin Hagel. - Sorry, who?

Yes, who is the superintendent at Fredriksborg fortress.

-Yes, hi. -Hello.

Sylvester called me earlier and said he would be moved.

You were the only one who knew where he was going.

- Yes, unfortunately it's worse than that. -Worse?

It seems that Sylvester has just died in a bombing.

Hello?

What should I do now?

- Do you have someone you can call? Any friend? -No.

Yes, I'm terribly sorry.

What should I do with all his stuff? With all his supplies?

All his supplies? What, did he have more supplies?

Of course. You don't lay all eggs in one basket?

I'll be out at once. See you soon. Hi.

We have to go out to Fredriksborg, now.

It seems like Sylvester had more supplies.

Hello?

Do you find anything?

-What the hell are you doing here? -I'm arresting a murderer.

Why? What had she done to deserve to die?

What are you talking about? Have you had a brain bleed?

Stop. You offend both your intelligence and mine.

-What had she done? -She fucked behind my back.

The damn cow.

- That is Stenmark's car. -What is he doing here?

-Wait here. -But you...

We don't know who's in there. Now you just wait here!

-Go. Hands over head. -What the hell...

Go! Hands over your head!

I would have protected her. I will never forgive myself.

She said she was afraid of you. I was hoping like an idiot-

- that she had stung.

Yeah, what the hell do you think? It's clear that it was me.

I loved her, really.

And every fiber in my body-

- just longing for to put a bullet in the forehead...

Police, stand still! Stay where you are!

-Put down the weapon. -Never.

-I'll shoot her! -Shoot her then, dammit.

Then shoot her, dammit, you cowardly bastard!

But a hundredth of a second later then you yourself have a bullet in your forehead.

You are sick in the head!

Compared to anyone who buries his wife?

Ouch!

-It's over. Put down the weapon! -Never!

-It's over now. Put down the weapon. -Never!

-Put down the weapon! -Never! You must back out of here.

Calm and careful! Do you believe me? is so damn stupid in the head-

-so I believe you would risk it an innocent person's life?

- We do as he says. -Never.

-Now we raise our hands. -Put down the weapon!

Do as he says...

Stop! Stop!

Take him, take him!

Lay still!

So. So yes.

The ambulance is on its way.

Have fun. I've been through worse.

It's just a scratch.

I'll take this.

Do you remember the house ice in Hökarängen that went completely to hell?

It wasn't a game. Right through the purse.

One Two Three.

Two millimeters from the left bullet. Damn, that was...

Try not to talk too much now, okay?

What a thing, then. This is hell only baby food, I can tell.

I can't get hold of my prosecutor- assistant. He does not respond.

Yeah, and what should I do...?

We want to file an appeal in the case of Angelica Strandberg.

- Strandberg? - The shitty case.

Ah, the lost Strandberg. Now I'm really curious.

This time I won't lose.

See you. Hi.

Good work.

It works well, this. With the two of us.

We are a good team.

-Nora... -Shall we go? We're going.

Yes.

I have never felt this bad.

- They were fucking scary! -Poor you.

I've never drunk alcohol before.

It's the kind of thing that... I haven't told you.

For example, I am a believer.

Yes.

Don't know why I don't have told you, but…

I guess I didn't want you to would think I was...unmanly.

Because you are a Christian?

Yes, I am the whole package.

I am also a Christian, sober-

-I fucking think I'm gay too.

- Well, there it was too. -Yes...

-Pear... Pear? -Yes?

I like you as you are.

Hell, maybe we should have stayed at Eko.

Henrik is going to be a father again.

Huh? He's fucking old, isn't he!

-He is younger than you are. - No, hardly.

No, I think it's time for a fresh start.

- I think we toast to that. -Bowl.

- Oh, carefully. -Gosh...

Ouch! Take it easy! Ouch! Dude, what the hell!

You...

We are gathered here to say goodbye by Sylvester Markell-

- who has quickly passed away.

From God Sylvester came 45 years ago-

- to spread joy and love among people...

Text: Pablo Diaz Bernal Iyuno-SDI Group