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Damn!

He's all screwed up. We'll take him in.

Are you stupid?

There's a bottle too.
Hold your hands there!

What'd I do? Empty your pockets.

I told you to keep your hands there!

Sit down!

We'll take him to 5.

Let me go, you goddamn pigs!

Fucking let me go! I'll kill you!

Do you have a room for him there?

He was sure drunk at the Sheraton.

He got angry and cut the doorman.

4-0-2-16... Come in.

Shall we check out
the narco scene in Södermalm?

And give godfather Danucci
a bit of a scare?

Danucci. What a name!

So what? He's a classy guy.

Something's happened to that Nilsson.

Get an ambulance!

Who was it hit you?

Björnborg.

Björn Borg?

Björnborg...

March... March...

"March of the Björneborgers"?

He must have fallen and hurt himself.

I was there when we took him in.

Which we?

Me and Häll. Roger Häll.

- He was brought in drunk.
- Let me see.

Nils Rune Nilsson...
Brought in half an hour ago.

No visible injuries... Quite OK.

- He sure doesn't look OK now!
- He wasn't like that, then.

Call the forensics.

Åke...! Call Häll and the others.

They're calling us back to the station.

I booked him in. When I left the cell,
there was nothing wrong with him.

He was drunk, of course.

You can confirm that.

"March of the Björneborgers"...
Mean anything to you gents...?

Or the lady?

We'll work it out.

Good night, Mrs Larsson.

PENSIONER ASSAULTED DURING ARREST.

- What do you have to say about this?
- No comment.

Was the description correct?

I can't say.

Isn't your responsibility
as chief to know?

I've said all I can at present.

- When can you tell us more?
- Excuse me, please.

- Have you read the evening paper?
- At 8 o'clock in the morning?

It's about "Uncle Nisse".

- "Uncle Nisse"?
- That's what they're calling him.

- Nils Nilsson...
- Drop everything else for this.

- Bloody hell!
- He's your responsibility.

I thought he was in hospital.

- Do you have something I can give them?
- "Them"?

Yeah!

No, but you could tell them...
to talk to the Evening News reporter.

He seems to know everything.

Otherwise tell them to go to hell.

Here he comes!

- What do you have to say?
- I told you... No comment.

They work at the centre.
Sometimes as civilians.

They work against street violence,
drug sales and prostitution.

They are certainly extremely effective.
That's a problem in itself.

Are these all reports?

22 in a year. All rejected.

The regular thieves, drug addicts
and prostitutes

have been throttled by Häll and company...

With one exception.

What exception?

Danucci. The one they call The Godfather?

Could be. But he has no police record.

What's so interesting about him then?

He seems to get special treatment,

the likes of which I've never seen before.

The same day I received the report,

that CID heavy, Walltin, calls me
and says to forget about it.

- What did you say?
- Told him to mind his own business.

Now I have to confirm

our female colleagues
didn't use unnecessary violence.

Thanks for the coffee.

Bruno Danucci.

Roger... Can you come here for a minute?

Over there...

That old lady's been
wandering around all morning.

Maybe you should do something?

Can I help you, madam?
My name's Roger. I'm a policeman.

I'm looking for my son.

Do you know where he lives?

Yes, he lives in...

In Sundsvall.

If you have the address in your bag,
I can drive you, madam.

- Oh...
- Can I look in your bag?

- What is it?
- Stureby Nursing Home.

I'll fix it, madam. We'll go in my car
and pick up your suitcase.

- You'll need to have it with you, eh?
- Oh yes...

Coming?

Your colleagues seem to believe that
it's me who controls drug trafficking.

I don't even use aspirin.

Do you know how much you can earn

legally in this business, Inspector?

11,000... Last year.

After deductions.

I'm not here to talk about tax returns...

It's about a report against
fellow police officers.

I've been able to put up with your
so-called observers tracking me.

But I do not like it when
some over-ambitious youngsters

are harassing my staff and my visitors.

They were last here last night.

- How long's this been going on?
- Far too long.

God almighty...
How naive can a policeman be?

Violence Unit... Jarnebring.
He's from Gothenburg.

Anything more, we'll be in touch.

Of course...

Inspector.

STEAM CLEANING

Is that damn hick going to pester us now?

Hi, boys.
Listening to the "Top 40", are we?

- Can you tell me where I'll find Walltin?
- Don't know what you're talking about.

Ask him to check in.

Where the hell have you been?
You're 30 minutes late.

- Roger drove an old lady home.
- PR business.

You got the chance of a joy-ride tonight,
so don't talk shit.

- Now... duty calls.
- The jalopy's getting cold.

Alright now, just calm down!

You carrying anything?

Last time you promised to talk
about Danucci. Have you forgotten?

You said you could make a deal
with him for us.

Was it just boasting that you had contacts
with the big guys?

Or was that just bullshit?

Now you get pinched!

I asked you a question, you piece of shit!

You can fool around with crims,
but not with me!

Book them for criminal intent.
That should be enough.

Yeah... I'll see what I can do.

But don't expect too much.

Mr Nilsson? I read about him in the paper.

Things were terrible here.

People came and went. They did
what they needed to do on the stairs.

There were drunken sprees every night.
The rest of us got no sleep.

There's been a lot more peace and quiet
with Nilsson out of the way.

The rest of us here are quite happy...
Well now...

You've never done anything, you say.

So what would this be for?

To help me get some sort of job.
As a tradesman.

The prosecutor agrees with you...

He's bought your "tradesman" line.

So you can go
and take your partner with you.

You wanted to see me?

Walltin?

Danucci... The Godfather.

We've got a very complicated case.
But we're close to a big seizure.

Danucci's not into drugs as far as I know.

So what do you know, Jarnebring, actually?

I'll soon have him.

Then a lot of my colleagues
will get off my back.

We're not as gullible
as Häll and his crew.

Can't it walk?

You mean this dog?

He's the product of a project
conducted by the National Police Board.

The first example
of the portable drug dog.

- What's his name?
- Ludvig.

Federal Police-dog "Ludde".

Then I have an assignment for Ludde. Now.

Fuck!

Fuckin' hell!

This week's special:
Deep-frozen fillet steak, 139 Kr per kilo.

Is that all?

It's him! There he is!

Fuck off!

How the hell could you release him?

- Don't you realize what they're like?
- Ask the Public Prosecutor about it.

Incredible!

Is that all you have?

Seems our girl's been
to a candlelight dinner.

Where's the rest?

What are you talking about?

Get up!

Turn around.

Pull your tights down.

Yes... 70 from 12-20. Come in.

Panties, too.

Bend over.

Bend over!

Nothing.

Where's your boyfriend?

Puma?

I guess he's at home.

Police... open up!

Open up, we know you're home.

No, he's got away through the window.
We'll grab "The Beak" instead.

We're doing an address-check
at 370 Gamla Huddinge Road.

- We'll go round.
- How can you talk in that?

Stay out here, boys.

You wait here, Micky.

Why the hell don't you open?

I can walk on my own.

The later in the day,
the better the visitors.

Shut up! We'll do the talking.

So tidy. You been cleaning?

We've told you you're not to smoke hash!

Goodness me!

Are you from the Health Department?

I thought you were cops.

Shut up, you piece of shit!

What are you doing?
I'll report you, you fucking pig!

- What did you call me?
- Nothing...

What'd you say I was? You like
snatching bags from old ladies.

Show us how good you are now!

- Show us how good you are!
- Hell! Take it easy!

Police...! Surrender!

Roger!

Hallo!

Get lost, damn you!

Roger!

Come out! Or I'll shoot!

Keep anyone away. I'll fix this.

Roger...

No worries. Get some help.

He was left-handed.

It's sorted.

The bastard tried to shoot me.

Roger. It'll be alright.

- It'll be OK.
- I'll be cool.

Gunilla, look what I've found.

Three reports by "The Beak" Kallin
against Häll and Company.

Well... What do you think?

Someone else has several reports
against them.

- Who?
- Peter Sakari Välitalo.

- Known as Puma.
- Really?

Why this interest for The Beak and Puma?

Two active criminals.

Maybe Häll tried to shut them up.

Maybe they didn't want to.

I'm going home now. Want a lift?

I have a car.

Uncle Nisse said something
about the "March of the Björneborgers".

I saw in his papers
that he was a musician.

Was he just raving
or did he try to tell us something?

I think he was trying
to tell us something.

See you!

Bye.

Can you stop...

I'll take the subway.

I need to walk a bit.

What is it?

- What are you on about?
- It's nothing serious.

I need to think a bit.

Stop here.

See you tomorrow.

You and I are going to have a little talk.

Stop it.

One more! Come on!

The sequence of events is clear.
As Häll says...

Kallin drew a weapon
and pointed it at Häll and Berg.

Häll threw himself at him
and grabbed his arm tightly.

Kallin tried to break free.
A shot went off and hit Kallin here.

The bullet exited there.

We'll try not to shed too many tears.

Looks like the Force
has been given a new hero.

Hi, Roger.

Someone did something to the safety catch.

You don't say!

Do we know who's tried to play gunsmith?

Look...

Half a left thumbprint.

That's our gunsmith.

Then we can find him?

You have to have a thumb to compare with.

No it's not Kallin's. I checked.

- Can we trace the gun?
- I doubt it.

Not one of ours. Probably smuggled in.

I'm convinced it happened as Häll says.

It's backed up by Berg's statement.

So this couldn't be just something
they learned in police school?

- What's the technical evidence?
- I'll show you.

We've found Kallin's fingerprints
on the gun.

On the cartridges.

On the body of the gun. He'd had
the revolver in his trouser pocket.

Look. Traces of gun oil.

Satisfied?

Let the mob take over the town.

How do you really feel?

It'll work out.

Possibly. That's not what I asked.

Time to go.

A quiet look at the wog
could be appreciated by management.

Make it clear that we must expand.
But 100,000, no more.

It doesn't need to cost that much.

We need a word with you.

I've nothing to say.

They're wasting time.

- Has he had a brain injury?
- After 40 years of drinking, yes.

The other night did less harm.

But maybe enough
to push him over the edge.

What was it that pushed him over the edge?

An accident... a fall, a blow.

Mishap.

The paramedic had the same view.

Listen...

We don't know each other.

But confidentially,
and I mean confidentially...

...can you hazard a guess?

Well, I'd never guess
that he's fallen and struck himself.

What do you think yourself?

Does that look like someone
who's fallen over?

It cannot be excluded.
He could have done that.

Yes?

It's minced meat I'm interested in.

It's difficult for me unminced.

I'll leave that to you.
When can you deliver?

- It'll be as we agreed.
- Fine.

Take care.

That's it!

Danucci's special.

Where are you now?

Yeah...

When's that?

We'll shift to Code Red.
I'll head the operation myself.

Yes, Adam 5 is 0-0-5.

Over and out.

Yes, oh yes!

You just wait and see, Ludde!

Now we'll enjoy some mincemeat!

What on earth...?

It's Walltin. Scram, damn it!

What the fuck are they up to?

Move it, Micky.

It's just a run-of-the-mill hooligan.

We lay low. Over and out.

That's Danucci's Serb, not one of ours.

Cocaine. Now you've put your foot in it.

What will your boss think about this?

Well?

He doesn't understand you.

But we're a friendly lot...

You help us and we'll help you.

I'm no screwed-up arsehole...
Rest assured of that!

So it's all up to you.

No, Ludde my boy...

Chief here. We're pulling back.

Revert to Code Blue. Over and out.

"The damage to Nilsson's face
may have been caused as follows:

Either caused by others,
or caused by himself.

Either by a fall or something else
with the same physical effect."

He's left out teenage pimples!

Jarnebring, I have to...

How the hell can anyone
write anything so stupid?

It's not our case anymore.
Legal may decide to drop it.

Look at this.
It's about "The Beak" Kallin.

Did you know he was arrested
the same day he died.

It was Häll and Company who arrested him.
The same with Puma.

See... one hour

before Häll and Co. came to The Beak's...

at 370 Huddinge Road,

they investigated 17 Kocks Street.
Södermalm.

Where Puma lives.

Fucking hell!

Drive after him, damn it!

Now you'll start talking!
Have you sorted with Danucci?

No.

No? What do you mean, NO?

You think you've been given permission
to run around stealing?

Well?!

You'll find it if you look for it.

Okay, kiddo...

You get one more chance.
After that, things get really nasty.

Next time we meet, you talk.
Remember that.

Peter Sakari Välitalo... Known as "Puma".

We just brought him in. Totally crazy!

It's about a complaint you made.

Against Häll.

Roger Häll and his team?

Have you heard this music before?

No! No!

Take it easy, my friend!

Calm down. Take it easy.
You're in no danger.

What the hell's going on in here?

I haven't touched him.

Get out!
This is a Robbery Division matter.

It doesn't seem as if
he shares your taste in music.

It was the "March of the Björneborgers".

I don't know what's up with him.
The guy seems dead beat.

He wants to go back inside.

Sits here and confesses everything.

Such as a break-in at Stora Essingen.

I couldn't find a report on it.

When I called them, they said
they hadn't had any burglary.

Police... may I come in?

We have a confession
from an old acquaintance of ours.

He says he broke into this place
last Monday.

He stole some silver...

and some ornaments.

Break-in?

- We've had no break-in.
- That's strange.

Are you quite sure about it?

For heaven's sake, I'd be the first
to know if there'd been a break-in!

You read in the paper that the police
have limited resources.

Doesn't seem like it.

- Neighbours said nothing?
- No.

But because you seem
to have unlimited time available,

can't you just go around and ask them?

- That bastard's lying.
- How so?

Something's been taken
he shouldn't have had.

An unlicensed gun, for example.

When The Beak and Puma were released
they commit burglaries,

steal a revolver...

that he tries to shoot Häll with.

Puma fears for his life
and gets himself back in jail.

Alright...

But the ones that irritate me
are Uncle Nisse and Danucci.

How the hell do they fit in the picture?

Can you help the inspector?
Do you recognise any of these people?

It's hard to tell from a photo...

He's known as Puma.

Little guy, short...

Bad limp. Have you seen him here?

Puma? Who limps?

No.

Why would these people
have anything to do with me?

That I don't know.

Just an idea I had.

Do you make meat sauce?

I really hope we don't have
anything to do with that.

I don't trust Milos.
You need to take better care of him.

I've never seen him touch it before.

He'd never do it.

- I don't know him that well...
- There must be someone he trusts.

I'm sure he wouldn't trust
a little shit like you.

Giorgio... The Greek...

- He's the only one he trusts.
- So fix it with the Greek.

But it better be damned quick!

If you fix the Greek,
we promise we'll fix Danucci.

A cop came to the restaurant today.

Shown images of some guy called Puma.

- What was he after?
- Don't know.

Asked if I knew him.

I told him I'd never seen him.

What did the cop look like?

Dark hair. Around 40.

Crime squad.

Think his name was Jarnebring.

He knows nothing about us?

Can there really be a connection
between Puma and The Beak...

and your so-called Godfather,
Bruno Danucci?

That would probably mean
underestimating Danucci.

I have an idea that our friend Häll
believes that.

That wouldn't surprise me at all.

Young, over-ambitious people
often have a very lively imagination.

Yes, and you seem completely convinced
that Danucci...

is a kind of drug lord here in town.

How do you know?

Not through confidential conversations
with Messrs Puma and Beak.

You're not afraid to bet
on the wrong horse?

He doesn't seem particularly convincing
as a drug lord.

If you had a chance to listen to
some of the conversations

Mr Danucci has on the phone,
you'd perhaps have a different attitude.

Nightly deliveries of minced meat,
for example.

Maybe it really is mincemeat?

Illegal perhaps, but real meat?

Hasn't that struck you?

But hasn't it occurred to you

that the restaurant might be
a cover for something else?

There's one particular fact
that quite definitely points to it.

What's that?

That the man is a foreigner.

Italian.

Meaning what, exactly?

It doesn't add up, Walltin.

He's not the type.

We'll see.

We'll very well see!

I've had problems with my supplier.

Can you help me?

I promised to help a friend. A Swede.

He's an artist.
If I told the name, you'd know who he is.

20 grams.

Coke.

He'll pay 1,000 Kr a gram.

Tomorrow. You'll hear from me tomorrow.

I will ask you something.
What the hell are you doing?

The word is out
that you're asking questions about us.

Is that a question?

Question or assertion.

Why are you doing it? We've done nothing.

The medical report confirmed
that Nilsson fell.

Well, "confirmed" is not the word
I would use.

We're only doing our job.

Anyone doing their job
has nothing to worry about.

It's easy sitting
at your Crime Squad desk.

Never face any problems. Just telling
your fellow officers they're doing wrong.

Maybe we're not the best cops,
but we're the most energetic.

Unlike most in the Force.

How hell do you think it feels...

when you're working like crazy
so that regular folks feel safe?

And then we're just given shit for it.

The thugs can do as they please.

We can book them for a fresh offence,
but they're immediately released again.

Don't tell me about it.
Talk to the prosecutor.

If we weren't here,
the thugs would take over the city.

It's people like us who prop society up.
Keep the shit in its place.

I think you should go to bed,
so you are fit for propping.

It's absurd! Accuses me
of illegal possession of weapons!

That's what I'm doing, too.

But according to the prosecutor,
the now-deceased robber on the photo

tried to kill one of my colleagues...

with your revolver.

That could make you an accessory...

to the attempted murder
of a police officer.

I...

I bought it abroad.

As a protection for my family.

We'll take it from the beginning.

Too long in front of a screen
can cause a miscarriage.

I don't want any more. Look at this.

The investigation register.

The Beak is logged
the same afternoon he died.

Suspected of robbery in a supermarket.

Witness descriptions match.

Was it him?

No one's bothered to ask.

Mr Beak had to die first.

Sure, that's Puma's thumb-print.

No doubt about it.

There are two versions.

You suggest that Puma and The Beak
committed the burglary together.

They stole the revolver,
and Puma altered the mechanism.

And that "The Beak" Kallin
took it with him,

and then tried to shoot Häll and Berg.

We've the scientific evidence...

Kallin tried to rob a supermarket...

at the same time as the house robbery
15 kilometres away.

We don't know the exact time of that.

Do you believe more in a little thug
than your colleagues.

Not usually. But I believe more in a petty
criminal than a big bag of shit

that mistakenly became a policeman!

Did Häll assault Uncle Nisse as well?!

Whatever the case,
this is becoming very unpleasant.

I won't have these sorts of suspicions
in my department!

I'm as much against private crusades...

where we go behind the backs of our own.

Now it's only about one thing,
and that's getting the facts.

Nothing else.

Until we have something,
we shut up about it...

Is that understood?

It'll be tonight... 11 o'clock.

Splendid!

You'll call back? Yeah!

Yes, Ludde...
Things are starting to happen!

Yes?

I don't know what you're doing up here.

But if you carry on with that thumping,
I'll have to call the police.

I can't sleep.

I am police.
Go back to bed, before I arrest you.

Turn it down!

What?

Turn down that noise!

What?

Turn it down!
Think of poor old Mrs Larsson!

What?

What is it?

Now you'll tell me what happened
to Uncle Nisse.

I'm listening!

We brought him in.

Suddenly he began resisting.

Then it all happened very quickly.

HQ says they're not responding.
Last call was from Södermalm.

What the hell...

No, they're aren't stopping.

Let's hope so...

for their sake.

He's going to kill me.

He won't know what happened.

Hey... Calm down, Bo!

I know just where they are.

- Do you have the money?
- Yes, I've got it.

- Do you have the money?
- I have it.

Police! Don't do anything stupid.

- Scram!
- Are you alone?

Yes.

- Are you grinning, you fuck?
- Not at you.

- I'm giving myself up.
- You're giving yourself up?

Not before time.

He's giving up!

- What do you think you're doing?
- Giving myself up!

What the hell! Isn't that Jarnebring?

He's cruising too.

Soon we'll have the whole force here.

Grab that guy. Discreetly.

He's secure.

So far so good.

Where the hell do you have the stuff?

Listen!

I only hear music. So talk!

Listen... break in.

Now you've played your last tune!

What the hell are you up to, Jarnebring?

They're going up to Crime Division,
all of them!

Stand up straight, you piece of shit!

The reffo's coming, too.

Be careful what you say, Jarnebring.

Our friend's a policeman.

Inspector Tesikis.
We borrowed him from the Malmö drug squad.

He's my best infiltrator
into Danucci's organisation.

I have a problem.

Full of youthful ambition,
Häll and his friends

lured one of Danucci's employees
to buy drugs from our colleague.

Presumably to get something on Danucci.

We could not rule out
that he was acting for Danucci

to see if Tesikis was to be trusted.

That's why I've got into your case.

So police have bought drugs from police.

Easy to say, when you don't really know.

But I know... and my assistants know.

You'll get a chance.
Purely out of friendship.

Even if you don't deserve it. One chance
to get an insight into the truth.

One hour to understand.

I've nothing more to say.

- I'll come back in the morning.
- You do that.

Two things I've learned in the police...

To keep my mouth shut...

and that the onus is on you
to prove what you say.

Tomorrow you'll learn one more thing...

Those that are big and strong always win
over those who are small and weak.

Here he comes.

Everything go to plan?

No problems.

Danucci is on his way.

What happened to you?

Bit of trouble at the restaurant.

- Nothing serious?
- It's all sorted.

I have the contract
and the drawings of the premises.

They can move in a month.

Contract.

But this is no contract!
What do you mean by this?

I'm from the police.
You were selling 200 grams of cocaine.

- You can get 10 years for that.
- You're police?

- No, you said...
- Are you slow on the uptake?

Your contract will be with prison.

- You can't prove anything.
- No?

The cocaine is in your plastic bags,
and in your envelope from the office...

With your fingerprints on them.

- That enough?
- You're nuts!

We know all about you.
And we have witnesses...

There are 15 people here.

Chief here. Grab him!

In the end, it turns out, Jarnebring,
as to who wins.

Thanks for the show.