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Where were you on the weekend of 2nd September?

2nd September, I...

- At our summer house with my friends. - What are the friends' names?

Why do you want to know that?

They're just routine questions.

- Klara, Frida... - Surnames, too, please.

INSPIRED BY TRUE EVENTS

Klara, Frida Rapp.

Amina Khalil, Mia Thorstensson.

That car you drove, it's been reported stolen.

- Whose is the car? - My mother's cousin.

- Does this cousin have a name? - Carl-Johan.

Von Schmigel.

How did it end up with you?

We were at a family gathering and the car was standing there.

I felt like taking it for a test drive.

He said it was okay.

Do you know where Carl-Johan got the car from?

No.

Not a clue.

Can I go now?

You will get a revoked licence and a fine.

Mm.

Can I see?

- Does it hurt? - Yeah.

Did you really fall on the gravel?

- Yeah. - And then you drove away?

- Mm. - What were you thinking?

I don't know.

So what did Carl-Johan say?

That you were going for a drive. And where is the car now?

Are we supposed to just pick it up from somewhere?

No. The police took it. They think he stole it.

Stolen? That's the dumbest thing I've ever heard!

This must stay in the family.

I don't want any gossip.

Promise me you won't tell anyone about this.

I'll call Carl-Johan right away.

Come in.

May I offer you anything? I-I think there's some cake.

Mm-hm. No, thanks.

It's about your car, the Rolls-Royce.

It was stolen during a burglary in Rindö on 2nd September.

It's not... I-It's mine. I, uh, I bought it.

When did you buy it?

Well, it was a few weeks ago.

How much did you pay?

Um, a few hundred thousand.

- In cash? - Yeah.

Who did you buy it from?

Janne.

Janne?

Mm-hm.

Does Janne have a surname?

Svensson.

Mm-hm?

Or Karlsson. Karlsson. Janne Karlsson.

Do you have a receipt or a registration of change of ownership?

Yes. All papers are in... In order.

I had them here somewhere, but, uh...

Where the heck did I put them?

Um, Mother, do you know where... where...

- The papers? - Yeah.

- No idea. - No.

So, how was school this week?

Any interesting lectures?

No, not exactly.

What's going on here?

Why don't you ask Mum?

What?

How can you just sit there and not say anything?

Dad, did you know that Mum is sleeping with Lars?

Wow. Um...

He-Here's, uh... Here's the thing.

We're in a group of couples who meet up over nice dinners,

drink wine and have a good time,

and, uh, it may have happened that we have, uh,

given each other the... the freedom to

swap or...

Swap?

Th-This doesn't mean that, um, me and Viveca don't love each other.

Okay, we don't want to know anything more than that.

Uh, uh, I understand. Um...

Uh, you know what? Let's forget this.

- Some more wine? - Thank you.

- Mm. Could you pass me the sauce? - Here you go.

Thank you.

What I'm saying is the police called.

A pawn shop had contacted them. Some fucking woman has pawned my jewellery!

Fuck!

They have her name and the police are on their way.

I've put the laundry that needs ironing there.

Well, I need to go home. I'm not feeling well.

But, sweetie, you can't just come and go as you please.

- You haven't finished cleaning. - But aren't you listening?

- Yes. - I'm not well.

Hm. But, Mia, surely you have strength enough to iron a little?

No... You know what, I quit.

I don't want to clean your house.

And just so you know, your husband gropes me when you're not looking.

I pawned them on the other side of town,

using another name.

They shouldn't be able to work out it was me.

You're sure it was the Carlssons' jewellery?

Th-That's the strange part. I was quite certain it was not that jewellery.

Okay, but regardless, we said we wouldn't sell anything off, right?

Yes, yes, I know that.

- But I was broke. - My God, Mia!

What about the other stuff in the barn? We have to get rid of it.

Not possible. Not right now.

- No? Why not? - Because.

What about Carl-Johan?

Come on, can we really trust him?

- Mm-hm. We can. - How do you know?

Amina, please. Amina, chill out.

I'm telling you, he's not a problem. Just let me...

- You've got to trust me! - Okay.

Okay, Mia, if the police show up at your place,

you have to tell them you did this on your own.

You don't mention our names. Got it?

Yes, but...

You know I am terrible at lying.

I know. Ask Amina. She's an expert.

What's wrong with you two?

- She's fucking Calle. - What?

- Are you sleeping with him? - No!

You're such a fucking liar.

Is there anything else you'd like to tell me?

Huh?

Trisha knows.

Who?

Our nanny.

She knows what we're up to. She's blackmailing me.

- What? - Excuse me?

She wants money to keep quiet.

- And I've already given her some... - Wait, stop! How can she know this?

When Lollo was at my place. I was gonna sell the paintings.

She overheard us.

You've known that long and haven't said anything?

- Are you out of your mind? - Why tell us now?

If we'd have known, of course we wouldn't have continued.

I gave her the earrings. Gunilla's emerald earrings.

What? But... You're saying she could have pawned them?

I don't know, but I told her not to do it!

But clearly she has, 'cause I certainly haven't!

So fucking stupid, Amina! For real. Why haven't you said anything?

- This is so fucking screwed. - The police could question her!

All right. We have to do something about this.

No, now. We have to do something. Come on, Amina.

Why didn't you tell us?

Could you come? I need your help with something in the basement.

I think there's a water leak. There's a sound coming from the bath.

- Stop it. What are you doing? - Shut up.

Ow, my arm!

Now you keep your mouth shut!

You will stop blackmailing Amina!

If the police ask about the jewellery, you didn't get them from Amina.

You won't even mention her name. Got it?

- Do you understand what I'm saying? - Okay, Lollo.

How long are we gonna let her stay down there?

She needs to realise we mean business.

Yeah.

- Who's that? - How the hell would I know?

Hello.

Lena Lundqvist, the Police, North District.

We're looking for Trisha Rodríguez.

- She works here, right? - Uh-huh.

Is she here now?

Yes.

Can we talk to her?

Yeah. Um, um, I'm just gonna go get her.

Why the hell did you say she was home?

The police are here.

They want to speak with you.

Not a word about us, got it?

When they ask about the jewellery, you say that you found it.

- Sh! - Or there will be hell to pay!

- Lollo, we have to go. - Got it?!

- Listen to me. You found it. - Sh.

- You found it. - Uh-huh.

How long have you been in Sweden?

- This time? - Mm.

Five months. I'm accompanying the Khalils.

We know you pawned a pair of earrings at the pawn shop in Mörby.

Earrings that have been reported stolen.

They were stolen during a break-in

at the Carlsson family's place at Grottestigen 5.

Trisha...

How did you get the earrings? Did somebody give them to you?

No.

Do you know Mia Thorstensson, who cleans at the Carlssons'?

No.

- Get the earrings from her? - No.

Does the name Janne Karlsson ring a bell?

Or Carl-Johan von Schmigel?

No.

- Why are they asking about Carl-Johan? - Dunno

They've found the barn!

Would you rather come with us to the police station?

- Perhaps it's easier to talk there? - No.

No?

We understand you fear for your job,

but it can get a lot worse if you don't tell us the truth.

No, please, no.

How did you get the earrings?

I... I... I found them.

So you found them?

Yes.

Whereabouts?

I... I was in the city, and there was this bag.

It was inside the bag.

So, you found them by chance?

Yes.

Amina Khalil.

- She's also friends with Louise Millkvist. - Hm.

Nothing will happen to you as long as you do exactly what we say.

Carl-Johan must have said something.

- No. No, he's cool. - Why else would they ask about him?

I promise, they don't know anything about the barn or our stuff.

Okay?

I'm going home.

I don't trust Amina any more.

How can she wait this long before saying anything?

And then Mia selling stuff behind our backs. It's fucking awful.

Um...

I have to show you something.

I...

I kept this and...

What's that? Are you joking, Frida?

Have you been gathering stuff from every bloody place?

Yeah, but it's like trophies, sort of...

Don't you realise that it's evidence? It must go!

We said not to keep anything at home.

Have you heard anything from the prosecutor

about the search warrant at Carl-Johan von Schmigel's?

No. If so, I would have told you.

Okay. Because I've checked out Louise Millkvist's friends.

Mm-hm.

It turns out her summer house, where she was on September 2nd,

is in Vaxholm, less than ten minutes from Rindö,

where the Rolls-Royce was stolen that same weekend.

And Mia Thorstensson cleans at the Carlssons',

who also had a break-in.

Khalil's housemaid Trisha didn't give us anything,

but she's connected to Amina Khalil.

And then you have Klara and Frida Rapp...

That's right. The rabbit cage.

Exactly.

And Louise Millkvist drove the Rolls that was stolen from Rindö.

Five girls.

And in 12 of the 18 burglaries,

five empty champagne flutes were left at the scene.

Hm.

You think it's them? The Djursholm girls?

There are just too many coincidences.

And there's something about von Schmigel. Perhaps they store the stolen goods there?

Long shot perhaps, but I say we bring them in.

But why would they do something like this? Huh?

We're lacking a motive. And they're definitely no professionals.

- You have a better suggestion? - No.

But the parents will raise hell over this.

Surely you understood it was illegal taking them to the pawn shop?

Trisha, if you needed money, you could've come straight to us.

Wait.

Don't. Amina, will you answer?

Yeah.

I'm afraid that we can't let you work here any more.

It's not possible.

Oh. Hi.

Hi.

- Did you forget we're going out tonight? - No.

But

I can't.

What do you mean you can't? Or what...

Why not?

Whatever. I just can't.

Is it 'cause of my sister?

No.

I just...

I just don't think we should see each other.

It doesn't work.

Okay.

But I don't get it. What? Did something happen?

It just doesn't work, okay?

I'm sorry.

I have to go in.

- You have to pack your bags. - I'm so sorry.

I'll book a flight for you.

Frida, come here.

Hey. Your Dad and I have talked now.

We won't be having those dinner parties any more.

- Mia, are you asleep? - What is it?

Have you been crying?

I just wanted to come in and say goodnight.

Has something happened?

Mummy...

I can't take this any more.

I quit today, at the Carlssons'.

That's not such a big deal.

God, I never liked them anyway. Yuck!

He gropes me.

What? What did he do?

I mean, it's not that bad.

He just touches my butt sometimes and comments about my breasts...

Hey. How strong of you to speak up. That was great of you.

I'm going to the clinic now.

No, you're not, 'cause I've given you leave.

It doesn't do you well to sit there and brood. It just makes you confused.

This is the deal now.

And, hey,

forget about Viveca.

She will never leave Claes.

What the hell do you know about that?

More than you, obviously.

The police?

What do they want?

- There's a police car outside. - What?

- Have you got rid of the box? - No.

- What the fuck? It's evidence! - I haven't had the time!

- Now what the hell should we do? - I don't know.

Girls, the police are here and want to talk to you!

Fuck. We haven't got our stories straight.

Write down where you've been and with whom below every date.

So you were at Louise Millkvist's summer house on 1st and 2nd September?

- What were you doing there? - We were studying.

Uh, and picking mushrooms.

But we didn't find any.

- Um, we went out on a boat ride. - Where did you go with the boat?

On the lake.

Did you go to Rindö?

- Why did you go ashore at Rindö? - We were going to pick mushrooms.

But we didn't find any.

Your friend Louise Millkvist has driven a stolen Rolls-Royce.

It was stolen from a garage in Rindö in connection with a burglary

the same weekend you were picking mushrooms.

- She got pulled over. - What?

Do you know how Louise may have gotten hold of the car?

No. No idea.

Does the name Trisha Rodríguez ring a bell?

She's the nanny for Amina's.

Trisha pawned a pair of earrings that were stolen from the Carlssons'.

You clean at the Carlssons'. Friends with Amina.

Do you know who Carl-Johan von Schmigel is?

He's a... He's a relative of Lollo.

Have you met him?

Once, I think.

On what occasion?

Um, I went with Lollo when she was going there.

We made a trip of it.

How often do you visit Carl-Johan von Schmigel?

- Not particularly often. - Have your friends been there with you?

- No. - Amina told me she's been there with you.

You drove a stolen car.

Are there more stolen goods at Carl-Johan von Schmigel's?

No.

Well, how would I know?

It's 12 o'clock, here is the news,

starting with new information about how prime ministerial candidate Mona Sahlin

used the government's debit card.

Hey.

Hi. What are you doing out here?

Margareta's in there.

I don't understand what the police are doing.

Me neither. It has to be a mistake.

They're so awfully incompetent.

We're filing charges.

Uh...

- Does Claes know? - Yeah, yeah. He's on his way here.

He's just picking up a few papers for the lawyer.

N-No. I mean, uh, you and me.

I-I told Margareta.

Please.

I'll never leave Claes. Surely you understand that?

We have to end this now.

It's the best for everyone.

Come inside now, hm?

Hi.

I'd like to report an ongoing burglary.

Yes, that's correct. They're inside the house now.

Bjelkevägen 44.

Bjelkevägen four four.

Yes, on Djursholm.

Hurry the hell up!

Something is not right.

Look at them! They're hiding something.

Why is Louise lying about Amina having been with her at Carl-Johan's?

Any ideas?

We have to search von Schmigel's house first, before we let the girls go.

Okay, we're going to perform a search at Carl-Johan von Schmigel's house.

Anything you'd like to add?

- May I see the warrant? - Hm.

Good afternoon. We have a search warrant.

Let's split up.

Team 1, go upstairs, and Team 2, start with the eastern wing.

- Where's the key to this cabinet? - I have no idea!

Um, perhaps it's over there. I don't know, I don't know.

We might have to break in to the cabinet.

Upstairs, all clear. Let's check the outhouses now.

- We're coming. - Come on.

I don't get how can they believe that our daughters are burglars?

To think this can happen in Sweden.

Yes, of course. Speak to you later.

- Sorry I'm late. We've had a break-in. - Now?

An hour ago.

I got home and called the police, who caught them red-handed.

Meanwhile, our girls are sitting here being interrogated

over a crime they clearly haven't committed.

Well, empty in here too.

There's nothing out here. Can you let this go now?

It is not them.

Girls like them don't need to steal. They already have everything. Come on now.

You can go now.

Your parents are waiting outside.

That's great.

Thanks.

Mikael Sjödin...

you were convicted of burglary in Mälarhöjden in '91,

and Västertorp in '90.

- Do you like champagne? - What?

In addition to the goods from the Rapp family,

we have tracked items from three other burglaries in your car.

There.

These were stolen from a summer house in Rindö

and three other addresses in Djursholm.

You were caught red-handed.

These burglaries will put you away for a long time.

We're talking stolen goods worth millions.

Cheers to your fucking box of trophies, Frida.

Yeah, it saved us.

I still don't get what happened to all the stuff.

It must have been Carl-Johan. He's so goddamn weird.

Screw that.

Hey. Right, guys, to us!

Fuck, that was close!

Cheers!

Tequila, right?

Hey, are you joking?

I'd rather have a vodka!

Vodka? That's gross!

Louise, you have to get up now.

Your Dad and I will be staying at the Grand Hotel for a few days.

We're exhausted after this ordeal.

I want you to go and clean out the practice. Take the girls with you.

What? Why?

Just go there. I don't want to argue about it.

But, Mum...

No, Louise.

Not one more word from your mouth.

And let some air in. It stinks of alcohol.

Right, so they're staying at the Grand while we have to clean here.

So unfair.

How much will we get paid?

Whoa.

What...

What the fuck?

- Did you know about this? - No.

It's your mum!

Damn, this is so sick.

Margareta...

She must have understood.

Huh? What?

Carl-Johan. He must have told her everything.

Shown her the stuff in the barn and everything.

We have to take care of this now.

It's a matter of time before the police come back.

- What do you mean, "we"? - You're just as involved as those girls!

How the fuck could you have allowed this to happen?!

Well...

It went wrong, Margareta.

- All of this is ours? - "Ours?" I don't know about that.

I wonder how much everything is worth.

So, where should we strike next time?

Nobody else than you ♪