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Based on real events. Details have been adapted for dramatic purposes
and all place and character names are fictitious.
There have always been a lot of rumours about him.
That he's threatened people and things.
But it's never happened to me.
There was a rumour he'd poisoned the neighbour's well
to buy the land cheaply.
When he divorced his first wife,
there were lots of rumours about why.
He was quite famous around here, you could say. Infamous, in fact.
When the police took him away, I just wanted to run and hide.
But then I thought, no. I've done nothing wrong.
Tommy's done nothing wrong. There's nothing to be ashamed of.
Let people talk. The truth will come out eventually.
I've talked with my husband about it. We've tried to come up with...
...anything we might have seen, or missed.
But...
No.
We immediately felt, we don't believe this.
I call Katarina Rosรฉn.
I don't want to talk to you.
Did you try to check whether Molly's claims were true?
That's enough. Goodbye!
Katarina Rosรฉn has, despite several requests,
chosen not to further comment on her role
in the Tommy Lundh trial.
They can say what they want. I've never slept with Tommy.
I have a boyfriend, I wasn't interested in Tommy.
-You're on, Frida. -I don't want to see it.
-Come and watch. -No!
What do you say about Molly's claim
that he assaulted her some 40 times?
Not a chance.
We were together 24 hours a day, except when we used the loo.
I would have noticed.
We also invited Molly to tell her story.
But she declined to participate.
RIDING IN DARKNESS
I... Should I call Molly?
-No. She said she wouldn't watch. -Yeah...
She'll hear it in your voice right away.
I'm just thinking... If she watched this crap...
Let it ring.
I told her she could call me any time.
-Rosรฉn. -You bitch.
I'll teach you to shut up.
You shouldn't be spreading a bunch of lies, you fucking...
Who was it?
Katarina, who was it?
-Look, there's Molly! -Hi.
-How do you feel? -Like hell.
You watched.
-How was it? -I don't want to talk about it.
Let's go in.
Speak of the devil!
Molly! Have you heard the expression "lying like a rug"?
Shut up!
WHORE!
The coffee table is full of flowers.
I heard the parliament is going to take up my case.
Really?
Apparently there's a motion to strengthen the rule of law.
And they mentioned "Wrongly Convicted".
KILL YOURSELF! Or I will!
Today I thought we'd talk a bit about sexual assault.
So I want the guys down there to pay attention.
I understand it's a hot topic right now and we can't just gloss it over.
This is serious stuff.
Perhaps at a party sometime, someone got a bit too tipsy.
Slept with someone they didn't want to.
Speak for yourself.
Guys...
The victim of an assault may have to deal with the aftermath for years.
Often the victims end up in prosti- tution, addiction, other problems.
Maybe you think, these things happen, it's not that bad, but it is.
Molly?
Agnes and Victoria, I think he's coming now. Here he comes!
What's all this?
Freedom!
Freedom!
Linda!
You guys.
-The shoes! -The whole gang is here.
And look what we have here!
Hi!
-Here's your cap. -Wow, my cap too?
Tomas!
Tomas, there's someone outside!
-What? -There's someone here!
Jesus!
Get the fire extinguisher!
I'm not going back to school.
-But Molly, you... -No.
Never.
Call Dad. I want to move to London. Thanks.
It stinks that you have to leave the country.
It is what it is.
Have you heard anything more since the documentary?
No. Nothing major.
Do you regret taking me to the police?
No! No, no! Some things you just have to do because they're right.
I'm glad I took you to the police.
-Can I drive you to the bus stop? -No, that's not necessary.
It's just a couple of hundred metres.
I don't want you to go.
I'll write.
-You'd better. Often! -I promise.
If you want to call us, just dial and hang up and we'll call you back.
-So the charges will be on us. -I understand.
I'm going to miss you, Molly.
-No peeking! -No.
No peeking.
Allow me to introduce your new pony.
-What shall we call it? -So beautiful!
"So Beautiful"? Is that a good horse name?
You need to get her out. You can't have a horse in the living room!
What if she has to poo? What will you do then? Out!
Tommy's not allowed to have anything to do with the business.
Everything's in my name, so that's no problem.
He lives here. They can't keep him from his own stables.
No, no, they can't do that.
But just so you know, if anyone calls from SRR,
Tommy has nothing to do with the business.
I understand. Of course.
It's so nice to have everything back to normal again.
Yes...
You've had such a fight, Lotta.
We all have, but...
Now everything will be fine. Hello! Hi there.
Jens is here, so I'm going home.
-It was nice to see you. -I'm glad you came.
Oh, by the way...
Have you heard about Molly?
No.
She's left the country. Gone to England, apparently.
She got so much crap after the documentary.
That's what happens when you send an innocent man to prison.
I'll talk to you later.
-Frida, what is it? -Just drive.
Were you nervous at the last competition?
Yes, I was terrified.
How many faults did you have? Four?
Eight.
-That's bad. -It was the horse's fault.
Right, it's always the horse's fault.
Not my fault. I'm the best.
You've made amazing progress.
-Want to join the competition group? -Yes, of course!
You'll have to put your all into it. Train here six days a week. At least.
-I can be here round the clock. -Can you?
There's a lot of weekend training, so it's easiest if you sleep over.
But I can let you in on a secret:
Girls usually enjoy sleeping over here.
They get to hang out with friends, have a smoke. Do you smoke?
No? You just sneak one now and then? Good. Perfect.
He talked to us!
Agnes, dinner!
-Have you finished your homework? -I don't have any.
No homework? What kind of school doesn't assign homework?
-Are you telling the truth? -Yes, I promise.
You can stay up a little while
after dinner, but then you have to go to bed.
Where's Mum?
Mum went to look at a horse.
-Can we stay up till she comes home? -No, that'll be way too late.
But it's only six o'clock!
I'm teaching a riding lesson this evening, so I can't mind you.
So you can watch TV a while, but then you have to go to bed.
Good.
-How many? -Two.
Two. Maja?
Nothing?
-Becka? -Three.
There...
We're getting to the end of the game.
How about a drink before we show our hands?
Your glass is empty, we can't have that.
-I don't want any. -We have to fix that.
There you go. You have to be able to toast.
To the competition group! Come on.
Cheers. Cheers.
Okay... Two pair. Kings and threes.
Pillan? Three of a kind. Good.
Maja?
Oo, a flush. That's a good score.
Becka?
You lose.
What'll it be? Top or knickers?
Eh?
I don't want to.
What do you mean, "don't want to"? You know the rules.
I'm sitting here in my underwear. You think I enjoy that?
I don't want to.
Are you chicken?
I thought you were tough, but apparently you're chicken.
Are you?
Are you in the competition group, or are you chicken?
The competition group.
I was totally shocked.
I went upstairs and phoned Mum and told her what I'd seen.
Strangely, Mum didn't even seem surprised.
Stay out of the way until I come home. I'll talk to Dad.
-She was perfectly calm. -See you soon.
The thing was, Dad had heard me, so he knew I wasn't asleep.
He started shouting up the stairs and I was terrified, so I woke Agnes.
Hurry!
-You climb down first. -Keep an eye out for him.
Agnes!
-Hurry! -Vickan!
Hurry!
Agnes!
What the hell are you up to? Agnes!
Vickan!
-Are they asleep? -Yes.
They've been up to a lot of crap.
Oh?
They were playing loudly and when I went up to tell them off,
they ran off into the woods.
They were in the cottage.
What was the horse like?
Great. I said we'd buy it.
-Do we have to go and pick it up? -No, they'll bring it.
Great.
What is it?
Vickan called me.
She said you were playing strip poker with some of the riding girls.
And you believe that?
-Who was there? Maja? -It's a lie, of course.
She said you were in your underpants.
No.
-Why would she make that up? -Because she was mad at me.
I was strict with them. I put them to bed early, okay?
-What were you thinking? -What the hell are you thinking?
The kids have wild imaginations and you believe them!
-Vickan was upset. -Does she know what strip poker is?
It doesn't matter!
So you're the one making accusations.
She said you were half-naked playing cards.
Who cares if it's strip poker or something else?
I'm so damned tired of keeping you in check,
and defending you and putting up with your shit!
I thought you'd learned a lesson, but you're fucking sick! Get help!
Stop!
Stop! No!
Stop!
Stop!
Stop!
I'm glad you came.
I've got some things to teach you. Come here.
Number one: You are to stop making up lies.
-Tommy, let her be... -Shut up!
Number two:
You need to learn to tolerate pain.
You'll get a lot of use out of that in life. Come here!
Stand there.
Look at me.
Stop your crying or you'll get another smack.
Dad wants you downstairs.
Try not to cry. It'll go faster.
That was the first time he hit us.
As far as I recall.
Did you talk with your mum about it later?
No.
He was happy again the next day, so we moved on.
It was as if it had never happened.
When was the next time?
Well... There were so many times that they...
...all blend together.
Hi, Krusse!
In the beginning it was fairly rare.
There would be long periods,
months, where everything was fine.
But for each year, the good times got shorter
and the bad times got longer.
Eventually you were just trying to survive one day at a time.
Sometimes you had a breather for a few days when he calmed down.
But then it started again.
It was the same thing for Agnes.
Agnes and I were always tense. We were always tired.
We became experts at interpreting his signals:
How does he sound? How is he moving?
Often we knew in the morning
that "Okay, it's going to be one of those days.
"If we make the slightest mistake, the rest of the day will be hell."
People saw us as this happy, successful equestrian family.
We helped to keep up the illusion.
Me, Agnes and Mum.
Because we were so ashamed. At least, I was.
If you're treated like crap and don't dare to argue,
then you don't deserve any better. Right?
Yes, you do.
I can tell you I've seen this many times, what you're describing.
Shame and guilt are means of control.
I have to ask:
Your father has been convicted of sexual assault.
-Did he do that to you too? -No.
I guess that was where he drew the line.
16 October 2003...
Will you tell me what happened that day?
Agnes and I had a riding lesson with Tommy in the evening.
I was riding Krusse, our alpha stallion,
and Agnes was on a young stallion called CeGe.
That was Dad's decision.
If you have two stallions together you have to keep them in check.
Because if they start fighting, they can fight to the death.
Right...
Sit up straight, damn it.
-Drop the reins. -What?
-Drop the reins. -No.
You need to learn to control him with your weight and legs.
Do as I say.
Drop the reins.
Do as I say.
Agnes!
Dad, grab the horse!
-Agnes! -Dad!
Easy, boy. There there...
There there... Easy.
Thank you, Krusse. There there...
Thank you, beautiful boy.
-Did they start fighting? -No.
-Krusse calmed CeGe down, of course. -I'm sorry I...
-I just panicked. -I get it. What did Dad do?
-He's not fucking sane. -No.
He tried to follow me on his Vespa in the woods.
Fucking psycho.
What are you going to do when you turn 18?
I'm getting out of here. I've already talked to Mum.
I can live with Johanna. Siri's mum, you know.
I feel awful for just leaving.
Is it all right?
Yeah.
I'm going to do the same thing.
Has he gone inside?
Yeah.
-Do you think he's passed out? -I haven't heard a sound.
Shall we go in, then?
Can't we just...sit here for a while?
Okay.
Girls, can you come here?
Sit down. We're having a family meeting.
We're just going to talk a bit.
-You sit down, too, Agnes. -No, I'll stand.
I mostly want to talk to you.
You put your sister in mortal danger this evening.
I did?!
You left her alone in the riding arena.
-With two stallions. -You left too. Why didn't you stay?
-I'm talking to Agnes. -You told me to drop the reins!
He wanted me to ride CeGe without reins, with Krusse there!
You put Agnes in danger. And me! We could have died!
Let go! Let go!
-Please... -Let go or I'll knock your head off!
Damn it, Tommy, she can't breathe! Stop it!
I'm calling the police, you hear me?
Stop it, Tommy! For God's sake, you're killing her!
You have to come! Dad is killing my sister!
Heddesta Riding Centre! No, Heddesta! Hurry!
The police are on their way.
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