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Chest, head. A professional job.

- No sign of forced entry. - Anything on CCTV?

Nothing. The perp pulled a fuse before entering.

Look for any CCTV footage from the front and back.

- The shops and offices across the street. - I'm on it.

The French woman?

Or Rasmus Ståhlgren himself. Ex-military.

Rasmus was with me last night.

Nothing happened.

Any phone calls, any visitors?

- Was he home all night? - I woke up at 5:30. He was gone.

You got the tracking program on his computer?

We need to check a tracking. A laptop, activated last night.

Are you okay?

- Yes. - Good.

Leave through the basement, find a safe spot. Let's meet at the station.

- But I... - End of discussion.

I told Ståhlgren that I owe money to some people,

and they're after me and want to hurt me.

I didn't think he would do anything.

Hell of a gamble.

- What was Holmström doing there? - Checking the camera.

- Did he have his badge on him? - No.

I haven't been burned, okay? Ståhlgren doesn't know I'm a cop.

I'll keep going, just until the auction next week.

I'll give you Rasmus and his connections on a silver plate.

Otherwise Holmström died for nothing.

I'm so sorry.

Did he have any family?

Have you ever fired a weapon in the line of duty?

No.

It's unregistered.

What's your stand on taking a life?

- Avoid until necessary. - It's starting to look fucking necessary.

Holmström was engaged.

He wanted three kids and a summer cabin with a sauna.

- Hey, honey. - Hey.

- You don't look good. Everything okay? - Just work stuff.

Tell me something fun.

I can send you a video of a puppy farting in its sleep.

Hey, I've been thinking...

Where do you want to have the reception?

I made a list of venues.

- I thought you might have. - Let's talk about it on Friday.

Can you make it to the gig?

Sure.

Emma, you know it's a big deal for me.

Yes. Of course it is.

Okay. But you have no idea what I'm talking about.

Nope, but...

- Okay. - But I'll be there.

Great. I'll need all the support I can get.

I'm worried none of my jokes will land.

You'll be fine.

They asked for you. Just stick to what you know.

- You okay? - Talk to you later. Love you.

- Okay. - Bye.

You want it, you take it.

CODENAME: ANNIKA

- Hey. - Hi.

Did you get home all right?

Yes.

No hassle?

No.

- You left early. - I went for a run.

I like running early in the morning.

Are you coming to the meeting?

The Thesleff will most likely be a domestic sale, right?

We will have the Japanese online, but I would safely assume so.

Next. Af Klint. 1909.

Assessed at 2.5 million crowns.

An interesting provenance.

Yes. It's a remarkable find. Found in the attic of a French estate.

Aren't they all.

That's a remarkably quick turnaround on an authentication.

A word in my office.

Sorry about that.

So, the next item.

- What if she killed Holmström? - You're okay. I'm here.

I've got three units nearby.

- "Cobalt blue" for back-up. - Cobalt blue.

She's coming.

Fuck.

Hi. I'll have what he's having.

So, how do you like your new life?

I heard you work for Rasmus now.

It's been interesting.

You know him well?

- I was friends with his father. - How did you get to know him?

It's a long story.

Well, well, well.

Here she is again.

- Annika, Annika, Annika. - Hi.

You're exactly the right age.

- For what? - To be her.

I'm not sure what you're talking about.

Annika Storm.

Stormare.

Funny.

I'll go back to the table.

Annika. Annika.

That can't be your real name? There's something wrong here.

I know who you are!

A raid!

The suspect is armed.

Assess the risk. Would Agatha Torstensson know

her friend's daughter is a cop?

- Don't know. I've never heard of her. - Okay.

Can you find out what she knows?

- Ask your father if he ever met her. - No.

Okay. We'll just ignore her for now.

We need evidence that Torstensson is an operator in Blanko's scheme.

- Agreeing to buy the painting is evidence. - Yes.

Go meet Magnus Torstensson when he's on his own.

- Where? - How are you with substance abuse?

Hard to say when it started.

Fifteen, sixteen?

- Sorry, couldn't find parking. - It's all right.

Excuse me.

We used to drink moonshine my friend's uncle made.

Twice divorced, last saw my kids at Christmas three years ago.

- So, that's that. - Thank you for sharing.

Anyone else? Our newcomer?

Okay.

- Hello, I'm Annika. - Hi.

I'm an alcoholic.

This is my first AA in Stockholm.

Moved here a few weeks ago for work.

My first meeting for some time, actually.

Well, I was...

Last week, I was out with a friend, it was her birthday.

We were celebrating. I've been sober for two years.

But I thought a glass of champagne never hurt anyone.

So, that glass turned into a bottle,

then another bottle and shots,

and,

I don't need to tell you what an all-night bender looks like.

And I thought I could still drive myself home.

She got in, too. I promised to take her home.

We amuse ourselves with this...

Something I learned when I was young and I still do.

It's like this.

I count down,

and the passenger pulls on the handbrake,

and we spin.

Now!

But this time, there was...

...an on...

- An oncoming truck. - What happened to her?

- What? - Your friend.

I'm sorry, I...

Excuse me.

Why are you here?

- I want to stop drinking, but keep going? - No.

- You're clearly following me. - Oh, please!

Okay, sorry. I'm sorry.

What happened to your friend?

We missed the truck by an inch.

Okay.

I see.

I had just graduated from the School of Economics

and I thought I owned the world.

I'd asked for a BMW for graduation,

but Dad said I'd have to earn the money.

He wanted to teach me something.

So, I took his BMW.

I picked up my best buddy,

and partied all night with coke, girls and the full shebang.

At 5:00 a.m., I drove off the road, straight into a rock face.

It took four hours to cut him out.

He was alive when they started.

Fucking hell.

It took me 20 more years and three more BMWs to get sober.

Rasmus' father was actually my sponsor.

That's how we met. He died three years ago.

How?

Hunting accident.

Your wife drinks.

On and off. Mostly on.

- She doesn't have a problem. - Do you?

Didn't your friend know you're an alcoholic?

She's not a friend. She's a business partner.

She wouldn't seal a deal unless I got hammered with her.

I've been there. Moscow, most of the '90s.

I owe her a favor.

But I can't do it myself.

- So, it's not a coincidence we met. - Nothing in life is a coincidence.

What do you need?

Someone to buy a painting at the Nordic Masters auction next week.

Is this partner an attractive Parisienne called Béatrice Joly?

You think I want to end up in there with three bullets in my gut?

That's what happens to Blanko's fronts, sooner or later.

Get out while you can.

Don't just light a spark if you can set the world on fire.

Dad

Ståhlgren hunting accident

Auction house owner dead

Just like your mother used to paint.

- Excuse me? - Your mother, Annika.

You seem to be confusing me with someone else.

You're a spitting image of her.

My mum is a 55-year-old insurance clerk

who lives in Vällingby. Her name is Signe.

My apologies.

I have a photo that might explain my confusion.

1989.

Beautiful. Are you still in touch?

We lost touch pretty soon after she moved to Finland.

She was a wildfire. Pure, raging fire.

The good kind.

One that creates rather than destroys.

They never saw it.

- Who? - The faculty.

I quit when they kicked her out. As a protest.

Why did they kick her out?

So, what is it that you do?

I verify paintings for Ståhlgren's.

You couldn't persuade my husband, so you came to me?

What do you mean?

I would help you if you were Annika's daughter.

Come over for dinner tonight.

Bring Rasmus, too.

Wildfire.

Can I ask you something?

We'll continue this later.

Where did you disappear that morning?

When I stayed over?

I told you. I went for a run.

You were gone when I came back.

I didn't leave because of what happened between us.

What do you think happened?

Go ahead, take it.

- Hey, Mum. - Can you talk?

It was Ståhlgren.

He followed Holmström inside and took him down.

How do you know?

CCTV footage from across the street.

He entered the building at 4:43 a.m.

Right.

It wasn't your fault.

- Will you bring him in? - Not yet.

Emma, this is personal now.

You must get as close to him as you can.

- Don't stop. - Okay.

Thanks.

- Welcome. - This here is for you.

How lovely, you didn't have to. No Rasmus?

- I don't need him. - Indeed. Come!

It's exciting to talk to you.

Darling, our guest has arrived!

- Annika! - Magnus.

- Welcome. - Thank you.

- Chin-chin! - None for me.

- One never says no to Champagne... - I'm driving.

Agatha,

- there's water on the table. Please, sit. - I'll have some.

There's something I'm dying to show you after dinner.

I want to hear your opinion. Which one would give me a better price,

- a Hugo Salmson from 1879... - We're not selling the Salmson.

- ...or an Anna Cassel from 1902? - Thank you.

Salmsons are hard to come by, so you might want to hold on to it.

- Exactly! - I think they're everywhere.

- They're very rare. - Not at all!

Ta-dah! Look!

- Look here. - You really don't need to...

Just look.

Why was she kicked out of the art school?

- ANNIKA STORM - Rebel, artist, woman

We had a croquis teacher, "Stinking Sundqvist" we called him.

He had a peculiar odor.

He had a habit of getting very close to his students physically.

Asking us to undress and model for him, for art's sake.

But with Annika, he groped the wrong girl.

She...

She stabbed him with this!

Poke, poke, poke! In the ribs.

I kept it as a fond memory.

A big fuss over a few blood drops and a man's destroyed dignity.

So, they kicked her out. Of course.

Of course.

Milan welcomes Swedish artists

- She was in Milan? - She never went.

She got pregnant.

She gave away her whole career for this child.

Listen,

Annika...

She was just amazing. A fantastic human being.

I've never met anyone like her.

Not before, not since.

I loved her.

I truly loved her.

I did, too.

- How is she? - She's...

I'm sorry. But she died in a car accident 15 years ago.

How awful. How mundane.

My darling beloved Annika.

Why are you using her name?

Surely, she didn't name you after herself.

There are people I'd rather not deal with in Finland,

so, I took her name.

You took her name and disappeared.

You became her.

Our Annika.

You could say so.

Annika.

Annika, your mother's daughter.

You need our help with something, right?

- I want your husband to... - Is it for Blanko?

Honey, it's never the men who run these things.

I know Ståhlgren's is laundering money.

What do you want us to do?

I want you to buy a painting from the Nordic Masters auction next week.

Okay. Consider it done.

On one condition.

This painting... I painted that.

It's her.

After the first time we made love.

It's exquisite.

Not as good as the one she painted of me.

She took it with her to Vaasa.

Is it still there?

- Yes, it's there. - Bring it to me.

- Yes? - I'm going to Finland for a few of days.

- Not possible. - It's a family emergency.

- Fine. - Thanks. Bye.

Ståhlgren here. I need a favor.

Let's give a big hand to my dear friend

who will soon be dragged to the altar!

Give it up for tonight's headliner Sampo Raivio!

Good evening. How's everyone feeling?

Great! You know how I'm feeling?

Semi-okay. I'm getting married!

Not sure if I should tell my girlfriend.

We have an open-door policy in our relationship.

I open the door, she leaves.

Finland also applies this easy exit policy in prisons!

Right, this one needs a bit more work.

You know who's familiar with prisons?

My fiancée.

Before you say anything, no, I'm not a prison wife.

My future life partner is a cop.

I know what you're thinking, "Handcuffs on the house!"

I woke up the other morning, she'd handcuffed me to the bed.

So, there I was like, "Nice, baby, exciting, put your uniform on."

Turns out she found my pot plants in the wardrobe.

She's the toughest cop. Not in a clichéd way.

Not the kind to kick you and shut you up.

She does everything by the book.

She would literally write a parking ticket

for a cop car in the middle of a raid.

Who are the heinous criminals she's trying to nail?

They're artists.

People who commit art crimes.

Put the brush down! Easy, motherfucker!

You're suspected of murder, money laundering,

and breaking the aesthetic harmony!

Thank God, the forgery wasn't a Schjerfbeck!

Nobody at the station can spell it.

Anyone here getting married?

Or is married already? My condolences.

That's it for me! Have a good night!

Emma!

Wait up!

- Emma, please stop! - What the fuck was that?

Honey, I'm sorry. I'll cut the cop stuff out.

But you said to stick to what I know.

I don't care about your lame handcuff jokes.

But you can never, ever talk about my cases!

- I'm sorry! - This is why I don't tell you things.

That's the point! You never tell me anything!

I'm an open book and you clam up and push me away.

- Don't be pathetic. - Fuck, Emma! I'm pathetic?

I haven't met your dad. How's that for pathetic?

- And you never talk to me about your mom. - Shut up!

You won't tell me how she died!

Fuck!

Come here.

- Don't touch! - Let me see.

- It's not broken. - Gee, thanks.

This is not working.

- You're not yourself, not my Emma. - I know.

I'm someone else when I'm over in Sweden.

What, like undercover?

Okay.

- Sampo, I'm sorry. - I've seen what it does to you.

- I... - No, you're on fire.

It's like you are walking on air, it's great to watch.

You love it, don't you?

I get it. It's the role, right?

- She's aggressive, not you. - No, she's not.

She's a bad-ass who punches thugs in Stockholm.

- It's like, "Hi, I'm Krav Maga..." - Sampo...

- You hit me really hard. - Stop joking now!

- It's kinda my thing. - I know.

And I love you for that. But sometimes I feel...

...like you're this

huge, massive magnet,

and you suck all the energy away.

- That's not how magnets work. - And you suck all the air away.

I can't breathe around you.

Okay.

You're right. I'll give you some air and space.

Fucking right now.

- What the hell is this? - Your little shit of a kid here...

Shall we?

Who the hell is barging in here?

Don't move!

Hey, Dad.

Get out.

- Dad. - Out!

You have no business here, whoever you are!

You still kill rats with that?

Who are you? What do you want?

Dad.

It's Emma. Your daughter, remember?

I don't have a daughter.

- Dad... - Get away from here, you devil!

My beloved's eyes, they are grey and blue

I keep thinking of them always

Almost always

Every Sunday, during the week

Whenever I close my eyes

If I close my eyes

Every Sunday

Sometimes during the week

Whenever I close my eyes

My Emma!

Hey! Hey there. Hello.