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Look here.

Christie's auction, 1989. Jackpot!

This Aivazovsky, I got it for, what was it, 7,000 pounds?

- What's that in euros? - Dad.

Sold it for 20,000!

This one! We drove it across the border.

- Dad! - What?

- What's with the doors and windows? - What about them?

I need to be alert, in case they try to break in again.

- Who? - The taxman!

The bailiffs and the other vultures.

And that damn neighbor! You're the cop, you find out.

This one! Worth its weight in gold!

I had the buyer for it.

Just had to play him like a mouse plays a cat.

- Dad? - Emma?

- Where's the atelier key? - There's no key!

Come look at this!

- Mum's catalogue raisonnée. - Every single painting.

Even the ones she painted in Stockholm.

- Where are the actual paintings? - I've sold them all!

- Sold them? - Yes.

- To whom? - To everyone!

She was a master of her time! I sold this for 150,000 old marks!

And your favorite, Hellfire. I got 25,000 for it! Euros!

You didn't sell them.

Your mum was a master! Everyone knows her name!

- Every auction house in Europe and Japan. - Dad.

No one knows her.

She died before she became anyone.

Of course I didn't sell them.

- Dad. - Daughter.

I'm getting married.

The weird boy down the street?

Who? You haven't met my fiancée.

- I haven't seen you in three years. - Six years.

So, I was thinking,

I'd like to give one of Mum's paintings to him

- as a wedding gift. - That's fine.

- What does he do? - He's a graphic designer.

So, where are they? I could go through them.

- Annika's paintings? - Yes.

I burned them all.

- You burned them all. - Out there in a fire. With old socks.

Okay. Why did you burn them?

- Evidence! - Of what?

- The Illuminati! - Okay.

Where are you going?

What are you doing?

- I just wanted to see her studio. - She's not there.

- I know she's not. - I buried them all.

- Buried what? - Her paintings!

Of course you did.

- Is someone coming? - Nope.

I'm gonna get some air! I'll be right back.

Try to open the door, okay? Good.

CODENAME: ANNIKA

Hey. What are you doing here?

I see the web you're spinning, Annika.

- What? - You go to Micke, spin a thread there.

You go to Béatrice Joly, spin another one.

You go to Magnus Torstensson, spin a third one.

You go to all these people and the web tightens around me.

What...

And I find myself asking, "Why is there a spider in my life"?

- What are you talking about? - You know so much about me.

I'm here to find out all about you.

So, let's solve this "family emergency."

- Rasmus, wait... Stop! - What?

Answer me honestly. A simple answer. Who's inside?

Who did you come to meet? Who?

My dad.

Rasmus, wait! Just wait.

You can meet him.

Promise me you won't scare him.

He has dementia.

Promise?

Hellfire... Was it '93 or '94? It's missing.

Hey. I brought someone over.

- You let someone in my house? - It's someone...

- Where's my gun? - He's interested in your collection.

- My collection? - From Ståhlgren's.

- Ståhlgren's? - Yes.

- Jesper Ståhlgren? - No. It's his son.

- That's a relief. - Are you listening?

- Yes. Where's my comb? - Good.

- You can't tell him I'm a police officer. - Of course not.

- And don't use my name. - Right.

- Don't call me Emma. - I won't.

- Okay. - Come again?

I am your daughter. I am an art expert.

My name is Annika.

- Your name is Annika? - Yes.

- Is this a cop thing? - Yes, it's a cop thing.

The Illuminati?

Exactly that.

I see. Let's go.

Rasmus, this is my father.

Welcome to my humble home! Jouko Haka.

- Rasmus Ståhlgren. - Spitting image!

- Of your father. - Yes.

What a man! Cognac?

So, what do you think about my humble collection?

Impressive, indeed.

I can see why your daughter became interested in the arts.

I had nothing to do with that. It was all her mother.

Annika.

Yes?

Yes?

- Is this a Magnus Enckell? - Yes.

- Finnish symbolism in its purest form. - Fantastic.

- He combined drawing with watercolors. - Unbelievable.

You must join us for dinner!

- No, Dad, Rasmus has to go. - I'm in no rush.

Come along.

I left the art world because of all these shady players

who have no heart. Just like the Illuminati!

- So, you knew Rasmus' father? - Yes, Jesper Ståhlgren!

How is he?

He is gone...

He...

He was murdered three years ago.

No...

I hope they caught the bastard.

Not yet.

I didn't know him that well.

Bought some superb paintings from Ståhlgren's in the '80s. Superb.

You are your father's son. Don't forget that.

Thank you.

- I hope you make my daughter happy. - What?

Come on! I saw it as soon as he walked in, he's the right one.

- No, Dad, he's my boss. - Boil the potatoes.

I must go change into dinner attire. You, go change.

- What do you mean? - Put on a dress, your mom's dress.

We're celebrating.

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

I keep thinking about My beloved's blue-grey eyes

They're on my mind always! Almost, always

Always...

Every Sunday, during the week

Whenever I close my eyes

Close...

To lovers and those who never die! May they be one and the same!

So, Ståhlgren Junior.

Let's hear it. Favorite sculptor?

I must say Rodin. Auguste Rodin.

And which one do you prefer? Gates of Hell or...

- Or? - The Kiss?

- The Kiss. - Don't go for the obvious.

That's a loaded question, Annika.

Perhaps I'm testing you.

The first kiss that condemns humans to wander through Hell for eternity.

Annika, haven't you had enough?

No.

Annika. My beautiful sweet Annika.

The heart of the party.

Everyone's eyes on you. Women jealous of you.

- Men undressing you with their eyes. - Dad, are you getting tired?

Come on! One kiss!

Are you embarrassed of me? The weak, limp man?

What did you say? "I need a lion, not an antelope"?

- We're not done! - We are!

You're my wife, you need to show respect!

- Do not talk to me like that! Ever! - Okay, everyone...

- Where do you spend your nights? - Where is the key?

- What key? - You've locked up my studio!

Shit!

- Annika... - Hush!

Okay, okay.

- Hey, hey! - Here's your key, woman!

- And this one's for you! - Dad. Calm down!

This is enough. Okay?

This is over.

Mum is gone, okay?

Mum's gone.

- Mum's gone? - Yes.

- Mum's gone. - Mum's gone.

Welcome to Vaasa.

I'm sorry about that.

What's the key for?

Come.

They're all here.

Your mother's work?

These shouldn't be hidden.

She didn't take any with her to Stockholm?

No, she wanted a fresh start.

She has real talent.

How old were you when she left?

Twelve.

She...

She wanted something new.

Something different. A different life.

Emma.

A wildfire.

I'd love to meet her.

I thought it was a hunting accident.

Your father.

I know a sniper shot when I see one.

Why was he murdered?

Because of me.

She lives in Östermalm.

She has a whole floor there.

Filled with art, incredible rugs.

Ornaments from her travels

to India and China.

If you want it, you take it.

Fucking...

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

Mommy!

- Hey, how's Stockholm? - A quick question.

When the accident happened...

What happened before Mum hit the truck?

She had a fight with your father.

- She took off in a drunken huff. - Alone?

Yes.

I remember driving with her that day.

She picked you up from the gas station earlier that day.

You'd stolen beer again. They reported it.

Where was I when...

At home.

I delivered the news.

I think I saw Mum's body.

You were never at the site.

You've read how it happened and built a memory based on that.

I've looked in the archives, there's only a few lines about the accident.

The original file might have disappeared

when we went digital.

But it's still in the archives in Vaasa?

There's nothing more in the paper file.

Vaasa

I wrote it myself.

I knew your parents and you

since you started stealing beer from the gas station.

So, ask me what you want to know.

I want to see the actual incident report.

Fine. I'll give them a call and ask about it.

Thanks.

- Will he be okay? - Social services will send help.

Thank you so much.

Okay.

- Did Mum do this? - It was a difficult time.

We both hurt each other. The two devils.

She always said,

"I can't believe how two devils can make such an angel."

- See you at the wedding? - See you at the wedding.

He really is the one for you. Even my old eyes can see that.

- Dad, he... - Listen to your father for once.

He looks at you like I looked at your mother on our wedding day.

He will bring you happiness.

Okay.

- Bye, then. - Bye.

Pure perfection.

Who put out your fire, my sweet, sweet Annika?

- So, we're good to go? - How did it happen?

What?

Did she suffer when she...

Don't know. I wasn't there.

My God, you're cold.

If I need to be.

Nordic Masters this weekend. I'll tell you what you're bidding on.

- As agreed. - Good.

On one condition.

Magnus wants out after this one.

After Jesper Ståhlgren died, it's just not the same.

He doesn't want to be Blanko's front anymore.

I'll try my best.

How did he track you down?

Did you take Annika's phone to Vaasa?

He's tracking it. What happened over there?

Nothing.

Just dinner. Nothing happened.

- When you slept with him... - I didn't.

When you didn't sleep with him, did you get any new intel?

He thinks his father was murdered.

He's not wrong.

Why? Who?

Blanko has a lot of enemies.

They're getting damn close to me and my family.

You can't visit anyone in Finland before the auction.

You need to lay low.

You've gotten closer to nailing Blanko than anyone else.

We can see the finish line. Do you get it?

Four more days!

When the painting is sold, we have everything.

We have Blanko,

evidence of connection to the Carpentier network and his fronts.

Good work, Annika Stormare!

Now, we know who Blanko is.

This is Sampo. Leave a message.

I just wanted to hear your voice.

I'm sorry about how things ended the last time.

I told my dad I'm getting married.

He can't wait to meet the poor bastard...

...who will be eternally burdened by me.

I love you.

Bye!

No, not yet.

Copy that. We'll get local back-up.

- Can you come? - No jurisdiction.

Since when did you start following the rulebook?

Since we found a dead body in your flat.

Come as a tourist.

Haka, they know my face.

Copenhagen, seven years ago.

I was after Blanko before we knew who he was.

- You got burned? - Yes.

That was the end of my undercover career.

You'll be fine. We'll have eyes on you.

All good.

I'll ask you one more time.

Did you take it?

- No, sir. - Then where is it?

- I don't know. - Denver!

- She's small. - She has brains.

He stole something?

- The Rolex. - Darling, you left it at my place.

- What can she do? - She has direct access to Ståhlgren's.

Finland.

Finland. Exotic.

"Rotta."

Name, Sandrine Baudelaire.

Address, Rue Crémieux.

...senior detective, special operations, National Police...

Bitch!

- Get her! - He's got her!

- Good job. - Come on.