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Christmas was approaching in the country a long time ago, but everything was not as usual.
The queen had been captured.
The Crown Prince may have escaped us, but we shall blame the disappearance on him-
-with the help of this, his own handkerchief. /LAUGHS EVILLY/
That the crown prince managed to escape was thanks to the fool Amir.
What are you doing here, fool? You come with us.
While Amir was being led away by the guards, Carl Vilhelm Gyllencrona escaped-
-further into the city's dark alleys.
No one knew who he was.
Who are you?
None in particular.
-What a strange hat you have. - It's not a hat, it's a...
Do you want to try it? It is valuable.
Certainly.
It suits you. What do you think of my coat?
- It's nicer than mine. - Shall we change it too?
While the prince changed his clothes in the cold, the news of the Christmas fund was celebrated
-in the city's poor quarters.
-Does anyone want to hear Nanni sing? -YES!
About the tyrant Fredrik Adolf I sing a drill
He fell from his horse and died like a rotten herring
I sing of the coming years of the Queen
about Crown Prince Carl Vilhelm and our Christmas fund
About Crown Prince Carl Vilhelm and our Christmas fund
We toast the promise of money, gut years
so we poor people don't go bankrupt
We toast to the Queen's coming year
for Crown Prince Carl Vilhelm and our Christmas fund
For Crown Prince Carl Vilhelm and our Christmas fund
For Crown Prince Carl Vilhelm and our Christmas fund
I do not know anything. When I was going to wake up the crown prince, he was gone.
You are wrong there.
You know exactly what happened last night.
These coins will help you remember.
Last night you saw how the crown prince poisoned and abducted his mother.
You have witnessed on several occasions how he has threatened her.
As the closest of the royals, it is your view-
- that the crown prince is evil.
Have you understood?
Tell them he dropped this one.
Hilda... I told you not to throw knives in the kitchen.
And fuck the apples. The guests should have them tonight with the pork.
You're the one to talk!
If you are going to throw, you must hit the middle of the board.
Where are you going somewhere? The breakfast, then?
A thousand little devils. Did the porridge pass the mouth before it landed in the stomach?
What are you doing?!
- Did you are bad? -"Nine"?
-What are you doing there laying hook legs? -I was asleep.
-Sleeping? -Here.
Stop that! This one is mine.
- I didn't mean to take it. -No. Are you on the run, right?
No.
No. And who are you? I don't recognize you, and I know everyone here.
I am nobody special.
Okay, Nobody Special. Don't sleep outside anymore, because you will freeze to death.
Royalty doesn't just disappear.
- Those are not things we are talking about here. -Of course not, Duchess.
Someone is behind this disappearance.
Someone or a few have taken, kidnapped, our queen and crown prince.
It is absolutely terrible, Captain Leijongap. We have to do something about it.
-General Leijongap. -What "general"?
-Who is your captain and superiors? -General is the highest command.
Are you sure? Colonel, then? It sounds like this: colonel - highest.
-General is highest! -Except for the queen.
Yet!
What do we do to find the Queen and the Crown Prince and the perpetrators?
My soldiers are searching the entire castle in this now, Your Grace.
Man letar efter kungligheterna och spår efter vad som kan ha hänt.
Min närmaste man och högra hand, löjtnant Silverdufva, leder arbetet.
Han är kompetent.
Ett vittne? - Det finns ett vittne.
De säger att drottningen och kronprinsen är försvunna.
-Om ni, snälla, bara lyssnar på mig. -Vi lyssnar.
-Okej... -Om du berättar något lustigt, narr.
Det är väl ändå det som är ditt jobb?
Okej, vill ni höra en rolig historia? Den handlar om två imbecilla vakter-
-som hindrade den enda som visste nåt om försvinnandet att berätta om det.
Eller hur? Och så blev de fängslade för sin dumhet. Var det lustigt?
-Inte alls. -Nej, så släpp mig!
App, app, narr! Tror du att vi är födda i går, eller?
Du vet ju en massa saker. Vi vet EN grej.
Du har smugit omkring på nätterna.
Vet du vad som är skumt? Att det var samma natt som de kungliga försvann.
Därför stannar du här, så att vi kan rapportera det till vårt befäl.
-Be ert befäl komma hit, då. -Går icke!
Alla är upptagna med sökandet, så du sitter vackert här och väntar, narr.
-Var soppan god, Rask? -Ja. Vill du ha?
Sen. Jag ska peta klart naglarna.
-Hittar du nåt? -Nej.
-Nå? -Jag hittade den här.
Det är nån som har sövt henne.
CVG.
-Carl Vilhelm Gyllencrona? -Ja, Ers nåd.
Det är mycket allvarliga anklagelser. Är ni helt säker på vad ni såg?
-Jag... -Ja?
Jag svär på mitt liv. Och...
Han tappade den här.
Sömnmedel.
Ytterst potent.
I för stora doser dödande.
Det kan inte vara sant! De har bråkat på sistone, men det här...
Det trodde man inte om halvfiguren. Förgifta sin egen mor och sen fly.
Det är ett allvarligt vittnesmål, men det behövs ytterligare bevis.
Vem? Silverdufva?
-Min närmsta man... -...och högra hand. Jo tack, jag vet.
Ers nåd. Våra vakter fann just den här på drottningens rum.
Den är kronprinsens, och dränkt i...
-Sömnmedel. -Just så.
General, hitta kronprinsen.
Han måste ställas till svars för detta illdåd.
Självklart, Ers nåd.
Ursäkta mig, vet du var Ugglegränd ligger?
Ursäkta. Vet ni var Ugglegränd är?
Nej. Stick härifrån.
Ursäkta mig, jag letar efter...
Släpp ut mig!
Släpp ut mig härifrån!
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