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- Why do you show me this? - It's no news to you.

You've already seen it.

You've got the wrong man!

Today there have been several blackouts in Stockholm...

You're pushing this to put the cost of electricity up.

We lost six of our staff that night.

- I was just going to get a coffee-- - Vera?

What if I told you I knew this would happen?

The attack on Sundsvall?

Can I trust you?

"Dinner is late."

It's updated.

There's a network card on it.

Someone's watching us.

Have you backed up all the data from the USB stick?

There's someone switching off the power on purpose.

Police are looking for Arthur Melberg.

Anyone who sees Melberg should contact the police immediately.

Police are still searching for Melberg,

the prime suspect in the murder of Cristina Stranderg.

Melberg is still at large.

Given the tense security situation in Stockholm,

the concern here in the neighbourhood is high.

- Good morning. - Morning.

Do you want some breakfast?

I'd love some.

So I've come up with...

a plan.

Loosely based on heuristic analysis of finding viruses.

I mean, I'm not an expert in solving crime but...

- You finished? - Mmm.

But in all the crime podcasts I've listened to,

they say the most likely place

to find clues is at the victim's home.

OK, I think we should wait for a bit...

and evaluate and think about what's going on.

No, we need to go. We need to move.

What? We do.

OK, before we break into a stranger's home,

alright a murder victim's home, we should just stop,

take it easy and figure out what to do.

Cristina's not a stranger, but your colleague.

She gave the USB to you, right?

She wants you to dig into this.

If there is one thing my mum can't do... is sit still.

- Sure. - Aren't you leaving today?

- I did say I could cancel? - You're going.

- I'm staying. - You're going. Hello?

It's the police.

It's the police.

Fuck.

Go hide.

Eh...

- You need to hide! - You know what?

I think I should talk to them.

We'll sort it out. I'll turn myself in.

I got you involved and they're knocking on your door.

- This isn't working. I'll talk to them. - Arthur, this is not a game.

If they get hold of you now, it's over.

Thank you for waiting.

Sure you don't want a coffee?

Tell me more.

Well, I mean...

I was there early. Arthur came.

He sat down, we talked for a bit,

then Cristina Stranderg, his colleague, came along.

We took a selfie, which you've seen.

Um... she left.

Arthur and I talked a little bit more, and then he left shortly after.

What? He just left?

Yes, he said he was a bit tired.

How long after Stranderg?

Oh, I don't remember.

An hour, thirty minutes, two minutes?

It was definitely more than two minutes.

Sorry, I feel like you're trying to imply that it was Arthur...

who killed her.

You know? I saw you guys were looking for him on the news.

Can I officially say I don't think he was the one who did it.

But why not?

Why not?

Why don't you think he killed her?

Do you know something we don't?

Well, because um...

well, I don't know.

You can sense that about people, right?

I also have a very strong gut feeling.

Maybe we should hire you.

Then you can solve our murders with your gut feeling.

Yeah, really I think...

I mean, I'm actually very good at this. I don't think that--

Can I have a look around the apartment?

Absolutely, let me show you around--

No. Stay there, it's fine. I'll have a look around.

Did you witness the assault?

No, it was in the toilet so unfortunately not,

but I figured it was a football match and a couple of guys fighting.

- Did you see anything else suspicious? - No.

- Thanks for your hospitality. - My pleasure.

Yeah, you are...

you're newly divorced, aren't you?

- Yes. - Ah?

Are you seeing anyone else?

No. Not after that date.

There was a bit too much

murder, police.

It wasn't really my...

thing.

OK.

Thank you for your time,

- We'll see ourselves out. - Yeah.

- Thanks a lot. - Bye.

- Mum-- - Shh...

Wrong place, wrong time.

Seal the building. He's here.

Well, that was very close I'd say.

- Oh my God, I'm sweating. - I feel the same.

- Are you? - Yeah.

It went pretty well.

- Pretty well. - You handled it well.

OK, what...

What do we do?

We could manage this ourselves but I want to go by the book.

Just get up there and grab him, OK?

Let's go.

Let's go. Come on!

Police!

Clear!

Wonder how it's going up there.

The flat is empty. We're coming out.

OK, it should be... on this side.

- Er... - Can I...

- talk to you just for a minute? - Sure.

- What is this? - What?

Well, all this.

I know, it's too much and...

I've dragged your mother into this--

I don't mean your crime-journalist...

thing... I mean all this with you and mum.

Do you like her?

Ah...

Because I think she likes you, and...

she's not the kind of person who just likes people.

I mean she likes everyone, but she doesn't "like" that many.

I, um...

I guess I'm...

How should I put it?

You're a grown man, you'll think of something.

- Take care now. - I will.

- I love you. - I love you, too.

- Take care. - Bye.

- Bye. - Take care.

Take care.

Bye.

Come on. We can walk to Stranderg's apartment from here.

OK, Why are we here again?

OK, let's go again.

We're saying that Arthur Melberg comes from outside, and comes in here.

He sprays bullets

at Stranderg from outside in.

He shoots and misses

five shots... bang!

Then he puts the sixth shot

straight into Stranderg's head, right?

Well, it can happen.

Yeah, it can but do you know what doesn't add up?

There are bullet holes in the lift door.

So either the killer...

shot at the closed lift doors waiting for them to open without no--

- Nobody does that. - Nobody does that.

So, the shooter has continued firing after the doors started to close.

Why do that if Stranderg has already got a bullet in her temple?

- Probably because someone else was there. - Exactly.

We've got Melberg in the wrong place. He's not the shooter.

He's inside the lift standing next to Stranderg.

The shot towards Stranderg goes right in the head. Bang!

And the remaining five...

they're meant for him.

Then... maybe we should stop chasing him.

No, it's just a theory.

Shit, the police are here.

- OK, keep walking. - That's her door.

- Don't stop. Keep walking. - We'll never get in there.

I have an idea.

The balconies are connected, so we enter the stairwell next door.

Should be close.

Wha are you thinking now? What if someone's in?

No.

No one's at home in the middle of the day in this part of town.

OK.

What the hell is that? Are you serious?

This is the kit I was talking about, from the podcast.

I don't know if it'll work,

I've never done it before, but I've practiced at home.

There was a guy who broke into his ex-girlfriend's flat with this kit.

Then, he stabbed her in the eye with the same tools.

I think the eye was hanging out.

Then he killed her with 14 stabs to the heart.

Why do you listen to that stuff?

- It's high. - Yes, it's high.

We've climbed seven flights, haven't we?

Yeah but I didn't think it would be this high.

I think it's OK.

Do you?

- Oh, heh. - I think it's fine.

Mmm?

Not really much to stand on.

- Huh? - It's pretty narrow here.

- We won't walk there. - Mmm?

- We'll climb over here, around. - Ah.

- Sure. - OK?

- So, I'll go first. Yeah? - Yes, if you want to.

Hmm.

Fuck, OK.

Jesus, OK.

- I need to find... - Are you going to stand there?

- something to put my-- - Oh, God.

This is so stupid.

Uh... fuck!

- There's nothing I can hold onto here. - You're going to die now.

- You're going to die. - I'm going to put my foot here.

- Hang on. - Are you--

- I just need to just. - You need to get down.

OK.

Look... it's fine. Just don't think about the height.

Ah, OK. I won't think about the height. Absolutely.

It was your plan.

No, I know it was my plan but I'm allowed to be scared.

Shouldn't I be scared at 30 metres

- up in the air? - Yes, of course.

Do you know what? This is what we will to do.

I'll stay here and you check out what's in the room.

- Listen... - It's a good plan.

you can do this.

You got this, you're brave. If I can do it, you can too.

Let's go.

- OK. - Good.

Alright? Put your foot there.

Just do what I did.

I'm absolutely not doing that. Are you crazy?

- Ah? - I'm doing this my way.

- OK. - Your way was completely nuts.

I'm so glad I'm wearing trainers, not some other shoes.

Thank God I put on my trainers this morning.

I bought them in a sale.

799 Krone. I actually bought two pairs.

I'm just going to stand on this ledge a little bit carefully.

I'm so happy that I wore trainers.

- So nice. - They're comfortable.

You should always buy two pairs.

OK, let's count three, two, one...

- Three, two, one-- - Start again.

Three, two, one--

- Should I go on the one? Or-- - Just move and climb over carefully.

- Hurry up. - No, don't touch me!

Don't you dare pull on me.

I'm just trying to help you.

- Oh, God. - OK?

- Three, two, one-- - I don't dare to move.

Come towards me, OK?

- OK. - It'll be easier if I touch you.

- Yeah. - OK, I'll just put my hands here.

- Come on. - Just don't pull.

Good. You're doing great.

- Come over here. Don't look down. - I should definitely not look down.

- Just swing your right leg over. - Which leg?

- I'll help you. - Right or left?

- Your right leg. - From which side?

Your right leg.

- Your instructions are terrible-- - Your right leg! Shh... OK.

Take it easy and just lift your right leg. OK?

- So... - I'll help you.

Yes, good.

- So, now I'm going to lift it. - OK.

- Hold onto me. - I am. Very good.

So, now I'm going to grab you here.

Ouch!

- Watch my hair. - All good. Yeah...

Oh God! I did it.

- I made it, I did it! - You did really well.

- Good. - Mmm.

- Good. - Ah!

- We can't kiss now. - No.

OK? Come on.

- There's a lock on it. - I've got it.

Viklund?

- An alarm went off at Strandberg's. - OK.

The police officers are on watch outside

and noted a couple that fit with the description of both

- Mille Norberg and Arthur Melberg. - OK.

Thank you. Good.

Yes?

Have you seen what was in Stranderg's trash can?

Er... yeah.

- Northern Canopy? - Keep it down.

- Isn't that a bit weird? - What?

That they recruit from your team?

- Haven't they asked you about it? - Know what?

Thanks, Arvidsson.

Go back and do your damn job. Thank you.

Oh.

This is her work?

Why didn't she say anything?

What are you doing?

You shouldn't touch anything. Fingerprints, DNA.

Annual report for Svea GasCo.

Newsletter from Sundsvall.

Are there any notes?

The deficit has been circled.

It seems that Sundsvall was losing money, a huge amount

and she was killed the same day as the explosion?

Ha...

and would she have done all this before going to the restaurant?

She knew Sundsvall would happen. She told me.

There must be something about dinner being late.

Northern Canopy?

Do we have private militias in Sweden?

Actually we're one of the countries in Europe with the most.

Gotland?

Who's this?

No idea.

But him...

he's the CEO of Svea GasCo.

Edvard Nordin.

That man.

See him?

He's in the photo in the bedroom.

I'll get it.

Arthur?

Huh?

Give me the USB stick.

How do you know about the USB?

- He gave it to her. - Give it to me.

I copied it and chucked it.

Why did you do that?

Why would we tell you?

We don't have time.

Police are on their way up.

Who are you?

I'm Cristina's cousin.

You have to come with me.

Patrol stay at the front, hurry up on unit one and we'll go in

from the back with unit two.

We need to go down one floor before they come up, so hurry.

In here.

- Why are you helping us? - I'm helping me.

- Take this. - What's this for?

When we reach the street we split up. I can't be seen with you.

- OK? - OK.

Now.

Don't look back, just continue across the street.

OK.

- Fuck. - What?

It's him.

- Stop! - Run.

- Hello? - Go to the Odenplan underground station.

OK.

Go!

Come on.

Watch out!

Get out of the way.

Move!

No! To the subway.

Wait!

Go!

- Out of the way! - Stop.

- Out of the way. - Stop.

Stop!

Police. Open it.

Come on.

He's coming.

Close!

Fuck!

Fuck it.

Let's get out.

They're not far behind you. Go to the Djurgården ferry now.

For us to trust you, you have to answer some questions.

You can ask us anything, if we can do the same with you.

- Who do you work for? - Northern Canopy.

- The private military guys? - Yes.

OK, if you're the whistleblower who leaked her the information,

how come the USB you gave her had a tracker?

I told Cristina I'd give her what she wanted

but she couldn't use me as a source.

Her only concern was sharing her story

no matter what it cost me.

If my company found out that I was the leak

Where are the files from the USB?

On an air gapped computer.

No-one can access them.

- Do you know who killed her? - My colleagues.

Same guys who are hunting us.

Same guys who attacked Sundsvall?

We should move.

How can we stop those men who are out to get us?

You don't.

Oh? OK, good to know.

You know too much the both of you.

They know everything the police know.

They consider you just as big a threat as Cristina was.

Fuck it.

So, that's why she was rushing the story.

She was scared.

And so are you.

We're doing it.

We'll run the story.

My car's parked here.

You can take it. No one will be looking for you in that.

What?

No... nothing.

- Phone. - What?

The phone I gave you.

You're probably going to die soon

and I don't want anything leading back to me.

- OK, thanks. - I'm serious.

You have my life in your hands now.

Canopy don't muck about.

Sweden's future is being shaped

and they're normalising private military

We recruit from the police, SÄPO, politicians. Everywhere.

You get snatched by the police? I don't exist.

You get snatched by my colleagues? I don't exist.

- You get snatched by-- - You don't exist. I understand.

That's right.

So what do we do now?

Without someone from GasCo, we wouldn't have these information.

We need to talk to that CEO guy.

Nordin. That's all we've got.

You saw the loss in Sundsvall.

Energy prices after the power cuts, they're making a fortune.

He'll be at the theatre tonight.

I'll leave two tickets at the box office.

Get some better clothes,

you both look like shit.

Good luck.

Thanks.

- Cool exit. - What?

It was a cool exit,

- when he was like, "good luck". - OK.

You could see him in a western film slapping a horse "off you go".

He could just murder you with his eyes.

Svea GasCo states that they don't know when the outages will end

and there is yet no solution

from the government to the high electricity prices.

Vera?

- Yeah? - Vera Blum? I saw you at the meeting.

Yes. I remember, Albin.

That's right. I looked you up after that.

You looked me up?

Yes a bit. You hooked up with Holmgren's son right?

- I didn't mean to pry but... - But what?

I was wondering--

You were wondering if I got this job because I was dating the boss's son?

- Right. - No.

I was leader of the youth organisation before Holmgren was elected.

So, no.

You're a bit of an idealist.

Well, I'd rather call myself a hopeful realist.

What happened to him?

An exercise in Östersjön is a bit simple isn't it?

I don't really have time for this, I've got a big meeting.

Can I show you something?

- No, sorry. - One minute.

Please.

What is it?

What is this?

It's an internal memo,

that was sent to all employees asking them

to stay home from Sundsvall on the day of the attack.

I heard it was closed, but that often happens.

- Is that unusual? - No, that never happens, and look at this.

An invoice from a company called MB Solutions.

I've looked up this company.

You guys have no contract with them at all,

But you have a contract with Northern Canopy,

that owns MB Solutions.

Not sure if it goes all the way up to Nordin,

but someone paid Northern Canopy to be there at Sundsvall.

So what are you trying to say?

Look...

here's your name.

- What's this? - Read it.

Where did you get this?

I know you guys are on a new defence bill, this bill,

but check out the date.

Why is there a 'Save Sundsvall' law from before Sundsvall?

- Do you know? - Yeah, no.

I haven't seen this version before.

You could get into trouble.

- It doesn't look good for you. - Listen, I can't help you.

This report, Stranderg. I called her about this.

- What did you do? - I called her about this.

I was going to meet her at a bar.

I bailed out, but then she's fucking murdered.

What the fuck, right? I need your help.

I've got to get to this meeting.

I don't know what to do. I'm shit scared.

- Let it go. - What do you mean?

Leave it.

I must go.

All the channel's clothes are cleaned here.

- Are you sure you trust them then? - Yeah.

Hi.

Hi.

OK, take what you want, but get them back to us soon.

- Thank you. - Thank you.

What would you like?

Oh... mmm.

There's loads.

- Trouser suits, trousers, dresses... - Um...

- or furs? - I think I'd like a dress.

Mmm.

I want a stylish, classy...

classic,

but I want power too.

OK, power, yes.

Maybe something, blue?

Yeah.

I just thought you had that blue t-shirt on

the other day that really made your eyes...

sparkle.

I don't know what I'm talking about.

No. Blue's fine.

- What? - Blue is fine.

Angela Merkel, but less raw sexiness.

Wait what was that?

- Huh? - What did you say?

Nothing.

- I don't know what I said. - Just grab a blue one, blue's fine.

OK.

No...

- It's too much, right? - No.

You look really nice. Incredible...

Really.

So, it's cold,

and it's very quiet.

- What? - No I...

just...

thought...

- that-- - What?

I was thinking your husband's plain wrong.

You're the least boring person I've ever met.

- Ex husband. - Yeah.

And he didn't say I was boring, he said that life with me was boring.

- OK? - Oh, right.

But still.

- Should we... - Yeah, sure.

- You look quite nice, too. - I know.

Right, I'm going to make a move.

Oh, yeah me too. Just got one last thing.

No-one reads them anyway.

Are you alright by the way?

You've seemed a little off all day.

- Oh no, just a lot of work. - OK.

But remember you have to sleep sometimes too.

You too.

Night.

There's lots of guards.

- It might be hard. - Huh?

- You won't get to him up there. - What? You kidding me?

You're meant to be my support.

- I'm being realistic. - What do you mean?

- There's two guards up there. - So what?

We don't know how many there are,

- it could be full of security. - OK.

- Say something positive instead... - OK.

- ...otherwise I won't make it. - OK.

- No, you've got to say it. - OK.

OK.

You're really brave,

- and you're funny. - OK.

But right now it's important that you're brave, OK?

OK, I'm brave.

Do you know what? You're an amazing woman.

Say more.

You can do this.

OK.

- Shush. - Sorry.

- Where are you going? - I'd just like a chat.

- No, you can't go in there. - Ouch! What are you doing?

- Calm down. - No, you need to calm down.

- You can't just grab me. - Calm down.

- Calm down. - That hurts! Get off me.

Who the hell are you?

- Eva, get the guard. - Relax. Sit down.

Sit down.

I'm a friend. I said sit down.

A friend of who?

A friend of Cristina Stranderg.

You're that fucking guy. The colleague.

What do you want?

Why did you have Cristina killed?

Me?

I could ask you the same thing, the whole town is looking for you.

"Dinner is late."

What?

Objectively,

I see an energy company that was quite late

to the renewables party.

That suddenly drove up

the energy prices due to the power cuts.

Now you're worth gold.

And what's your proof, Channel Two?

Text logs, sources.

The rest I'll find out.

I'm not a star reporter, but I won't give up.

If you carry on like this, you'll be a picture on my wall.

I won't give up.

I'll turn your whole life upside down. I'll look everywhere.

We were asked to evacuate the plant and that's all.

"Dinner is late" is an old military exercise

where they turn the power off.

- They send the password, I switch off. - And Northern Canopy?

Don't say that fucking name here.

What I don't get is if Northern Canopy did it,

and you looked the other way, then who wanted it to happen?

You work on the fucking news desk.

Think bigger.

Call the police.

Come on.

This way.

Alright, stay where you are. Don't move.

Stay right where you are.

You are under arrest.

Subtitles: Monica Lobefaro