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She was my light.

Five out of six times a woman is found murdered, the man has done it.

He has assault convictions from his youth.

We've had a hit. Fingers on a glass.

Sylvester Markell. We have him.

-Are you sure it's him? -You shouldn't be in here.

-How's the neck? -Hello!

Was a key found in the room?

Just being here can get me fired.

Burglary and assault in progress. Send police and ambulance.

Let him go! Let go!

Let him go! Stop!

are you ok

Alexander? Alexander?

Alexander!

Alexander!

Hi, Nora.

Hello. I think I've done something really stupid.

Yes. Have you killed anyone?

Huh? No. At least I haven't done that.

No? That's good.

Otherwise, I think you can go far-

-if you want to find out something.

It is in and of itself a truth with modification.

Yes, maybe that. What have you done then?

I... I'll explain. See you later, honey.

-Okay. - Kisses.

You can go to hell!

-What was that about? -What?

You had a fight with someone.

A discussion doesn't always have to be a fight, right? Did you do yours!

Dude! Good morning. What has happened here?

Have you run into a tiller? Have you hurt yourself a little?

I see. Oh, does it hurt when I push like that?

Excuse me, wait here now.

If you could understand how happiness kind of rushes

through my body- -when I get to see you this broken and defeated.

Take a good look, uncle sheriff.

- I'll be gone again soon. - I don't think so.

Once you catch that nasty

little rat, you never let it go.

It... There are no excuses.

This is indefensible.

He contacted me and proposed a collaboration.

.. ...to find Madeleine's killer.

And he claimed he had crucial information and needed my help.

I waive the case, turning myself in- -and

await my punishment. It's the least I can do.

Sorry, but I didn't hear a single word of what you said.

There has been so much turmoil and commotion here.

Nora Linde? Was she here?

No, actually I don't think I saw her. - Have you seen her?

-Who? -She wasn't here.

I've said it before: I didn't kill Madeleine.

There is no motive, there is nothing.

There are some fingerprints on a glass, that's all.

The only thing I've been guilty of is another burglary.

And your flamboyant boss is sure to keep the count.

Etc. But it's no ordinary burglary.

You broke into the murder victim's husband.

Are you conducting a private investigation?

That apple pie doesn't look completely

impossible- -but...I'm having a bit of a hard time.

Should I...?

Mm... It's not the worst I've eaten.

Why did you break into the house?

It may come as a shock to you but it was not for personal gain.

It was to hand over a murderer to the police.

-Why would Hector kill his wife? -Jealousy. A horrible ailment.

Those are some fine eyes you have there, Constable.

Perky. Curious. Lively.

- I have everything I need, thank you. -You don't have that at all!

And what the hell are you staring at? Yokel!

Hey, Chip. Hector Rallis is taped together and freshly showered.

- You can take the interrogation. - Shall I?

Yes, because I believe the interrogation is unnecessary.

We already have the culprit strapped to a hospital bed.

Well... Yes, I can't do everything.

Why not? You are young and fit. Onwards and upwards.

-Hello. Again. - I don't understand why I'm here.

We understand that you were acquainted with Sylvester Markell.

Never met him. Yes, until yesterday.

But he has called a few times over the years to talk to my wife.

Hard to forget that insistent voice.

Okay. What do you know about him?

No more than what Madeleine has said.

-And that's...? - Well... A little shit boot.

They had an affair a long time ago. Oddly enough.

Any more?

Yes, what more can I say?

My wife had many erotic adventures.

She was an artist by nature with a rather unruly temperament.

There were many men who got in touch.

She had a hard time saying no.

It wasn't always easy.

And Sylvester?

He did try to seduce her. I hope and believe she said no.

Did you know he had come back?

Yes. That's what my wife said.

Yes. She said what he wanted then, didn't she?

He tried blackmail.

He wanted her to help him with his scams again.

-Again? - She refused.

So that was probably why he killed her.

As I said, I recognized his voice last

night on the phone... -when he wanted a taxi.

So I pretended to go, but I just parked the car round the back.

.. -then I came back. He also had a suspicious woman with him.

Suspicious?

Yes, she was the one who knocked me down.

If she hadn't shown up, he would have gotten what he deserved.

Hector Rallis was jealous of his wife. So, without a doubt.

And she also seems to have had quite a few men after her.

And he said she was a… What did he say?

An artistic nature with an unruly temperament.

Aww... There's nothing worse than people- -who think they can

act any way they want because they have the "artist hat" on.

But that doesn't matter here because we've already found our man.

Sylvester. Nothing to discuss.

I don't agree.

You've been so cocky here lately.

It was much better when you just did as you were told.

- I agree. -You see.

- The puppy. I agree with the Puppy. -You agree with the Puppy?

I've said it before: Sylvester is not a murderer.

It could be Hector. He has had violent tendencies in the past.

Yes, okay. And we know you know that.

I feel that there is something we are missing.

I want to talk to Sylvester again.

Do you want company? I can hold on.

No, thanks.

Okay, then we'll do that.

Which city is not in Norrland? Umeå. Luleå. Östersund. Or Kalmar.

Are you having a party or not?

Look how I'm doing! This one was presented to me-

-like a Tuscan soup. Tastes like an old gym bag!

And apparently a decision has been made here about an increased risk of flight.

Nah... Yes, it's incomprehensible.

Thanks for not leaving me in the lurch last time.

If not for you, I wouldn't be here.

You tricked me and put me in a very unpleasant situation.

-Why? -Two birds with one stone.

I was pretty convinced that the slob would sense

trouble and come back and give me a good beating.

I needed a witness that Hector- -is an

extremely violent person, ergo Madeleine's killer.

Yes! So I was your bodyguard?

And the other fly?

That key I mentioned. There is a storage room-

-where Madeleine kept a considerable amount of valuables.

The husband doesn't know about this stash...

and Madeleine wanted the things to go to me.

She carried a key close to her heart. It has not been found.

A copy was kept in a secret place.

That's the one I thought I could find.

-Did you do it? -No.

I made a misjudgment. It doesn't happen often-

-but even the zebra has its spots.

Now all my secrets lie in front of you

and splatter- -like freshly caught perch.

Fry them in butter and let them taste good.

Don't go anywhere.

Yes, I understand. But now it's done.

Yes, I have taken care of that.

So if there's no other DNA or fingerprints, then...

How do I find out where it goes?

Yes, okay. I will try.

Is it really necessary?

What are you going to use it for?

Okay. Yes, I will come as soon as I can.

-Hello. - Well. Now I have the key.

I think it looks like a padlock key, or something.

-Which maybe goes to a storeroom? -Probably.

-Can you find out which one? - Yes, technical are on it.

They're usually pretty quick with things like that.

Good work. Can you go there? It feels like a long

shot- -but what if it wasn't Sylvester,

or Hector or jealousy involved? What if a third person is involved-

-like we don't know who it is? The warehouse could give us a clue.

-I'm going right away. -Good. Hello.

A padlock key. It is impossible to tell.

It's just like finding a needle in a haystack.

Can't you just check?

I have worked for over 20 years, do you know...

No idea about the numbers, but I know what the letters stand for.

-What? -Where.

.

It looks good.

This is a pure bitch gym, shall I say.

Can you say that these days?

No one can hear us.

Now I can finally start enjoying these again, anyway.

I received notification from X-ray. And they have found new spots.

What does that mean?

Yeah... That means I'm done sailing, I guess.

Uh. It's probably not safe.

Perhaps. But at least I get some morphine.

Morphine?

I got my own faucet. You won't believe this.

But in the calmest waters, so…

This has to stay between us.

The superintendent.

Johanna? No, no, no. Are you kidding me now?

It costs a little, of course, but...

You, now someone has triggered my police brain again here.

-Who's that? -You.

You get paid badly, huh?

What are you talking about?

So you make a little extra on the side?

Don't you think that's a little immoral?

Making money off of other people's pain.

I think it is immoral to let people suffer.

So you're doing it to be nice? As a good deed?

Why do you charge then?

Who have you talked to? Grosz. Of course.

- Grosz? -Stefan Grosz.

And him do you think you can trust him? Damn car dealers.

Is he a car dealer?

No, art dealer but he acts exactly like a car dealer. Unreliable.

Now I thought of something. Do you have the right to do what you are doing now?

Do you have the right to say that about your patients?

Carer is the word. And no, I don't really.

But when you accuse me...

Yes, so Stefan is an art dealer?

Yes. He's wealthy and believes that money can buy everything.

Yes, exactly that.

I have not received any money.

-Still. -Yes, dab a little harder.

My God! What have you done?

It's not dangerous. That's not why I called.

You have blood all over your face!

No, but this will heal. It will pass until he gets married.

You were right. There's a third person who made

it to the storage room first and knocked me down.

- Knocked you down? - It's a bit foggy but kind of like that, yes.

-And the storeroom, then? -CHAOS.

Pictures smashed, splattered.

And the door unlocked with a key, not broken up.

With a key? Sylvester and Hector are in custody. Then it can't be them.

It could absolutely be them.

This could be a running boy that Sylvester has duped.

Why would Sylvester destroy valuables?

He lives for valuables.

-Hello. -Hi.

Yes. Yes, I'll put you on speaker. Yes, wait.

-Hello? -Yes, we can hear you.

Well, this place is absolutely insane.

Oh, that's sad to hear. We're in a meeting here.

Johanna, the manager here, she sells drugs.

It was an elderly man, a patient, who told me.

She gives him morphine in exchange for payment.

What does that have to do with the murder we're investigating?

Nothing, I think it might be worth checking out.

Stefan Grosz, he is...

I'll stop you there for a bit.

Was Stefan Grosz -in a garage in Nacka half an hour ago?

Huh? No.

Okay. Thanks for this very useful information- -but now

I think you should rest, maybe read a good book. Bye.

We can't go on with nonsense like this.

Hans Holmér agreed.

Shouldn't I look up these names then?

No. God, so far-fetched.

We have evidence so it is enough for a circumstantial case.

But I can't prosecute Sylvester... ...

for sitting and drinking sherry in the victim's room.

The burglaries I shall prosecute him for, but that can wait.

Wait? You know it's only a matter of time

before that sea monster slips out of our hands, again.

Maybe we're looking for the wrong thing.

Imagine if it is not the art that is central.

Without anything more valuable than the paintings for the perpetrator.

-Were they cut to pieces, you said? -Yes.

Where does this hang?

There he is. The original.

Hold it.

Turn it over.

Yeah...

Do you have a knife?

Thanks.

Are all the paintings sold at the same gallery?

Yes. Gallery G, Vävaregatan.

Hello. We are from Nacka Police. This is Nora Linde, prosecutor.

-Hello. -What can I help you with?

We would like to speak to the owner of the gallery.

Yes, that's me. Has something happened?

Yes, I would like to show you some things.

Okay. Yes.

- Do you recognize these? -Let's see.

These are relatively unknown works of art by established artists.

We have checked them out and they have been sold here in

your gallery- -or in some of your branches in London, Paris, Warsaw.

Yes, that might be true. It's hard to remember everything.

And this was in my father's time.

This is Madeleine Kowalewski.

She is the one who supplied your gallery with fake paintings.

Isn't that right?

Madeleine was found murdered a few days ago.

What do you know about it? Do you know who murdered her?

Do you have an alibi for Tuesday night?

- No, but I... -Then you can come with me to the station.

Why then?

Because you are a suspect in the murder of Madeleine Kowalewski.

- It wasn't me. -Who was it then?

.

Is your father's name Stefan Grosz?

Stefan?

Hello, you have come to Alexander. Please send an SMS.

Hi, it's me. I think that Stefan might be armed.

Call when you hear this. I'm on my way to you now. Bye.

We have to leave.

-Skevik's rehab center. -Hello, my name is Nora Linde.

I am looking for Alexander Forsman. He doesn't answer when I call.

He might be in rehab, but I have to get hold of him.

I haven't seen him. But we tell him that you have called.

What the hell are you doing here?

No, my daughter does not answer when I call.

Something is wrong, I know it. I know that.

Remember when you asked me if I knew her and I said no?

-Who's that? - Madeleine.

No, I can honestly say that I don't.

She always changed essence. Appeared in various guises.

She was still some poor emigrant, but she was a femme

fatale- -or some fucking hippie. She loved to trick people.

Best thing way she knew. Created various fantasies.

Very, very, very skilled manipulator.

And then she disappeared. I thought it was too good.

And then... I'm so fucking stupid.

When we met again here, we didn't pretend about our shared past.

But then she invited me to her room.

And told me that she was tired of her boring life.

And then she contacted Sylvester.

It was Stefan who made the big money, not me.

I only got a fraction.

But I still have some unsold paintings.

In a warehouse.

Here's the key.

I will force his daughter to help me.

She manages the gallery now. Otherwise, I'll reveal everything.

All fakes. It would ruin them.

Scandalize them in the art world.

You have aged as exquisitely as a bottle of Cheval Blanc from -85.

My daughter calls her a narcissist. Borderline.

I don't know. I just know that…

...she was completely, utterly twisted!

Don't do this, Madeleine. Huh? We've always agreed, right?

I will make it up to you. I will make amends to you abundantly.

It's too late, Stefan. Too late.

And then she told me that she hid evidence

against me- -behind one of her fake paintings, and I...

Sometimes you end up in situations where you... panic.

It is completely human. It can happen to anyone.

And I understand. I understand that you were afraid she

would destroy- -something you've spent a lifetime building.

It felt like she took my life away.

But there is help.

There are skilled lawyers who can help you.

What does the inspector think should happen now?

What happened?

Hello.

A pleasure as always Stenes, We must do it again someday.

- Pär! -Oh!

- Sylvester has struck again. - Yeah. What did you think would happen?

-Shouldn't you be at the hospital? - No, it's fine. It's all good.

You don't have to be so tough.

But I don't need to be coddled.

Don't you like love and care?

People call me "The Puppy". It's quite natural,

isn't it- that you try to show you're not a fucking kid?

You're not a kid. Okay? You are a man.

Out in every little seam of these sloppy, boyish clothes.

You are my husband.

- I can take that one. - No, it's ok. I'll take it.

It was only Stefan that I...helped.

He had promised me a painting, so...

Are you interested in art?

No. I saw it mostly as a chance to get a golden chance.

Be able to buy an electric bike.

How about the neck?

It feels better now.

Maybe just because I know I'm not supposed to be here anymore.

And because an amazing woman is waiting for me.

I don't understand that.

What, love?

No, the Norwegian.

Yes, it's Nora Linde.

What are you doing on such an unusually beautiful summer evening?

Didn't we agree that you would turn yourself in to the police?

I did that.

However, I never said that I intended to remain surrendered.

You are splitting hairs. We're cooking.

Ah, you have company. Then I won't be long-winded.

-What's on offer? -Lamb and a strong sauce.

I have never understood that craze for strong food.

It's as if people don't understand that the heat.

.. -is man's desperate attempt to

hide the poor quality of the raw materials.

Just the same as the salted rim of a margarita.

Didn't you just say you weren't going to be long-winded?

Ouch, that stings.

I just wanted to express my great gratitude-

-for bringing justice to my beloved Madeleine.

Is it the Norwegian you are cooking for?

Yes. Why's that?

Isn't he a little...simple for you, Miss Linde?

Simple?

See you next time. I hope it doesn't take too long.

You bastard!

Has something happened?

No. It was just an old friend...girlfriend calling.

I talked to Anna by the way.

She was eager to get out this weekend.

Do we have anything planned? I haven't written anything in...

Yes, I will come soon. I'm just going to finish a matter here first.

Kiss, kiss.

.

-Is it drugs? -Mm.

I got it when I hurt my arm. Although I never

dared to take it, so I self-medicated with rosé instead.

Yes, you have to be careful with those.

Text: Pablo Diaz Bernal Iyuno