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-Good morning. - I wouldn't want to call it that.

I would like a headache tablet.

I'd like to have some tea. Green.

I'll get to it soon. I'm just going to take this to Birgitta.

- I don't like him! -No!

I don't understand why the boat can't come sooner.

- I don't want to be here. - It gives me the creeps!

Huh?

-What's that about? -What's the matter with him?

What is happening?

Birgitta? Birgitta?

-Oh, my God. -Call the police!

Hello?

Your snoozing. Up you get.

What time is it? Do you have to be so Norwegian?

"Oh, I've got to get up at half past four"-

-"and churn some butter and salt some cod."

I went in a little earlier. There's a lot of chaos at work now

that Stenmark is gone. In case you were wondering where I was.

He hasn't moved to Belgium - he is on course.

No, that's true. I'm here now - love you

-Kiss. -Bye.

-You were a goalie, then? Cool. - I have been since childhood.

-Do you want to hold the door? - Sorry.

What are you going to do?

I'm going to mount a couple of those in there too.

Yes, hello? What, now at once?

Yes, yes, we are coming. Send the coordinates.

There you are. Good morning.

Alexander, this is Emma Ols. Our new colleague.

It's her first day today, so we're doing a little tour of the station.

And Emma, ​​you said you're like a...?

-Badger. I love to dig. - This is our Norwegian champion.

Yes! I've heard of you.

It was you who was involved in that bombing, right?

We are done with that. - We have to go.

A death out on an island, some old lady.

We have people there securing the place. We'll be back.

- It's the room furthest in there. -Okay.

Yes, say hello to Birgitta Piik, Author.

Yes, so I see.

She has no external injuries, but skin and mucous membranes are bluish.

We're talking about poisoning then?

Yes, maybe. And this is the only inhabited house on the island-

-and the only people here were the old lady's

gang and her...assistant or whatever he is.

Look here.

Oh. Yes.

Sick.

Yes... We'll take them all in for questioning.

Excuse me, can I go get some sedatives?

I think we need it.

What kind of sedatives?

It's in the medicine cabinet in the kitchen, it's...Strong.

-Is it yours? - No, it was Birgitta's.

It's prescription, so we cannot allow that.

Okay, now you will be escorted to the police station. For interrogation.

We need to find out what happened.

I need to be at my reception.

But we don't know what has happened.

Our colleagues will pick you up very soon, then we'll go.

Hello, muchacha!

-Hello, Nora. -Hello. What are you doing here?

- We're going out fishing. -Is that so?

-Eylo, you know you can say no? -I know.

-The Finnish carbon steel knife. -Huh?

When we got married, we got a Finnish carbon steel knife as a present.

-I need it. -Yes.

Would you be okay with picking it up? It's probably in there.

- I need to talk to Henrik. -Yes, absolutely. I'll fix it.

It's in the third box on the left, I think.

- Well, what have I done now? -Not you, your mother.

-What has she done? - Apparently you were at dinner last Saturday.

Eylo, our daughter and you.

And she started talking about how love doesn't exist-

-but just consists of a lot of chemical substances-

-and that you absolutely shouldn't get involved so

early in life and a lot of bitter shit. And you say nothing.

I can't take responsibility for mom's opinions, can I?

And then she asks what Eylo's parents do.

Yes, exactly. What do they do?

- Bus drivers, both of them. - Yes, exactly that.

Yes, and then she says: "Well, you've got no bigger ambitions than that?"

“That's boring. Hope it doesn't get passed down."

Okay. I can't scold her now. Do you understand?

It's been hell for her since dad died.

It's been ten years!

Now she has finally managed to get her nose above the surface of the water.

She's even going out to the archipelago-

-for a reunion with old friends. That's fun, right?

Yes. I'm not saying you should

gag her - but tighten the leash a little.

-Is it this one? -There!

The knife.

Great, thanks.

- Have they said anything? - No, I think they are in shock.

Yes, what do you say in Swedish? "Assembling the ranks."

Now, you must all be checked.

How, "checked"?

-And how are we going to do it? -Explain what it means.

So, what are we doing here anyway?

We'll just take a picture and fingerprints, there's no danger.

-I'm going to sue the crap out of you all! - I am a journalist.

May I try?

Hello?

Hello!

There has been a murder. You were all there, therefore you are all suspects.

I want to know your name and your name.

The more you protest, the more suspicious you become!

What...?

Good.

Okay, good. Now you can start processing them.

If you have been registered, you can come with me to the interrogation room.

No, I'm not going to be interrogated.

Unfortunately, you cannot decide that. Everyone must be questioned.

I think I can actually.

Merit Popovic, SU unit. Special investigations.

I know what it is.

You have problems with registration. It's probably just something

wrong with the data - but I'll have to look into things like that.

Registration of what?

Drugs. Seized drugs.

It is missing from several different raids.

I'll need a room here somewhere.

The station manager, what is his name? Stenmark?

He is... He is on a course abroad.

Then maybe you can help me?

It's probably just take one that's free.

You can take Stenmark's office.

Yes. But then maybe I can start by talking to you?

No. I have to go. It's complete chaos here now, so…

She was a writer.

- Well, what was her name then? -Birgitta Piik.

Birgitta Piik? are you kidding

She is a celestial body in the detective heaven.

- Haven't you read Birgitta Piik? - No, I don't read crime fiction.

What do you read then? Yes, you look in picture books.

You will receive a list here from me: George Joseph Christian Simenon.

Le Carré, not French, English.

His name was actually David John Moore Cornwell...

Yeah, so we thought we'd just talk to everyone...

That sounds reasonable. Couldn't it be a natural death, then?

No. There are no outwardly visible injuries - but

the medical examiner thinks it might be poisoning.

Yes. She fell on face, one might say-

-if I may express myself a little irreverently.

-When are you coming home? - Never, I hope.

Don't say anything, but I might

be offered a job here after the course.

There has been some gossip about it.

You'll never get hired by Europol with that beard.

Let's say: I am crushing the English.

Yesterday someone thought I was born in Oxford.

My French is excellent, as we know.

Damn, now I have to dash. I don't have time for this now.

Have a good time! Bye, guys.

Hell!

When is Stenmark back?

Soon, I hope. I think the communication is lame.

Yes, our roommates are not very reliable.

Wow, that sounded mean.

But seriously, I don't understand what we are doing here.

I know why. It concerns the murder of some oldie.

Nora? Nora! Nora!

Yeah...

Birgitta Piik, that is.

The technicians are working there, but from what we could

see - there was a broken drinking glass, a brandy glass

next to her, there you want to see if there are any fingerprints.

There was a locked display cabinet, with one pane of glass broken.

We don't know if anything was stolen.

I can't take this case. There is a conflict of interests.

My former mother-in-law is one of those arrested.

-Too hot to handle. - No, not particularly.

So therefore, Pär, can you take over the case.

But...this is huge. Or, this is international.

You got it.

With press conferences in English. In German, in French.

If only Stenmark was here.

We will keep a lid on it.

And I will stand in the wings and stage whisper.

Okay.

Then start by interrogating the women's league.

As quickly and painlessly as possible because they are old.

Because they are old. As fast and painlessly...openly as possible.

Nora. One of the inmates wants to talk to you.

Yes.

-Who is the man? - It's Birgitta's assistant, Tony.

Okay, start with him then.

And find out who inherits her stuff.

Tell the Beaver to look up all the information...

Who is the Beaver?

She is the one who was here, our new colleague.

I don't want to know where that nickname comes from...

- The beaver? -Yes, what was it then?

The badger.

Okay. Call me if there are any developments.

-Oh, Nora! How good. - Hello, Monica.

-You wanted me to come. - Have you called Henrik?

He needs to know where I am. He must be worrying himself to death.

-Henrik is out fishing. - Please, try to get hold of him.

He must find out what has happened.

That Birgitta has killed herself. Because that's what you think, right?

I cannot comment on an ongoing investigation.

-But you will be interrogated. - I can be interrogated at home, right?

No, you can't.

But you're a prosecutor, can't you try to help me?

- Please, Nora? -This is not even my case.

-Have I become a case now too? -Okay, I have to go.

But you'll, call Henrik. I haven't even had my coffee!

Stay there.

So you were Birgitta's assistant. Is that the right job description?

Yes.

-How long have you been doing that? -For 23 years.

-23? -Oh, damn.

And four months. Birgitta was a wonderful employer.

She saw me as her weapon bearer.

Did you live together?

Yes, she needed me at all hours of the

day - so that's what was most convenient.

And you never felt that you needed a life of your own?

Birgitta was my life.

Did you have a sexual relationship too?

My God, absolutely not!

Birgitta therefore invited her old friends.

Excuse me. Was your name Tony?

Welcome! Come with me.

Should we carry the bags ourselves?

No, leave them. I'll carry them up later. Come on.

-Okay... - Let's go.

Birgitta never invited anyone to her house - so

there hadn't been anyone there for almost twenty years.

She was a little tense. But she was very much looking forward to it.

What a view she has here.

Welcome, dear friends! So nice to see you.

Welcome to my little Shangri-la.

Tony can take your jackets.

Then we will take a guided tour around the house.

Kerstin is a well-known couples therapist. Inside the insiders.

What a room…

Anita has worked at a bank as a conference hostess.

-What a place! -Awesome.

Ursula. Journalist. Very sure of herself.

Oh, they are beautiful!

And Monica. Widow. She mostly plays bridge and goes to cocktail parties.

Yes...

Oh. It is very crowded. How do you find things among this?

- Tony. - Yeah.

So this is where the magic happens?

Yes, unfortunately I haven't read you. Detectives are not my cup of tea.

Especially not Swedish.

They are translated into many languages. English, German, French, Polish...

-Cyrillic. -It is not a language, dear friend.

It's an alphabet.

And this is where you keep all your money.

And what happens here then?

Those are different murder plots from my books.

You have been really productive, Birgitta.

Maybe it's different when you don't have children.

The rest of us have a hard time finding the time. Now with grandchildren too.

-What is all this? - Those are my murder fetishes.

Huh? I have to take a selfie here.

This display cabinet...had a pane in there that was broken. Do you see?

So?

If you look closely, Do you see something missing then?

What would it be? No.

-Nora Linde? -Yes?

Merit Popovic, SU. Do you have a second?

-Absolutely. -Good.

I have received all the inventory copies now-

-and there are cameras both inside and outside the warehouse.

It's not easy to fit into a station like this.

You don't win popularity contests, right away.

But we can only hope that it is just a mistake in the accounting.

-What is missing? - It's drugs.

Drugs?

Opiates. Mostly tramadol, but also some fentanyl.

It's probably just a mistake, but I have to check.

- It's nothing you've seen? -No.

- Will you question the staff? -Interrogate...or torture.

No, I can't do much actually.

I can only talk to people. I talk, wait, watch.

And if there is reason, ask for a urine sample.

If someone steals from the storeroom, this has

been going on for some time and maybe they have

either sold, or developed a rather strong addiction.

Shall we?

Alexander?

You still here?

Yes. I spoke with the internal investigator about... Yeah, a bit of a logistical problem.

I missed you this morning.

Yes. Me too.

You know, I understand you pretty well by now - and

I can see that there's something weighing you down.

But since I'm such a provident, empathetic and

modern partner - I'm not going to nag you.

But I'm here if you need to talk.

There is nothing weighing me down.

See you.

- Are you driving? -Yes.

You don't suspect me, do you?

At times like these, we have to check every single detail carefully.

And we hope that you and your girlfriends are cooperative.

Now, I'm not going to do your job- -but wouldn't

it be better if you went looking for the killer?

Trust me, that's exactly what we do.

Someone tried to burn something in the fireplace.

Do you have any idea what it could have been?

No. Why would I know that?

And those of you who were with Birgitta, how did you know each other

We went to Fjellstedtska learning centre together, all five of us.

But after graduation we didn't see each other very often.

I made a career in banking, gave birth to three boys in a row-

-and didn't have much time for this...

Yes, whatever it's called. High maintenance.

Okay. Birgitta was high maintenance, you mean?

Mostly, yes. The rest of us probably also got a little tired.

I was probably the only one who had ambitions.

Birgitta, then. Didn't she have any ambitions?

Birgitta? Yes... She was probably a little fuzzy in outline.

Difficult to distinguish between fantasy and reality.

And so she ate steadily, always something in her mouth.

What would you actually do out there with her?

-Were you celebrating something? -Hardly.

So just a nice dinner with good friends?

Good friends? We were all a little surprised by the invitation.

Let me say welcome again. I'm so glad that you wanted to come here.

Eat up and share some memories from all the years that have passed.

I hope this will be an evening you won't soon forget.

Thanks.

-Skål. -Skål.

Go ahead.

-Who is this Tony? -Yes, isn't he a bit strange?

When I met him, he had just turned eighteen.

I did research for "The killer wears black gloves"-

-and sat in on a trial and saw him there.

His mother had been hacked to death by his father.

My god...

Tony found her skeletal parts buried in the garden.

Macabre.

Since then, he has worked with me and lived here.

And it's going really well.

How nice to see you all here!

Oh!

So she invites old friends to share old memories?

I still don't understand what this reunion was about.

I think Birgitta wanted to show off her wealth.

But she always exaggerated. Lied.

I never trusted her. She lied all the time.

Couldn't it just have been a sign of vivid imagination?

Yes, given the choice of path she took.

She couldn't choose, with grades as bad as she got.

Making things up and lying were the only things she could do.

It doesn't seem like you liked her very much.

You couldn't bear to see her, right?

She was not a person to my liking. Too...vulgar.

But that doesn't mean I wished her dead!

Any idiot can understand that.

- Shouldn't we do something? - Yeah, yeah. Absolutely.

It can't lie here and die by itself.

- The knife. Where did we put the knife? - It's here.

Carefull! Take it easy on the boat.

- Sorry. Here. - No, you pulled it up.

It's your catch, so you get… Those are the fishing rules.

- But please, Henrik... -Yes?

This call is a call from an inmate within the correctional service.

- Henrik? -Mother? Wow...

Baby, I need your help.

-What has happened? - They have taken me.

-What should I do? - Henrik?

- You have to kill it! - I haven't killed anyone.

No, mom. It wasn't you I meant...

- But they think I've killed someone. -What are you saying? Has someone died?

Birgitta has died, and they took us all in.

Take it easy. Mama, just take it easy.

I will come as soon as I can. Kisses and hugs.

So. We must go.

- I intend to report you. -For what?

Because you have imprisoned me. Treated us badly.

- You think so? -Mm.

We have offered breakfast and let you make calls.

I recognize you. Are you who I think you are?

It depends on who you believe I am.

Are you the constable who has started a relationship with my ex-daughter-in-law?

Yes, that's right.

Yes, get started then. Let's get this done.

Would you like to describe your relationship with the victim?

Out of touch. But we were good friends in our youth.

You were good friends?

Because I got the impression that none of you liked Birgitta.

Don't confuse me with the others. I am not part of that collective.

Birgitta was a bit odd, but we had nothing untoward with each other.

We got along well, but eventually drifted apart.

Was there a specific reason you drifted apart?

It's common for young people to drift apart-

-and get different interests as you grow up.

I think people who only hang out with their childhood friends stagnate.

I personally want to live a rich life. In every sense.

Hello? Are you with us? Hello, are you in there?

Yes...

Now, if I make an effort to answer your questions...

-then you can show me the respect of trying to listen.

Even if you don't understand the language.

When you received the invitation, how did you react to that?

Yes, I was flattered. Thought it would be fun.

Thought it felt odd to see how

a celebrity like this lives their life.

It started very bright and easy. Surprising, actually.

We had just come home from that big music festival in Denmark.

Yes! And that's when I told my parents that I was

with you, in your parents' summer house in Torekov.

I told mine that I was with you at Sandhamn.

We missed the train to Copenhagen because

you were hooking up with a snooty Belgian.

He wasn't snooty at all! He was very handsome.

His name was Baudouin, and he smelled of cinnamon and apple body wash.

And we would study all night because we had a big test the day after.

And you promised to get caffeine pills.

But they were just sugar pills!

But Ursula claimed she was so drugged-

-that she couldn't sleep for two days!

I felt high!

After all, I was the only one who got everything right on that test.

What fun we had. What wonderful memories.

You were never on that trip, Birgitta.

No, I was never asked.

Now it is time for the next chapter in our gathering.

And I think we should raise a glass to that.

-Skål. -Skål.

Of course you're wondering why I've invited you all

here after all these years. I have written a new book.

It's not a detective story, it's not a novel.

It's a... It's an autobiography-

-which I hope will be my magnum opus.

I haven't submitted it to the

publisher yet- -but I want you to

read the whole thing first and have your say.

So...go ahead.

And...you're all in the book.

Oh...

-Hello. -Hello.

So she's gathered her friends to celebrate.

.. ...that she's written an autobiography?

Friends and acquaintances. They don't seem to have loved each other much.

But Birgitta must have written about them in the manuscript.

And then maybe it's what someone has burnt in the fireplace.

Have they burned all the pages, or are there some left?

I don't know. We'll see.

Because it would be interesting to read.

Well, you wonder what was written that is so bad

that you need to set it on fire.

-Sounds a bit far-fetched, doesn't it? -What is?

That one would find traces of the perpetrator in her book.

A little "Murder and no tales".

What could be in a book worth killing for?

Our colleagues are coming up with

the first round of evidence- then we'll see.

And there should be a computer with the script on it?

No, she used a typewriter.

But I can go down to the evidence room and check.

I'll come with you.

Was that all? Was there more?

There sure was.

We didn't have time today, but we're going back tomorrow.

Bingo! I found the script.

It's the press. It rings all the time!

Surely you were the one who said "keep a lid on"? Now it's off.

And I don't know what to do.

Who has been gossiping to the press?

Nora...

I'm drowning now.

But Pär, I can't be involved.

We're risking a possible prosecution down the line, you know that.

It will be fine, you don't have to do everything yourself.

A good supervisor is good at delegating.

Is there anything else I can do for you?

Can you take a look at this?

This is the script for Birgitta's autobiography.

I shouldn't get involved.

No. No, you really shouldn't.

Where did I put the script? I must have lost it.

Birgitta was impulsive. Acted without thinking.

Overactive immagination. And so on.

Only the elevator was broken, so she was sent straight to the principal.

ADHD, probably. Maybe I'm occupationally injured.

-You were a psychologist, right? - I am.

I still have the couples therapy

clinic that I ran with my husband-

-who is now unfortunately passed away.

I've tried to cut back...

but people have so much trouble in their relationships.

If you only knew which ones I have treated.

It's both politicians and celebrities.

Can we just go back to the island, thanks?

Did you see anything, or did you hear anything?

When is that?

During the night you were there. Did you hear anything, see anything?

I slept well, thanks for asking.

Yes. Okay, your relationship with Birgitta then?

Except you thought she had a diagnosis.

I have nothing against talking about Birgitta.

She was raised without the privileges that the rest of us had.

And that made her insecure.

She...made up weird things to get attention.

What kind of "strange things"?

Do I need to go into it? Take my word for it.

Just answer our questions. It's that simple.

Do you have aggression problems?

It can be rooted in depression. Or low self-esteem.

These strange things, what would they be?

Well, "stretched the truth" is probably an understatement.

You mean Birgitta's autobiography, I assume?

That she wanted you to read. That's why she invited you, right?

Yes, I didn't recognize myself at all.

But it didn't take many pages of reading until

"the shit hit the fan," if I may express myself vulgarly.

Birgitta, now you can come out!

The book was completely different than Birgitta's so-called "comfort blanket".

The script was, among other things, about an alcoholic woman

of culture, who fabricates stories and sleeps with young artists.

-Birgitta, now you can come out! - It was Ursula.

-Do you hear what I'm saying?! -The worst thing I've read.

Terribly mean.

But...unfortunately terribly true.

Now Ursula wasn't the only one Birgitta

had lined up - we were all hanged.

You must tell Birgitta that she cannot hide up there.

What kind of rubbish is this?

One wonders what on earth she is doing.

Why is there no coverage on this island? Not a single peep, impossible!

I can't answer that. Sometimes there is radio fade out here.

I want a taxi boat, pronto!

Birgitta will surely come down soon, just let's calm down a bit.

-Is there more like this? - Yes, it's out in the kitchen.

If so much as a single word of this shit finds its way into

a bookstore- -I'll sue the crap out of place!

Tell her it's defamation.

Well, then I have to go out to the kitchen myself and get some vino.

It would be interesting to know...

why she's letting us read this at all.

- Yes, she wants to scandalize you. -"You"? Us!

With untruths.

I'm hardly mentioned in that.

-Birgitta is busy. -I'm leaving here immediately!

I'll want a taxi boat here in ten minutes.

Do you hear what I'm saying? Do you hear what I'm saying?! A taxi boat!

I just spoke to the taxi company.

They are not taking any more bookings at this time.

How did you think we will get out of here, then?

I'm afraid you have to prepare for a night on the island, as planned.

Now I suggest we tone it down a

bit. Sit down and talk this through.

The most important thing right now is that we look each other in the eye.

The most important thing right now is this, the crystal ware.

-Do you have any other suggestions? -No.

Can we agree on anything at all?

- No, we can't. -We can make a statement.

Text: Pablo Diaz Bernal Iyuno