Dad! - Sandra!
This murder may very well be connected with those missing drugs.
What was your role in the inquiry? - I helped Bengt with some notes.
You think she's involved? - Maybe.
Darling. - Why would I stay here?
I want you to. - You don't want me at all!
I know someone who works with troubled teens.
You consider living with me and maybe I'll talk to him.
He gave me the name of some porn actor, "The Bull".
Go with me now or go to hell!
Thank you, doctor.
You crossed the line...
We don't have 5 minutes, don't you understand?!
Go home.
Ronny. - Hello, Ronny. It's Tom.
Did I leave my pills there? - I can check.
Do it, please.
Can I trust you, Tom? - Michelle was serious!
Screw Michelle! - Go with me or go to hell!
Come on now!
This is Bo Thyrén, one of our youngest detectives.
Runa Forss. Keep it up, Bosse! - Thanks.
You'll work here. - Perfect.
Hey, Mette! Come here.
You know each other? - Yes.
Rune will replace Söderberg, as you may know.
I didn't.
Then we got plenty of catching up to do.
Splendid. - Isn't it?
Ah... water! - What's Forss doing here?
Now it's war.
Here.
You got someone to look after you?
I'm OK. - No, you're not.
This girl owns a barge in Långholmen. She rents out cabins.
Take care.
Thanks.
Any news from Abbas and Tom? - No.
I tried to call but it's like my calls don't go through.
What are you reading? - The life of Hatshepsut.
Who's that? - A female Pharaoh from 1500 B.C.
She was poisoned with a facial cream.
How's the heart? - It did stop today.
One of the worst policemen I know just stepped in as my direct superior.
Rune Forss. - Ah...
Say...
Got some Viagra?
Hi, Alex. It's Bengt. Can you come over as soon as possible?
My father recently died in a rest home and something doesn't add up.
I got some info about his death and it concerns what you're working on right now.
I don't wanna talk on the phone, can you come over? I'll wait up.
How are you?
I spoke to Michelle.
Tom...
It wasn't your fault.
You tried to stop him but he wouldn't listen.
We need you.
Tom...
Olivia. - I need your help.
Old favorite?
I thought you had left.
It's easy to let yourself go whenever things go wrong.
Abbas won't feel better because you turned yourself into a shipwreck.
Maybe it's not that simple.
Mom met another man. - How nice.
She moved on then. You seem pleased.
See? It's not that hard.
Hello!
You're the one who called? - Yes, you had a cabin.
Luna Johansson. - Tom Stilton.
Can we have a look at the cabin? - You got references?
You're worried I won't pay? - I want it in advance. 3000.
I've lived on the islands for one year. Before that, I had no home.
Sounds reasonable.
What were you doing before going homeless? - I was a cop.
No less...
The kitchen.
Here it is.
The largest cabin, 7 square meters. - A cell in Kumla is 10.
Rent one there.
Is there a lock on the door? - No but I can get you a padlock.
You can use shower and kitchen and the two bottom shelves in the fridge.
And the money up front.
3000. - Thanks.
Sandra? Hey!
What have you been drinking? - Alcohol.
You found my computer? - Unfortunately not.
I have thousands of photos in there.
Here, drink this.
I love your nails. - Thanks.
Can I sleep here? Just for tonight, on the couch...
That's OK. I'll just have to tell Charlotte.
Have you thought about living together? - I actually didn't.
It would be so cool.
Have you thought about talking to Mårten?
The "Spiderman"?
I'm afraid whoever killed dad will come after me too.
Mette, we looked into Sahlman's work computer.
Mostly work-related stuff. - But...?
He's been looking at French newspapers
almost everyday. Nothing to do with his job.
He Googled several times "murder in Marseille".
Murder in Marseille? - Incidentally, right where Abbas was.
Mette, my office in one minute.
What is it? - Come, look at this.
This graph represents the age of every member of the police organization.
See those spikes? They're all people of advanced age.
My ambition is to cut those spikes. Rejuvenate and refine...
What are you talking about? - You're in those spikes, Mette.
You mean you want me to retire? - Can you consider it?
You'll have more time for your husband... Mette!
Mette... - What is it?
He wants me to retire. - That's absurd!
He already sees himself as Commissioner. - It's despicable!
But... he may not last long around here.
You're hungry? What would you like?
Sandra?
I'M NOT AS STRONG AS YOU ARE. THINK ABOUT ME. SORRY. -
Sandra?
This is Sandra. I can't pick up now.
Sandra, it's Olivia. Call me as soon as you hear this, please.
Charlotte. - Hi, have you heard from Sandra?
Wasn't she with you? - She left. Call me if you hear anything.
Of course. Bye.
When I got home last night, I found her drunk so I let her sleep over.
Then this morning I found the note. She won't answer the phone, nobody saw her...
Olivia... calm down.
It's absurd! She's putting so much pressure on me...
But you'd like to help her. - Yes but it's like she...
She wants us to move in together. It's not possible but I don't wanna upset her.
Mårten, how do I handle this?
It's not your duty to take responsibility for her.
You gotta set limits. - This can turn ugly...
She'll understand sooner or later. She will, trust me.
You gotta be patient. - She worries me constantly.
Of course you're worried but right now you gotta take a step back.
Have one. - Thanks.
Here's another one. - Another what?
Frustrated woman.
Why are you frustrated? - We can't find Sandra.
Since when? - This morning.
This morning? She's a teenager, I wouldn't worry too much.
Thanks. See you.
Mette... sometimes you can be very insensitive.
Hi. A bit cheeky. - Yes.
You'd like some whisky? - I don't know, I'm very tired.
Cheers.
I am the groundskeeper at Skogskyrkogården cemetery. - Ok.
Now you know.
How did you end up homeless?
It's a long story... hard to explain.
How long have you had this barge?
I found it 2 years ago in Toulouse. I traveled through canals.
I need to get some rest.
Why didn't you call me?
I wasn't feeling well. - Where are you?
On the roof. - Is Charlotte home?
No but Thomas made dinner.
Ok.
I've been thinking about that "Spiderman".
I wanna meet him, it might be good for me.
I think it's a great idea. - You think about that other thing.
Good night. Sweet dreams. - Bye.
They woke you up this morning, after the anesthesia.
You pulled through.
Where's Tom? - In Stockholm.
Did you see who shot you?
Abbas will be alright. I spoke to Michelle.
You're feeling better now? - The pills are working.
You'll stay in town? - Yes.
How's your work going?
Are you interested or you're just being polite?
We got a murder connected with some drugs disappeared from the customs offices.
It's called 5-IT. Can you keep your ear to the street?
We'll talk again.
I'm leaving. - You're leaving?
I told you. See you.
Yes... I think we should start with... - You really have a pet spider?
Yes, you wanna see it?
Disgusting.
Most people think that. - My dad used to hate spiders.
Why do you like them? - They're sociable.
Spiders?
Have you ever had a pet? - Yes, a cat, but he died.
It's very sad... what was his name? - Tsunami.
I'll give you a book. - I don't read.
This is a special book, it's got no words in it.
What do I do with it?
You can draw or write on it.
You could start by writing about your cat... Tsunami.
Ok but listen to this: Gustav Sahlman suddenly dies in Silvergården.
His chart disappears, his son is murdered and his nurse moves abroad.
They're hiding something huge.
We gotta see the email she sent to him.
Jelle! You're back!
What's this taste? - Curry.
Good shit.
You're together? - No, I'm just renting a cabin.
Cool.
You promised you were gonna clean yourself up.
I did, Ronny got me into Krukis. (rehab center)
I was totally clean, I swear!
What's this? - 5-IT.
It's much cheaper than heroin and it's totally harmless.
You think so? - I know.
Who did you get it from? - Some guy. Hallis.
It's great. Sometimes he just wants a blowjob instead of money.
What the fuck! Dammit!
I have an extra cabin in case you need to rest.
Who's Muriel? - Some girl I know.
Where did she get it? - You gotta look for some guy named Hallis.
Bosse, can you look for a Hallis?
Lisa, have these analyzed. I need to talk to you.
I'm afraid I'm gonna need your help. - With what?
Rune Forss. He took charge here and he's on my neck.
You're kidding... - He wants me to retire.
Rune Forss was one of the clients of Jackie Berglund's girls.
You were right all along. Your investigation got too close to him.
He's a bastard.
And a potential catastrophe for the police.
Imagine if this got out.
How old is this list? - One year ago.
He's still seeing prostitutes? - I only know about his past.
Does Jackie know about this list? - I don't think so.
Good.
Jackie Berglund?
Get back in the gutter.
Remember Jill Engberg? The girl murdered at the Continental?
The murderer might be in the Red Velvet contact list, a guy named Rune Forss.
You think this Rune Forss killed her? - Did he?
Rune Forss is a policeman. - Yes and he's also on the list.
It's an old list. A list of potential clients anyway.
So he's a potential client.
Every man at a certain level is a potential client.
You're not at that level.
Lisa Hedqvist? Rune Forss.
Everyone here tells great things about you. A "rising star", they say.
We need a new generation to take over. Young and strong women.
Have you heard my motto? "Rejuvenate and refine".
Are you a detective yet? - In 7 years.
7 years? It's time to speed things up. You're not planning to have kids, are you?
Actually not. - Perfect.
Yes?
Wrong time? - I was about to go to sleep.
Me too. - Standing up?
You know what this is?
A dead butterfly. - A "Camberwell Beauty".
Yes, and...?
I thought you might like some company. - From a dead butterfly?
Thanks for helping Muriel. - I like her.
Is she asleep? - Yes.
She reminded me of the butterfly. So fragile and tiny.
She's ruining her own life.
Why didn't you take her pills? - To keep her from going away tonight.
Sleep well. I hope you won't have nightmares.
You found him? - Yes.
Is it Hallis? Yes, he's with Clas Hall.
Mid-level drug lord. We put a unit on him.
Clas Hall is at Riche's.
What do you think is her problem? - What?
Mette... something's bothering her. - Yes.
Will you ask her? - I don't think she'd like that...
Who's that?
Fuck... it's her! - Who?
Yes, I know it's late. I'll call a taxi.
Yes... - Wait, I got a call.
Hello?
Don't lose sight of both.
You worked with Bengt Sahlman on the case of the missing 5-IT.
You think some colleague of yours might be involved?
I don't think so.
Did he write any report? - No.
Maybe it wasn't him. - Him?
Before he was murdered. - I have no idea.
What's your relation with Clas Hall?
Who is he? - Someone from the drug ring.
I work for Customs, I don't date drug dealers.
This was taken tonight at the Riche restaurant.
Can you please look at the picture?
It's you in the picture, isn't it? - Yes.
And who's the man?
He's just some guy I bumped into. Do you know him?
It's Clas Hall. - Ah...
You have a relationship? - No, he's not my type.
This was taken a bit later.
I'm sorry... I lied.
I was weak to his charms and we kissed. It's illegal, is it?
No, but it's interesting. - Why?
Hall has been selling 5-IT to prostitutes, the same that disappeared from Customs.
5-IT can be bought on the internet. Ask your dentist if you don't believe me.
Or ask Hall himself.
Are we done?
She's cold. - Yes.
But she must be furious with Hall. What about him?
He's been seen in his apartment. We're ready to go in.
We'll do the interview tomorrow morning.
What the fuck are you doing?
Nothing. It's good to see you too.
Mette! - I'm going home.
Clas Hall disappeared. - Disappeared? We had him!
Mette!