All language subtitles for Stella Blómkvist - S01E01 (2017) WEB.eng

- Stella? -What?
- It's Raggi.

- Am I interrupting?
- Of course you are.

What do you want?

The annoying guy on the phone is
Detective Raggi.

He's kind enough to think of me
when small crooks need a lawyer.

I have a man here who
needs a lawyer.

Get someone else.

- It's an old friend of yours.
- Hold on.

Stella? Hello?

Good boy.

Are you alright?

Hello?

- You can't smoke in here.
- Sure.

- Which one of my friends?
- Sæmi.

Sæmi fucking Jó. One of our
finest bottom-feeding crooks.

And an old client.

I don't have time for small
crooks, no money in that.

Not a small crook anymore,
we've got him for murder in the Ministry.

At the Prime Minister's office.

- You what?
- At the Ministry.

- Who did he kill?
- Stella! You want him or not?

I'll be there, see you in a few.

Leaving already?

Are you sober enough to drive?

Thanks for the ride.

Can I get your numb-

Brought something to eat?

What's with all the suits?
They having a paper-pushing party?

Every other Ministry has sent
a representative here.

It's not every day that the
Prime Minister's aide is killed.

This will take some explaining.

Hall a was the aide to Prime Minister
and Golden Boy Sverrir Kristjánsson.

SVERRIR'S HISTORICAL VICTORY

He and his Party swept into
our politics 5 years ago,

playing on the nation's loathing
of the old four-party system

and trumped the elections with
a single-party majority.

First they ditched the Krona
and adopted the almighty dollar,

Everything was legalized
and all restrictions were eased.

The icing on the cake was a huge
increase in relations with China.

Sverrir has put a great effort into
the largest land deal in our history,

selling Iceland's northernmost
island and nearby coast to China.

This caused huge changes
in Icelandic society.

Corruption thrives as ever before
in our little den of nepotism,

where only a few get everything
at everyone else's expense.

- But back to it.
- We guess she was murdered around 3 AM.

- Why is Sæmi a suspect?
- A few reasons.

Mostly that he was caught all
bloody, standing over her body.

Security footage shows Hall a
arriving at 1 AM, alone.

She dismisses the security guard
before disabling the cameras.

They don't come back on until
the next shift starts.

At that moment Sæmi is
spotted in the PM's office

covered in blood,
standing over Halla's body.

Let me know the moment
he's ready.

You have something on your neck.

- It's not my blood.
- He's fucked.

Am I fucked?
I didn't know her at all.

What were you doing there?

Her phone shows her calling you
2 hours before her death.

Do you have a credible
explanation for that?

Come on Sæmi,
you know how this goes.

You tell me, I don't tell anyone
and I help you get out.

- Sometimes I got her some Cola.
- He means blow, a.k.a. cocaine.

Remember to call it brown sugar
from now on. But you knew her?

In a business sense. We never went
to the movies or anything.

If you didn't kill her, how did
you end up covered in her blood?

I show up at 3 AM, she needed
co... brown sugar.

I enter through the back
as usual, but no one's there.

I go to the next room and she's
lying there and I freak out.

I check to see if she's OK
and I try doing CPR

but then this security guard
tackles me to the ground.

Come on Sæmi, you can do better
than that. Did she owe you?

I didn't fucking do it!

My client won't say anything that
implicates him in other crimes.

Let's say that he was there
to sell her... brown sugar.

- That doesn't make him a murderer!
- Are we questioning you or him?

Until you press charges he's
assisting in an investigation.

Raggi?

Did you try to have your way with her?
And she didn't want to?

- Is that why you attacked her?
- Have his way with her?

Are you a Mormon or trying to
accuse my client of rape?

We found semen inside of her,
it's being investigated right now.

My client does not need to answer
any of your speculations.

Ask a real question, Mrs
Fletcher, or we're done here.

Stella? A little chat outside?

Not one word while I'm away.

Edda Kristjáns, a big shot
lawyer and the PM's sister.

- Rumor has it she's the real power behind the scenes.
- Hello.

- You've wasted your time coming here.
- I have?

I'm Edda Kristjánsdóttir,
Sæmi's lawyer.

- Does he know that?
- Yes, Sæmi is my client.

I'm the only lawyer that
Sæmi has spoken to,

it seems you've wasted your
time coming here.

Let's fix that right away,
we can reach some arrangement.

Not just pro bono, but you're
paying to represent him?

I know who you are,
and I know you're not cheap.

Who's footing the bill?

If you're only haggling,
I'm sure we can find a price.

Thanks, but no thanks.

Sæmi is my client.
Get your own.

No one talks to my client
without my permission.

- What was that?
- Nothing. Shall we continue?

Sæmi has bigger problems than
my competitors.

Like how I agree with the judge
that Sæmi looks as innocent

as a German pensioner
living in Argentina.

Placed in custody
until the 19th of April...

Good day, I'm Stella Blómkvist,
legal representative of the suspect,

I need to have a look inside.

Hello.

- How did Sæmi get in here?
- I guess she let him in out back.

- What was she doing here so late?
- Working late, I guess.

The crime scene does nothing but
show that Sæmi did not belong here

and Hall a should have been
somewhere else.

The stain looks almost tidy compared
to the destruction of Halla's face.

A young man has been arrested
for the murder in the Ministry.

Sources say he is known in the
criminal underworld for petty crimes.

A press conference
will be held later today.

The nation fumed over the murder.

Clickbait articles filled with comments
of death threats against my client

or condolences over the fate
of a beautiful woman.

SÆMUNDUR IN POLICE CUSTODY

I'm just devastated.
It's unthinkable that such an act

could happen in the Ministry,
and that one of its employees

would fall victim to such violence,
she was a sweet girl.

God this guy's boring.

Why does the PM's sister
want to defend his aide's killer?

I can always count on the
boys in blue to add nothing

to the police files that
I don't know already.

Except for gory images of the body.

If you're wondering about the
minimalist décor

then let it be known that I can't be
bothered buying junk.

The perfect living room is out
there, I just need to find it.

Let's get to know this Hall a
a little better.

Cute, hair down to her shoulders.

Eyes sparkling and determined.

Plump and smiling lips.

Breasts that mama's boys dream of.

Tragic.

Hall a lost her parents at a young age

and was raised by her aunt in Selfoss.

Blossoms in student politics,
good at commanding attention.

Hired to the Ministry 18 months ago.

The other aide is familiar,
Haukur Garðarsson.

He helped me during my law studies.

CALL BACK IF YOU WANT INFO ON
MINISTRY MURDER

- That didn't take long.
- And you are?

I hear that your client is
in deep trouble.

And you're very mysterious.
What do you want?

If you want to know more, come to
the Hamraborg parking garage.

Why should I go to
a parking garage at night?

The police are being pressured to
wrap this up quickly and quietly

so they're avoiding
doing a proper investigation,

an investigation that would
benefit your client.

- I can help.
- OK, I'll be there.

- Should I call when I'm there?
- This number will be disabled.

Good evening.

I was told to get this to you.

You sound much more
feminine on the phone.

I'm just the messenger,
here to deliver that.

A few tips that could be useful
to you and your client.

How nice of you to
help out poor Sæmi.

Are you some kind of
"Drug dealers are people too" -charity?

Why don't you take this
to the boys in blue?

- Boys in blue?
- The cops.

They're investigating the case,
they should be getting this.

I have no more to say dear,
read what's in the envelope.

The letter matches the messenger.
Cryptic statements in all caps

about how little innocent Hall a
was Sverrir's party planner.

The interesting part is that she recorded
all the debauchery on hidden cameras

which she kept in a
blue bag as "her insurance".

Gunna. Tech guru/my landlord.

By day she runs a website
for online kitten dolls,

by night she buys crap
she finds online.

She's a hoarder and shut-in
with a weird cat fetish,

but she turned down a big tech firm
because they refused her terms.

Can you look up a license plate?

It's registered to the
Avis car rental.

Can you see who rented the car?

- The Ministry of the Interior.
- Can you find a list of employees?

- With photos?
- Here.

Stop.
That guy.

Þorlákur Pálsson? Chauffeur to
the Minister of the Interior?

- Who's the Minister of the Interior?
- Her name is Dagbjört.

Right. The token woman of
Sverrir's administration

credited for getting Sverrir's
boys' club re-elected last year.

Thanks.
Good night.

What do you know about
a blue bag?

- What blue bag?
- I'm asking you.

- I know nothing about that.
- What do you know, Sæmi?

I don't have much
to work with here.

It's mostly you
saying you didn't do it.

How many times do I have to say
that I'm no murderer?

Sæmi doesn't know anything about
a blue bag, and less about Hall a.

I'll need a different method
to get a hold of her recordings.

Are the results back from the
DNA test on the semen in Hall a?

- Yes and no. It wasn't Sæmi.
- Oh? Then who?

We don't know.
Someone who's not on file.

Someone who murdered her?

We'll look into that.

She could also have had sex with
someone else earlier that day.

- Have you searched her place?
- Forensics just wrapped up.

- Did they find anything?
- Nothing related to the murder.

Did you check the report?
Something about a blue bag?

- W-What are you on about?
- A blue bag.

- Did they find one?
- We haven't had time to go there ourselves.

- No blue bag then?
- No.

MINISTRY OF THE INTERIOR

- Good day, who's next in line?
- I am. Daníel Scheving.

Unfortunately, she had to
cancel your appointment.

- I must see her now. I booked this session ages ago.
- I'm sorry.

- I travelled across the country.
- I'm sorry.

- You'll have to book another appointment.
- Goddamnit...

Hi, I have an appointment, I
represent Daníel Scheving.

- Isn't he...?
- Yes, but he had urgent business, so he sent me.

- Is it long now?
- She's just finishing up.

Yes, that's what we originally
discussed.

Exactly, we agreed on that.
I'm aware of that.

I have a guest here in my
office, thanks very much.

I'm sorry Daníel, but it's been
crazy here...

- You're not Daníel.
- He needed to step out.

And since his slot opened up,
I snuck myself in.

Thanks for the phone call
last night.

I figured you might want to
meet me face to face.

I read your letter. You clearly
want to say something.

Let me have it.

Oh my.
These are some big statements.

I have no idea.

But I would be careful
talking about what's in there.

No idea, huh?

Small pro-tip, since you're
new to this,

make sure your messenger doesn't
leave a trail right back to you.

I have a guest that needs to be
escorted outside. Thanks.

- And here I thought we could be friends.
- We'll see.

Until then, I suggest that you find
the videos in that letter.

The blue bag is the key, if that helps.

And what does this
blue bag look like?

No one knows.

Thanks for the chat.

Gunna? Hi. I need a tracking
device and a blue bag,

can't you find them in that
junk pile you call a living room?

Make sure the bag is blue.

Terrific, meet me at the back of
the Interior Ministry office.

- Here.
- What's this?

- I asked for a tracking device.
- It has GPS and "Find My Friends".

It's the 21st century. A smartphone
basically makes you James Bond.

It's fully charged and should
work for a couple of days,

- but set it to Low Battery Mode.
- And the bag?

Didn't you have anything else?

I want to see Halla's apartment.

- What for?
- To do your job.

- Now?
- Yes, now.

Damn it.

Goddamnit.

It's best you wait out here.

No no no, I'm to go in first.

Police! Who are you?
What are you doing in here?

- Cleaning.
- And you are?

Lena.

How did you get in here?
The door was locked and sealed.

I just used the key.

Unauthorized people are not
allowed in a police-sealed place.

You're unauthorized yourself,
this is my apartment.

- What do you mean?
- I rented it out to Hall a.

- S-she was my niece.
- Then she can be here,

you can't lock the apartment
since it isn't a crime scene.

Yeah yeah.
Do you have ID I can look at?

Thank you.

Raggi is harmless, unless
you're covered in bacon.

- Are you also with the police?
- No, I'm a lawyer.

- Did you know Hall a well?
- You could say that.

She grew up with me,
after her parents died.

- And you kept in touch?
- She visited every other weekend.

- She still played with Barbies?
- She collected them.

Her parents always gave her a
doll when they went abroad.

Right up until...

Well, they're all together now.

Right. The nice little Barbie girl.

I get the feeling the weird aunt
didn't know Hall a all that well.

I'm just happy that they caught
the monster that killed her.

- Oh? Did they?
- Isn't that so?

Well, it checks out.

We can't have people
waltzing about in places

that have been sealed by police,
this place is under investigation.

I thought you had the killer?

- I'm hoping that we do.
- She doesn't seem so sure.

Of course she isn't,
she's his lawyer.

She gets paid to be unsure.

Thanks, Raggi.

The bait is set, now we just
wait for the trap to be sprung.

Let's see if I can scare up
some other prey first.

Let's check on her co-workers.

- We won't budge from this stance.
- Haukur. Nice meeting you here.

- You know each other?
- Yes, it's... Stella?

Haukur helped me with an essay
a couple of years ago.

- Is that so?
- Yeah.

- What was it about?
- Just legal stuff.

Haukur's very good
at legal stuff.

Mister Prime Minister.
How are you?

You don't need to answer her.

- What exactly are you doing here?
- My job. And you?

Come on, Sverrir.

Haukur dear, could you escort
your friend outside?

- Everyone's really tense.
- Things have been better here.

Got a moment to spare?
I came here to see you.

- You can walk me out.
- Come this way.

It's terrible.
And you're defending the guy?

- Has he confessed?
- He says he didn't do it.

Oh? I thought they found him
standing over her, all bloody.

Innocent until proven guilty,
and all that.

But I wanted to talk about
the victim, and not Sæmi.

Hall a? What can I say?
She was... just very nice.

But you were both aides to the
Prime Minister,

- weren't you constantly in touch?
- Yes and no.

I didn't know her personally,
just from work.

- We had different duties.
- Was Hall a a good aide?

Off the record?

The Ministry was planning
to replace her.

Why?

She was the party type.

I don't wanna talk bad about her,
with her being... dead, you know.

She'd go to the bathroom and come
back a little too perky.

No accusations here,

but it takes more than a latté
to keep at the pace she was going.

Tell me something:
Edda, your boss's sister,

- tried to remove me from the case.
- Edda? I know nothing about that.

Since I have Sverrir's surviving
aide in front of me,

- could you get me a meeting with him?
- I don't know if I can do that.

He's a very busy man.
I'll try.

Do you know where he was
at the time of the murder?

The Prime Minister?
He was just at home.

Covers his mouth. Liar.

- At least hiding something.
- I have to go.

Good luck.

SVERRIR: LIFE GOES ON
LET'S NOT LET THIS AFFECT THE CHINA DEAL

All roads seem to lead to Sverrir.

At least the pack surrounding him
seems to be closing ranks.

Hello, bait.

Tolli? Are you free?

Taxi man Tolli helps me out
until I get my own car.

He's one of my old clients that's
still in the red,

I helped him get a higher payout
after a work accident.

My bait ended up in the middle
of nowhere. This better work.

- I can't get any closer.
- Thanks Tolli, add it to my tab.

No problem, Stella.

Nice place. The thugs really
add to the Feng Shui.

- A Johnnie, single.
- What's that?

Johnnie, black label.

My my. Some things never
cease to amaze me.

But wait a minute...
Valdi Porno.

He got the name for importing
dozens of third-world strippers

to dance at his "erotic" club
for "gentlemen."

He's involved in all kinds of shady
things but he's never been caught.

Recently he's been working on
cleaning up his image,

mostly by doing "confidential"
work for his best friend,

Prime Minister
Sverrir Kristjánsson.

It wouldn't surprise me if he's
also involved in this murder.

Am I speaking to the friends and
family of the Prime Minister?

I'm here by the bar.
Just wanted to say "Hi".

What do you want from me?

I was just looking for my bag,
thanks for finding it.

I have no idea what
you're talking about.

Don't try to be funny.

You, or someone on your behalf,
broke into Halla's apartment.

Are you covering for your brother?

If you won't stop following me,
you'll face consequences.

Whomever makes a threat about
committing a felony, or-

- I know the law, thank you.
- Why were you talking with Valdi?

He and Sverrir are
best buds, right?

You're a very clever girl,
but it's time you realize

that you're poking at something that
you cannot handle, or understand.

Don't think that you matter
at all in the big picture.

- Because you don't.
- And neither did Hall a?

I wonder what the big picture thinks
of Edda and Valdi's secret meeting?

This is the police.

- Evening.
- Good evening.

We got a report about
suspicious activity here.

Yes, someone's broken in here.

- Do you live here?
- Yes. Who called you?

- Was it Gunna?
- Gunna who?

- From the upper floor.
- Yes. It was Gunna.

Won't you come with us downtown
so we can take your statement?

- Can't we do that here?
- It would be better downtown.

- Do you know if Raggi is on duty tonight?
- Yes, he is.

It's best we get going,
to get this over with.

Aren't we going the wrong way?

We forgot to take the phone!

Give me that!

Don't be so difficult.

Is this your first time touching a woman?

Dispatch, we're taking a food break.

- So, where's the blue bag?
- What bag?

Don't try it, bitch. Where is it?

OK, I'll tell you!

If you drive down
Borgarvegur road

and take a right at the roundabout
you'll reach Spöngin.

From there you go right
up your mama's ass-

- You're so funny.
- Thank you, I'm here all night.

Did you lose something?

You're not going anywhere.

- There's something in your face!
- Fuck you! Get her!

Did you see where she went?

Come on, let's get out of here!