All language subtitles for Gasmamman.S02E10.en

You haven't heard anything?
No demand for an extortion payment?

No, nothing.

What a fucking prick. Why did
you let Niklas killer guard our house?

–He's one of Dad's guys.
–Niklas would've killed you.

When I moved in with Anders,
I was already pregnant.

–It sounds like an idling car.
–It's Östling. I know it's Östling.

–And he has a motive.
–What motive?

He wants my entire inheritance.
He thinks he deserves it.

–What if I give you Rose?
–All or nothing, Sonja.

I know where Simon is.
You have a club I want.

The hostage is secure!

–How did they find him?
–Barry.

–How does it feel to be a grandfather?
–He's home and asleep.

–Are you out of your mind?
–Damn, do you have children Hanna?

Oh, sweetheart. Hello, darling.

We can't just sit here, we've to find him.
Put Östling under surveillance.

There's nothing indicating that
it's Östling. I'll never get it through.

We're tracking Gustav's phone.
It may give us something.

We have to find him.

Quiet!

–I hope you have coffee with you.
–Hi, Mum.

–No coffee, then.
–Forgot! I'll bring it next time.

–Who is it?
–Fuck it. Help out instead.

–One injection twice a day.
–How much?

–You can start with five millilitres.
–What if I don't want to?

–What if I just leave?
–I've found you every time.

Don't try anything.
She'll send the dogs after you, okay?

Yeah, if you do this,
you can keep the dogs.

Leaving already?

Nice!

–Help.
–You're warm. I'll open up a bit.

–Sonja, I just found out.
–Shut up!

–I want Gustav back.
–I wouldn't kidnap your child.

–I know it's you.
–There's peace between us.

Even if it wasn't, I wouldn't
go after your children. Never.

I beg you, Henrik. I'm begging you.

You really disappoint me.

I wish I could help you. I am.

It's alright.

Does your mum know you're here?

Are you hungry?

–Are you looking for work again?
–Gustav is gone.

Someone has taken him.

Do you think I have
something to do with it?

Östling has something to
do with it and you know him.

–Have there been demands for money?
–I haven't heard anything.

Go home to your mum now
and I'll get back to you.

I don't stay long.
Just a short while.

If he has the energy,
he has the energy.

How are you, old chap?

This morning, I had a feeling
you were singing your last song.

Then I decided to come here
and hurried as much as I could.

There's something you need to know.

–Is it something about Sonja?
–She's transferring her inheritance to me.

Including the marina.
This is something completely else.

You fell for Speedy's simple lie–

–that Niklas wanted to murder Sonja.
When he just wanted to scare her.

So Niklas' death...

...is my second greatest triumph.

–You made it possible, Anders.
–Son of a bitch!

This is not about that.
I want Klara to tell you something.

–My greatest triumph is not mine.
–Please, Henrik.

Klara, tell him who
Sonja's father really is.

I'm sorry, Anders.

–I'm sorry for your loss.
–Thank you for your help.

You're not Sonja's father.

–You said you were sorry.
–Otherwise he wouldn't have believed me.

–You are totally fucking ruthless.
–Right is right, an eye for an eye.

I don't want to. I don't want to.

Stop, please!

Yes! Perfect!

Listen!

–What?
–They laugh, it's contagious.

–I won't let Sonja take that away from me.
–There's no risk.

Sonja is slow. We can't
wait any longer, let's go.

Mum.

No!

Don't!

–I've made you some tea.
–Thank you, darling.

He'll be back.

No, everything's fine. We have found
Gustav's bike and his phone.

We're done with it.

It wasn't far from here.
We think that's where they took him.

–What happens now?
–He's a wanted man. We're looking.

We'll find him.

Thank you.

–Are you okay?
–It's okay.

My sister's wedding.

I don't know when we
can see each other again.

Come on!

You're making me deaf.

You don't understand how
boring it is here! You get me?

Come on! I can't be alone.
I can't take it any more, really.

–I'll have to call you back later.
–Don't hang up!

–Mum.
–What is it?

I don't know! It was in the mailbox.

–Mum.
–Sonja. Linus, get some water.

Sonja, Sonja. Hello.

–Linus, get out of the room!
–Whose is it? Is it Gustav's?

Make sure Kasper doesn't come here!

–What kind of madness is going on?
–Mum, I think it's a real finger.

Wait. Let me look at it first.

You... Stop it! Leave me alone!

Stop it!

No, stop!

Sonja.

–Hello.
–Is Sonja there?

It's for you.

–Hello.
–I know who has him.

First of all, you should know I've
got nothing to do with the kidnapping.

–Where is he?
–It's Östling.

He has a contact in
the police, Fickan Olsson.

Her real name is Mimmi Olsson.
It's the same person.

Mimmi Olsson has a crazy mum that she's
hiding and I'd guess that Gustav is there.

–They've hidden people there before.
–Where?

I don't know...

Unfortunately, I can't help you even though
I want to. You'll figure this out, Sonja.

–You know where she works.
–Sonja, what the fuck's going on?

It must have been
delivered during the night.

No demands, no directives.

The finger matches Sofia Lindgren,
a homeless woman in Hornstull.

This is absolutely
fucking insane. Find her.

Mimmi?

–Excuse me.
–I'll take care of protection for now.

There. Her.

–Is that her?
–What?

–Nothing. Just a fucking arsehole.
–Go after her. Hurry up.

There you go.

Fuck, not dogs. Fuck.

Coffee.

–Stop!
–How long will he be here?

He's going over the edge.
Just so you know.

–I know he's there.
–Can't we get help?

We wait until the bitch is alone,
then we take a look.

It's full of fucking disgusting dogs.

What if I let him go
a little earlier, then?

Shit!

I don't like you.

You're not in charge any more.

Fuck!

–Come out, I know you're there!
–Fuck, the dogs.

–Who are you?
–I'm here to pick up my son!

–There's no one here.
–I know he's there. Take him out!

–I say, get him out now!
–Leave!

You can't be on my land! Put the gun
down or I'll send the dog after you!

–Then I'll shoot it!
–You've no right to be here. Leave!

–Get him or I'll shoot the dog!
–There's no one here, for fuck's sake!

I say, get him!

–What the fuck! Holy shit.
–I'll shoot the next dog!

No. Put the gun down.
Are you out of your mind?

–Get him or I'll shoot! Now!
–You don't fucking touch the dogs!

But get him here, for fuck's sake?

Or she'll shoot another one,
you fucking bitch!

–One, two...
–Wait! I'm coming!

Fucking lunatic! She fired!

Holy shit... You shot it.

–Gustav! Mum's here.
–I'll get him!

–Come here Gustav.
–What the fuck have you done to him?

Come here, darling.
Come here, sweetheart. Are you alright?

–Son of a bitch, you're gonna regret this!
–Get in the house, you fucking bitch!

Mimmi will find you!
Then you'd better fucking watch out!

Damn it, Leroy! What the fuck!

–Hello, we need help! Immediately!
–What has happened?

He has ingested drugs.
I don't know what it is.

Ouch, not the necklace.
Honey, I'm here.

Hi, Mum.

–How is he?
–Well...

It will take a few days,
but he'll get better!

Dad died yesterday morning.

–Are you sad?
–I don't know.

Hi, Grandma.

Hi.

–What have you done to your leg?
–Shot.

–How did it go with the kid?
–Good.

–Can I offer you something?
–Whisky.

Seems like Östling and Fickan
are a bit angry with both of us.

–I need your help.
–Again?

I want you to take care of Fickan.

Or we could do both.
Do you have any ideas?

Yes, indeed I have.
I have 15 kilos of cocaine...

...stashed.

–Fuck, you scared me.
–I know.

Don't you have anything
more important to do?

No.

There are the boxes.

–Any questions?
–No.

What?

If I'd had you as a mum,
everything would have been better.

Barry, stop blaming Mum now.

Now it's happening.

All right. That's good.

Hey, guys. Hugo's in the infirmary
putting a bandage on his leg.

–It leaves no trace.
–What is it?

–It's insulin.
–Where did you steal it?

It's all right! It's my own.

–The cameras?
–They're twisted away.

Okay. Ouch!

–Do you want some painkillers?
–It sticks like a needle.

–I'll take care of it. You stay here.
–Hurry up!

Here.

Are we almost done?

Where's the doctor?

–You have a visitor.
–Who?

Sonja Ek.

–Send her up.
–You can go up.

Sonja, I forgot last time...

Thank you for entertaining
my darlings at Gröna Lund.

They seemed to have had fun.

How is your son, by the way?
I heard that he was in trouble.

Are you here to settle?

–I'm here to give you a warning.
–Okay?

–The police are going to raid the place.
–They won't find anything here.

–Are you sure about that?

It's always a challenge
with an opponent of calibre.

I'm sorry to say it.
But, it's not you, Sonja.

Police! Get down on the ground!

Freeze! Show me your hands!

–Cancel.
–Copy that. We're cancelling.

As I said, you aren't an opponent
of calibre. Think of your children.

Sign everything over to me now
and you'll have peace and quiet later.

Linus may not notice
anything today or tomorrow.

But I guarantee you that he'll
not live to see his 15th birthday.

–That bastard knew what we were doing.
–I had no choice.

–How the hell did he know?
–It's my fault.

–What?
–That son of a bitch, Fickan...

She put a gun to Winston's head
and forced me to tell.

Fuck.

–Then we have to tell.
–Not with Winston in mind.

–Okay.
–Mum, it's the ladies from Gröna Lund.

Hi, Grandad!

–Check the children's backpacks.
–Sonja, for fuck's sake, now you...

Don't you want a cookie?
You work so hard.

–Let them go! What the fuck are you doing?
–Calm down!

Mum, why are the police here?

Mum, they're destroying my rucksack.

All right, then.

I'll never forgive you for this!

Henrik Östling! You're under arrest
on suspicion of a serious drug offence.

Take him out.

I'll be out soon.

See you then. Son of a bitch!

How did you know?
Or maybe I don't want to know.

I give him five years maximum.
You could've locked him up for good.

–What the fuck happened?
–I don't know.

You can't win this war.

If you want to frame Östling,
for real, there's one thing to do.

Something you should've
done a long time ago.

I promise you! We're doing everything
we can to reduce your sentence.

You're sticky. When
will you stop sweating?

I don't know. In a while.

–Will you go to Australia then?
–We'll see.

–I love you, brother.
–I love you too.

Where the fuck is the rest of it?
The old bastard must have hidden it.

We have to find it.
All right, I'll talk to you later. Bye.

–Ha, ha, how boring you are.
–Hi.

–How are you?
–They're discharging me today.

This is your chance to
lock up Östling for good.

I've heard that before!

–You've been dreaming about it.
–What do you know about my dreams?

Is she aware of the consequences?

–Then I want a filmed testimony.
–Okay.

I don't want to end up in the situation
again where she changes her mind.

–She won't.
–Close here later.

Are you going travelling, sweetie?

Oh, how sad.

I thought I got you.

What you did to Sonja's son,
it wasn't okay.

–Have you hidden the coke here?
–No, everything is sold.

Rosales bought it all
back for half the price.

The money is here. That's quite a
lot of money. More than I need.

What do you say?

–Ouch, ouch. What are you doing?
–You didn't want an aesthetic.

Can you finish today?

This is the first time someone's been
shot in the same leg two days in a row.

–Are you Sonja Ek, born 73–08–01?
–Yes.

Then you must take the oath as a witness,
Are you ready?

I, Sonja Ek, promise and declare
on my honour and conscience–

–that I will tell the whole truth
and not conceal or alter anything.

–Will I be lying here?
–Darling, you decide that for yourself.

–There's a long way to go.
–That's what Magda and Nicke thought too.

–I'm not going to Dad's funeral.
–Who does?

–Should he lie here?
–No, no, no.

–It's a family grave.
–Hey, honey.

Here's your son.
Isn't he beautiful? Now, let's see.

Say hello to Daddy here.
Here he is. Not so far down.

–Hanna, what are you doing?
–He's here.

He's here! I see you!
I miss you!

–I want to see you!
–Stop!

He's not there, stop!

–I'm going home.
–Let's go home. Let's go to the car.

–Should I call the psych ward?
–Do it.

–Shouldn't you tell your mum?
–Those who need to know, they know.

It's peaceful here.

Here's the money for
the stuff Östling stole.

I took my share,
a little extra for the leg too.

I hope that's okay.
The rest is yours.

It can be good to
have after your trip.

You're afraid of becoming
a criminal like me. It's too late.

Come by Rose sometime.
I'll get you a table.

–Is Zac still working?
–He's dead.

–I was joking. I fired him.
–Why?

–He was fucking around with the staff.
–Completely unacceptable.

–What about Fickan?
–We'll leave her alone.

–We'll have use for her in the future.
–We? We're even now.

–Louise Blom sends her regards.
–Don't tell her back.

No, I won't do that.

Östling gets 16 years, thanks to you.

Still too little.

Are you ready?

–You don't have to come.
–You're tough.

–Hi, my name is Sonja Ek.
–We're waiting for you, welcome.

–Hi, I'm Chris. Welcome.
–Thank you.