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Do you know him? David Ehrling.

No... We have met but that's all.

Rumours are that he has a soft spot for younger women.

THE INNER CIRCLE

You can call Elvira a lot of things, but not boring.

Rumour has it she's been eyeing up Ann-Louise, too.

-Ann-Louise Hegel? -Yes. Didn't you know?

-Do you think she has a chance? -Against you? I doubt it.

But don't dismiss her. She's stubborn.

Created by Håkan Lindhé

There will be nasty insinuations. So I'd like to propose something.

That whatever happens, we try to keep the next few weeks civil.

-Fair play all the way. -May the best candidate win.

Tomorrow is the press conference with Elvira.

Lena was wondering if you could come.

-But... Not really. Why? -It would mean such a lot.

-To you and Lena? -I don't want to argue. I want an answer.

-You wanted to talk about David Ehrling. -Wasn't he involved in this deal?

Or actually the brain behind the whole idea?

-With its rather dubious setup. -Enough!

Get out!

Sparre? Is she at Kvällspressen?

-Do you know her? -Not really. I've met her briefly.

How briefly?

No, I haven't slept with her.

-Everyone knows you're married. -Yes. To Ingrid for 10 years now.

What's her take on all the rumours about you?

-What rumours would they be? -Your fondness for pretty young women.

Sitting in bars late at night, drinking vintage champagne.

You were supposedly out last night. With Erik Hansen.

-It feels as if she knows something. -Yes.

If she's spoken to Vanja, we're in trouble.

-I'll deal with this. -How?

Never you mind.

Spike, I really need your help.

-You're really going for him. -I'm just doing my job.

Right now, your job is going to Kallis. I want all my journalists present.

I have got something very interesting for you...

A video of David Ehrling and two prostitutes in Moscow.

STOCKHOLM, THREE YEARS EARLIER

Or...

What's the time?

-A quarter to four. -Shit!

-Isn't this coming off? -Yes, of course.

-Why have you got it on? -I don't know. Maybe I...

You know, maybe...

Maybe I should go home?

-Of course not. -It might be just as well.

At this time?

You see...

My daughter has to get to the stables really early in the morning.

-And I'm taking her. -You've got children?

-Yes, I do. -How old are they?

Well, my daughter is seven, and my son's fifteen.

He's from a previous marriage.

What? Are you married?

Yes, I am.

You must have known. What's wrong?

-How the hell would I know? -Hang on, now...

I was sure you knew. That you'd checked me out.

-Googled me or something. -Googled you?

I think that's for you to tell me.

Hey, listen to me, now. My wife Ingrid and I...

This is okay.

You see, we have a... An agreement.

-It's fine. -I really don't want to hear any more.

I'm going to the bathroom. When I get back, you won't be here.

-Hang on, Josephine. -And this never happened.

WEDNESDAY JULY 4, 10.30 P.M.

What the hell is happening?

-Get in the car. -Yeah, yeah.

Where are we going?

No, I can't. Something's happened at Kallis.

Someone put some coffee on. Moa? Make it strong.

Is everybody here?

-Not Josephine. -Someone call her.

-I'll do that. -Great.

Right, does anyone have any idea of what the fuck happened over there?

-Well? -A terror attack.

-I heard someone died. -Me too. On the dance floor.

-No one saw it? -There was no time.

They said it was a girl. Well - a woman.

-Any age? Hair colour?

Hi, you have reached Josephine...

No answer.

-Maybe she went to bed after all. -I met her. Outside Kallis.

-She was going in to talk to you. -Oh?

Try her again. Okay?

Right! We need to get a grip.

Dead woman at Kallis.

At Kallis. During the political week. That's all we've got.

Hi, you have reached Josephine...

Did you get through?

-Might it have been a terrorist attack? -Don't know.

-I did think of that when we arrived. -Yeah?

There couldn't really be a better place for a terrorist to make an impression.

-Bearing in mind... -Hi, it's me!

-Who? -Dad.

-What do you want? -To tell you I'm okay.

You don't need to worry about me.

Is Ingrid there?

Nope.

-Oh? Where is she? -She went out.

Where? When?

For a walk, but that was an hour ago.

-Is Grandpa there? -He's sleeping.

Okay.

Just tell everyone I'm fine, please. All's well.

-Okay. -We'll talk some more tomorrow.

Okay. Bye.

What moron is texting in the middle of the night?

WHERE ARE YOU?

Who do you think?

Wait, I think...

Listen, I've got to go now, Martin.

-Are you okay? -Yes. You?

-Yes. Sure you are? -Yes.

-Any news? -No. There's nothing on Twitter yet.

-I imagine there will be soon. -You bet.

-And tomorrow's press conference? -Don't know. Are you prepared?

-Your speech? -No, I'm not.

-Let's find a place and do it together. -Now?

My name's Katarina Bergmark and I'm the Operations Commander.

I want to bring you up to date with this evening's events.

Excuse me.

Excuse me...

Come on, Louie.

There was an assault at Kallis

which sadly led to the death of the victim, a young woman.

-Who was she? -I can't tell you.

-We have to notify her family first. -Was she a politician?

-Or a journalist? -I can't say.

As a result of this, we'll be opening an investigation

which may later transfer to Stockholm...

Hang on!

...but right now it's in the hands of the Gotland police.

So if anyone in here has seen

or heard anything that might be of interest, please get in touch.

DAVID EHRLING: SORRY ABOUT LAST NIGHT. DINNER?

JOSEPHINE SPARRE: I'M NOT INTO MARRIED MEN.

IT'S NOT LIKE THAT. A DRINK?

FUCK OFF!

DO YOU WANT TO DELETE THIS CONVERSATION?

Thousands of people rushed out from Kallbadhuset in panic.

Anna, can you tell us what happened?

I am here at Kallis, in the middle of Visby

where the DJ battle came to an abrupt end.

According to what I have heard, one person was found unconscious...

-Oh, it's just you? -Yes, it's just me.

-What's that? -There's been an attack at Kallis.

Oh dear.

Wasn't David meant to be there?

-Was he? -Yes.

He was supposed to be doing some DJ battle or something.

-Was he? I didn't know. -Oh, well.

Well... You'll switch it off when you leave, won't you?

Thanks Anna, we'll get back to you.

We're still waiting for information about what seems to be

some sort of attack by an unknown perpetrator.

-Good night. -Good night.

-My, my... -How are you?

-I don't know, really. -It'll work out, David.

-Think so? -I know it will.

I think I need a whisky.

What about you?

-Yes, a small one. -Eine kleine?

All right.

-Not the whole bottle. God! -Just don't drink it all.

-David? -Yes?

I've got something to tell you.

-No, not another... I can't... -This is important.

You know this...

-Our mutual and total openness? -Yes?

There are things you don't know about me. Things I don't think you'd like.

-Okay? -This happened before we got together.

At Harvard, I did research for an essay about land grabbing in Africa.

I read about a company, Shield Inc.

Its employees used to work with security in Iraq,

but moved their operations to Eastern Africa after the war.

They work for large companies that want the land.

They demolish villages, drive people from their homes...

Hundreds, maybe even thousands, have been killed.

And they get ludicrous amounts of money which go to different tax havens, and...

And this really sickened me,

so I decided to do something about it.

Without going into detail, I found people who...

They shared my feelings and wanted to help out.

Okay.

-What did you do? -Hacked their accounts.

And gave the money to the right people.

-What's the link to this? -After the interview with Josephine...

...we both knew that if she wrote about this, you'd be finished.

-Yes? -So I contacted one of the hackers.

Spike. Via Darkweb, and asked for help.

We haven't been in touch for years.

I don't know what he does these days, but he answered right away

asking what my problem was, so I said.

That she had to be silenced or stopped, at any cost.

After that, I've heard nothing.

I only meant for him to hack into her computer

or erase her hard disk or something.

But what if he misunderstood me?

There's probably no need to worry, but when I try him, there's no reply.

Before, he replied straight away.

-I can't be totally certain. -Darkweb?! For fuck's sake, Lena!

-What were you thinking? -I did it for you!

-I'm sorry. -Hang on. This...

-Spike. -Spike?

Or Wizard 13.

Well, this person... At the time, could he have done something like this?

-Think, dammit! -Well...

I don't think so. But as I said, I don't really know him.

I'm sure it's nothing to worry about, but I wanted you to know.

Okay.

-Sorry I flared up, but it's... -Don't worry.

There's one thing I should maybe tell you, too.

Okay?

-Josephine Sparre and I... -...did have sex?

No.

-We... Almost. -Almost?

Yes, almost. We...

At one time, we simply... Well...

But I felt I really didn't want to.

And then, it...

-It turned sour and she was bitter. -Because of that?

Well, because she... Anyway, I tried to make it right again.

I texted her and I e-mailed her. I tried, but...

She told me to fuck off.

Okay.

Nothing else while we're at it?

No.

Can I sleep here tonight?

Vanja puked all over my room, and I didn't dare let the cleaners in.

Good God! Of course you can.

-Thanks. -Okay.

Well... She could be really pushy, and I guess she had lots of enemies.

But doing something like this...

-Do you think it was revenge? -I really don't know.

And whoever did this...

Those bastards can't win.

-Good night. -Good night.

-When will you be done? -This won't take long.

-Tomorrow, maybe? In the afternoon. -And her mobile?

She was carrying that. We've already got it.

We're just as keen as you are to solve this.

Sure, but we're the ones in charge of this investigation.

-Agreed? -Sure.

-So, sometime tomorrow afternoon. -Great. Thanks.

What about Ehrling and Erik Hansen? Do we leave that?

No. Not at all. No way.

-Why don't you take over? -Well, they took her computer.

They'll return it.

You could start from a different perspective.

With a personal portrait of the Party Minister.

-And his beautiful wife. Good reading. -Yes, maybe so.

Please answer me!

Shit! Fucking hell!

-What? -Open the window!

-What? -A spider.

-Shit! Kill it! -No way!

That's bad luck. I can't afford that. Open up.

Please don't!

What a beast!

-Fuck! Get down! -Bloody hell! It's not true!

I say! Up already?

Or...did you just get back in?

-No. -No?

I'm off to Visby to support my husband. I'm not exactly keen, but...

Then why do it?

-Do what? -Well...

Why do you support him when you don't want to?

You don't want to be Mrs. Prime Minister.

-Or have you changed your mind? -No.

Why do it? You're an artist!

-Not an appendage to a careerist. -May I suggest that you...

-Okay. -Hi darling.

-Are you and dad splitting up? -No.

Whatever gave you that idea?

You don't want to be Mrs. Prime Minister.

Oh, darling. True, but I only meant that...

I have things I want to do.

But I'll keep doing them even if he becomes Prime Minister.

-I'd rather be here with you. -But can't I come along?

No, you'd just find it really boring.

How do I get to the stables?

Well...

Hey, I'm here.

I'll take you. On the moped.

-Have you got all your things? -Yes.

Thanks for everything.

I've heard rumours that you're resigning.

I know you can't talk about it, but if it's true,

I want to say thanks for everything.

Thank you.

I hope you'll soon find the time to think about yourself.

HEAT BUILDING BETWEEN MINISTER EHRLING AND HIS PRESS OFFICER

See this?

Look.

Okay...

That explains why no one's sitting with me.

Who cares? The only rumours I can control are those involving me.

-Do you think Ingrid's seen this? -No, she won't have.

-Sure? -She doesn't read this kind of stuff.

Okay.

-Coming? -Yes.

-Hello! -Hi! I mean...

No!

-Now I got splashed with poo. -You shouldn't stand so close.

What...?

Do you have to do this? Don't you just want to hit the woods?

-If you don't, it can start chafing. -Chafing?

-Don't you even know what chafing is? -No.

You always boast about reading so much

and being so smart, but you don't know what chafing is?

Oh, you brought your dad? How nice.

Yes.

There are loads of mums here.

That little girl's dad, does he never come?

-No, because he's dead. -What do you mean?

-I mean he's dead. -Okay.

-Hello there! -Hello?

-You're Klara's dad, aren't you? -Yes.

-Mette. -David.

As you know, we've got the Beginners' Show on Saturday.

-Yes? Oh yes. -We need some help building jumps.

-Could you help? -That should definitely be possible.

-Great. I'll sign you up for that, then. -But... Is there...?

If there's any problem, have you got a contact number?

It's on the Starting Order I emailed you. You've probably already got it.

Our little romance has become a really hot item on FlashPolitics.

There's huge interest in Ingrid's visit. There must be 50 journalists out there.

-So now you have to deliver. -All right.

-Come on! -Deliver...

Nervous?

Yes, I am a bit. What about you?

Are you kidding? I'm nervous as shit.

You have some explaining to do, you know.

-Hi! Great that you could come. -Yes, wasn't it?

-I'll go and see if they're ready. -Right. Thanks.

Listen, Ingrid...

-I can explain. -No need.

-But... -But you do need to come home.

-Oh? -Yes.

I saw your friend Martin at the restaurant yesterday.

-He said your son's stopped turning up. -Really?

Yes. He asked if he was ill.

-What the hell? -Which he isn't.

I didn't know what to say, so I said you'd be in touch.

-The brat. -Yes.

If his dad didn't try to pay off his bad conscience,

maybe he'd realise you need to work to earn money.

Are you ready?

Coming?

-Hello, I'm Ingrid Ehrling. -Hi. Astrid Pahlawi.

I'm David.

Please take a seat. Would you like anything?

-No thanks, I'm fine. -Me, too.

Okay. I'm glad you both came.

-Yes. -Naturally.

I'd like to start by asking how you're handling what happened yesterday.

Well...

How can I put it? It's... Awful.

-And you were personally acquainted? -No, not personally.

But we met only hours before it happened, so it naturally feels very close to home.

She was a very skilled journalist who will leave a huge void.

There are not many like her. So it's a terrible loss.

Okay, let's change the subject.

As you know, the two of you come across as a power couple.

-What's your feeling, Ingrid? -Do we? Maybe so.

How can I put this? David is...my solid rock.

I know it's a terrible cliché, but...

It's true, though. He's always there for me.

For us, his family, when we really need him.

And I'm doing my best to be there for him when times are tough.

And we delight in one another's success when the going is good.

And right now, the going is very good for you, David.

You've been mentioned as a party leader candidate.

In case of Elvira Kropp's resignation. Any thoughts on that?

I'll have to deal with that if the situation arises.

Would you like to be the wife of a prime minister, Ingrid?

You have your own design career.

-Can you say something about that? -I have my own brand.

I design shoes, jewellery and accessories.

And who decides at home?

Wow. I think I'd have to say we both do.

-It's... -A joint effort.

Don't you feel you're competing at times?

-Maybe so... -Yes, we've stopped playing board games.

Finally, I was wondering... And I hope you don't take offence.

How do you handle all the current media rumours?

Er...well...

It... To be honest, I actually don't care.

No. I know there are rumours and that you hear lies.

And...

I know where I've got my David and he knows where he's got me.

-A photograph, Kalle. -How about a kiss?

A kiss.

-Right. We'll be in touch. -Yes, indeed.

Thank you. Best of luck with everything.

-Thanks. -Thank you, Ingrid.

That one's great.

-That was really well done. -Can I leave now?

Please stay until the press conference. Then we can go home together.

Are you actually free to do that?

You're seeing Elvira to discuss strategy.

But...

One minute. I'll be back.

-What's that about? You're not leaving? -There's something I need to do.

It's a family thing. It's vital. But I'll be back.

-I promise, Lena. -All right.

God...

-Sorry I'm late. -Come in.

-David. -Elvira.

-So, how are you? -I don't know.

-Slightly nostalgic? -I get that.

-No change of heart? -No way.

It'll be a relief to leave this behind.

Oh, really?

-But I'm not stepping down just yet. -Okay.

So now we'll focus on what I'm saying in my speech tomorrow.

Right.

-And...? -So what have you written? Your speech?

We haven't had time for that yet. Other things have kind of come up.

You have nothing on paper I could read?

-No. -And your press officer?

Like I said, there's been such a lot...

-And as you may understand... -What you've been up to doesn't matter.

When I appoint a possible successor, I expect them to be well prepared.

And to have a plan.

Surely that's the least one can expect from a potential Prime Minister?

-Don't you agree? -Oh, definitely.

What could you possibly rustle up now?

-I don't... -Exactly.

Oh, well...

I think Victoria prepared something about tax equalisation. Stick to that.

David?

-Did you hear me? -Certainly. That's what we'll do.

Good.

-That's that, then. -Okay.

-That's that. Okay, thanks. -Thank you.

-And about your pretty press officer... -Yes?

-What about my pretty press officer? -Get rid of her if you want this job.

-Three minutes should be enough. -Yes. Thanks.

Hello.

-Hello? -I'm looking for David Ehrling.

Okay, but the press conference starts in ten minutes.

You'll have to wait until after. I'll put your name on the list.

-Bojan Eriksson. -Bojan... What newspaper?

I'm from the police.

Hi, this is David Ehrling.

David? This is so weird. The police are here.

-What? -To talk to you about the murder.

-To me? -Yes. She seemed very keen.

David?

She'll see you after, so don't sneak off.

-That would not look good. -I won't.

-Hello. -Hello.

-Here you go. -What's this?

-Your speech. -My speech?

Now you know what to say.

-Indeed. -Great.

-So, this protocol I asked about... -Yes.

Right, we're on shortly. Have you looked at your speech?

Subtitle translation by: Katharina Lyckow www.plint.com