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-Let's do it. -Yeah, let's.

Go fetch!

Go on.

Detective Inspector Peter Wesselø.

This is the money Rami talked about.

A triple murder!

A fourth man.

-Rami? -Yeah.

-I want answers. -What do you mean?

Wait!

Pharmateca!

-Pharmateca? -That's right.

The last meeting with Marie from Pharmateca didn't go that well.

Jesper, Johan and Svein died in the explosion.

-Yes. -But not Rami.

I have life insurance. When you tried to get out of it all…

Tommy and I have decided that Alex can move here.

-Who are you? -I'm Espen.

Svein's son.

I will give you…

You can buy whatever you like, but first, show it to your mom.

Rami?

He was behind my window.

Let's get the body out of here. This is not a good place for it.

-We'll take care of that. -Great.

-Is it Rami? -Yes, it is.

-Did he fall from the balcony? -We don't know yet.

We'll get a report by morning,

so you can go home now.

Did you see the fall?

I didn't see it myself, but there was a woman here.

-A woman? -She ran.

-She ran? -Yes.

Rami's killer might be after me.

-Why? -Because of the bag!

-I think the police will come by. -Why would they?

Because Becka is connected to Rami.

Kira, take the bag and Lisa to Sara's.

Why me?

Shit!

Here.

Use the backdoor.

Good evening.

I came to tell you…

…that Rami is dead.

-How did he die? -He fell from his balcony.

That's horrible!

Have you seen him after the police picked him up from here?

No.

A witness saw a woman on the scene.

Do you think Becka was there?

Was she?

We've been here all evening.

Sorry, I have to take this.

Sara, I'll ring you later. Bye.

I've received an e-mail from Rami.

"I can't live any more. I thought I could,

but three people's lives on my conscience is just too much."

This is a suicide note.

Can I see it?

He took his own life.

Are you sure it was a suicide?

That's what he writes.

But…

To me, he didn't seem like a person who'd…

Do you think he was murdered?

I'm waiting for Johan's life insurance money, but it takes ages!

Let's forget about the money. After all,

it's only money.

Kira…

How's your soul?

That's the only thing that matters.

I'm okay.

I feel it so strongly.

I feel your energy.

Something's not right.

Kira, Kira…

I…

I'm fine.

I'm okay.

You're okay.

I remember so well the first time I saw you.

You and Johan, at Lisa's christening.

-I was a proud godmother. -You really glowed.

Johan was totally smitten.

Yeah…

Nothing lasts forever.

Things don't go as planned.

We do what we can with what we have.

But it would be naive to think that our good and bad deeds…

…won't eventually come and bite us on the butt.

What am I supposed to do?

Kira, you're the star of your own life.

You decide the rules.

Hi.

Do you have a minute?

Of course.

When I told the widows about Rami,

they said they'd spent the evening at home.

When I left, I touched one of the cars.

It was all warm.

So, they didn't spend the evening at home.

What does that mean?

Mean and mean…

Could we show the widows' photos to the witnesses?

I've got this, Peter.

And this it's a confession.

OK?

What's between you and those widows?

Something other than ordinary police work?

I have a feeling…

…they're not telling everything they know.

Okay. Let's assume the witness saw right.

That one of the widows stood underneath Rami's balcony.

What conclusions would you draw from that?

Peter, Peter… You can't seriously think…

…that one of the women overpowered Rami,

a pretty big guy,

threw him off the balcony and hurtled to the street…

…just in time to see how the body fell at her feet.

What if there were two women?

-One… -One shoved,

another stood on the street and the third sat in a car?

I don't know.

You've got too much time to think.

That's not good. It only makes the case more blurred.

Remember, Kira,

that sometimes it's quite alright…

…to solve problems in alternative ways.

You're the star of my life.

See you soon.

I'll just get my bag.

This is just a teeny weeny loan.

How are things?

Okay.

It is what it is.

-Is there a lot of practical stuff? -Yes, there is.

-Shall I call you the boss now? -Johanne gets to be the boss.

We'll see.

I need an evaluation of the company's worth.

Are you going to sell it?

If I get a good offer.

-But… -You can stay here nevertheless.

-It won't be the same. -No…

Not for any of us.

If you collect the necessary papers, I'll come back on Monday.

Have you found new moth species?

-Sorry? -Moth species.

About the funeral…

-What about it? -Can I tip the newspapers?

Absolutely not.

Why on earth would you do that?

They pay for tips.

-Really? -They pay well for a triple funeral.

Tell me if you want me to tip them.

Is the freezer the right place for your underwear?

-They've got moths. -I don't want them in my freezer!

These were in the freezer as well.

It's nice to cool off…

…when it's warm.

Here.

Put them in, will you?

He was the sweetest brother you can think of.

It doesn't matter what I say.

Even if I tell everything I know, you'll still say it was a suicide.

Don't you think it was?

He wouldn't have done that to me.

Wait.

Here.

Read it.

Don't tell me that man didn't love his sister.

FORGIVE ME

Look.

This is one of the many postcards Rami sent to his sister.

It's full of spelling mistakes.

Here's the suicide note.

Not one spelling mistake.

Look at that!

There are mistakes in the postcards,

but the suicide note is flawless.

That's weird.

Does that mean…

…that we can open the case again?

It occurred to me,

that even if there were mistakes in the postcards,

the note was written on a computer.

Modern computers are equipped with…

The thing that helps you write right.

-I don't remember its name. -Spell check.

-Sorry? -Spell check.

Auto-correction.

That's it.

These could have been written by the same person.

Or not.

It's a good theory.

Is this Aftonbladet?

I'm…

I'm Kira Just Bergman.

One of the three widows.

Åsa didn't exactly jump with joy at the office.

Yeah…

You know what it's like.

People don't like changes even if they are for the better.

Does Kira want to jog again?

It's from Stefan.

-What is it? -He'd like to cook for me and Lisa.

Isn't that sweet?

Very, very sweet.

-What now? -Be careful.

What do you mean?

It's not a good time to get involved.

To get involved!

Isn't he a psychologist?

He reveals peoples' secrets for a living.

I wouldn't reveal our secrets to him.

-Not intentionally. -What?

You might talk in your sleep. He might hypnotize you.

I get it that you're interested. You like him, but…

We have to be careful and not make stupid mistakes.

Do you get it?

I get it.

I'll tell him not to come.

That's my girl.

-What if I cook for you and Lisa? -OK.

There.

Here comes your other girl.

Here you are, relaxing.

I had a fantastic idea.

Venice is out of the question.

How about a trip to Copenhagen?

Copenhagen?

The widows' little holiday.

-Before the funeral. -I thought you were broke.

There are still a few coins left.

They will sell the company and won't give a shit about us.

So, we'll get a new owner,

but it won't change anything.

I want Jesper back!

This is not a dining table.

Disgusting. I'm glad I don't have kids.

How long will you be gone?

Why do you ask?

Why do I ask?

Do you have plans?

-Plans? -Everything here is tagged for theft,

just so you know.

-What do you mean? -I don't trust you. I don't know you.

I don't feel comfortable to leave you here while I'm gone.

It's a good thing you don't have kids.

Go fetch.

That bloody idiot…

-This is no Radisson. -This is fine.

I can't believe they're dead.

They weren't the best of God's lambs, but they were my friends.

You still have at least one living friend.

I have to find the bastard who tried to kill me.

Billy…

I'm a changed man.

But you're still a man.

You're fantastic.

But not fantastic enough.

No!

I can't!

Move.

-What the hell? -Move.

Someone has to take the tattoo, so it might just as well be me.

Do you see those men?

-Who? -Those over there.

The one with a white shirt.

He's the most handsome.

Easy as pie.

Do you dare?

I can make all the men look after me.

-Show us. -I'll start with the white shirt guy.

Oh!

I'm sorry.

Listen…

Can I buy you whatever you'd like?

A bottle of champagne would be nice.

We're celebrating something very special.

Moët Chandon 2006.

Such a lovely bottle.

Will you watch it for me?

She's hot.

There she comes.

-I'll take this. -See you.

See you.

-Nice, Becka. -Champagne!

-Becka! -Your dress!

Don't you think I know it?

I'm showing off my ass on purpose.

-Did I get them to look or not? -Oh, that's how you do it in Sweden!

Cheers.

There are pain killers on the night stand.

Disgusting!

Who didn't flush the toilet?

Could you turn the sound up?

Lisa loves that show. She can whistle the melody.

I'd love to offer you full room service,

with extra TV channels and everything,

but I guess it's not your style.

What will she say when she sees me?

Who?

Rebecka.

I hope you won't just call her and tell her "Hi, I'm alive".

I'll just get the money bag.

I can't be reborn without my life insurance.

-Do you have life insurance? -Yeah.

But not the kind you pay every month.

I might get a nine to five job.

A pension, security.

-You're not the nine to five type. -No…

I will be born again.

If you were going to kill yourself, would you pack a gym bag?

Rami never missed his kettlebell class.

He booked a class…

What are you talking about? Kettlebell?

Kettlebell.

Is it a Norwegian thing?

I think it's Russian.

Russian mafia!

You exercise with a weight that looks like a coffee pot.

One that the Russian mafia uses.

No! It's strength training that you do in a gym.

Rami sat down,

booked a kettlebell class for nine p.m,

got his gym bag, was about to leave,

changed his mind, ran to the balcony and jumped?

Peter…

Most suicides are unplanned.

He had prawns thawing in the fridge.

Freshly washed clothes, recently paid bills.

Peter, Peter, Peter!

Think of a full church.

The bride sits and waits.

Where's the groom?

We found him in a car. He shot his brains out.

More interesting is…

What were you,

a Norwegian policeman,

were doing on a Swedish crime scene without permission.

You can't do that.

Is it good?

I'm sensing…

…that you're in denial about your true feelings.

-Is it such a bad thing? -Not necessarily.

But all that's happened is still inside you.

The longer it takes for you to start talking about it…

Will you taste?

-Here. -What's the dangling bit?

You can take advantage of me now that I'm here.

As a psychologist, I mean. I'm not here in that capacity, but…

Can you hypnotize?

No, no, I can't.

-But one of my colleagues can. -That's okay.

I can help you if you like.

I believe you.

Cheers.

I don't know if you've understood.

-That your… -Stop it, Stefan.

Do you understand that Jesper is dead?

Is daddy dead?

Hon…

Oh, honey!

Bloody idiot!

Darling…

I didn't want you to find out like this.

I'm sorry.

You don't need to say anything. I'll go.

I want to see granny.

She can talk to the dead.

I want to talk to daddy.

Are you sure daddy is okay?

Oh, yes!

Absolutely.

Oh, I was supposed to give you a message from him.

He said to tell you that he loves you.

And also…

He'd be very happy…

…if you tried to have some fun every now and then.

Can I have a hug?

Of course you can!

Oh, you little thing…

It feels like the hug's from dad.

It is.

Would it be okay…

…if I played a little football?

Go play.

Hi, honey.

STB no longer exists. It died with Jesper, Svein and Johan.

They were the heart of this company.

-Who were you talking to? -He just offered his condolences.

Can't you tell me who it was?

-We can jog together. -Just say if you need help moving.

Many here would be happy to help.

Stefan is my friend.

-Hi. Peter. -We were at the cinema.

Didn't it look like a date?

Jesper's coffin is empty.

Do you miss him?

No.