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A triple murder!

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.

This is the money Rami talked about.

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

What about it?

Can I tip the press?

They pay for tips.

Is this Aftonbladet?

What's between you and those widows?

Something other than ordinary police work?

I have a feeling…

…they're not telling everything they know.

That bloody idiot…

-I want answers. -Answers?

What do you mean?

Wait!

Pharmateca!

-Pharmateca? -I have life insurance.

When you tried to get out of it all…

Rami booked a kettlebell class for 9 PM,

got his gym bag,

was about to leave, changed his mind,

ran to the balcony and jumped?

Most suicides are unplanned!

Hi, honey.

Jesper's coffin is empty.

There might be an arm…

Or a leg.

I wanted a coffin for Lisa.

We need to get closure.

Daddy?

Daddy…

Oh, you little thing…

How are you?

I'm good. Daddy is hiding in the coffin.

You can say that.

I saw him in your garden.

Did you really?

Behind that big tree.

You little…

You little thing, I see him too.

You mustn't tell others, because…

Others are not like us.

-Daddy said it's a secret. -Yes, exactly.

That's right.

It's our secret.

Darling!

Will you ride with us, Kira?

I'll just stay here for a a while.

We haven't said hello.

-Kira. -Espen.

He's Svein's son.

-Are you okay? -He'll be just fine.

-Let me know if I can help. -Thank you.

She was all messed up.

You can say that.

That could be a headline.

"Meet the widow behind the tragedy."

And I'll just tell what happened that night.

And we'll add some pictures of the three of you.

Do you have old pictures we could use?

-Of the three of us? -Of course.

Didn't you take pictures at the funeral?

People want to see faces, real persons.

They want to get to know you.

-Do you want my life story? -I know it feels hard,

especially, after all what's happened, but…

Maybe we can review the compensation a little.

How much?

Depends on what you have to offer.

Sorry.

-This is not only about me. -This is your chance.

You won't get the story from me.

Shit!

Cheers.

Who was that man?

-Which man? -The one in front of the church.

-He just offered his condolences. -Can't you tell me who it was?

Is this a cross examination?

Just like in the old days.

-You two bickering. -You're no angel yourself.

No, but I don't quarrel. I'm flexible.

-Flexible. -Flexible.

Okay…

Once we were flying from Paris but you refused to board the plane,

because you got a funny feeling.

The luggage boys had to remove our bags from the cargo hold.

-They didn't think you were flexible. -It wasn't a big thing.

The pilot was happy. He smiled at me.

-Smiled! -That's right.

-"Funny feeling". -It just happened.

You're mean!

How would Becka have coped without us?

What?

You'd have done brilliantly without me.

Do you remember your confusion…

…when Jesper said he had shot a parrot?

I thought he had literally shot a parrot,

instead of winning the first prize.

I was the parrot.

You and Jesper always emphasized everything Danish.

You thought we wouldn't get it.

You don't get it. What does "ned i løgnhalsen" mean?

Down the throat.

-But what does it mean? -It means cheers.

Yeah.

"Langt ned i løgnhalsen!"

That could be our permanent toast.

Do you miss him?

No.

Maybe I miss the man he was when me met.

Or the man I thought he was.

But no.

You don't miss Johan and Svein, do you?

-Do we? -No.

-We did the right thing. -The only right thing.

We had no choice.

Down the throat.

-Do you use soap on your whole body? -I do.

The vagina as well?

What?

You shouldn't use soap on your vagina, not even the hygiene soap.

It's true. Hygiene soap is made-up.

The pharmaceutical companies want to make more money.

It gives you yeast.

Use oil.

Coconut oil is the best.

I don't use soap any more.

It gives you yeast!

Live and learn.

This is a nightmare. As soon as I get the insurance money,

that Alex, Axel or what's-his-name is out of my house.

Guess what he did.

Caught me in the bathroom naked.

There he was, staring.

-Where are you off to? -To work.

-We can talk in the car. -I'm okay now.

I'll bring us dinner.

How about tacos?

Tacos?

Should I start sending rent bills to the Norwegian police?

Sorry?

You're taking your time with the report.

I'm writing it as we speak.

-Great. So it'll be ready soon. -Soon.

Good.

What do we have here?

Norwegian police don't use this as their service weapon.

They use the Heckler Koch P30L.

That's right.

I have a special license for that one.

Great. Are you especially good at shooting squirrels?

How many have you shot?

This has never been used.

I can sense that.

Just say if you need help moving.

Many here would be happy to help.

-Åsa? -Yes?

Are all the bills here?

-Yes. -Are you sure?

The accounts don't add up.

There's a deficit.

You work too much.

Let's go and have lunch.

The three musketeers used to eat in a nice bakery.

Jesper, Svein and Johan.

-No, thank you. -Fine.

-Hi. -Hi.

I was about to go jogging but I left my phone here.

-Have you tried calling it? -Calling it?

It's pretty hard when I can't find my phone.

Right…

What are you watching?

Nothing.

I was about to go exercise.

I can call your phone if you give me the number.

Give it here.

Oh!

Fuck!

Typical of me.

-What kind of exercise do you do? -Everything.

Strength training, jogging…

Jogging?

We could jog together.

-You and I? -Yeah.

Okay. Let me just change.

Where do you want to…

…jog?

We can do some exercises here.

Yeah…

That sounds good.

What's this?

What are those?

You wanted to see everything.

That's all we've saved since establishing the company.

Old stamps.

Ulf, Rebecka's father, collected stamps.

I know Becka's father well. What am I supposed to do with these?

You wanted everything. Here's everything.

Letters, stamps…

I think these are stickers.

I didn't mean all the papers you've saved.

Oh…

I got it wrong. I'm sorry.

Well, it's all yours now.

I'm sure you'll find all sorts of exciting things.

-Don't you want to keep anything? -To look at old pictures and whimper,

is that it?

That's not my style.

STB is lucky to have you.

-You care for the company. -STB no longer exists.

It died with Jesper, Svein and Johan.

They were the heart of the company.

Åsa…

I don't like you talking about them all the time.

I've noticed.

I think it's pretty weird.

Hello?

Would you care for a taco?

Hi…

-Are you here again? -Hi.

My roommate and I are not compatible.

Well, I want to see the rest of it.

Have a nice evening.

Was she here for long?

For about half an hour.

What did you do?

She talked a lot. Gave me a headache.

Did she bother you?

Not really, no.

She's a bit weird.

-Shall I talk to her? -No…

No, don't.

It's bad for your relationship if she can't visit here.

I don't want to stand in your way.

That's very mature.

Shall I cook dinner?

-I'd like that. -Okay.

-Peter? -Peter?

-That Norwegian policeman. -Oh!

The last room in the hallway.

Such a small office you have.

You could say that.

I just wanted to thank you.

I feel like you really care for Rami.

Right…

I'm sorry. This has been hard for me.

I know Rami was no angel.

He was a sweet child.

Right… Okay.

Have you found out anything new?

Sorry, but I haven't.

We'll let you know as soon as we know something.

Right…

Hold on.

Rami wanted me to give this to a lawyer.

But…

But I don't trust lawyers, and I don't even remember his name.

Perhaps you could take this.

Sure.

I'll see that it ends up in the right hands.

I got the feeling…

…that I could trust you.

-Shall I show you the tree dance? -You can show it at granny's.

It's easy!

Look!

The tree sways in the wind!

Hi!

I'm ready.

You could pick me up at my place.

See you then.

Bye.

What is it?

-It's her bedtime soon. -Children know when they're tired.

You need to put her to bed, Sara. She won't do it herself.

Can't you call me mother?

Lisa!

It's bedtime.

-It's almost 7 o'clock. -No!

The time…

Rebecka…

Time doesn't exist. It's just a concept.

You'd understand that,

had you lived with me instead of your father.

Don't go there.

Don't say that I chose my father over you.

-That's what happened. -I was five years old!

I wanted to offer you an adventure, but you didn't want that.

You left us.

You chose your dream over me.

You did it for your own sake, not for mine.

Don't talk to me about upbringing. Without father, I'd…

I'd be some bloody spiritual guide,

in a circus or fair or something like that.

Mom?

Hi, you little thing. Come to granny.

-Are you tired? -No.

Say good night to your mom.

-Good night, mom. -Good night, honey.

Good night, Saraswati.

Thank you for the food.

Thank you.

-It was delicious. -Thank you.

Is that real?

It is.

Did it hurt?

I just had to grin and bear it.

What does it mean?

"Trinité".

It's French for "trinity".

Kira, Becka and I…

…called ourselves that in Paris.

Do you like it?

I just don't get it how you ended up…

-…with my father. -He had his good traits.

He's your father. That's a good trait.

The tattoo suits you.

You seem a little more…

Relaxed.

Yeah.

Kira chose it.

-Did you let Kira choose your tattoo? -Don't ask.

How long have you known each other?

Since I was younger than you.

Do you have pictures?

-Of us? -Yeah.

Loads.

-You wanna see them? -Sure.

Let's see…

-I can't get the money out. -You have to do this.

The machines don't like people who don't know what they're doing.

Thanks.

Jonas, IT department.

Peter.

Crime investigation.

Don't slip a virus into my system.

From that USB.

Peter!

The taxi's here. It's time for a little…

Come on.

Have you tried those Margaritas?

Such a boring film.

-I thought it would never end. -So you thought the same?

If it weren't for you, I'd have left ages ago.

What is it?

What is it?

-I got a splitting headache. -Okay…

Hi!

Hi…

I got a splitting headache.

Stefan…

He's a friend of mine. We were at the cinema.

The film was bloody long, so don't go and see it.

I won't. Well…

-Lundgren. -Hi. Rebecka.

I'm sorry for your loss.

Thank you.

-Lundgren. -Hi. Stefan.

-Well, have a nice evening. -You too.

I'll show you my private cabinet.

That Norwegian is a nice guy.

Why don't we leave and have a glass of wine at my place?

Okay.

The headache is such a drag.

Then a gorilla walks through the door.

What would you have said?

-Never mind that. -Cheers.

Didn't it look like a date?

What?

Didn't it look like a date?

I mean Rebecka, the widow.

-So what? -Isn't that a little weird?

Her husband was buried yesterday.

Maybe the man was her brother.

She doesn't have a brother.

-No? -I've checked.

Have you?

-You've checked her out! -No…

I'm your friend here in Sweden, isn't that right, Peter?

I'm your friend!

I shall tell you…

…what friendship means.

At police academy, I met a woman…

…called Sissla.

We were thick as thieves,

and we've been that for 35 years.

You haven't slept together? You haven't had sex.

Once it was this close.

But that might be the reason we've stayed close.

The thing is, I can tell Sissla all my problems.

I can tell her things I could never tell my wife.

Your wife's not dead, is she?

Not yet.

Damn! One more?

-Why not. -Jessica!

Jessica!

Two more shots, please.

-Hi. -The toilet's occupied.

I wanted to give you this.

Coconut oil is harmless for the vagina.

Axel…

Go away.

Alex.

It's "Alex" in Swedish.

I don't need hygiene advice from you.

Oh, right!

There was someone asking for you.

Who?

I forgot his name.

Was he Swedish?

Norwegian?

Espen!

Yes!

-Thanks. -No problem.

I didn't find the money.

Instead, I found a new man at her place.

Maybe they just had a glass of wine together.

Why can't she drink wine with Johanne and Kira?

I'm sure she does. And besides, you know the man.

You should talk to him.

You bet I will.

He psychoanalyzes the pants off Becka.

Remember that you're a new, better man.

This would go well with fish.

I feel like it.

Like fish, I mean.

Did I hear you right?

Cheers.

Our system is very secure. Svein…

I'm not Svein.

We're not like our husbands.

Had I known the content, I wouldn't have done it.

This is "Mrs. Robinson". I want to share my secret.

If I have a secret…

Can you see what happens if I reveal it?

Are you kidding with me?

I wonder if you know the name "Pharmateca".

-Yes… -Absolutely.

I've been here since the beginning, so let me answer that.

What would she like? Flowers?

Jewelry?

Underwear?

The truth.

Nothing may disturb our operations.

You sing like God! Like Freddie Mercury!

Hooray, hooray, hooray!

I've met someone I want to be with.

Ask her to dinner when I come back.

Everything isn't how it looks like, if you catch my drift.

-I don't. -Lisa sees things.

Sees things?