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-Do you miss him? -No.

Maybe I miss the man he was when we met.

Or the man I thought he was.

I thought you were dead.

They mustn't know I'm alive.

-Who? -The ones who tried to kill me.

Her name is Ann-Karolin, not Ann-Kristin.

I talked to Jesper earlier…

…about buying Skandinaviska transportbolaget.

We have a lot of secret clients,

and Pharmateca is one of them.

Does anyone know the company's real value?

They might buy it.

Let's split the money and live happily ever after.

Let's start a blog.

-Can you make money from it? -If you get a lot of followers.

I've met someone. I want to be with her all the time.

Follow my blog, and tell your friends about me.

I might be willing…

…to give a live interview on TV.

The truth.

Jesper, most women prefer the truth.

I'm not a gangster, nor a bandit.

I just wanted some extra money for us, for you and Lisa.

Nothing can hinder our operations.

I won't allow that.

They killed Rami and they tried to kill me.

Johanne is on her way to Pharmateca! She wants to sell STB to them.

Pharmateca can do anything. You're in danger.

Johanne, you and Lisa.

It'd be a shame if she had to pay for her husband's actions.

Drive! Just drive!

Drive, damn it!

-I'm going to Pharmateca. -I know it.

The offer is very interesting.

Is that a yes?

I didn't say that.

The company is worth much more.

More?

Johanne…

It's good to see a decisive woman.

But the offer…

…is equivalent to STB's value.

Supply and demand. I'm sure you've heard of it.

Okay.

I'm a little surprised.

I thought you'd put a higher value on STB's services.

Last year's result was good.

In case you change your mind.

Becka?

-What are you doing here? -Did you do it?

No, not yet.

During my marriage I learned when I was being pissed about.

Did you sell the company?

They'll call me any minute now,

and offer us the money.

You should've seen me.

I owned the room.

I haven't had this much fun for years.

-That's fantastic. -It is.

It's beginning now.

Can you feel it? We're free.

We can't sell.

What?

We just can't.

I can't sell.

I hate amateurs!

Shall I deal with her?

No.

She'll get one more chance.

I wish she'd take the money and disappear.

Thank you.

-Hi! -Hi.

Tea?

Absolutely.

-I love your tea. -Oh, yes.

Oh!

I see something big here.

Something big?

-It can't be my little man then.

No, I think it's something else. I don't think it's your destiny.

What?

I see…

I don't believe this.

What?

I'm seeing something you didn't believe could happen.

What?

Something that…

Someone that…

Oh, yes…

Someone who will play a very big role in your life.

Someone who will…

Change everything.

-Who is it? Tell me! -No.

You must find out for yourself. That's what life is about.

Come on! Tell me!

Exploring.

Oh, yes.

-Are you angry? -Angry?

-You seem a little… -Of course I'm angry!

You must realize STB is my father's life's work.

Sentimental bullshit.

The stamp collection and Åsa are your father's legacy.

But I don't trust Pharmateca.

They're plotting something.

I don't trust them either.

But I thought you trusted me.

I do, but I cannot sell.

That's just the way it is.

Shit!

Why did I come here?

I made a fool of myself.

I told you why, it's my father's…

-It's my father's life's work. -You're lying to my face.

I'm not.

Becka…

I promised not to sell.

It's important to keep promises.

There can't be any secrets between us.

One for all and all for one.

Why are you so angry?

I'm sorry if we seem volatile…

Yes…

I know it's a lot of money.

It really is.

But we're not interested.

The company's no longer for sale.

Not for any price.

Fix it.

We'll start now. Please go and sit.

Stay down, stay down.

One more time.

That's pretty good. What's your name?

-Peter. -OK, Peter.

Come on up here.

So, we do "tenkan".

Okay.

Can I help you?

-Can I go back? -Yes, you can go back.

Okay…

You can't just barge in! You should knock first!

-Not when I'm home. -You're not at home, so knock.

Would you like to watch a film?

Not now. I'm busy.

-What about tonight? -Maybe.

I was thinking about a monster animation, or this.

"The Story of O"? I don't know it.

"O is a beautiful woman who loves Rene more than anything."

"Rene takes O to a castle to show her his love."

"O will experience suffering."

"There's bondage, whipping and subordination in this S/M classic."

-It's a porn film. -From the 70s.

I don't want to watch porn with you.

I won't watch porn.

-The animation then? -Get out!

Get out!

And get dressed, damn it!

Listen…

How am I to take this?

You broke into my office.

You snooped on my private life.

It's misconduct, Peter.

You committed a crime.

Why didn't you come to me?

Right away.

You should have asked me. "Is your wife's name…

…Ann-Karolin Klasson?"

"Yes."

"Does she own Pharmateca stock?"

"Yes."

Simple!

Should it come out that my wife owns shares of a company…

…that you suspect is involved in something illegal?

I should be the first to find out about it, right?

We're policemen.

You're putting me in a very peculiar position.

The choice is yours.

Either I call your boss,

or you put your cards on the table.

Well?

What's the problem here?

Pharmateca is too big to gain from STB.

It has bigger, more established companies…

…to distribute its products all over Europe.

I can't find STB's official transport log…

…to prove it has provided transport for Pharmateca.

Swedish law requires the transports to be recorded.

Still,

Pharmateca transfers large amounts of money…

…to STB without any deceit.

And another thing.

According to STB staff, Jesper, the director…

He, personally,

handled all transports that STB did for Pharmateca.

The recipients are not known.

Pharmateca is under pressure.

It only has one product on the market, and takes time to develop a new one.

The shareholders are…

-Impatient. -Okay.

Peter, Peter, Peter…

What conclusion do you draw from this?

Pharmateca is involved somehow.

I think they killed Rami,

because we were getting close.

In that case, you need to give your information to the fraud department.

Pharmateca is a Danish company.

Well…

We'll contact the Danish police.

Okay.

What about me?

There's nothing left for the Norwegian police to investigate.

You can go home.

Hi. It's Peter, the Norwegian detective.

That USB… Have you looked at it?

Okay, great. Bye.

What the hell is this?

-Hi. -Hi…

What if Kira had come in? You can't lie there…

The naked yoga of a Norwegian photographer has been watched…

…1.6 million times.

Wow! Can you stop, please?

-In California, everybody does this. -Get dressed, damn it!

Naked sadhus do yoga by the Ganges.

And they're wise.

They smoke weed as well. Maybe I should do that.

-Do you sell it? -What?

-Do you sell weed? -No!

Why are you scared of nakedness?

It's natural.

And I do live here.

No, you don't. My girlfriend lives here.

Your girlfriend?

Yes.

Okay.

What?

So she's your girlfriend. Are you sure she thinks the same?

Of course.

Okay.

I think she uses you,

for her blog.

But you know the best. Good for you. Congratulations.

What blog?

"Mrs. Robinson", the blog.

Have you seen that old film?

Dustin Hoffman sleeps with an old hag.

Here's the hag, Kira.

"Your girlfriend".

The background is black,

to make the confessions dirtier. This is you.

She writes you're 17,

or 20 years old.

This is you as well.

I think you're asleep here.

You didn't know you were photographed. We used Photoshop on this.

The picture must stir the viewers.

What do you mean?

You have to mould yourself to get followers.

To get followers.

You know what?

You can't…

You can't sit here smirking!

You know what you are?

You're, you're…

You're a bum!

A bum?

And one more thing! You live off others like a leech.

Goddammit! Fuck you!

Idiot.

Becka?

Becka?

-Hi, honey! -Hi!

-I got a new scooter. -Did you?

It's great!

I came to say hi to your mom.

-She's not at home. -No?

-Where is she? -In Denmark.

-Who takes care of you? -Dad.

Of course he does, honey.

Becks?

Lisa has spent too much time with Saraswati.

She thinks Jesper is alive.

Jesper! Jesper!

Is Johan here too?

Never mind.

I don't want to talk about it.

It's over.

I've gotta go.

Shit!

You don't get it!

Leave me be.

Listen…

I just want to say it's natural.

What?

Don't let anyone tell you otherwise.

It's normal in modern society.

It's nothing to be ashamed of.

Don't you want to talk about it?

To get out of the closet?

What are you talking about?

-Homosexuality. -Homosexuality?

Yes…

You're gay.

Gay…

No!

No, I'm…!

I'm drunk and angry,

and I think you have shitty friends!

That's my bottom!

Yours? I don't want to look at it.

-Is there something wrong with it? -No, but…

Here.

"A woman's confession".

I'll kill her.

The less you know, the better for you.

If they find out I'm alive, I'll die.

Don't say a word, unless you want to get rid of me.

No, I don't want that!

Life-changing…

-How are things with you? -What?

-How are you? -Good.

I mean terrible.

That explains the whiskey,

and shitloads of champagne.

-Champagne? -It has flown in here.

-What have you been celebrating? -Celebrating? We…

What?

How should I put it?

It's embarrassing…

-Others have the same problem. -A problem?

I've become addicted to the bubbly.

The bubbly?

-Yeah. -Okay.

It's forbidden to laugh at a funeral.

-Did you laugh at Johan's funeral? -No. I was down.

Then I had a lot of champagne.

I lost my self-control.

It was like…

Yes?

-Alcohol Tourette's. -Alcohol Tourette's?

-Does it exist? -I don't think so.

Jesper!

I'm so happy Jesper's alive.

Yes!

Stop it!

Are you finished? Okay.

It's great.

The big belly is funny!

One more?

You start.

It was nice to spend time with Lisa.

Thanks for turning Pharmateca down.

Yes.

I understand this is overwhelming,

but I think we can make it work again.

I'm staying at Billy's at the harbor, should you need anything.

Billy's at the harbor?

You can hide in a place where you haven't been before.

That's what they say. See you.

Well?

Becka?

Jesper is alive.

Jesper's fine.

Jesper didn't explode.

Hello?

-Hello. -Kira!

This gets better by the minute.

"Mrs. Robinson" here has a blog.

A hot little widow blog where she writes about her merry-making.

With innocent little boys like Svein's son Espen!

-You're taking advantage of a child! -Jesper is alive!

Jesper isn't dead, and Becka has known it all along.

I'm sorry.

It's Jesper. He doesn't want to sell.

Is that it?

Did I make a fool of myself because of him?

He'll move back here, and everything's fine.

Let's talk about the blog.

Did you write about Espen's cock?

We spent five hours in the car. You didn't say about Jesper.

-I said I'm sorry. -I killed my husband.

How many times do I need to apologize?

-Who will die? -Hi, honey.

-I want to play too. -Sorry?

You're playing.

Who are we fighting against?

Come, honey.

Jesper will find out.

The truth always comes out.

Not if we blow him up.

Again.

It only says to hit it.

Precision is important.

Imagine it's Jesper.

Imagine it's his head.

I can't.

Maybe we should run him over.

The truth will come out.

Perhaps it wasn't us, but someone else.

I wish it was that easy.

Jesper will have his revenge on Pharmateca.

On Pharmateca?

Yes.

If Jesper looks for evidence for Pharmateca's guilt,

he'll find out we are the guilty ones.

Mom!

Mom, come here!

Kira is on TV.

Life is completely different…

But…

I think all three of us will try to cope and move on,

and learn to live as widows.

It's late. Shall I tuck you in?

Jump!

"Good night, my friend.

It's wonderful…"

Kira?

"Not now, said Teddy."

No, not my coat! Johanne!

Are you dumb or do you want to get caught?

I'm sorry I'm not as perfect as you, Johanne!

Don't you touch that boy again.

Am I the idiot here? Espen seems happy.

-You killed his father! -Quiet!

That's enough!

Saraswati said things will change for us,

and now Jesper's here.

You want to kill my husband because my mother thinks she's a medium.

You killed him once before.

I don't want to any more.

-You don't want to any more? -No.

Hey! What are you doing?

I'll make sure we'll survive. No-one else does that.

Becka! Becka!

Becka!

Becka! Becka!

Becka! Becka!

Becka!

Hello!

Becka! Johanne will kill Jesper!

I know you're there!

Fuck you!

Fuck this. Let her kill him then.

Shit!

-Hi! -Has something happened?

I knew you'd understand.

This is Johanne. Leave a message.

Hi, this is Rebecka Axelsson.

Jesper?

Johanne.

-Hi. -Hi.

I need Rami's files.

They might be on an USB stick at the STB office.

Could you look for them?

Johanne?

Of course.

Steer clear of Pharmateca. It's a dangerous acquaintance.

Marie can do anything, and her companion,

whatever his name is, is a lunatic.

Hi!

-Hi, honey. -Hi.

It's so sick…

You're alive.

But it's a good thing. A very good thing.

It's sick,

but good.

Are you okay? Has something happened?

No. Johanne and I had some…

Becka…

Becka, sit down.

Sit down. Take it easy.

This hasn't been easy on her.

She thought you were dead.

Jesper told me about Pharmateca.

-You don't need to worry about it. -Not at all.

Okay?

That's great.

That's so great!

I need to go home. My head is killing me.

Good night.

I'm so happy.

Will you come with me?

Bye now.

-I thought you'd kill him. -Of course not.

I can't do it. Lisa loves him too much.

I thought she was afraid of Jesper.

I know she was, but you know how people forget…

-Becka. -Yes?

I don't want us to fight. I'm lousy at it.

I don't want to fight with you either.

I only like to fight with Kira.

-Are you Rebecka? -I am.

I'm Billy.

Billy?

I see…

Thank you for taking care…

…of my husband Jesper.

It was my pleasure.

What did she mean by that?

Hi, it's me.

I can see something's wrong.

Tell me what's going on.

If you find something out, I'm the first to hear about it.

-You understand? -Yes.

Couldn't she just disappear?

Do you mean…

Yes.

What a view.

It's fantastic.

I don't owe you anything, and you don't owe me.