Original subtitles

That's totally immoral. No one could justify that.

-We can make their life better. -Johanne, will you shut up?

-Do you miss him? -No.

Everyone here will help you solve it. A tripple murder!

I thought you were dead.

Peter, what is it with you and the three widows?

I know where the money came from. They were moonlighting.

STB made more money that we thought.

I know you killed Rami, and I can prove it. Start preparing your defence.

I just wanted to say that I took care of the problem.

-I'll kill them all. -What did you do?

I just called and said that we should run STB.

That something positive comes out of us killing our men.

Was it her?

-To the smuggler queens! -The smuggler queens!

Suddenly, something good comes out of us killing our husbands. Call me!

CALL ME! And erase my message before Jesper hears it.

Becka, it's Kira. I got this great idea.

-To the smuggler queens! -The smuggler queens!

Suddenly, something good comes out of us killing our husbands.

-What do we say to Jesper? -It's empty.

It's your company. Now us girls want our turn.

Kira!

Kira?

Kira?

Here.

Is he inside?

If only we could do something.

Shit! Who's coming?

-Hello. -Hello.

So you're weeding the garden at this hour?

It's going to rain, so we're covering the plants.

Covering the plants because of rain?

They're desert plants.

I see.

Yes, we bought... ordered a greenhouse.

But it hasn't arrived yet, so we have to cover with plastic.

Thanks, Peter!

There it is. Silly me, putting such a nice piece of jewellery on for gardening.

Yes, right.

-Hello. -Hello!

I just wanted to say that...

This question might sound strange, but...

-Have you seen Jesper? -What? Jesper is dead.

Yes, but... Someone saw him somewhere around here.

-Oh, God! -What?

I'm sorry, but I have to investigate every lead.

Everyone in Pharmateca has been arrested, so you're safe.

Nothing will happen to you, so...

Well, good luck with your...

-What were they again? -Desert plants.

Right. Yes.

-Good night, then. -Good night.

THREE MONTHS LATER

I thought we had an agreement.

But can't we have a credit line? STB is one of your faithful customers.

-55,000. -No way!

Quarterly report? No, I haven't received it yet.

Okay.

-It's going fine, I think. -Becka? Hello?

Come here!

-What do we do wrong? -Well, that's obvious.

The night clubs buy their own smuggled liquor and cigarettes.

We were going to make a fortune on this smuggler queen thing.

There has to be a way of making this work, somehow.

-There's only one thing we can do. -Yes.

What?

-We have to fire half of the drivers. -Never!

-And Alex. -No!

If we can't pay the drivers, why do we need an IT guy? Alex has to go.

I don't think it's a good idea. What do we do then, what happens to us?

We need something that pays a lot.

-Something that women want. -Like what?

-Replicas! -The fake crap they sell on beaches?

No, real handbags, made in proper factories...at night.

-Yes, with certificates of authenticity. -Like yours.

This one? No, this is an original. I got it from you.

-It's a Louis Vuitton. -Yes, a Louis Vuitton.

Let's find a factory. I know an Italian man, I'll call him.

-They sell fakes all over the Internet. -Do you have a better idea?

Originals!

We'll have to fire the drivers. And Alex.

But we can't. Janne is like family, and so are the others.

Alex is like a brother to me.

Or a younger cousin.

-Glock 45. -Well done!

-Did you hear me coming? -Sure.

-What do you need? -Nothing. I'm looking for Mario.

The last time I saw your brother was three months ago. Unfortunately.

I sold him a gun. An M1911.

I tried to make him buy a silencer too, but he said he didn't need it.

A "simple job", he said. In Norway.

Norway...

Things like this make it easier for me to fire the drivers.

Are we ready?

Yes...

We're meeting the drivers in 20 minutes. Do we agree to fire half of them?

Becka, some support would be nice.

-Hello! -Not now, Alex.

I know how to save STB and my job: With this!

Itch is a new pill that sells extremely well on "the deep web".

-Itch? -Itch.

Itch. It used to be a medicine against diabetes.

Or for diabetes, depending on... Never mind. It didn't work.

But it has some interesting adverse effects.

-That doesn't sound very good, Alex. -Well...it's safe!

They stopped selling it, but a chemist sold the formula.

The adverse effects, or side effects, are

that you get an energy boost and you get a bit horny.

It's like a mixture of caffeine and Viagra.

-And a bit of ecstasy. -What?

-What the hell? Then it's a drug! -I said I bought them on "the deep web".

They only sell illegal stuff there.

Can you feel anything?

No, I'm not "itchy".

I felt nothing.

You've been fooled, Alex.

-Sugar pills. -How much did you pay?

Becka, let's get it over with.

I'm sure you're wondering why I asked you to come here today.

I've known many of you since I was little, so this feels tough.

But as there isn't enough work, we unfortunately have to let some of you go.

I know how much this means to Rebecka.

But according to Swedish labour law, it's "last in, first to go".

Many of you have been with us since my father's days. You will be able to stay.

Exactly! The rest of you have to go, that's it. You're fired!

Yes, but you're all very special.

-Wow! -This is...

This can save STB.

Let's do it. Let's sell Itch.

Never mind! We can make this work. Let's start again!

Yes! We have a new business together.

A pill containing ecstasy can get you... Let's see...

-Six years in prison. -That's nothing compared with murder.

So what do you say? Shall I try to get in touch with the Itch drug lord?

-Yes. -Becka?

For STB I'll do anything.

Okay, great.

And breathe in...

Hold, hold...

Breathe out.

We have to do what he says. He's starting now.

-And breathe in... -Like this?

Hold, hold...

-It's not so hard. -Breathe out.

Stretch your arms up.

-And breathe in... -And then breathe out.

And breathe in...

Wow, that's well done.

-Hi, mummy! -Hi.

This will be finished in a minute. - Run upstairs and get your things.

How did everything go with STB and all that?

Well, it's been...

We almost went bankrupt.

But I think we've thought of a way to turn it all around.

-But I'd like to ask something of you. -I'm here.

It would be an enormous help to me if Lisa could stay here a few more days.

I know you have lots to do...

Of course she can. It's lovely to have her here, I'm so happy to be her grandma.

Just take as long as you need for STB and all that.

It's for dad's sake.

-It's for your sake. -Sure.

-Definitely not for dad's sake. -No.

Thank you!

-Hi again. -Do we really have to go, mummy?

-We're going to make our own clay. -You can stay, if you want to.

Thanks, mummy!

What clay?

Mario, give me something.

What were you doing in Norway?

Give me a clue, so that I can help you.

"The Itch Lord" has answered. He wants to meet you.

-What do you know about him? -That he's the only one who supplies Itch.

-So how do you know if we can trust him? -I don't, so...

You need to be armed.

-That's cool. -Bazookas are more for tanks.

Here, for example: A Smith & Wesson, 9 mm. Shield.

Or Sig Sauer P238. Also cool.

Or this one: Beretta 1301 Tactical Shotgun.

-No guns, okay? -No.

-Pepper spray? -Sure.

Hey, party time!

-He wants to see you now. -Where?

There.

-Are you sure this is the right place? -Yes.

-How about that one? -That tiny car?

No.

Or...?

Is it that one?

-Oh, yes. -Right?

Do you like plants?

Well... Do you have any roses?

I prefer plants with inner beauty.

Plants that can both play and...kill.

-Okay. -Like this Cerbera odollam.

It's also called the suicide or murder tree.

The poison can't be found in an autopsy.

A heart attack seems to be the cause of death.

-Beautiful. -Can we talk business?

Because we're women,

we believe we can sell to women better than anyone else.

You've transported vitamin pills from Murmansk to Sweden for 12 years.

Every week, your trucks cross the borders.

From now on,

your health products will be accompanied by...

...Itch.

-We won't dash your hopes. -Pardon?

We won't disappoint you.

Don't promise too much.

Let's make a test deal.

In five hours, a small delivery will arrive at Kvarnholmen.

Be there with 100,000. If you can do that,

you will obtain the exclusive rights to sell Itch in your region.

-Five hours. Okay? -Okay.

I'm getting car sick.

-You're driving too fast, Becka! -You know what?

There's actually a plant that can cure travel sickness.

But it can also kill.

It's because I'm in the back. Why do I always have to sit here? I could drive.

We have to be there in three hours, and fetch the money in the cabin first.

Can't we just have a small glass of wine?

There's no time, we have other things to do.

What the hell is that?

He's digging!

-He'll find the corpses! -Kira, pretend to have an attack.

Hello?

-You can't dig here. -Hey, what are you doing?

And what are you doing?

-I'm laying a fiber-optic cable. -No, just leave her alone.

You'd better go and come back tomorrow. We have to call the therapist.

-I can't do that. -My phone is dead. Yours too.

-I'm so sorry. -Can we borrow your phone?

Sure...

Thanks.

We appreciate it. - What was the number?

I can't remember the number. What are the numbers on your fridge?

-The emergency number and therapist. -Right.

She'll solve it inside. Thanks.

-What's wrong with her? -Nobody knows.

-She has to move. -We can't move her. Therapist's orders.

If we move her, she starts speaking Danish.

It's because she's a bit retarded.

-"Retarded"? Seriously, Becka? -There it was.

Calm down!

Just calm down now, Kira.

-Sorry, that's my phone. -That's alright.

Einar Jensen.

This is the hospital. I'm afraid your wife is ill.

But I'm not married.

Your mother...is ill.

I see. I'm coming.

-Sorry, I have to go. -Yes.

We have to hurry. We need to dig up the bodies.

-Now? -She called me "retarded".

Oh, God!

-Will we make it? -Just drive. Keep your eyes on the road.

-We have to turn right... Now! -Now?

What was that?

The bodies.

It stinks. Can't we stop? I'm getting car sick.

No.

-It's Lisa. I have to answer. -No, don't.

-Hello, sweetie! -Hi, mummy!

-I'm out on a job. -Is Kira with you?

Hi, darling. I'm here, yes.

-How are you? -You haven't visited us in long time.

Shall we do something soon?

What are you doing?

-Is there something you want? -A princess dress!

There's a lot going on here. Can we talk later?

-I just wanted to tell you that today... -Let's talk later. Love you!

Stop the car!

-Just take it easy. -Okay.

I'm sure it's just a routine check. Stay cool.

-Hello. Your license, please. -Is that really totally necessary?

You were speeding. And the driving was a bit wobbly too.

I see. We're in a hurry, so...

I want to see your license.

There's a terrible smell back here. Ask them what they have in the car.

-What's in the back? -What?

-What's in the back of the car? -It's...

We have a dead pig.

Alright, get out of the car. Come on.

We're veterinarians. We just fetched a dead pig from a farm.

-Could you open the door, please? -There's a risk of contagion.

We're opening the door now.

I'll open the door, if you won't.

We can't, because it's swine fever.

-Damn! -It's very contagious.

Leave at once, ladies. Right away! Go!

-Okay. -Shall I take this off? It'll stink.

You'll have to shower when you get home.

-We have to dump the bodies. -Pills first.

Where the hell do you dump bodies?

-Damn! We're too late. -Yes!

Okay, let's go.

I want to see the merchandise first.

Okay.

-That was easy. -The worst part is still to come.

When we've buried the bodies, it'll be over. Forever.

Sorry!

You idiot! How do you turn this off? It mustn't be turned on.

What is that ding-a-ling sound?

I made an app. It rings when someone buys Itch.

-Ding-a-ling! -Wow!

A good product sells itself.

This isn't working.

We have lots of deliveries and the trucks are too big for these bags.

We won't be able to deliver, and can't keep our deadline.

CJ gave us five days to prove that we can handle this.

Becka's right. We have to come up with other delivery options.

A taste? It's marshmallow, not mozzarella.

-"Candy Italiano." -Pizza deliveries. That's perfect!

We just need mopeds without license plates.

Electric mopeds. They're environmentally friendly.

We have to think about the world we leave behind.

Perfect!

-What's with her? -I don't know.

Children are amazing.

-Are you talking about me? -Yes, about how lovely you are.

And how good you are at cooking.

-You're my godmother. -And you're my favourite goddaughter.

I think we should ask the cards for advice tonight.

Lisa, will you find me my handbag, please?

I think I might have a big present for you.

A man is coming.

He doesn't live in your world, but he may become your destiny.

-That's nice. -Take your destiny into your own hands.

BLACK FOREST PARK

Subtitle translation by: Annika Yberg www.plint.com