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The last time I saw your brother was in Norway.

Norway...

CJ, you got your money. We're done with this.

Can you zoom in?

-That's uncle Mats' ring. -What do you mean?

You've seen a person who you think killed your friend.

I understand that you have sold the evil, pink pill.

In front of you is a much better product: Freal.

-Jesus won't have sex with me. -No, it would be nice for a few hours.

But then it would only be the same as with una puta.

"Puta"?

Can you see where this text was sent from?

Yes, I have a hit. There. The text message was sent from Norway.

Don't raise your voice at me. Got it?

We continue until I tell you otherwise.

So now our new, super secret warehouse is located here.

Our own little Atlantis, which is completely invisible.

-Okay, Cousteau. -Right! Thanks for asking.

The moped riders arrive here and drive through these passages.

Look! It's too narrow for cars, so anyone following them will get stuck here.

The moped riders make sure no one's following them,

which no one will be, because they're stuck.

That pill delivery thing is for old age pensioners.

I'm so fucking tired of it. Can't even drive a truck.

-But you make a lot of money on pills. -They do, we hardly make any.

They're the ones making money.

They drive this way, to our warehouse,

pick up the merchandise and then off to our clients.

One hundred percent safe. No cops, no blood drops.

Hello, is there anyone here?

Oh, it's you! Hello, honey, when did you come?

I came late, didn't want to wake you.

-But what's this? -It's nothing.

-Did somebody hurt you? -Grandma, who's here?

Mummy!

Hello, darling!

-How are you, sweetie? -I'm fine.

-We're going home in a few days. -I miss home.

-Come on, let's make some breakfast. -Please do.

Let's make something nice for mummy.

Group Alpha in position.

Kira, can you come here?

What's the matter?

-Have you seen Becka? -No.

I tried calling and can't get hold of her. Won't you try?

-Can't you? -I already did. Can't you try?

I'm just about to send something to India. You call.

Call Becka. Okay?

God, you're uptight.

Why is she always barking at me? Never Rebecka. So uptight!

-I made you a sandwich. -What?

Well, I was thinking... I made a...

Kira...

Hi!

I'm sorry. I've been such an idiot.

So I was thinking...that you and I could go away for a couple of days.

Just take the camper and park somewhere nice, you and I.

Oh, Jesus!

-Would you like that? -I'd love that.

Great, then let's do it. I'll sort everything out and you come down later.

Do you want a sandwich?

-Can Jesus make sandwiches? -I'm sure he can.

Well... I know you also think that he's your type.

Jesus loves me and I love Jesus, that's it.

-But I know that you're also yearning. -Earning?

No, yearning. I've been thinking. I know that this isn't the perfect situation.

We're friends, and I'd rather be a "free agent",

but sometimes one has to set one's own wishes aside

and focus on other's, like dad and dad always say.

So, okay...I'll...I'll do it.

You can have me.

-What are you talking about, Alex? -I'll make you pregnant.

He doesn't seem to be able to, your "Latin-not-so-much-lover".

-What do you know about that, Alex? -I have ears. I hear things.

But... I have one hundred percent Viking blood. I have good genes.

And if you think it's too much that I do it manually,

there's a little cup in the freezer for you. I wrote your name on it.

-What? -It's too much!

Don't you want your sandwich then?

Do you recognize this?

Goodness me! Where did you find this?

-Is that the same ring as...? -Yes, sure. Exactly like uncle Mats'.

But how come you and dad never talked about him?

I don't really know.

They never got along, your dad and him.

Mats was more of the intellectual kind. And then he became mentally ill.

-What happened? -I don't know.

But where can I get hold of Mats?

As far as I know, he's still at that treatment centre.

"Eksjön", or something like that.

Is everything under control - deliveries, security...?

It's all working perfectly. But we should be paid extra for outdoor work.

What do you think about that?

Do you copy? Good.

Standby, all units.

-Sorry, sorry! -Alex!

Lucky I wore a helmet. Most accidents happen in the home.

Here... Okay, great.

-Yes, but you don't live here. -No, exactly.

So...

-You live here? -No.

-You do. Is that why you're always here? -No, that's not true.

What I meant was that...well...

What I meant about "the home" was...

The chance that we would bump into each other here at work

is smaller than if we would have lived here. I mean in our own rooms.

That's what I meant.

-Kira here, I can't come to the... -Damn!

Kira!

Oh, Jesus, this is fantastic!

-Where are we going? -To Norway.

Fuck!

Come here.

-Oh, my God! -Drive!

Come on, hurry up!

The computer is locked.

Get inside!

Look to the left! The left!

And to the right! Look up into the ceiling! Up!

It's totally empty here. Where the hell are they?

-Emergency ward. -Hello!

I wonder if a man came in yesterday after a car accident?

He's about 180 cm long, brown hair, and around 40 years old.

180 cm? One moment, please.

No. No car accident yesterday.

What's your name? Where did it happen?

There must have been some kind of misunderstanding. Thank you.

Thanks. Bye!

I don't understand. This is the second time you search STB.

And last week you fetched our IT guy. An innocent nerd.

-Explain to me what's going on. -The first time was just a social call.

This is when we'll become friends for real, Johanne.

I don't need more friends.

Don't be so sure.

Do you know what one of our narcs did a while ago?

He made an online order for a new drug, called Freal.

-Freal. Ever heard about that? -No

I see. It's a new happy pill.

Do you know what's strange? At the delivery...

...he met one of your employees. A guy from STB.

That's strange. But I can't control what they do in their spare time.

-I'm sure you understand. -I do.

-So that's what we're going to find out. -Have a look at this...

-This is going to be so exciting. -Go, go, go!

And the next room!

-Is that STB? -Yes, we're following the search live.

We're not interested in just one courier who wants to make some extra money.

We want to find the network behind it all.

So do you know what we did? We put a transmitter on one of your mopeds.

Clever, huh?

There he is, driving off from STB.

We think he will lead us to the place where the pills are being stored.

Johanne, have you got anything to tell us?

-Are you sure? -I haven't.

It looks like they're turning off onto Juniskärsvägen.

Do you copy? Good.

Standby, all units.

Do you copy? Good.

-Still nothing to tell me, Johanne? -Call Alex.

Dialling Alex.

Alex? You mean the IT guy? We already talked to him.

Where the hell are you?

Well, as the police have put a transmitter on one of our mopeds, then perhaps...

Damn! Okay. How did that happen?

What?

-Perhaps Alex can help. -Help with...? Who are you talking to?

-Yes, but how? -The police.

Yes, of course. What do you mean?

The police? Are they letting you call me? Are you being tapped?

-No one can hear you. -You can't hear me?

Then I'll try and speak louder. How? You're thinking that Alex can help us?

-I should have said so from the start. -Yes, but said what?

Okay. Bye!

Are you talking on the phone?

And the phone itself, please.

Yes, now I see. You've been talking to Alex.

So now I'll call Alex and see what he will help the police with.

There's someone in here.

Busy signal. Who's he calling?

-It should be empty here, they've checked. -Hello, Alex, did you just call? Hello?

The reception is bad, I can't hear you.

-I'll call you when I get there. -Don't call me!

He's driving into the industrial estate.

Do you copy? Good.

I repeat: Do you copy?

Zoom in!

He just stopped at the petrol station. A possible refuelling.

But isn't that an electric moped?

Maybe he stopped by the hot dog stand to buy a cabanossi.

What the heck? Is he having a hot dog now?

I repeat: Abort mission. Stand down!

Come out, hands in the air!

Come out now!

-Okay. Can I just answer this? -Come on.

-You can have pizza. -Just walk slowly. Like that.

It seems like I got hold of Alex.

That's right.

Is there anyone else I should call?

-No. -Really?

Alright.

Hello! Where are we?

You...

...are so cute...

...when you sleep. You were snoring like a pig.

Where are we? It's like I've been here before.

We're close to the Norwegian border. Mario sent his last text message from here.

-And how do you know that? -Alex tracked his phone.

-So that's why we're here? -This is Mario, my brother.

Kira, my dearest.

-We look quite similar, don't we? -Alright, so...

-So this is your brother? -Yes.

I'll catch him. I'll find the one who...

I thought we'd have a romantic weekend.

I thought we'd finally have a bit of a cosy time.

Yes, but my brother is dead and that's not very nice.

I think I'll take a taxi back home now.

-What? -Yes, I'll take a taxi.

No, let's see what we find and then we can...

-But it's 200 kilometres. -So what? It's only money.

Okay, fine.

I thought we were going to help and support each other, but...

Great. Now I know where we stand.

Fuck!

I didn't mean it like that, Jesus.

Can't you do this for my sake? Please?

I just have to pee and then I'll be back. Okay?

Okay...

Pick up!

-I thought you'd help me. -What's happened?

CJ's torpedo almost killed me.

-Oh, my God. Are you okay? -I guess.

-So what happened? -I found CJ's lab.

-Have you been to Russia? -No, it's here.

It's so strange, I don't understand. Why do we smuggle for CJ from Russia?

-But... -I think my uncle may be involved.

It's as if my family has something to do with all of this.

-Let me take care of all of this. -No.

-Yes. Okay? -No, I have to solve this myself.

I'll get the bastard.

Welcome, Alex. How nice! Please, sit down.

-What film are going to watch? -A great one, called The Bust.

The lead is played by a little moped with a transmitter on it.

It sends signals to the servers, so that we can follow it all live.

So all we need is crisps and coke.

There's a snack machine outside, but it needs a bump.

-We're not having any coke. -Sure.

He's driving again, Gittan.

Yes, I copy. Good.

Is there a toilet here, if I should need to take a leak?

Alright, I can pee in my pants.

This chair isn't precious to you, right? And there are lots of cables on the floor.

-There's the toilet. Five minutes, max. -Yes.

Amateur.

What the hell? It died!

Do someth... It's back, thank God!

No, no...! Yes, that's good.

You see.

-How can this be happening? -Well...

-We're online again. -Thank God!

Hello? Great, you can hear me. Thanks.

Kira!

Hey...

I'm sorry. I should have told you earlier.

I was just afraid you wouldn't come.

I really need your support.

-We're getting married, right? -Yes.

It's important that we support each other.

Alright, so this is the place?

Yes, this is where he sent his last text message from.

So what do we do now?

Let's find out who lives here and ask if they've seen him.

But there's nobody home. It's completely dark.

Right?

Are you thinking that we should break in? That really isn't my style.

Can't we just go home? It's cold and dark and you won't find anything in there.

You can wait here. I didn't travel 300 kilometres to back out now.

There! It's always nice to empty the bladder when you're really bursting.

Did you know that if the bladder is 80 percent full,

your brain can't think of anything but peeing? It's true.

-Quite interesting. -Here they come.

But what's he doing?

Unit one, do you read me?

He's started to zigzag. Keep your distance, so he doesn't see you.

Easy. That's good.

Damn! Fuck!

Now he's stopping again.

-What's the address? -Lindvägen 52.

Attention, all units: We have an address. Get ready.

Go in. Go in!

Freeze! Hands on your head! I said: Hands on your head!

We have him.

They found nothing. Both the moped and driver is gone.

-They're still at that address. -Apparently, they're not.

-According to the transmitter they are. -Are we done here or what?

That was great entertainment. Better than Dancing with the Stars.

Can you repeat the address? Lindvägen 52? Good.

Bring that garden gnome in for questioning. Maybe he knows something.

Number 45.

Let me see... Number 17.

-Hello! -Hello. Who are you?

I'm looking for a Mats Axelsson.

I see. Visiting hours are between eleven and four, so you'll have to come back.

-I'm his niece. -I've never seen any relatives here.

No, we're quite a small family. I just found out that he's here.

Could I just see him very quickly?

No, Mats is very routine sensitive. It's better to come during visiting hours.

And you'd better contact his legal guardian, Lars-Olof Andersson.

He'll be here tomorrow.

-Come between twelve and two o'clock. -I'll do that. Thank you!

Thanks. Bye!

-Bingo! -Who won?

-Hello! Am I disturbing you? -Not at all.

-Come in. -How is the murder investigation going?

Small steps forward.

I just wanted to say that I know I've been a bit stern,

but we really appreciate our cooperation with the Norwegian police in this case.

Right. I was under the impression that you wanted to send me back.

No! No, why would you think that?

I just...got that impression.

I had the same thought. That you wanted to get rid of me after that Lundgren thing.

But I only did my job.

So how is it going? Any new evidence? STB and the widows and...?

Mats?

Hello!

Hello, I'm Rebecka. Your niece.

It's uncanny, how much you look like dad. Mats?

Mats...?

You look so much like dad here.

But...that's Loa.

Do you know Loa? Loa.

Do you? Because I know him. He...

What? Was he your student?

But this is the same...

It's the same symbol.

Do you recognize this ring? Mats?

Here it is. It's my brother's bike.

-I was right. He was here. -Yes.

-I just don't get why he was in Norway. -I don't get that either.

-What? -Nothing.

What are you doing?

That was the apple of his eye. That bike.

He talked about it all the time.

He had others before that. A Harley-Davidson...

What?

Did you find something?

No.

Subtitle translation by: Annika Yberg www.plint.com