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

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

We'll make lots of money.

-But you make a lot of money on pills. -They do.

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

A "simple job". In Norway.

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

What's this? Don't do this.

I heard that you needed some help. In front of you is a much better product.

-I found CJ's lab. -Have you been to Russia?

No, it's here.

Freeze! Hands on your head!

-Let's go away for a couple of days. -Oh, Jesus!

This is Mario.

-So this is your brother? -Yes.

But this is Loa. Do you know him? Do you?

This is where he sent his last text message from.

I don't understand what he was doing in Norway.

-What? -Did you find something?

Hello!

Is everything okay?

-Can you drive that? -Drive...? Yes, of course.

-Will you ride the bike? -I think that's best.

Well done, everyone!

And don't forget your inner child.

-That was good. Really good. -Thank you.

Hello!

-Hello! -I wanted to...

-Sorry for barging in like this. -No, it's fine!

You see, I visited my uncle and there I found this.

Mats!

-Is Mats your uncle? -Yes.

That's...

But of course! The two of you are very...

-I should have figured. -How did you know him?

-Tell you what... -What?

Come here and I'll tell you.

-Yes? -Any news?

We checked the greenhouse, but it's so clean that you can eat off the floor.

-So what happens now? -We keep him for 24 hours.

We scare him, and then keep an eye on him after that.

It won't be long before he screws up and then I'll be there.

Have you ever been happy, Rebecka?

I mean totally happy, for real?

Well...

Because, you know, I think Thoureau was right when he said:

"Most men live lives of quiet desperation"

"and go to the grave with the song still in them."

-Do you know what I mean? -Yes, I think I understand what you mean.

Sometimes life hasn't really felt like anything matters anymore.

When I was a child, I always felt different.

All the other children all seemed so carefree.

-I always worried. -About what?

All sorts of things. That my mum would die, that the cat would run away...

Anything. That they'd stop making my favourite ice cream.

-You can't keep me here. -Yes, I can.

You're suspected of a serious narcotics offence.

-You can go when I tell you to go. -This is too much.

I want a lawyer. I'm not saying anything. Nothing.

One more thing: Have your heard of the butterfly effect?

It's when a butterfly flaps its wings in Mexico...

...and the air flow is affected, causing a hurricane in Sweden.

It's simple chaos theory.

Like if I'd discover that you and your lot had damaged one, single plant of mine...

...and then you'd go and break your leg. That would be a shame.

And then, when I became a teenager, I started experimenting with drugs.

Just to be able to feel at all.

And that was great...for a while.

But pretty soon, I totally lost control.

I started hallucinating, had withdrawal symptoms. I couldn't eat, sleep, anything.

That's when I met your uncle. He was a professor at the university I attended.

He took me under his wing. He saved me.

-But wasn't he a scientist too? A chemist? -He was brilliant.

He worked in the medical field and produced an antidepressant.

Do you know anything about serotonin stimulants?

Most of the current ones have quite powerful side effects.

You gain weight, get numbed or nauseous.

But the one that Mats created, had no side effects at all,

and it worked on all the test persons.

Small pill - pure happiness. Do you see?

-It sounds a bit too good to be true. -Exactly.

A medicine like that would revolutionize the world, right?

So what happened?

Let's turn you around.

At first, it was alright. He was just a bit confused. Forgot things, came late.

Let's watch TV and just sit here for a while. Here's your...

Then it got worse.

And one day he stepped into his lab

and ruined the clinical evidence for all his research.

-Seven years of work. Just gone. -How awful!

I'll be back soon.

Your uncle was a genius. Do you see?

And I understand that it wasn't always easy to live with him. But, you know...

...to me, he was like a father.

My dad and Mats broke all contact when I was little. I hardly knew he was alive.

I didn't know about this.

I feel sad that I never got to meet him or to know him.

But I also feel happy that he had someone like you close to him, who really cared.

Hello! Li's massage. How can I help you?

-Hi, Li. -Hi, Johanne! Hi!

I have the next delivery ready for you.

We don't need any right now. We already bought another one.

-At a cheaper price, actually! -From where?

From another guy. Excuse me, there's a customer coming.

-Call me if you lower your price. -Okay.

-Have you seen Kira or Becka? -No. What's going on?

Someone is stealing from us. Someone here at STB. One of our own.

Pistanthrophobia.

The fear of trusting people. You have it.

It can be part of an Electra complex,

but if I were you, I'd question my relationship with dad.

Alex, someone is stealing pills, selling them at half the price to our customers.

Sonny. I saw him this morning, when I was shaving.

-He hid something in a locker. -His own locker?

Misogynism and poor hygiene is one thing,

but I never thought you'd stoop this low, Sonny.

How long have you worked here? Fifteen years?

-Twenty-two. -Twenty-two?

And you choose to finish like this?

Biting the hand that feeds you. Street dogs are more loyal.

Leave your STB card and keys on your way out.

So you think you can fire me?

When you and your little friends started pushing pills,

I started keeping my own log of all my deliveries.

If you fire me, I'll drive down to the police station and have a cup of coffee.

They seem quite keen on busting you, actually.

I'm sure she'd love to hear about your little operation.

Great idea! Smart thinking, Sonny!

Especially as your fat little fingerprints are all over every bag

and all our customers have seen your face several times. Idiot!

-Where are you going? -To the police.

What's the matter with you?

I killed Jesus's brother. I killed my brother-in-law!

-What do you mean? -The man I killed was Jesus's brother.

-How do you know that? -Jesus brought me to the cabin.

To my cabin?

Yes. His brother's phone was tracked to our cabin.

Oh, God!

-Does he know you did it? -No, but he's going to hate me.

-But you can't tell him. -I can't keep a secret like that from him.

What has been done has been done. Nothing good will come from you telling him.

Besides, it was self defence. If you hadn't hit him, he would have killed us.

I'd never have met Jesus!

-Does he suspect you? -No.

-And he doesn't know the cabin is mine? -No.

Then just leave it at that for now.

Do you promise to do that?

Have you seen Becka? I've tried calling.

I'm sure she's at Saraswati's with Lisa. Why was Sonny going to the police?

Damn! Take this.

-Are you going hiking? -This is a sleeping bag from Wildlooks.

The Rolls-Royce of sleeping bags. Hand-sewn and filled with eiderdown.

-How fascinating. -The murder victims were found in these.

They cost a fortune, they're extremely exclusive.

Only very few stores stock them. I've asked for their customer lists...

-I'll take care of this. -...and we'll see if...

This is an allergy-free zone.

Jonas?

-Has Sonny Eriksson been here? -No.

Are you sure? Small guy, moustache, smells of onion.

No one has come in here, except for our staff and you.

One moment!

Johanne?

Johanne?

-Hi! Are you here? -Yes, I'm just looking for someone.

I just wanted to say that perhaps we could...have some cake and...

-Cake? -Yes, and coffee. Coffee and cake.

-Okay. -Great!

-Breakfast, nine o'clock at Shelter? -Okay.

Great.

I hope you're finished with this.

Finished? People in this department have allergies,

so I had to take care of it. It contains down and shit.

I don't want anyone to get an allergy shock.

Make sure to remove it from here. Hey!

What happened to you after Mats became ill?

I...developed my own research...

...which led me here to the temple and to yoga.

I continued searching for the key to happiness.

I want to help people. I just want to...help.

So have you found it? Happiness?

I mean, you're good at helping others, but have you found your own happiness?

Jesus?

-Alex? -Hello.

-Do you live here? -No, I... Do you want some breakfast?

Yes.

-Have you seen Jesus? -Yes, once.

When I was little, my friend Staffan hit me with his BMX bike.

I thought I saw Jesus then, for a short while.

But it was Staffan. He has long hair.

-Jesus! -No, he's not here.

He wasn't there when I woke up.

-Could he have someone else? -Sure, he might have.

-Is that why he doesn't want to...? -It could be the smell.

-The smell? -Yes, pheromones.

When women are over thirty, their womb starts to rot.

That's why you smile the way you do.

It's as if I don't know him. What does he do in the middle of the night?

Alex, do you think it's okay to have little secrets?

No. Loving is being naked. Secrets are just poisonus.

-Thank you, Alex. -Kira, could you come here for a moment?

-Hi. -Hi.

I wanted to let you sleep. I have to go.

I'm going back to uncle Mats again. I got this funny feeling.

I saw his medical records. I think he's been given the wrong medication.

Why would you think that?

I don't really know. I just need to find out.

He has a legal guardian, called Lars-Olof something. I'll try to talk to him.

Won't you at least stay for some breakfast?

Okay.

Why are you in such a hurry?

Oh, God!

First Janne, now little Sonny. Fuck!

This is different. It's not a threat.

It's someone who didn't want Sonny to go the cops.

We can't tell the cops that yet another driver died.

-The drivers are here soon. -Just another day at STB.

-You have to move the car. -Me?

Now! They'll be here soon. I have to go. I'll call you.

That's lovely! I'll be right out.

-How are things in the company? -STB?

Can't we talk about something other than business, exes and drugs?

-Sure. What do we talk about then? -About us?

What did you dream about when you were little?

Don't tell me. I know. You dreamt about getting a dog.

I did, actually.

-You too? -No, I'm afraid of dogs.

You can't be afraid of dogs.

But you wanted one of those big dogs with fluffy fur.

-And big, sad, brown eyes. -A Saint Bernard, yes.

I was going to name it Bruce, after Bruce Springsteen.

-But you never got one? -No, dad didn't want to.

-And as an adult? -With Svein?

No, he thought that dogs were dirty.

Well, they are. Really, they are.

Perhaps. But at least you can trust them, as far as I know.

Unlike...?

My wise grandma said:

"The best way to find out if you can trust someone is to start trusting them."

Hey! How are you?

-Jesus, where have you been? -I had some stuff to take care of.

-Do you really love me? -More than anything in the whole world.

Would you still love me if I told you that I've done something really awful?

What are you talking about? Cariño?

It's just a little thing that...

Let's talk about it later. Okay?

-Later. -But you just got here!

-Just a quick shower before I leave. -Fuck!

I always feel so calm with you.

I guess I needed to relax a bit too. There's been a lot going on lately.

A lot of everything.

And on top of that, finding out about Mats.

Seeing him like that...you know.

-Terrible. -He's been locked in there for ten years.

It's unbelievable. I can't even imagine...

I have to go.

What's this?

But... "Lars-Olof"?

That's me.

Lars-Olof Andersson. People just call me Loa.

But Mats's legal guardian is called...

You should sit down.

You've kept him drugged.

Who are you really? Answer me!

Why do you have all these weapons?

-Answer me! -I remove dirt.

Just the worst kind of dirt. That's my job.

So it's just a job?

Was it you who killed little Sonny?

Sonny...

If you fire me, I'll drive down to the police station and have a cup of coffee.

They seem quite keen on busting you, actually.

A pro bono. For you, corazón.

I eliminated a great safety hazard for STB.

-Hey! -What the hell do you want?

There are no tracks.

It will look as if he died a natural death.

Like a normal, simple heart attack.

Three, two, one.

I did it for your sake.

-For my sake? -Yes, for your sake.

He almost succeeded, your uncle.

His medicine had one drawback. One.

If you used it for more than five years, it could cause liver failure.

Maybe!

One test person died.

Don't try to speak. Your muscles are slowly going numb, including your tongue.

It will only get worse if you fight it.

One person died, and he stopped all his work.

He thought the medicine was too dangerous to be released.

And I tried to convince him that this was madness.

But he was so terribly obstinate, that in the end I had no choice.

I had to get rid of him.

But he was clever, your uncle.

He went in and changed the composition.

He removed one component, so the medicine became useless. Clever, right?

Hi, Saraswati, it's Johanne. Is Rebecka there?

Hello! No, she's not here.

I can't get hold of her. Where can she be?

Try the temple. She was going there to see Loa.

Okay, the temple. Thank you.

Ever since then, I've tried to recreate the original medicine.

And do you know what? I finally did it.

-The result is Freal. -People will die.

Wouldn't you rather have five years of total happiness

than a whole life of just...nothing special?

You're helping me spread happiness.

Thanks to you, the world can have eternal happiness.

Or at least five years of it.

-Wait! -So that's all you do - shoot people?

You're so innocent, Kira. This is my life, it's who I am.

I don't follow the rules of the police, I follow my own rules.

-Will you leave me now? -I never want to talk about it again.

I don't want to know what you do. I don't want to know about your job. Okay?

It's best if we keep a few secrets to ourselves, both of us.

There's a reason why you came into my life. I don't want to let you go now.

Kira...

-I have to go. -What? Where?

Or... Okay, it's okay. Just go!

I'll be back.

I need that copy of the customer list from the store with the sleeping bags.

-I see. -Susanne said that you got it.

-Well... Is this what you mean? -Yes, that's it.

Remember that bottle of Aquavit that you got for my sister?

-Yes. -She liked it.

-That's nice. -Maybe you could get another one?

If this list is worth so much to you.

So you want booze in exchange for a document

that could be vital for an ongoing murder investigation?

No, I didn't say that. I said that my sister likes Aquavit.

-Don't you understand Swedish? -No, perhaps I don't.

Hello, Johanne! Come in.

-Have you seen Rebecka? -Rebecka? No.

That's strange. I can't get hold of her. Saraswati said that she was coming here.

She was here yesterday, but she went home.

It's not like her to not be in touch.

-I'm getting worried. -Yes, I understand.

Would you like some tea?

No, thanks. I have to keep searching.

Yes. I hope you find her.

That was close.

I think it's time to finish this now.

Subtitle translation by: Annika Yberg www.plint.com