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I killed Jesus's brother.

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

I remove dirt. That's my job.

He was a professor at the university I attended.

He worked in the medical field and produced an antidepressant.

Small pill - pure happiness.

This Cerbera odollam is also called the suicide or murder tree.

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

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

-Hi. -Hi.

He ruined the clinical evidence for all his research.

You've kept him drugged.

-Have you seen Rebecka? -Rebecka? No.

The cops brought CJ in yesterday.

Good.

It's strange that we haven't heard from CJ.

It's not a good sign. It's silent as the grave.

Becka...! God!

Is she breathing? - Becka?

She's not answering.

-We need an ambulance. -Becka?

It has to be CJ. Who else could it be?

-His torpedo. -You mean the red car?

A revenge for sending the cops on him.

What has she done?

She was gone for days. I knew something had happened.

That idiot! He's ruined so much for us.

-Hello! -Hello.

We're waiting for the test results. Was Rebecka using any drugs or medicines?

No drugs, I'm certain about that.

She is suffering from something which is strongly affecting her heart.

There can be several causes. Some of her symptoms suggest poisoning.

We're doing everything we can to find an explanation.

-I'll be back as soon as I know more. -Thank you.

I got the analytical results for the pill that I found at STB.

-Can we connect them with CJ? -No. I have to let him go by noon.

This is a really horrific pill!

A few more mephedrone molecules, and you'll never be yourself again.

I hope they know what they're selling.

Only those Russian idiots who concoct this crap know that.

I hope they follow the recipe carefully. I hate people who play God.

That's what these damn lab rats are doing.

Hi! Saraswati told me what happened.

-How is she? -It's so terrible, Loa. Look!

-What happened? -They think she's been poisoned.

Poisoned? By what?

Don't know. They're trying to find out.

Excuse me. Will you come with me for a moment?

Rebecka has been poisoned. This has led to bradycardia - low heart rate.

The problem is that it's decreasing. If it goes as low as twenty beats per minute,

there is a risk that her heart stops beating.

We've given her medicines to increase her heart rate, but with no result.

But can't you just make it beat faster?

Right now, we can't do more here.

We're in contact with a doctor in Manaus, who has come across this poison before.

There is an antidote there, but we can't get it here in time.

Oh, God!

How long time does she have?

If her heart rate keeps decreasing in this way... Perhaps 10-15 hours.

Hours?

-She was hitting on you! -What?

-She was! -I'm sorry. This is so terrible.

He's sweet.

Hi. I wasn't able to finish it so you have to do it instead.

Okay, great.

Room 1122. Bye.

So how do we recognize each other IRL?

Roxy?

Did you...? You haven't changed your mind?

-No, not at all. -Good.

-I could wear a hamburger t-shirt. -"Hamburger"?

-With a jacket on top, of course. -Yes, okay.

-See you later. -Alright, see you. Tonight.

-What are you doing here? -I got the report.

What does it say?

It's about the glass fragments in Mario's head.

-And?

Their quality and density are consistent with a bottle of Moët & Chandon.

That's fantastic! STB is swarming with bottles of Moët.

Yes, but a lot of people drink it.

-It's circumstantial evidence, at best. -Do you have anything else?

-What's that? -The list of sleeping bag buyers.

Did you find anything?

But that's Johanne.

Well, that's two pieces of circumstantial evidence.

And two is the start of a chain of circumstances.

Now you can send forensics to Johanne's cabin.

-That's great! -Yes.

Okay.

-Great new, Peter! -Yes.

Oh, fuck! God! Johanne?

Look! It's Ståhl.

-Damn! -What do we do?

Hi there.

But...I'm not gay.

You tricked me! Gay tricked!

Come on, can't we be friends?

Wow! Thank you.

-Everyone has a unique tongue print. -Like a fingerprint?

Yes, a biometric pattern. Unforgeable.

Really? And how do you measure it?

Texture, size, the shape of the tip of the tounge.

-It was discovered in Hong Kong in 2007. -Makes sense.

-Can I see yours? -Okay.

Stick it out. More!

Great. Take one of mine.

-Stick it out. -There's no goo in there, right?

Look at yours... Take one more of mine, for the sake of fairness.

You'll soon get the peace that you deserve...

...my brother.

And you're about to get what you deserve.

-My love? -Jesus, we need your help.

-You have to get us with your car. Now. -Okay.

-Tell me what's going on. -No, I can't.

-Why not? -Because I can't!

-Don't talk about your fishing trip. -Okay.

-You have to help us. -But I was on my way to...

-It's a matter of life and death. -Sure.

Jesus, I love you.

Of course I'll be there if you need me.

-So will you come with the camper? -Sure. Bye.

Ståhl, Ståhl...!

Phone call for you, it's your lawyer.

-Who is this? -CJ, how are you?

-Busy. -Are you enjoying yourself?

If I were you, I'd try to settle in. You did hear about that STB woman, right?

It's been a long time, Loa.

Do you mean Rebecka?

She was poisoned this morning, didn't you hear?

You killed her with your suicide poison.

You're just as manipulative as always. I have a fool proof alibi, did you forget?

You get as many years for incitement as you get for murder. Did you send Ståhl?

Ståhl? Why would I send Ståhl, of all people?

Suicide tree. You thought you had the perfect murder weapon, right?

Untraceable poison. But a call to the police at the right moment...

-...may enlighten them. -Are you framing me?

You stole a half-finished product,

then started producing Itch in some old Russian factory.

-It wasn't finished, got it? -I seized the opportunity.

Should I just have let it slip through my fingers? Do you think I'm an idiot?

That's one thing I'm not. You hadn't discarded it.

It wasn't ready for the market!

And seriously - "sexual satisfaction"? What's that compared to eternal happiness?

And that name! "Itch"?

Freal, CJ, that's the future! Freal!

-Let's go and meet Kira and Becka. -They should be by the car.

Alright, take care of her.

I'll look after her now.

-Tell us if it decreases, alright? -I will.

Come on!

I wish she could tell us what he gave her.

Maybe that guy could have, if your boyfriend hadn't beaten him up.

-What if we can't find an antidote? -We just have to.

Yes.

TOXICOLOGY EXPERTS

TOXICOLOGY SPECIALISTS

Let's call the scientists and see what it leads to.

-But it's the middle of the night. -Not in the whole world.

-Right, because when the sun is up in... -Call Alex.

Hello?

What?

Okay, what do I do?

-What are you doing? -Not now.

-What's the network login? -What?

I can help you via the police database.

Okay, you can use the girls' network.

There.

Still no antidote.

Okay...

"Plant poison"? Alright, I'll try that instead. Hang on.

-What are we looking for? -"Plant poison" and "cardiac arrest".

Okay.

Hey, what about this?

Check Dr. Jayasurita at Lund University.

Alright, in Lund? Thanks, Alex.

-Wasn't that good? -Nice!

Hello! Is this Dr. Jayasurita?

I'm looking for an antidote to plants causing...

-Bradycardia. -...bradycardia.

Really? Cool! Fantastic!

Could we get it quickly?

Yes?

Oh, God... Manila?

Twenty hours? Alright, thank you.

What?

There is an antidote to plants in the family Apocyna...

-Apocynaceae. -Yes, but you can only get it in...

That's the suicide tree, remember?

Fuck! CJ.

Oh, God, he'll never... Not him.

We have to try, Johanne.

Let's give it a try, alright?

I just have to check one thing. I'll be back in two seconds.

We have to stop this!

Jesus must have found these in the cabin. I only removed our photos.

-What is it? -Jesus is going to kill Peter.

He thinks Peter killed his brother.

-Bit why would he...? -He's a torpedo.

Drive to the police station and warn Peter. I'll take care of Rebecka. Hurry!

Damn!

-Johanne? -Hi!

Hi!

What's going on?

It's so nice to see you!

What's the matter?

-Are you alright? -Yes! I just...

I just miss you.

I miss having breakfast with you. I like having breakfast with you.

-I just wanted to tell you that. -Okay.

While you...?

While I can. Life is so fragile, don't you ever think about that? So short.

No, I don't think about that very often. But...

But what I am thinking is perhaps,

what stops us from having breakfast together every day?

Nothing.

-Kira? -Hi!

-Is Peter okay? -Yes, it worked. He's okay.

Great! I'm almost there.

-Don't go in until I get there. -Alright. I'll wait for you inside.

Good.

That's better. There.

There we are, my little darling.

CJ?

CJ?

Excuse us for just barging in like this, but...

We didn't mean to send the cops on you.

-Is this about Rebecka? -She'll die if you don't help us.

Okay, CJ, you don't give me any choice.

It wasn't me.

We really need your help.

Do you know a plant in the family Apoc...?

-Apocynaceae. -Yes!

Of course I don't want her to die.

Especially not from a poisonus plant that I own.

No.

Here. But on one condition.

That you blow up Loa's lab and his blue Freal.

-Blow up Loa's lab? -Not Loa, just the lab.

-I want him off the market. -Okay.

Okay.

Is the problem eliminated?

Not quite. They got her out of the hospital.

Why won't she just die?

I suppose she didn't drink enough of the tea.

And you can't just drive a knife into her?

In vivo veritas.

-Vino. -Vivo. Like the chain stores.

"Living." Only from living organisms do you find out the truth.

As long as they're alive.

Listen.

-We don't need Mats anymore, so... -I'll take care of it.

Peter? Do you know what?

If the forensics team finds just one thing in the cabin, we can charge Johanne.

Right. But we mustn't get ahead of ourselves.

I mean, there's nothing that... I mean...

Nothing points directly at Johanne so far.

The cabin could be the murder scene, as the things were already there.

The champagne bottles, the sleeping bags.

Whoever followed Jesper may have used the things that were already there.

I suppose you have a point there.

Everything is fine. We got the antidote!

Hello, Becka! We're here.

-Quickly. -Open her mouth.

Open up.

-And shut! -Okay.

Oh, no!

-Is the rate decreasing? -Yes!

Subtitle translation by: Annika Yberg www.plint.com