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- Tell us about Tomas Eriksson
- He was a lowly crook!

Von Comer? That's the King's pal,
the one who got roughed up.

He plans to return
a Russian art object to our king.

Worth 300 million.

- When you press it...
- ...it plays a melody

Cute tune...

It's all about Pinocchio.

- That's all I know.
- "Whoever lies, dies"

Howdy... Oh, whoops!

The safety catch...

Right... Duck, Niemi!

- So von Comer was the shooter?
- No, no, no!

Then he panics and runs upstairs.
Big mistake, the killer follows him.

- Why didn't they shoot?
- Good question, Niemi.

- And now you shoot...
- No, I didn't.

Or you would've found a spent case.

- So he wasn't even pushed?
- Maybe. Maybe not.

Whoever did this wouldn't kill him
before they got what they wanted.

- And did they?
- Another good question.

Let's look for fresh evidence.
You go outside and I'll continue in here.

Okay...

Hello, Gurra, it's Becks.

I'm at von Comer's place,
and I think we'll find Pinocchio here.

Hold your damn horses,
I'm walking into his study as we speak.

Here's a safe, but it seems...

It's been cleaned out.
Not a damn thing left.

Hang on...

- Where's that coming from?
- Von Comer's phone.

Someone's been resending this
every 60 minutes for the past 24 hours.

Most recently,
when he went over the railing.

"Your time is up"... It sure was.

Could it be the same person
who killed Eriksson?

He and von Comer
had some funny business going on.

Well, I've learned
not to assume things are random.

- What the hell was the killer after?
- I haven't the foggiest idea.

So here's the story...

The Pinocchio music box
was made by Fabergé in 1908.

It was a special order
by the last Russian Tsar, Nicolai II.

And the design was inspired
by the fairytale character, Pinocchio.

The music box was to be an Easter gift
for prince Alexei,

who was entranced by the tale
his Italian governess read to him.

I will call him Pinocchio.

Is this the same Fabergé
who made the gold eggs?

Yes, indeed!
Fabergé eggs are worth a mint.

But Pinocchio is one of a kind!
Priceless. Mythical.

- It's been missing for years.
- You said the Swedish king had it once.

- And now you're going on about Russia.
- I'm getting to that.

- Hello, Clabbe. Table for two.
- Sorry, we're booked solid.

I see lots of free tables.
Including my regular table.

I'm sorry, but we are unable
to serve you at the moment.

I see. Anything to do
with my remarks about Eriksson?

- Eriksson was an esteemed guest.
- Right...

And now he's an esteemed corpse.
Listen to me, Clabbe:

Rustle up two Czechs, two vodkas
and two menus right now.

- Or we'll make a scene.
- No, wait!

Lisa... Bäckström!
Please don't cause a scene.

- Hey, this is an expensive jacket.
- You have to leave.

No "Sweet Little Lisa"...

- Let go!
- Let go already!

I'm going to buy this dive
and put up a parking lot!

Then you can work as a parking
attendant, you bum! Let's go, Gurra!

- Cretins!
- So, how did Pinocchio reach Sweden?

Well, the prince received his Easter gift.

But you see, the boy had hemophilia,

"the Royal disease",
common among European royals.

- That bunch of in-bred court jesters.
- Alexei blew into the toy's nose...

...cut himself and bled to death.
All due to the curse.

- Dear boy, heaven help us...
- Destroy it! Bury it!

God has cursed it. This is retribution.

My son!

But the governess
doesn't obey the Tsar.

She keeps the music box.

Later, she leaves Russia
and heads for...

- Sweden?
- No, Italy. The home of Pinocchio.

The governess,
with a taste for the good life,

used Pinocchio as her dowry
to marry a rich Lombardian baron.

Enjoy!

So the baron gets the babe and the toy?
Not bad...

Well...the curse strikes again
on their wedding night.

Their first...

...and last, night together.

Giovanni?

Giovanni? Giovanni!

- The staircase was dark...
- And Pinocchio?

Left in an armoire until April 1945.

When Benito Mussolini, on the run
from rebels, takes refuge in the palace.

But the old fascist's
sticky fingers set off the music box...

He was maimed, executed and hanged
upside-down in the town square.

Looks like Pinocchio
brings bad luck.

Not everyone, a few canny people
got around the curse in time.

- Such as...
- The King of Sweden?

- Winston Churchill.
- Winston Churchill?

Some British troops
gave him the music box.

The very next day, he lost the election.
And had a severe stroke.

He realized that his bad luck
stemmed from Pinocchio.

When he won the Nobel Prize
for literature, that was it!

- What's wrong with a Nobel Prize?
- It invariably leads to writer's block.

And the Nobel prize
is awarded in Stockholm!

Yes, "by the hand of the King".

The rather boozy awards party
ends with a round of poker.

Three aces...

- But...what's he doing?
- Just watch.

Oh, now I get it. That's clever!

Ah, thank you!

And that's how our future king
came into possession of Pinocchio.

Then later, during the 1958 World Cup...

...Pinocchio vanishes
during a dinner at the palace.

- To turn up later at Eriksson's place?
- Yes.

- Where was he in-between all that?
- There's a gap in the provenance.

The chronology of its ownership.
From the King to Eriksson.

What if this as yet nameless owner
wanted Pinocchio back?

And kills Eriksson
and possibly von Comer too.

Well, let us fill in the blanks
in the provenance,

and find this "pepper mill"...
Where do we start?

Don't you have
"a friend with benefits" at the palace...

- ...you could grease up?
- "Friend" no longer applies.

- But this is about murder, Gurra.
- And 300 million.

Listen, I have a question:
Is it...frowned upon

to possibly date your boss?

- Bäckström or Toivonen?
- Toivonen's married.

You know what I mean.

Lots of police officers
get together in the line of duty.

I made buns without any cinnamon,

since I know you hate it.

- I don't like pearl sugar either.
- Okay... I could brush the sugar off.

Or we could get a bun somewhere else.

- What do you mean?
- Or grab a beer?

- Kristian...
- Good morning, comrades!

- Anything solid?
- Good morning, Bäckström.

We've found a connection
between the two homicides.

Here's the melody
found on von Comer's phone.

I heard it when someone sent this
to Eriksson on the day he was killed.

Gee, that kills the neighbor theory.

Isn't it plausible
that the killer was after...

...these Russian icons?

Very plausible. Good work.

Icons are practically a dime a dozen.

Would Eriksson risk his life
for a few hundred thousand kronor?

- It feels like we're missing something...
- Don't waste time with feelings.

- Shut your pie hole until you have facts.
- I've got something.

What's this? "Pinocchio"?
Are we playing charades?

On the day Boris escaped,
he wrote "Whoever lies, dies".

- And he did this...
- So what?

Russian art, Boris, lying,

long nose, Pinocchio...
There's a connection.

It's no secret that Boris dislikes me.
But how that would tie in

with some 19th-century
Italian fairytale character is beyond me.

- What do you say, Nadja?
- Nothing.

The icons will be our main lead.
Pass me the marker...

Who owned the icons

before von Comer and Eriksson
laid their hands on them?

That person may have killed
to get their valuable property back.

And we don't know how much
those icons are worth, do we?

But we do know that Martin
picked up those boxes

at Eriksson's summer place,
where they may have been for ages.

Move back in time.
And try to stay anchored in reality.

I'm having lunch with the commissioner,
so I'm out of here.

- Okay, toodle-oo...
- Have some coffee.

- That went well.
- It's a work in progress, my friend.

- No lobster today?
- No, but I'll treat you to a scoop.

- The King's best buddy was murdered.
- Von Comer?

I know he died trying
to get back into the King's good graces.

- Is the King involved?
- Scratch mine, and I'll scratch yours.

- Scratch my back.
- Right...

Well, that depends...

Is it...hairy?

I figured that you,
in exchange for some juicy details,

would write a few lines
about how I humbly do my duty

to fight crime so the Swedes can
sleep peacefully in their beds at night.

So they can dream once more
about their beloved master detective?

Do it well and there's
a lobster dinner in your future.

Let's look at the armed-car heist:
We know the Russians were involved.

They stole cash and valuable objects.
What if the icons came from that haul?

That's a good lead.

- Could you look into it, Nadja?
- Give me a second.

- Hey, it's your birthday tomorrow.
- Thanks for reminding me.

- So what do you want to do?
- My birthdays are cursed.

What the hell? Of course they aren't.

- It's true.
- No way.

- Aren't curses made to be broken?
- No, rules are made to be broken.

- Not curses. That's the point of them.
- Then break your own rule. Have fun!

Clara's right.
All four stolen bags had the same owner.

And the same recipient in Stockholm
only both of those people were fronts.

Sounds like Eriksson's MO.

What if Eriksson arranged
the transport for the owner,

and then had the Russians rob it for him.
Double-crossing the owner...

We can't trace the owner,
but where were the bags sent from?

Helsinki... From Helsinki!

Okay... Thank you, Ankan.

There's your beer.

Those hickeys look fresh,
guess it went well.

Beyond my expectations.
Take a look at the guest list

for the dinner at the Palace
after the 1958 World Cup.

Ankan told me Pinocchio was in Finland
before the Russians stole it for Eriksson.

Well, well...
Look at the bottom of the page.

"Sir Klaus Blåfield
and his son August, from Finland"...

Pinocchio was stolen during dinner,
but no one dared accuse the guests.

- Blåfield took Pinocchio?
- I rather think it was the son.

Here's a photo of the Finns.
Sir Blåfield, young August...

...and their bodyguard.

Jeez, that looks like Toivonen.

That's right, his name was Toivonen.

Over lunch, Bäckström
offered to sell me police information...

- Holy shit...
- Toivonen!

- What did he want in return?
- Where the hell is Toivonen?

And he wanted to...

- I realize that this is difficult.
- How can I put this? He...

What the hell is this?

He wanted us to have a lobster dinner
and God knows what else.

That's terrible!

- Fake news?
- Where's Toivonen?

Lunching with the Commissioner.
Like you. Except you lied.

That girl and I occasionally exchange
information. It was a white lie.

If anyone is uncomfortable here
they can go to hell, here's the door.

- We're open-minded.
- Good. What have you got on Blåfield?

Sigge Blåfield, head of the family,
looks like this.

- Is that it?
- I checked Blåfield's calls.

He called von Comer
before and after Eriksson died.

And von Comer isn't
the only person he called. Take a look.

What the hell - Toivonen?

Let's go, Nadja.

Why is he so mean to me?

Out of my way, toy cop!
Hi, Clabbe.

- Hi there!
- Bäckström...

Commissioner...
Enjoying a leisurely lunch?

- Haven't you filled your scandal quota?
- Speaking of scandals, what's this?

- What is this?
- Who's that tall guy who looks like you?

- That's my grandfather, Antti.
- He was a bodyguard.

Protecting a knight by the name
of Blåfield and his unruly son, August.

- That's right.
- Do you continue to honor the tradition?

By protecting Sigge Blåfield,
August's younger brother,

the prime suspect in the murders
of Eriksson and von Comer.

Calls before and after the murders.

When he's in town we go for a beer.

But Sigge's a man of honor.

Sigge had a lot of Russian art
that was sent to Stockholm.

The transport happened to be robbed,

and the art wound up with Eriksson,
of all people.

The art was there when he was killed,
but was gone the next day.

While Sigge was in Stockholm.

- Can you explain that?
- No. But I can call Sigge, if you like.

Don't bother. We don't
have enough technical evidence,

so I'd like to squeeze
the information out of him myself.

He's hosting a conference
about Baltic Sea fishing.

And here I am - an expert!

- I'd like you to arrange an invitation.
- How would I arrange that?

Offer him the world's best
homicide investigator as a speaker.

I'd better be there too.
Where is this conference?

Finland. Go home and pack.
I'll fly and you can take the boat.

Because you've used
enough of our budget today.

Good to see you. Have a great day.

Toivonen! Good to see you
on the right shore of the Baltic.

Always a pleasure, Blåfield.

- Here's your special guest speaker.
- I was pleased but surprised to hear...

...that Toivonen was
bringing over a big celebrity like you.

Hello.

Oh, that's Aapo, a former light
heavyweight champ now in my service.

Bäckström! It's really you!
May I take a selfie with you?

- She wants to take a selfie with her idol.
- Go for it.

Great. Look at us!

- Don't you read the papers here?
- Sure, but we just don't care.

We're looking forward to hearing
your talk on Baltic Sea fish stocks.

- We certainly are.
- I've got some fish to fry.

- It's this way...
- Is there any beer?

Up here?

Hello! What's up?

Would Egon like to have
some aquarium plants in his tank?

I'm sure he would.
But you're the fish expert.

Hey, maybe you know something
about Baltic Sea fish stocks?

- No, what's that?
- Didn't the Scouts teach you that?

- About eels and herring?
- Why would you want to know?

- To confront a killer.
- About herring?

- No, about Pinocchio.
- What about Pinocchio?

Please?

All right, from one detective to another.

I'm hunting down a killer who stole
a music box shaped like Pinocchio,

the boy whose nose grows when he lies.

- Only he's not a real boy.
- What do you mean?

He's a wooden puppet
that wants to be a real boy,

but to become a real boy,
he needs to stop lying.

- Hello? Did your screen freeze?
- No...

You know what?
You just helped me with my talk.

Give Egon some extra food. Toodle-oo!

- Clara?
- Hi.

- How are things?
- Good.

- And you?
- Fine.

- You know Ankan well, don't you?
- Yes, I do.

- What's on your mind?
- I'm curious...

Is she seeing anyone? Dating anyone?

Officer Olsson
wonders if you're dating anyone.

- I didn't say that...
- Really?

Whoops...

- Did you know that she's...?
- I'm gay, Clara's gay, Ankan's bi.

And you're a very white cis male.

Bi? Okay...

Well, that makes sense.

- You see, there's something between us.
- Go for it.

- Would a birthday present be too much?
- Not at all.

- Kristian is kind of sweet.
- Like a puppy you want to cuddle.

- Hey, that's #metoo!
- Annika?

- We'll grab a table.
- I know, get her a puppy.

Aren't they expensive?

- What brings you here?
- Have you tracked the killer down?

- We're doing fine, I'm not at liberty...
- Right, you can't reveal information.

- I'm not as stupid as people think.
- I don't think you're stupid.

- The icons, have you found them?
- Why do you ask?

Well, since von Comer's dead
and I've seen the icons too...

- Is it the same killer?
- I can't...

Sorry, I shouldn't be pressuring you.

Listen, here's my card.
Call me if you need to.

Anytime. And I promise,
you have nothing to worry about.

Right...

Let's thank our former
Minister of Industry, Seppo Heikkinen,

for an informative talk.

Now make way for the famous
Swedish homicide investigator.

Evert Bäckström.

I hope you know what you're doing.
My reputation is on the line.

Well, look and learn!

Hello! Hi...

I'm sure you're wondering
what a Swedish Detective

knows about Baltic Sea fish stocks...

Nothing, I'm a fish out of water there!

But I do know a thing or two
about exposing liars.

"When fisherman tell you
about the size of their catch,

"their arms are never quite long enough"

For this demonstration,

I need a volunteer, a guinea pig...
Anyone game?

Then we'll ask our host, Sigge.

- Come on up.
- We'd better heed the call of the police.

Here, take a seat, Sigge.
Please face the audience.

We'll start by calibrating.
Are you Sigge Blåfield?

- The brother of August Blåfield?
- Guilty as charged.

- Have you ever tried to evade taxes?
- No...

SIGNS OF LYING:
SCRATCHING HEAD

Ever drive over the speed limit
within city limits?

- No speeding?
- Never!

- "Never"...
- SHIFTY GAZE

You see, when you try
to produce a plausible lie,

both sides of the brain are activated

This causes a bit of a fight.
And your eyes roll a bit.

But these "crimes" aren't serious.

Next question:
Have you ever gone fishing online?

- For porn?
- No way.

- I respect women.
- BLATANT DENIAL

These three examples
aren't 100% conclusive.

But I do have one that is...

This one concerns the nose.

Which actually grows when you lie.
It's scientifically proven.

It's like in that fairytale
about what's his name?

Pinocchio. That's right!
Have you heard of Pinocchio?

Yes.

Have you ever been guilty...

...of murder?

No.

I think I saw your nose grow...
Look, he had to check!

This game is over.

I'd better round this off
before someone kills the mood.

Let's give Sigge a hand!

That put a damper on the fun.

You're right,
Blåfield's lying through his teeth.

But I know how
to squeeze the truth out of him.

The Finnish way.

- Annika Carlsson speaking. Hi, Martin!
- Not now.

- Can we talk?
- We're having pizza.

- Right now?!
- Hang up!

I was just going to have pizza.

Happy birthday to you...

- Hello?
- People are singing for me...

- I need to talk.
- I'll call you right back.

Hello?

Let's have a round of cheers
for my beloved daughter!

- My teeny tiny little baby!
- Happy birthday!

Cheers! Next stop, oblivion!

- Gee, this is fun.
- It sure is. Cheers!

I have a little something for you.

A rescue dog that's been
through rough times.

We're hoping she'll now
have a loving home.

Her name is "Kanel", Cinnamon.

- Happy birthday.
- No, not me.

- I'm allergic.
- When did that happen?

- I've always been allergic to dogs.
- Not when you were a child.

There are degrees,
you can be super-allergic,

or you can...take pills for it.

I'm allergic to dogs.

You told me this was a good idea.

- I was only joking.
- Joking...

Then I'll take her.

I'll take care of things, like usual.
She needs love.

- And she'll get that now.
- Dogs gives you love, joy...

They get your endorphins going.
You could use some warmth and love.

- And to give some too.
- Thank you, Mom.

- Then let's get this party started!
- Cheers!

According to Finnish lore: In the sauna
a man speaks only the truth.

Just get Blåfield on his own.

- What about his babysitter?
- I'll take care of him. Trust me.

Cheers!

Let's have some more!

There!

Here's how a real Finn takes sauna!

No, you goddamn fool!

- Get him out of here and cool him off!
- Let's go outside.

You stay here. Sit down and shut up!

You and I need to talk.

Apparently, in a Finnish sauna,
men speak only the truth.

- If we say anything at all.
- I'll go first.

Once upon a time, when
your brother August was a kid,

he stole a music box from
the young crown prince of Sweden.

One that you, 60 years later, you wanted
to sell along with some Russian art.

So you contacted Eriksson.
And Eriksson contacted von Comer.

Then Eriksson found out
that Pinocchio is worth millions.

So you sent Pinocchio and the icons,

to Eriksson with an armed transport...

One that happened
to get robbed by Russians...

Bad luck! But von Comer figured out

that Eriksson set up the robbery.

So he tried to blackmail Eriksson.

Not the brightest idea...

That's when he contacted you.

That jump-started your vodka-pickled
Finnish reptile brain

and you took a flight to Sweden,

and went to see Eriksson,
accompanied by your pet goon.

Who killed him.

He did it.

Aapo killed him.

Can we meet up?

Sure, what's it about?

Come and dance!

Pinockio

- Sweetie-pie, it's your party.
- I'm just taking care of something.

You and I should paint the town red.
We've never done that.

Because you're always in Spain
living "La Vida Loca" with your toy boy.

He's not a toy boy.

- He looks like an overgrown baby.
- Really? Dear God...

- Eugene! Eugene!
- "El Tusse"!

You're right!

- Where's that verse of yours?
- Furs? "El verso"...

- He's written a verse. An ode to you.
- Hello!

Look, you've got a rival!

- Olsson, you're so cute together!
- Thank you.

Congratulations, on your relationship.

- Do you live together?
- I have a key.

- So soon...
- I'll be taking it back.

- Why don't you live together?
- You can have a good life on your own.

You don't have to jump from
one bad relationship to another.

- Is that how you see me?
- They use you.

First Dad, then this "bard"...

He doesn't beat the crap out of you
like Dad did, but...

- Chill!
- Let me finish.

You don't see it yourself
and you keep repeating the pattern.

It's tragic.
You think it's love, but it isn't.

That was fucking unnecessary.

Police! Chicka-chicka!

Policia! Chicka-chicka, Politzei!

Ey, ey, ey, ey, ai, ai!

All over Stockholm
and through the slime

Our favorite lesbian fights crime

But she began as a thief,
stealing her mother's heart

What a heist!

Where are you?

- What's going on?
- The birthday curse strikes again.

- No, you've lost your mind!
- You aren't me. You wouldn't know!

Are you serious?

- Who do you keep texting?
- I'll call you later, I promise.

Hey, are you all right?

Boozing in the sauna like that
gives the wrong fucking impression.

What the hell?!

We went to Eriksson's house.

And then?

Open the goddamn door!

Simmer down! Cool it...

What happened at Eriksson's place?

He let us in...

- No, don't bark at our Finnish friends.
- "Friends?" No fucking way!

Don't listen to a wimp like von Comer...

- Shut that mutt up!
- Trust me, I would never trick you.

- What would I have to gain?
- Then what's this?

- I can explain...
- Give the man his puppet back!

I'm going in there. That's where it is.

There are things you need to know.
Sit down and wait.

There are certain circumstances
I need to explain...

Something has
turned my life upside-down.

I will never be the same.

I know who I am now,
and where I'm going...

And no one is going to stop me.
So I'm kindly asking you

to leave! Both of you!
You can't intrude like this.

- So beat it!
- Now I'm kindly telling you...

- ...that you're dead meat!
- Back off. Or I'll shoot!

That's bullet number one.

Number two.

And there's number three.

It was life-or-death...

And your contribution
was to pee on the couch?

Open the door!

I told you things would go south!
Why the hell don't you what I tell you to!

- Now I see!
- Can't you see? You should have left!

Aapo! Stop, you're killing him!

Shut up! Shut up!

- Goddamnit!
- That explains the dog.

And you rounded this party off
with Aapo throttling Eriksson?

Are you insane?
We made a run for it.

We took the icons
but left Pinocchio behind.

After Aapo strangled him for refusing
to tell you where he hid Pinocchio.

- He was already dead.
- No.

Eriksson's cause of death
was strangulation.

In that case, we're innocent.

- Bloody hell!
- Hold on!

Aapo...we're innocent!

Can't you see that I'm telling the truth?

- You're the expert.
- Sure, if that's how you want it.

- Aapo killed a dog, and that's that.
- It's the truth!

- Then don't tell anyone about Pinocchio.
- Why not?

- He wants to have it himself!
- Hell no...

Then why are you scratching your head?
And that shifty gaze!

And here comes denial!

He wants Pinocchio! He hasn't
told the others about its existence!

- If they find out...
- I'd lose my job.

- What about the icons?
- You can keep them.

But don't tell anyone or I'll have
to come back and break your balls.

Dear brother in crime, we don't just
tell the truth in a Finnish sauna.

What happens here, stays here.

- Just like Las Vegas.
- What?

- Like they say about Vegas.
- USA.

So there was a fight over those icons?

- And they're...?
- Gone.

Eriksson intended to sell them.

- To whom?
- To our killer, if you ask me.

- Time to...
- Like a beer?

- Haven't you had enough to drink?
- Oh, that...

- That was just an act.
- Really?

Well, it takes quite a man
to act so unmanly.

Being out in the field with colleague...

A co-worker...

- It's nice. I knew I could trust you.
- Damned right you can.

Absolutely, Toivonen. You know that.

Police!

Martin?

Stop! Police!

Help! Help me!

Martin!

- I'm here now. I'm here...
- I want to...

- I'm sorry.
- Send an ambulance to Hellasgården.

- Take it easy now.
- I don't want to...

They're on their way... Martin?

Martin? Martin! Martin...