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Sally!

Sally!

Sally!

Sally is the chief inspector's first and only unsolved case.

If he solves it, he'll finally be Mr 100%.

But how did she die?

She was strangled, but first she received a heavy blow to the back of the head.

- Right, I think that's enough. - Dad...

Let's see if we can get some more sangria.

- No, seems to have run out. - I ordered some.

- How did you and Sally know each other? - We were best, best friends.

We had a detective club together.

Then Sally was murdered, and I was the one who found her.

He's going to interview Sally's cousin in Palma.

She could help solve the murder.

But we'll also combine business with pleasure.

Here we go! Let's say "skål" to our weekend in Mallorca.

No, we don't say "skål". We say "salud". We're going to Spain.

- Do you know Spanish? - Yes, quite well.

- Do you know what "sangria" means? - No.

It comes from "sangre" which means "blood".

Blood!

At five this morning, an explosive device detonated

outside the Druvan restaurant in Stockholm.

We go over to Police Headquarters for a comment.

We still don't know for sure who is behind this.

- Is it the Tälje Cartel or another gang? - Well, a gang is just a bunch of people...

You're a gang of people, we're a gang.

What will your gang do about this?

What I can confirm is that Sweden's best investigator,

Evert Bäckström, is all over this case.

- Why can't you tell us anything else? - Can we expect more...?

Bäckström!

I've been calling him all morning.

- Where the hell is Bäckström? - Have you lost him?

Here he is.

Bäckström, where are you? I just promised the media you would...

What? A cold?

It's my trachea, some kind of pneumonia, I think.

I'll think I'll be back on Monday.

Okay, I'll have to lead the investigation until then. Take it easy and get som rest.

- Remember to drink a lot. - Drink a lot?

Definitely, I promise. I'll drink a lot. Bye.

- And where the hell is Niemi? - Holiday. He's back on Monday.

Dammit!

- We could talk to witnesses and so on. - And check the CCTV.

And look at the restaurant once the firefighters give the all clear.

Then Bäckström will be back. Great. Go!

- You're one to talk about morality! - Honey, I come with love!

- You don't know what you demand of me. - I'm not demanding, I'm begging you.

Hallelujah!

Can't you just pull out? Just pull out before it gets too serious.

Like you when we have sex?

Please, Tussan. You're better than this.

Better than all the Germans who come here and buy up our island.

Please, por amor.

Por amor... You don't get it.

This whole project is love for me.

It's me, it's me. Me, through and through!

Put on your clothes, put on your shoes. You have to leave.

Come on, hurry up!

Hola, por favor! Direct from the flight!

Hola, hola! Welcome to my Sweet Eden.

Well, my friends, here's the pool.

We don't have many guests anymore, so it's basically yours.

- Can we swim now? - Sure, jump in.

Wait a minute, Edvin... Let's put the bags in our room first

and then we're meeting Iris about that old murder case I told you about.

I love murder cases, as long as they're old. Come and look here.

- You have my things? - Sure.

I think you'll enjoy it here.

- It's so lovely. - Isn't it?

A small kitchen, a small terrace.

- What do you think? - Fine, if you want to live in a cupboard.

- There are two bedrooms down the hall. - I need something of my own.

What would Ankan say about stuffing us in a cupboard?

Okay. Then I'll show you something else.

- This is the gem of the establishment. - Wow!

- Now we're talking! - The friend's discount won't count much.

The boss will have to pay.

But, Bäckström...

Toivonen doesn't even know we're here. He definitely hasn't given you permission

to spend time solving an old cold case, if you'll excuse me.

Maybe, but when Sally's murder is solved, he'll be pleased with the statistics.

What sort of trail of clues has brought you here?

Well...

Sally has a cousin, Iris, who lives here in Palma and we want to question her.

What does she know?

Sally was the only child of a count

who had some kind of feud with his brother, Iris' father.

Perhaps Sally was murdered so Iris would inherit the estate.

- But she's difficult to get a hold of. - Now she's our last hope.

She is the only one left from that time, besides myself.

If I don't solve this now, then...

- What's Iris' surname? - Gripensköld.

- Maybe you know her? - Yes, I know of her.

She's really shy, so I haven't had the pleasure,

but I know most of the Swedish colony on the island, so I can help.

- Can't we swim now? - You said "business and pleasure".

Yes! And what's more pleasurable than solving a murder?

- Let's go and meet Iris. - I prefer the pool.

Forgive me father, for I have sinned.

And...

Miguel? Continue.

And...

I will sin again.

- No luck, it seems. - Maybe she's having a siesta.

Siesta? Like everyone in this country, around the clock.

- Let's wake her up. Iris! - Hello!

- Wake up! Iris! - No, no, come on...

Take it easy. Let the kids have some fun, we're on holiday.

- Iris, wake up! - Wake up!

- Dad, shout. - Come on, Niemi!

Iris, wake up! Come on, Niemi!

Iris Gripensköld!

- Wake up! - Excuse me...

Hello? What are you doing?

We wanted to speak with Iris.

- Aren't you that celebrity cop? - Yes, and you are?

- I'm nobody. -Well, that's pretty obvious...

- We need to talk to Iris. - She's not home.

- Right. And when will she be home? - I don't know.

We were supposed to meet in Stockholm, but she didn't show up.

Then I thought that if the mountain won't come to Bäckström...

...then Bäckström will have to accept that. Goodbye.

- Nice guy. - Well, tomorrow's another day.

- That's right. Let's have a drink. - Come on.

I got you!

Give up! Come on, I found you!

- No, I found you. It was you who... - Look.

Hippies!

- What? - I don't give care.

They seem pretty shady.

- We've got to keep going. - I don't want to.

We should spy on them.

Sally?

Sally? Sally!

- Evert... - Sally!

Evert!

- Evert, wake up! - Sally... Sa...

- Sally? - We want to go swimming!

Come on, sleepyhead. Get up!

The early bird gets the worm or whatever one says.

- Jesus...! - Change quickly! Please.

I'm coming.

Last one in is a rotten egg!

Is he dead? Dad, is he dead?

Is he dead?

Yes.

Look, this is right after the explosion. We've also traced the car.

Excuse my temper last time. I don't know what...

I heard you take turns with coffee, so...

- Are those Finnish sticks? - In Finland we just call them sticks.

Yes, of course you do. Sorry.

It wasn't being racist, but rather...

Sorry.

Xenia Wall from NOD is on her way here to check out what we've got so far.

- So what have we got? - Many people were woken by the explosion.

And some heard a car skidding away straight after.

Excuse me... It turned out to be a rental car.

The renter has a clean record and reported the car stolen the same morning.

He rented the car at a service station in Södertälje.

- It was stolen a stone's throw away. - The Tälje Cartel?

- That's what I was afraid of. - Forensics will check the restaurant today.

Okay, then we'll need Niemi.

Toivonen grew up in Södertälje. The Tälje Cartel is a sensitive matter for him.

Hi. I know it's Saturday, but your holiday officially ended yesterday.

- I need you here. I need the best. - Thank you.

But I have my daughter this weekend

and I need a few days off from murder investigations...

- I wouldn't ask if it wasn't important. - And then there's my throat...

- What? - I have a bit of a cold.

Yes, well. Goodbye.

What a grumpy fuck...grumpy guy.

He's fully clothed, but without shoes.

He doesn't seem to have been robbed. He still has...

Blow to the back of the head, but not a splash of blood by the pool.

What if he was hit in the pool and the blood diluted?

To find out, we'd need a sample and it's cordoned off.

Use your head, Niemi. Just wring out my bathrobe.

A more important question is: Who's the victim?

Miguel! What the hell! No...!

Nord, where'd she come from? Nord!

- Take it easy! - Nord, what the hell are you doing here?

He's asking if you're stoned.

- Yes. - Get out the camera...

No, you don't know me.

- You don't know what I work with. - I'm not following.

Call Wall! Xenia Wall at NOD.

- Just call her! - Wall is a prosecutor, isn't she?

Jesus, what's happening? Total chaos. What the hell is going on?

- Xenia Wall, who is this? - DCI Bäckström.

Forget the accolades, we've got a colleague in trouble.

Clara Nord? What's happened?

Thanks for the information.

You have to do me a favour, Bäckström, and that is to do absolutely nothing.

- What the hell is going on? - What?

Have you...

Have you ever seen a dead person before?

Only Sally.

Only in pictures.

- Do you think they'll solve it? - No.

Not without Bäckström.

- But...we can do it. - What?

If you and I start a detective club, we could do it.

Look, they're inside Miguel's flat.

Here you are, drinking... Lovely way to start the day.

- Did you talk to the cop? Morales? - Yes, I have.

Why didn't you tell me that Clara Nord lives here? She's a colleague.

Because she wanted to be left alone.

It's a bit delicate, she was together with Ankan.

And now she's with Miguel too?

She's gay. They were friends.

Miguel was raised here on the island, Clara said.

I haven't spoken to them since they moved in here.

- And when was that? - Something like two months ago.

Hang on! That was predictable... Just sit down and take it easy.

- Do you want something else, like water? - No, thanks.

I just need to sit here alone for a while and philosophise.

And I need to drink a lot, so I'll take that.

Thanks. I have to go. Fasten your seat belt.

Excuse me...

- I'm hungry. - Me too. Do you want to take a break?

He says, "Come here, we've found something."

"What is it?"

- "Is it a clue?" - Blood.

Nope, the pool water contained no trace of blood

which would have been the case if the head injury was fresh.

I'll be dammed.

- Are you sure they said blood? - Yes, the forensics guy rushed to the flat.

He had no shoes on. What if Clara murdered him in the flat

and dragged him out to the pool in the dark.

She lied about being at the club all night, according to the bouncer.

Didn't I tell you not to poke your damn nose into it?

Well, well, look who's here.

You told me to do nothing, which is impossible.

- I asked you for a favour. - I'm always in favour.

If you don't tell me what's going on, I'll have to find out for myself.

You and me, in private. Now.

Hello, Peter Niemi.

We met at the NFC conference... last spring.

Niemi, you better make sure to keep the doors locked.

There are all kinds of rabble here. Murderers, enemies and whatnot.

This place is dangerous.

He's just mad because she's senior to him.

How about this, Wall...

Miguel came on to Clara's holiday fling, she went crazy and killed him.

Clara isn't here on holiday, but on duty.

As is Miguel.

- So Miguel was also a cop? - Yes.

- What the hell were they doing here? - Operation Palma.

- Operation Palma? - Yes, their cover is being on holiday.

Here's the terrace...

But in fact they've been spying on a Swedish mob

smuggling cocaine from South America to Sweden via Palma.

- Cheers. - Cheers!

- Look. They're back. - Let's do a selfie.

Our target is the mob's leader, Albert Örn. But he keeps a low profile.

In that we think they also sell cocaine on the island,

Clara and Miguel investigated in order to identify the players.

The operation has been approved by Madrid.

But not even the police here in Palma are informed.

- So Morales doesn't know anything? - Depends on how big a mess you've made.

If you're so damn concerned about it, why didn't you tell me this?

- Because you can't be trusted. - For my colleagues' life, you can.

- Go on. - No, thanks, that's enough.

Now you know enough not to blow the operation. That's priority number one.

- And what's priority two? - To talk to Clara.

- I'll come along. - Didn't you get anything I said?

I get exactly that priority one is I shouldn't ruin this operation.

But if you don't take me along, there's a risk that I will.

- This is about a colleague's life. - Exactly.

- Keep a low profile, okay? - Absolutely.

- Could you please shut up? Thanks. - Yes.

Right? That we agree on.

- She was as high as a kite this morning. - Why didn't you say that earlier?

Hello, Clara.

What can you tell us? What happened?

Clara?

I don't know.

- Sorry. - We'll shut it down, I'll talk to Madrid.

- We'll have to put our cards on the table. - No, we have to continue. For Miguel.

Continue? Explain your thinking.

Miguel is dead and you're here, in custody.

How much does he know?

That you and Miguel investigated dealing at the club.

And that you got high on drugs yourself, and lied about your alibi.

Yes, because I was on a job. I had to lie!

I hooked up with some dealers I'd been investigating.

They insisted on treating me.

I had to, to avoid blowing my cover.

I tried to keep it together, but I passed out on some park bench.

When I woke up, it was too late.

Morales says they have technical evidence against you.

- That's bullshit. - They found blood in your flat.

- What? - You live there, and you have a key.

In other words, the primary suspect.

He was my best friend.

- Can you understand that? - And?

But there was something about him the last time we saw each other. He was...

Tell us.

- Miguel, calm down and tell me... - Shut up! I have to think, please.

I guess it's the job?

Tell me what it is, I can help you.

Let's take a break and chill, or we can go home.

- Let's go for the weekend. I'll call Wall. - No, don't call Wall.

- Okay. Where are you going? - To hell...

Miguel...

-You're lying. - What?

You're just bloody lying. I see it. I can read stuff like that.

What, like a living bloody lie detector?

Jesus, that's convenient!

Or maybe you're just lazy? You just go with the first option.

A colleague has been murdered! Can you make an effort!

- Calm down... - No fucking way!

You think I murdered Miguel? Do you think so?

- If you think so, you can go to hell! - Clara, calm down.

- I need to speak to Clara alone. - I don't think so.

Yes, otherwise I'll call Toivonen and have you sent home

in a fucking straitjacket. Would you prefer that?

A warning, Wall... She's a bit hot-headed, your little police girl. Cheerio...

Let's start from the beginning. Okay?

Wallis! What secret secrets have you been talking about?

I've heard so much crap about you, but reality trumps it all.

And this is just the start.

Wallis... Relax a little, sit down. Talk, be civilised.

The only thing I've got to say to you

is that I hereby order you to go home.

This goes way over your inflated little head.

You'll be losing the world's best homicide investigator.

You're smart, Bäckström. If you want to go on being a homicide investigator,

go home to Toivonen tomorrow. If my operation is exposed,

not only Clara's life will be in danger, but yours as well.

Czech. Good taste, Bäcklund!

NO NEW MESSAGES

Dammit!

- All clear. - Okay, thanks.

- They're letting us in. - Perfect, I'm on my way.

- I can't wait for long. - Five minutes. Bäckström is calling.

- Connect us. Connect us. - Yes.

- Bäckis? How's your health? - Never better.

That's more than I can say for your old fuck buddy Clara Nord.

- What's up with Clara? - She's detained for police murder in Palma.

- How about that? - Hang on, you're also on Mallorca?

So that gets your attention, not that you've shared a bed with a cop killer?

- Are you drunk? - Ask your mum, we're staying with her.

Hi, Evert, do you remember me? It's your boss.

I don't care if you're suffering from a cold, drunkenness or pure psychopathy,

but if you don't show up here on Monday, I never want to see you again.

Christ, Ankan, you have to give me a heads up...

Clara could never kill another person. It's impossible.

Well, well, well... Once doesn't count, and twice...

...is twice. Shit.

What the...?

Miguel, what the hell...

Goddammit!

Hurry up, Evert!

Come on!

One, two, three...

Take Kattfot!

It's stuck. Help me!

- Evert? - Sally!

So my parents are getting divorced,

and now they're arguing over how many days I stay with him.

It's just about it being somewhat fair, right?

Dad, the world isn't fair. You just have to face it.

That's why we have to go home tonight, apparently, although I want to stay here.

My mum and dad just work all the time.

I don't think either of them want me.

Dad... Injustice.

- Listen... - Injustice deluxe.

Let's go for a swim instead. Huh? Think of something else.

It's the summer holidays after all, right? Come on!

- How do you say "murder" in Spanish? - "Homicidio."

- And "murder weapon"? - "Arma homicida".

Just let it drop! Okay?

- It's the summer holiday! - Dad!

If the eighth tee is on the hill, just imagine the view on the way down.

- You could roll down... - Look. There he is!

Hello!

This is Evert Bäckström. This is Beatrice.

You look...much taller than on TV.

- Oh, yes. I'm still growing. - Oh, my.

Beatrice is actually a local celebrity down here.

Known by everyone, knows no one.

Speaking of that, I hear you know Iris Gripensköld?

Could you help me meet her?

Yes, Bea knows everyone, and Bea has helped me enormously

finishing the fantastic golf project we're doing together – "Tussans Golf".

- How could I agree to that name? - Because it's folksy.

We have to understand our clientele. Golf belongs to us all.

We can really raise a glass to that. Cheers!

But speaking of Iris, where does the old bag live?

- I can't get hold of her. - He took a chance coming here.

She's shy and withdrawn and very rarely comes here.

Okay, then. Maybe I made this trip in vain.

You can't say that.

The sun is shining, the champagne is cold, these oysters are salty.

- Have one. - So here you are...

- What? Darling... - Mum.

Clara's in custody for murder and you don't even answer the phone. What are you doing!

- Maybe it's the shock. - The shock?

- And the remedy is a seafood platter? - I've been trying to get hold of you.

Loads of times, to invite you to the turf-cutting ceremony, but you never answer.

- This is life and death, not a joke. - It's like this...

Clara specifically asked me not to tell you that she's here.

Why wouldn't she want me to know that?

She might not be over you, might still be in love with you.

Hang on... The sun was just shining, but now we're in a thunderstorm.

Maybe Clara murdered someone because she wanted to be seen, for you to care.

But your mother wants all your amazing love for herself.

We don't need a hobby psychologist. Go pack your stuff.

- I was just on my way. Thanks. - You're being nasty. Sit down and eat.

- Thanks for today, girls. - We'll talk.

- Honey, when did you get here? - I got here today.

NO NEW MESSAGES

Hello!

I just wanted to say that we're leaving, unfortunately.

- And... It was very nice... - Thanks for the information.

...to meet you.

Ouch!

- Do we really have to go? - Yes, otherwise I'll be fired.

- Bäckström, is everything okay? - No, I don't think so.

No, I guess it isn't.

Bäckström? Right...

Listen, I could use some advice.

- I need your help. - Help with what?

Hang on, Niemi. She was talking to me. With what?

- With Eliza. - Eliza?

We had three police officers in Operation Palma. She's disappeared.

- Three officers? - I've had no contact for over a day.

Three officers: one murdered, one in custody and one missing.

- Operation Napalm would be more fitting. - Sure, but will you help me?

Then you'll have to tell me everything from the beginning. Everything!

- Take it easy... - Get off me!

This is Eliza.

Was she the one you and Clara spoke about secretly in custody?

- Hello? Answer me! - Yes, that's right.

- Did she also investigate the clubs? - No.

Her mission was to investigate the leader of the mob, Albert Örn.

- But he keeps well hidden. - I saw him the other day, here.

- Excuse me? - He stopped us at the house of an old bag.

Okay, so you've come closer than we've done in six months. He keeps well hidden.

- And Eliza? - She's focused on his aunt.

- She's become her driver. - Driver for whom?

Örn's aunt. Iris Gripensköld.

- Goddammit. This is the old bag. - What...?

- Sally's cousin. - Who's Sally?

I bought this. Kind of a small present.

- A shark's tooth. - Yes, well...

I thought you needed to toughen up a bit, because you're a bit...

- Thank you. - You get it.

Right kids, let's unpack again! What the hell...? Damn carpet.

For Sally's and for Miguel's sake.

We're going to solve two murders in one hell of a goddamn bang!

Yes!

- Two murders! - In one hell of a goddamn bang!

- Don't swear. Niemi, sorry about that. - It's fine.

- Go and mix a couple of sangrias. - And sodas, so we can drink.

Clara.

Thanks for coming.

Clara. It's me.

- I know you haven't... - I lied to Wall and Bäckström.

Miguel said something...

...that I promised not to tell anyone.

That's the last time I saw him. He was afraid.

The last thing he said... I have to tell someone I can trust.

What did he say? What did Miguel say?

Evert?