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Sally is his only unsolved murder case.

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

- What's Iris's surname? - Gripensköld.

Here's the pool.

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

I need your help. I haven't heard from Eliza for 24 hours.

- The evidence speaks against you. - He was my best friend.

An explosive device has detonated in Stockholm.

Where the hell is Bäckström?

Clara, it's me.

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

Miguel said something...

...that I promised not to tell anyone.

It was the last time I saw him. He was afraid.

- I'm calling Wall. - No, don't do that. Don't call her.

- Miguel, where are you going? - To hell.

What do you mean, Miguel? Please tell me.

Miguel?

- Maybe you can help me. - Of course. Just tell me what's going on.

Dolores.

Who is Dolores? I don't get it.

You will understand - if something happens to me.

You mustn't tell anyone.

- Promise me. - Yes.

- Dolores? - Dolores.

- Dolores? - You mustn't tell anyone.

I promised not to say anything even if something happened to him.

And he knew nothing would happen to you?

I'm only under arrest for murder, so...

Where the hell is she?

When was Eliza meant to get in touch?

After my alert email, within 48 hours. It's been 35.

So she's got until tomorrow lunchtime.

She normally answers promptly. Something's up.

- Call her and ask. - No, we won't do that.

They might have taken her phone. What if she's being interrogated when we call?

Whose side are you on? Are we going to sit here twiddling our thumbs?

- You wanted me to help. - Yes, because I thought you had a brain.

Let's try something else. Let's go and check out Miguel's flat.

No, we won't. It's a restricted crime scene.

We've got Europe's best crime-scene scientist here.

We might find a drop of blood or something else of interest.

- I don't know... - We'd still be cavemen if we took no risks.

- Some people still are. - Listen...

Let's do as Xenia says. We'll wait until tomorrow lunch and...

Then I'll call it all off. I'll call Morales and ask for help.

- Leave Miguel's cave alone! - Sure.

I'm going into my room, where I'll be twiddling my thumbs.

Hey, thanks for your support.

Yeah, really.

But...

- Are we really allowed to do this? - Absolutely not.

- Hurry up, before someone sees us. - Please, please, please...

Shit. They've sealed it off.

- Hey, what on earth are you doing? - What about yourself?

Xenia was very clear, wasn't she? We can't go in there.

- Let me have a look. Ah! - Could you get past it?

It's a simple wire. You just cut it and solder it back together.

- So, what's the problem? - I need a soldering iron or a gas torch.

I've got one of those spray things for making crème brûlée.

- I won't do it. - No...

What would Xenia say?

Here.

Don't touch anything, okay?

It's so awful, all this.

He was so young.

- Tussan. - Sorry, sorry.

If there are any bloodstains, they've got to be very small.

- Have you found something? - No. Coffee stain.

I'll check in here.

Are you coming?

- What is it? - Look.

He looks shady.

Come on!

He's going into the murder flat. Take a picture!

Look at this. I've found something.

Quickly!

Tussan?

Yes?

- "En las manos de Dios." - In God's hands.

- Did you know he was religious? - Christ, I hardly knew him.

Check this out. Miguel's shoes.

Covered in some reddish soil.

Watch my shirt!

- He must have been in a muddy field. - Maybe we should...

- What are you doing? - I'm so clumsy.

- I'm like an elephant in... - An elephant shop?

Come on, you two. Behave yourselves.

Yes, let's behave.

- Behave yourself, Tussan. - You too, Bäckström.

What the...

This is a receipt from Club Shaman... Shamone, from last Thursday.

The day before he was murdered. Let's get that.

- Are you getting restless? - I want to go.

- Shall we go? - Yes.

- You're completely soaked. - Is Bäckström here?

Of course, he's just wearing his invisibility raincoat.

Give me your jacket.

- How is it going? - Fine.

- Greetings Toivis! - Detective!

- Huh? - Are you coming in?

- We're on our way home. - You should be here by now.

That flight was fully booked, but we're just about to sit down on the plane.

- Business class, but that's okay, right? - Bäckström, if you're lying to me...

No, I swear.

Toivonen, I have to go. The flight attendant is waving. Cheerio!

This really mysterious man was trying to enter Miguel's apartment.

- Did he see you? - No. I took a picture, but it's rubbish.

- I could sketch a facial composite. - Do that! Go for it.

- Do it! Don't hang around. - Bye-bye!

If Eliza doesn't reply now, I'll have to call Morales.

Hey...

- Do you think Clara killed Miguel? - No.

There's one thing only that I'm good at, and that's reading people.

X-ray view straight into their soul.

So, what do you have to say about me?

Well... Mummy issues, daddy issues and love issues.

But you're good at your job. Trust in yourself and the rest will sort itself out.

- Come in! - Thanks.

Wallis, call Toivonen and tell him you want me to stay here.

We've had a breakthrough, Niemi and I. Soil from Miguel's shoes.

Morales won't notice anything, Niemi fixed the seal.

- It was really stupid... - I will definitely call Toivonen...

...and ask him to send you people home. You're insane.

Unfortunately, we found no traces of blood...

But you found some soil. Isn't that amazing!

- And a receipt. - Club Shamone.

Shamone?

Clara and Miguel staked out that place, but they let it go.

- But Miguel didn't. - The day before he died.

- What was he doing there? - Excuse me.

Great, call Toivonen and tell him you stopped me at the airport.

- Wait a minute. Are you serious? - Time is up.

- She only had until lunch, didn't she? - Then let's make it a long lunch.

These people eat tapas for hours and then take a siesta.

- I've got to follow protocol. - Clara and Miguel worked for months.

And now you're just giving up.

Xenia...

The computer! Look!

- "MyFairLady93"? - Eliza! She's alive.

You should say something to Morales.

Miguel is dead - murdered. Your cover might be blown.

"Iris is at the optician's. Driving her home now, then free."

So Iris is back in town.

They know who I am, so I can't show myself. But I need to talk to Eliza.

- And you can't call her? - Not on her phone.

You two need to meet up with her and give her one of your phones.

- Sure. Ankan and I will fix it. - When and where?

The small square. ASAP!

I'm so sorry!

Thanks.

- It'll be nice to go home. - No, that'll have to wait.

Go back the way we came.

- Back down to the port? - Just do as you're told.

- Is it just us here today? - Well, we're the crème de la crème.

We need more than cream to go after the Tälje Cartel.

You're from there. How long has this mafia been around?

Were they active when you were a kid?

- Are we waiting for someone? - Bäckström.

I've checked, and he's not booked onto any flights today.

- What are we going to do? - Take a long coffee break?

Lovely! Sérieusement, there's activity at the Druvan restaurant.

- I want eyes on them. ASAP. - Yes.

Get going! Drink your coffee in the car.

Leave the cups.

We're here, but there's no sign of Eliza.

No sign of her Jaguar either.

If she dropped Iris off, she'd be there. Something's off.

- Maybe she's just stuck in traffic. - Or she's been dumped in a ditch!

We don't know, so let's not expect the worst.

Hi.

This is Eliza.

- You were in that cookery show, right? - That's right.

"Sweden cooks Italian."

Give me your phone.

- What do you want it for? - Just give it to him.

- Where are you from? - Stockholm.

- What are you doing here? - It's a long story.

We've got plenty of time.

I was out sailing with my boyfriend, but we kept arguing.

When we docked here I let him continue on his own.

I needed money fast so I started driving Uber.

I drove Iris a couple of times, and here we are.

Best driver I've ever had.

Quick, smart and dependable.

- What's this? - What's what?

Were you told to start driving?

No. Sorry.

Now you can start the car.

I need a pharmacy. My inhaler is empty. There's one on the square.

- There's no time, I'm afraid. - You said we had plenty of time.

Here's the Jag.

She's seen us.

There she is, the old bag. Iris Gripensköld.

Eliza's here.

- Okay, that's great! - But she's being watched.

By who?

Shit. It's Karl Mellerud.

Who's he?

One of the 800 celebrity chefs who feel the need to smile on TV.

- We've met on the party circuit. - Why is he here with Iris?

He's not cooking spaghetti, is he?

- She's returning to the car. What now? - I don't know.

Eliza wants us to follow her. Otherwise she wouldn't have come here.

Okay, then go. I'm not going to lose another one.

Roger that.

Okay, are you with us?

For ten points – where are we going?

Very odd.

- The road ends in one kilometre. - It could be a set-up.

It looks like a hangar.

Listen, if you see a turning on your left, take it.

A deserted hangar - the perfect place for shooting and dumping a cop.

Come on...

What's happening?

Take it easy.

Don't worry.

Just go in there.

Eliza's walking towards the hangar. Bäckström too, it seems.

- Bäckström, what are you doing? - I'm twiddling my thumbs.

- I don't see her now. - Bäckström, can you get a view?

I'll try.

Shall I put it down here?

- I'll try to get in through this backdoor. - No, wait!

If he goes in, he might expose everything. Eliza, the operation...

Bäckström, stand by! Do not go in.

- I'm going in. - Wait, she's coming back.

Oh, God...

I'll have a look inside.

- Don't! - Bäckström!

Go back to the car! Right now!

Did you give him the bag?

Did you see what was in it?

- You didn't look? - I didn't need to.

It's full of cash to be laundered with that receipt.

Iris is right, you're smart. Just don't get too smart.

Christ almighty!

So, this is Eliza.

Her real name is Jennifer.

- Here I'm only Eliza. - You've done some incredible work.

Especially considering what happened to Miguel.

- Do we know who did it? - Clara, if you ask the Spanish police.

- No way. - She says Miguel was troubled.

We have nothing to go on. What do you think? You've met Clara.

- Did she have anything new to add? - No, nothing tangible.

We were worried you'd been exposed when you didn't make contact.

I couldn't make contact. I was stuck with Iris in Ibiza.

- What was she doing there? - Örn avoids the usual routes.

The cocaine is transported from Colombia to Mallorca by sailboat.

Then on to Sweden via unknown means.

- The helicopters? - That's one theory.

The product is sold in Mellerud's restaurants and the money's sent to Ibiza.

Where Iris picks it up.

Part of the money pays for new cocaine, and some is laundered on the island.

Xenia and I were so worried. We thought they'd shoot you in there.

- They'd have found an easier way than that. - They stress-tested you.

You passed the test with flying colours.

Thanks.

Iris wants to have lunch with me tomorrow. That's a first.

- You're being promoted. - It's what we've been waiting for.

Does this receipt mean anything to you? Shamone.

It's Costa's club. Miguel's cousin.

What? What cousin?

- He didn't tell you? - No... When?

After Clara and Miguel stopped their stake-out.

I was on my way there to get a beer when I saw him arguing with the owner.

- I need the money now, not in 50 years. - But we're family!

Oh, yeah? Then show it!

- What was that about? - We're cousins.

It's a family thing - nothing to do with us.

- You've got to report it to Wall. - She already knows about it.

Do your job.

No, he didn't tell me about that.

Maybe he thought Costa was involved in Örn's dealing.

- And then Costa silenced him. - His own cousin?

- We should stake out Shamone. - "We"?

We only have two officers, one of whom is a TV celebrity.

I know of two that are willing to come. They love stake-outs.

- Have you packed your swimming trunks? - I'm not going swimming.

- Sunscreen? You're so pale-skinned. - I want to be pale.

Wall, if you want more time for Bäckström, forget it.

I'm happy to return him to you, but I want two others in exchange.

Two others? Who?

- I need to pee. - If one of us leaves, something happens.

Great, then something might happen.

- It's Ankan. - Put her on speaker.

- Yes? - How about a change of scenery?

- What kind of scenery? - The Mediterranean. All inclusive.

- And there'll be a bit of work. - Yes. Well, no...

- Toivonen needs us. - Come on...

Hi, Ankan.

- That sounds great. - I'll send you the tickets.

Great! Bye now!

Huh?

We're done here.

I really do need to pee.

You're kidding! It's the piggy I saw in the hangar.

- Good job, Alice! - Thanks!

- Do you think he's Miguel's killer? - Could be.

We have his picture and we know that he's 50 plus. We know he's not married.

He's from Gothenburg and he has lifted a lot of heavy stuff in life.

- How do you know that? - Eilimentary, my dear.

- Elli... What's the word? - Elementary.

It's eilimentary, dear Sally. Sorry, Alice.

We know he's unmarried because he wasn't wearing a ring.

He cursed in a Gothenburg dialect and walked as if he had a herniated disc.

- He is the best in the world. - Cheers!

- Bottoms up! - Cheers!

When are we going to squeeze Iris about Sally?

As soon as we know if Iris and Mellerud are smuggling drugs together with...

- What's his name? - Örn.

Then we can give the old bag a grilling. Sorry. The countess.

Time to replenish the stores.

Una more! One more!

I think it's time for us to go home.

- And the same applies to you. - Relax and enjoy life a little.

Send the kids home while we get another one.

I promised Xenia to help with her internet connection.

- I know the kind of connection you'd like. - That's enough.

- Let's go. Come on. - A tip...

- Ask her out for a drink first. - What? Do you think she'd like that?

Certainly not. You're not in the same league.

Once you get that, you'll stop running around like a horny hen.

- Goodnight. - Nighty-nighty.

Perfect!

Thank you. Muchas gracias, señor.

This is the magic juice.

Never mind. He doesn't understand a word.

As we say in Sweden - down the drain!

For crying out loud, Sally, stop staring at me like that.

I'm trying, you know. But your cousin Iris won't talk to me.

I'm grasping at straws here.

Evert, listen to me...

No, I'm too tired! I need to go home and sleep.

Detective? Hello?

Bäckström? Have you slept here?

Yeah, my room was too hot.

- Then why are you fully dressed? - It got a bit chilly out here.

We want to show you a video that we've filmed.

- Now? - It's really important. Please?

I need my glasses.

Let's see then.

- Is that, what's her name...? - Tussan.

Huh?

- Hey. - Hello.

- Did you get cozy last night? - I...

- I didn't even ask. - You didn't ask?

- Want me to ask? - Like hell you will.

- If you won't, I will. - Stop it. No...!

Hi. What's cooking?

Eliza is on her way to her lunch date with Iris.

Look, I just wanted to ask if...

Tonight, would you maybe like to go out for...

...for a drink?

Or perhaps an ice cream?

- Ice cream...? - An ice cream or a drink?

- Ice cream? - Ice cream.

- You and me? - Yes, you and me.

And the kids, of course.

- So... - Right.

Sure. Why not?

- There you are. - Look who it is. Tervetuloa.

- We're going home. - Home?

- Where's his room? - Over there.

If this is your room, this must be your bag.

Your Finnish blood must've boiled over. What the hell are you doing?

- If you won't pack, I'll do it. - You're not packing a goddamn thing.

I'm not going anywhere. Stop it, that's my stuff.

Give it here! Bloody hell!

What the hell?

- I'll pack them anyway. - Bloody lunatic...

- That's done now. - Give me my bag!

Let go! That's it.

- That's done! - Bloody lunatic!

- See you. We're fine now. - The hell we are!

No, no, no...

- Don't you touch my bag! - Bäckström, please!

- Don't touch my bag! - Bäckström...

Stop it! Stop it!

- Stop it! - Shit, my back...

We've stopped.

Just stop.

Oh, Christ...

Sit there.

Let's go.

Where's my bag?

Where's my bag?

Look who's here! Hola, hola!

Welcome to Sweet Eden, my hotel paradise.

- Great to see you! - I'm so happy to be here.

- And do some staking out in the sun. - Speaking of the sun...

- Sweetie, you can't go round... - What are you doing?

- You'll get burned. Let me be your mum. - I'm not seven years old.

I guess most of our work here is done after sunset.

- You've got to have some tourist time. - Yes, of course!

It's not a holiday. We're investigating a man who may have killed our colleague.

So maybe you should get started on fixing the rooms.

You've got to relax and unwind a bit while you're here.

God, yes. I want to try some crema catalana.

I don't remember ice cream tasting like this when I was a kid.

What used to be your favourite flavour?

Vanilla, I think.

Let's go over there.

I...

I had vanilla.

It's been a while since I last discussed different kinds of ice cream.

That's the nice thing about hanging out with kids.

You kind of deal with the important issues in life.

I never really had time for kids.

Though I have my police officers.

It's beautiful.

- It's almost a bit romantic. - Yes!

Eliza's had her meeting with Iris. A new shipment from Colombia is on its way.

- So...where did the kids go? - Hey you, get back here!

What the fish?

Oh! Look at that... Hello there.

- May I come in? - Of course.

Here I am, all by myself, trying to cool off in this awful heat.

A cooling dip in the pool, maybe?

No! I'm never going in that pool again.

Not after Miguel was floating around in it a few hours ago.

- And did you lose your swimsuit? - Where did you get that?

Is this what the elephant in the elephant shop was looking for yesterday?

- Eh? - Yes. We...

We we're kind of in a relationship, Miguel and I.

- "Kind of"? - Well, we...

We were in a relationship, you could say. Yes, we were.

- Maybe you should have told me that. - I was going to.

But Ankan would've been angry with me for choosing the wrong men.

- What was wrong with Miguel? - I was...

I was a few years altogether too old for him.

- Maybe he didn't like your swimsuit. - It's not a swimsuit.

- Then what is it? - I'll show you.

Have some sangria and then you'll get a little surprise.

- What's our cover story? - What do you mean?

- We're just some Swedes on holiday. - That's it.

We need aliases and back stories.

No, we are ourselves, but not police officers.

You are Kristian Olsson from Skärmarbrink, like always.

Okay.

- That's him over there, Costa. - Don't stare.

I won't be doing Olsson from Skärmarbrink.

I'll do an Olsson with a little extra.

More outgoing, high society.

- That sounds highly improbable. - What?

- But very cool. - That's right.

Would you mind keeping an eye out for someone called Dolores?

- Who's that? - The name turned up in the investigation.

- Let's dance and search for Dolores. - Absolutely not.

- We have to blend in, Ankan. - I blend in at the bar.

- I'll blend in with you. - I can't dance with you.

- We've got to blend in. Come on! - Just find Dolores.

Promise me you won't laugh.

- Why would I laugh? You look really hot! - May I have this dance?

I don't know the steps. Couldn't you just dance for me?

Who taught you that dance?

Miguel said...

...that I must've been Spanish...

...in a past life.

He called me Dolores.

Dolores?

What can I get you, gorgeous?

- You're actually quite an attractive man. - Is that so?

- Compared to who? - Anyone!

Where are we going?

- Where are we going? - Who knows? Who knows?

- Dolores...! - Watch out!

"En las manos de Dios."