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- Dolores. - Who is Dolores?

- I don't get it. - You will, if something happens to me.

- The cargo arrives at six on Saturday. - Morning or evening?

Here's to life,

love,

and death!

- Tussan, we need to talk. - Darling?

Listen... It's over, okay?

- Stop joking. Give me a kiss. - I'm not joking.

You must know you can't break up with me.

- And yet that's what I'm doing. - No one leaves me!

- Come back, or else... - Or else...?

No, I thought as much.

Nice swing, but what's the motive?

I don't know. She said he was going to break up.

Please, I wouldn't kill a man simply because he was leaving me.

And besides, you don't putt with a 7-iron.

Dad beat her up, so she is no stranger to violence.

But why would she start using violence?

Exactly, Ankan! Listen to Bäckström.

If someone hurt her deeply.

You must get that I can't be with a woman who'll soon look like a shrivelled raisin?

Whoops! I believe that hit a raw nerve?

No, you're way off.

My wrinkles... He was turned on by my life experience.

That's right!

- She hated when people trashed her golf. - Exactly.

So she beat him to death because he criticised her swing?

No, but maybe her dream, the golf project.

Or he found something that could stop the development.

Some archaeological find, a skull in some ancient tomb...

- Why would I care? - Because you're a cop.

Maybe a cold case that would stop the development.

He's ruining your dream. You ask him to drop the cold case.

But he refuses, you flip, and bam! There it is.

Imagination is great, Ankan, if it doesn't run away with you.

But you might have a point there.

What do you mean?

Maybe that's your skull.

- ¡Hola! - ¡Hola!

Fucking Madrid bastards!

Vale. Okay.

I'd like to talk to one of your prisoners: Clara Nord.

I'm sorry, Father, but you'll have to wait until visiting hours.

When is that?

Can you cover for me?

Father, how can I help you?

- Hold the lift. Fourth floor. - Fourth... Oh, shit!

Nice one.

Olivia?

Olivia!

Ooh, full speed ahead. She just walked off. Did she go to bed?

Here she is.

Dare we follow? It's like she's sleepwalking.

Calm down - she's going to show us something.

This is where the rest of the intelligence pool is mouldering.

Oh, she wants a little bribe. Not to be forgotten when you're in southern climes.

Sure, take all of it...

This lady isn't shy.

What is that saying? It takes one to know one.

Don't think I've ever heard that one.

Tell me what our euro got us.

Let's see...

The olive grove where the golf course is to be built

belonged to a family that claimed, after the sale, that the purchase was invalid.

But the court ruled against the family, who has since appealed.

So we've spent half a day on some bureaucratic manoeuvring?

I think we deserve a cerveza.

Wait a minute. The person who signed the appeal

is named María Teresa Romero.

Hang on. And?

The person who submitted the original appeal was...

Miguel Romero. So Miguel tried to stop Mummy's golf course.

No wonder Mum went crazy when she found out.

Yes, and then she clocked him with her 7-iron.

Maybe it's time you talked to Mummy?

Prof. Higgins: Need to know where the boat is docking, ASAP!

MyFairLady93: I'm trying to find out.

It's impossible. I can't have you in my salons.

- Why not? - You don't belong...

- Are you here? - You told me to come in today.

Yes, in a few hours.

- So it's still six o'clock? - Yes.

Should I take a look at the place of the delivery?

- Not necessary. - Wouldn't it be smart to check it out?

I've got people on site who'll do that. I don't get what you...?

Okay, you don't have to.

You could stay here. Saves you having to go back and forth.

- During siesta you're supposed to rest. - Fetch a glass and sit down with us.

- Wall. - Wall, it's Clara. Listen.

- Miguel gave us a code. - A code?

A code in two steps. He told me to remember the name Dolores.

- Oh? Why? - I've promised not to tell anyone.

But I just had a visit from his confessor.

He said that Miguel told him the same.

- Dolores? - No.

- Port de la Luna. - Port de la Luna?

- That's a harbour. - Exactly.

- So, Dolores has to be... - A boat.

Miguel found out about Örn's deliveries and wanted us to know,

in case something happened to him. Clara, I am so grateful.

Thank Miguel. He's briefing us from the other side.

- Okay. Be careful, and look after yourself. - Just get me out of here.

So, mother and daughter are having a lovely shopping afternoon.

- Keep your cool, Ankan. - Yes. Speak later.

I can't believe my daughter wants my advice. I have to pinch myself.

- Hi! - Speak of the devil...

- Are you having a boozy lunch? - No, we've been talking golf courses.

- You're not coming, then? - No. Hope you find something nice.

- Is everything okay with the golf course? - Everything is fine.

Gracias, señor.

- You have to eat and drink. - And sleep, breathe, love and live.

Because otherwise you die.

It looks really delicious.

A bit too delicious.

There are some even nicer things upstairs.

- I've dreamt of doing this with you. - Me too.

- We never could when you were little. - You were always playing golf.

I know. You had to get away from Dad.

If it hadn't been for my golf, god knows what would've happened.

- Look at this! Gorgeous! - Yes...

- This is your style, isn't it? - No, but it could be.

- You have to leave your comfort zone. - Hey...

Take this one instead. It's more your style.

- I'll take that. - Black with a bit of colour.

Oh, Ankan, I could buy everything in this shop.

Mum... I heard that the people you bought the olive grove from...

- That they're related to Miguel. - What do you mean?

Well, you must have known that.

- No. - But...

- He must have told you. - No.

No? That's odd.

Because he was involved in the appeal against the golf course.

And Niemi's soil tests show that he was killed in the olive grove.

It's all a bit unnerving, isn't it?

What do you think of this one?

Mum?

- Are you wearing an old rug? - Shut up and drive. Follow her.

- When I spoke, she panicked and left. - Just as we suspected.

So, my own mother is a murderer.

Well...that remains to be seen.

- Who's that? - Follow us.

Is it Örn?

She's going to the olive grove.

- Why go there? - Perhaps to cover her tracks.

- Such as? - Something she hadn't thought of.

She's thought of everything else, and she's framed Clara.

She's always said: "Clara is so lovely. She's like the daughter I never had."

She's like all narcissists, able to lie about anything.

The only thing that matters to her is herself.

I think you're pretty important too.

- Even if she has trouble showing it. - I'm not so sure.

Leave.

Shut up!

Hello there.

- What's this? Who are you? - Take it easy, okay?

We won't hurt you.

The priest, on the other hand, will bite the dust.

What are you going to do?

Nothing. If you tell me what you know.

About what?

- Come on, girl. - I don't understand.

No, no...

Don't listen to the Lord's words, but to mine.

I'll count to ten, and then I'll shoot.

One...

...two...

...four... Yes, I skipped three!

...five...

...six...

Come on, girl.

...seven...

...eight...

...nine...ten...

No, leave him alone! I'll tell you everything.

- Just let him go. - Good girl.

She's not going to the golf course.

Where the hell, then?

Where did she go? Up here?

- Who is she talking to? - No idea. We'll have to ask.

Hang on...

Hello!

¡Hola, señora! - What are you doing here?

- What are you doing here? - We're invited to coffee.

Have you followed me?

You disappeared like a pay cheque.

I needed to talk to her.

- Who is she? - Grandma Romero.

- She owned the olive grove. - Miguel's grandmother?

Yes, but I didn't know she was until you told me.

I needed to talk to her. I didn't know.

How's your new 7-iron?

Is it working well? Smack, smack...

- What are you talking about? - Was your old club too bloody?

- Are you suspecting me? - What makes you think so?

- You're acting as if I've killed someone. - Have you?

Are you completely...?

Miguel was beaten to death with one of your golf clubs. A 7-iron.

- My golf club... - That you hid in Clara's closet.

You've been in and out of that flat since the murder.

I saw you pick up the car keys from there.

Because I didn't...

I didn't want anyone to know that he'd borrowed my car.

- The car in which you moved his body? - This is insane.

- What are you doing to me? - We've got enough to have you arrested.

- Do you prefer the Spanish police? - Those guys are proper nut cases.

We... We had just had sex when you showed up.

He must have taken the car keys when he left.

- What happened next? - He just left.

We argued a bit before he...

- What was the argument about? - The golf course.

I didn't know that his family owned the land.

He was talking about us Swedes taking over, and...

I guess he was right about that.

- What happened after that? - He wanted me to retract the contract.

But I refused, and then...

- That was the last time I saw him. - And then you killed him?

What is this? Would I do something like that, Ankan? You're crazy.

He was my Migge. How could I kill him?

- And you were his Dolores, weren't you? - So what?

Dolores.

Dolores, sí.

Do you know what he said to Clara right before he died?

- No, how would I know? - "If something happens to me...

"...don't forget Dolores."

- He couldn't possibly have meant me. - Who else?

- Please... - Hey!

This is Dolores.

Dolores is a bloody boat.

Miguel named the boat

after his favourite patron saint.

- La Madre de los Dolores. - It was Miguel's boat.

Ask the lady where the boat is now.

- Where is the boat? - In Port de la Luna.

- Port de la Luna. - Gracias, señora.

When does the boat arrive? We're on our way.

Take up your positions, please. Let's go!

First, let's welcome our Spanish troika back to the motherland.

But, now...

About Örn and the Tälje Cartel. Where do we stand?

Since it's our turn to bring coffee, we brought shurros.

It's "churros". You said "shurros". It's pronounced "churros".

- You said it wrongly. - I copied you.

- It doesn't matter. - It's pronounced "churros".

- You said it wrong again. - Shut up now!

You also had a theory about Örn smuggling his wine here

from the Bodega Sangre de la tierra.

- Was that right? - Sí.

These restaurants import the wine.

They have one thing in common: Mellerud. He is co-owner or otherwise affiliated.

- Which confirms my theory. - Congratulations, Sherlock.

- Thank you, Watson. - Are you kidding me?

I'm Watson? Your sidekick?

Regarding the Tälje Cartel - another restaurant was blown up last night.

- That brings the total up to seven. - Three in August alone.

None of them belong to Mellerud. Is that a coincidence?

Or are his restaurants spared, because...

Örn and Mellerud are in cahoots with the cartel.

Yes, that's exactly what I...

- Good thinking. - Thanks.

Maybe we should call you Sherlock, but with an "s".

I'm with "z", to avoid confusion.

Sherlock.

- Zerlock. - Fine.

How do we know the cartel is behind this?

- Because of Conny Stångberg. - His name was Radić when I knew him.

Before he became a lawyer.

I took that pic, outside the Druvan restaurant.

As soon as they blow up a rival restaurant, Stångberg appears like a hyena.

- He buys the restaurant for the cartel. - They're trying to kill off the competition.

We have to follow the hyena like vultures.

When and why does he meet with the cartel?

- All right. - Get him!

- Stångberg is entering... - The Swan nursing home.

Follow him, like vultures!

It doesn't look like a place for a meeting with the Tälje Cartel.

That's why it's the perfect place for a meeting with the Tälje Cartel.

- Smart, Sherlock. - Thanks, Zerlock.

I'll check upstairs.

- Give me the keys! - I can drive my own car!

- You must see I couldn't let you. - Where would I go?

- I don't know. - Let her.

- We need to get to the harbour. - Not until I know for sure.

- Do you still think I'm the killer? - I don't know.

While we were shopping and having fun, were you suspecting me of murder?

- You think you're the world's nicest. - No, I don't!

But I'm not a cold-blooded killer!

No, but you're a cold-blooded egotist!

- After everything I've done for you? - Hey!

Could we postpone the psycho babble? We've got to go.

- All you did was abandon me. - I never abandoned you.

- What about your golf every weekend? - Is that why you're yelling at me?

Because I played a bit of golf?

I needed it - to get away for a moment from your goddamn father!

Who you left me alone with!

- No mother does that! - On Sundays.

- For a few hours while he slept it off. - I was sure he'd kill me.

I'd never have left you if I'd thought he'd hurt you.

How could I have known? It was all I could think of!

The way he beat you, what else would I be thinking of?

I locked myself in my room and listened for his hungover steps.

While you were practising your golf swing.

How do you think I felt? No child wants that!

Of course you'd sacrifice Miguel when you'd sacrificed your daughter.

- The range. - What's that?

I was hitting balls on the driving range to let off steam.

And to dream of something else...

Say what you will about me.

I'll take full responsibility, but I did not kill Miguel.

I could do with some valid evidence in this murder case.

We might find that at the harbour, so let's get going.

You two can talk another day. Come on, get in.

Let's go to the harbour so you can get your evidence.

- You've got to believe me. - Let's go.

It's not every day your own daughter accuses you of murder.

Oh, darling...

- You've still got the price tag on. - Oops.

- Are you going to return it? - This?

- No, I don't think so. - No?

- I like it. - You do?

Right.

Great taste.

It looks like our man went up in smoke.

Lots of hotties.

I'm on the wrong floor.

Hi.

- Do you need some help? Can I help you? - That'd be great.

- Which one...? - "Fishing & Hunting".

Thanks.

Is it fish, bird or something in between that you like hunting?

- That I like hunting...? - There you are!

- Who are you? - Be nice to my life saver.

Big brothers... Always being overprotective.

Maybe to protect you from another accident.

- Or maybe it wasn't an accident? - Why does that matter?

- Who are you? - It was an accident.

- I bumped into the wrong guy. - Oh, who?

- Lisa... - The opposite of you.

- Let's go and fix the Wi-Fi. - Let go! I can manage!

We're still talking.

- Do you work here? - No.

It feels like it. I come here a lot to visit my mother.

Maybe we'll meet again.

- I'm Lisa. - Adam.

Are you a complete idiot, or what?

You can't let just anyone in! He might be working for Orel!

I hope so. Then I'll strangle and cut up the bastard

and send him to Orel, piece by piece. That fucking coward!

- I get that. - I just want to get laid. Win-win.

Tomorrow, all this will be over. We'll party and tear the whole town down.

Then you can fuck however you want, with whoever you want.

But right now you have to lie low.

Something's happening.

What the hell...

- Maybe it's over there. - What the hell are you doing here?

- We're looking for a boat. - Where did she come from?

Wrong boat, wrong harbour. Okay.

- We're leaving! - What boat?

A boat. There's lots of them here. That's a boat, that's a boat...

We're looking for a boat called "Dolores".

Miguel wouldn't give Clara the name of a harbour and a boat if it wasn't here.

Okay, there goes our help... Shit.

- Señor! - We have to find that boat, Xenia.

Sí, "Dolores".

Where is "Dolores"?

Gracias! Let's go there.

- Clara is calling from jail. - I had to reveal the boat.

He threatened to kill someone if I didn't tell him, so I had no choice.

- Who did? - I've never seen him before.

- He had a Gothenburg accent. - We've got to get there first!

For Clara My partner in crime

I'll have that, thank you.

What the hell...?

He must be disappointed, the Gothenburg fucker.

Now we know what he was looking for.

- Have you found anything on Lisa? - Elisabeth Radić, sister of Stångberg.

She was shot in the back two years ago.

- While hunting? - A suspected shooting.

- Who shot her? - She claims she doesn't remember.

- No witnesses, no suspect. - Too scared?

- Got caught in a gang shootout. - She didn't seem scared at all.

You don't have to be scared to keep quiet. Just smart.

- "Hate coincidence" is a Bäckström rule. - What do you mean?

A gangster's sister doesn't get shot by accident.

Let's keep an eye on him tomorrow as well.

- You're not doing an all-nighter? - No, we're too old.

- Niemi, interested in a bit of overtime? - Yes. Sure.

Give me the car keys, Sherlock. Go home and get some sleep.

- Great. Tjo-huilu! - That's "cheerio", in Finnish.

- Sholulu... - Tjo-hulu...

Well...

Maybe Iris is right about you being worth investing in.

Let's see what the boss has to say.

Would it be possible to say hi to the renowned Örn?

Thank him for this opportunity.

I'll convey the message.

I'm glad you could meet me.

That sounds like Iris Gripensköld.

- And no one knows you're here? - No, who would know?

- Who is she? - I know her. And...

...so do you.

It's Beatrice, my partner.

The same amount, the same deal as when we laundered the last cargo...

- ...in that woman Tossan's golf club. - Tussan.

So Albert Örn has, through Iris, placed drug money in your golf course.

I can't believe it...

Miguel was going to stop the construction using this recording,

until someone stopped him.

Beatrice!

Beatrice.

I found the hiding place, but someone got there before me.

What is he doing here?

- You can't bring him here, you idiot! - What was I supposed to do with him?