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Where's all the money?

The police are here. You said three minutes! They're almost in!

This is what you look like when you realise you're totally fucked.

And you wonder, why would I do something so idiotic?

Well, because you were trying to be smart.

But deep inside, you know you're actually not that smart.

But hey, I've gotten this far.

So, in some ways, I'm a goddamn legend.

To tell this story right, I have to start at the beginning.

The day I found 90 million kronor and was finally considered Swedish.

A fucking Suedi.

My name is Mahmod Aziz. I was born and raised in Sollentuna.

Malmvägen!

My parents were law students who fought for democracy,

forced to flee from Kurdistan to Sweden.

In Sweden, Mum worked in a factory, Dad worked in waste management.

I have a sister who works as a dental hygienist at Sollentuna Centre.

Hey, I've got respect for her for brushing people's teeth.

She's married to a guy whose parents are from Chile.

He's always talking about human rights and stuff.

And he's always wearing proper Swedish socks.

Multicoloured, you know.

In the hood, socks are either black or white.

Why bother with stripes or multicoloured? Anyway...

Even though my dad constantly nagged me about being a doctor or a lawyer,

I became nothing.

I don't want to blame others, but we were isolated from society. I swear.

Outsiders, you know.

Like when we went to town and felt like visiting aliens.

-Why are you here today? -Money.

-Why are you here today? -Money!

-Why are you here today? -Money!

I got a job at a call centre.

I used to change my name from Mahmod to a more Swedish name

like Pontus, Anders or Johan so I could sell more.

And it worked. I sold the most.

On the phone, I could be someone else.

But outside the office, I was always an outsider.

Members only. And you have the wrong shoes.

It's Gucci, man.

Can you stand to the side so I can let people through?

Welcome!

Though we were born in Sweden,

and had drunk more Swedish milk than a Swedish calf,

we'd never been seen as Swedish,

or, for that matter, gotten to feel Swedish.

We were like second-class citizens.

But we wanted to come into the warmth.

Henke Larsson.

Children, after the match, we'll eat.

And Mahmod, if you stay in the room, that would be great.

Yeah!

Why are you celebrating? You're not Swedish.

Ever since, I've had one single goal in life.

To not feel different. To be accepted and seen as a regular Swede.

One day, I was out running with Fat Bashir and Amir.

We thought, what do Swedes do? They run.

-Hi! -But they didn't acknowledge us.

Like usual.

They don't even look at us.

They didn't hear us.

That wasn't the craziest part of that day.

What happened in the forest was a miracle.

It was like someone looked down and said:

Bro, this is going to be good.

I swear.

91.245 million blessings.

We laid low for three months

checking the news to see if anyone was missing the money.

There was nothing.

Hey, if you'd found 90 million kronor, what would you have done?

Bro, we knew exactly what we'd do with it.

Fat Bashir went to Las Vegas and married a stripper called Charmonell

or Hormonell or something.

He accidentally bet his 30 million on number two in roulette and won.

30 times the money, so the hotel offered him part ownership.

Amir, like all other thumb-ring dudes with tattoos, went to Thailand.

With 30 million, he could buy an island.

He said he never wanted to come back to Sweden.

He said we'd never be accepted as Swedes.

I told him he was wrong.

To be seen as Swedish, we needed cash.

Which we had now. I got blue contacts, a new hairstyle,

and I rented a house on Lidingö, and bought a Volvo, of course.

And I changed my name from Mahmod Aziz to Sebastian von Steinberg.

If you're getting a new name, why not become a nobleman?

Like a count.

I told my neighbours I'd inherited the money from my wealthy parents.

My dark hair? I said I had an Italian great-grandmother.

Everyone loves pasta!

And to my real parents, who were alive and still in Sollentuna,

I said I worked on an oil rig outside Iceland.

I couldn't really save the money in a bank.

So, just like Pablo Escobar, I hid all my cash in various places.

If you know, you know.

I hired a spot in an office hotel and started a consulting firm

so it would look like I had a job.

Consulting sounded good. It's a broad area.

I paid several k for a speech therapist,

and got rid of my so-called "Rinkeby Swedish."

Goddammit!

I understand.

I took a course in Swedish table manners, walking style,

and even embroidery.

And listen to this.

I started wearing patterned socks.

Bro, I sat like a Suedi.

I sighed like a Suedi, I ate like a Suedi, I walked like a Suedi.

Man, I started thinking like a Suedi.

-Excuse me, I'm in labour. -We actually queue in Sweden.

Unbelievable.

And now, when I finally got into the club, I met her.

The woman who would make me the happiest person in the world.

Her.

She made me whole, brother.

We were so alike, yet so different.

If she were a guy, she'd have been exactly like me.

-Fuck it, you know what I mean. -Hi! Isabelle.

Sebastian.

And now we've been together for three years and we're still in love.

She's totally wonderful. She's got a saliva phobia,

so we don't French kiss very often, but that's fine.

She's an animal elsewhere. You know what I mean.

A lady on the street, a freak between the sheets.

Okay, some nights she's a different person.

Role play, you know?

Yeah! Yeah!

I'd never felt like this for any girl.

-Oh, damn. -I'd die for her.

Isabelle Eliasson. Congratulations, Isabelle.

She doesn't just make me laugh.

She's assistant prosecutor and maybe soon chamber fucking prosecutor.

That's what I'm talking about!

Come on, babe! You can do it!

My psych says break your habits, lose the worry!

I did it!

Great! I knew you would!

-You did it! -Ow!

Honey?

I had the whole package, brother.

Volvo, house, dog.

Okay, no dog. I never liked dogs or cats.

I don't think people from the hood really like them.

Because they're afraid of them. As Bashir says, fucking dogs.

Everything was how I'd dreamed when I was little.

And I felt a sense of belonging.

I felt like Roy Fares pastries, and everyone loves Roy Fares pastries.

Even Jimmie Åkesson loves his pastries.

-Um... Sebastian? -Mm.

-Um... -What is it?

It's a leap year.

Sebastian von Steinberg...

Will you marry me?

Yeah, bro. It happened.

Apparently, in Sweden, women can propose on leap years.

But bro, in the hood, it's never okay for your girl to go down on one knee.

You can take me outta the hood, but you can't take the hood outta me.

But... I was a Sebastian now.

Yes! Of course. I mean...

Thank you. Wow.

What a surprise...

-Congratulations! -Thanks.

-I'll post the photo on Instagram. -Which photo?

The photo the waitress took. Your expression is priceless.

Look inside the ring.

Okay.

Sebastian Eliasson?

You know the feeling when you zone out and see your life from above?

Like, from a drone? That's how I felt.

In that millisecond.

First, she goes down on one knee, now she wants me to take her last name.

Like, what the fuck?

I know, we've only talked vaguely about it, but...

Sebastian Eliasson, it sounds magical.

I know, but I think von Steinberg sounds a bit magical too.

Let me think about it, okay?

Usually the woman takes the man's last name.

Why would the woman take the man's last name? I don't understand.

Because it's always been that way. I think that tradition is nice.

-And the man has a responsibility. -Oh.

The stone age called. It wants its values back.

Have you been watching a bit too much Handmaid's Tale lately?

Blessed be the fruit, under his eye.

We can make up our own last name. Look at Ola and Noomi Rapacé.

-Rapace. -Rapace? Are you sure?

I heard it was meant to be artistic and French, like Rapacé.

You know what? Of course I'll take your last name.

Of course the man can take the woman's last name, right?

You're lovely. 30 likes in under 30 seconds. Unbelievable.

People love photos of us, we should take more... I'll take more of us.

-Absolutely. -Ghettofab comments,

with a crying/laughing emoji,

"What a Suedi, letting his girl propose,

he looks like Mahmod from Sollentuna."

#pussywhipped... Mahmod?

-No idea... -Ghettofab has a private account,

and the description, "School of hard knocks."

Though my masculinity had been crushed,

and someone might have recognised me on social media,

this last name thing was the best that could have happened.

The ultimate way to be seen as Swedish.

Man and wife Eliasson. Even proposed to. The best.

Fuck, I love her so much.

I want to plan the best, most Swedish wedding.

It would be in our function hall on Lidingö,

really Swedish, with a linoleum floor and wooden wall panels.

I love that stuff.

So I ordered half a million red roses to cover the walls with.

And booked Sarah Dawn Finer to sing.

Like she sang for the Crown Princess, she should sing for my princess.

Roy Fares would bake the wedding cake.

And I organised a unicorn.

Isabelle loved unicorns,

so we'd have lots of unicorns welcoming guests at the venue.

It would be the coolest party in Swedish history.

Bigger than the Nobel dinner, not hard to top,

considering how Horace fucked it all up.

You get it.

And cash? That wasn't a problem. Everything for my darling.

Bro, I'd started yoga.

What can I say? You know, like a real, inner-city Suedi.

I tried out that Cobra position, when...

...maybe sitting at home, flipping through

these 500 and 1000 krona bills,

which will soon be invalid.

It's the 30th of September in two weeks.

There's a limit of 10,000 kronor, and if you have more than that,

you have to report where the money is from and preferably have the receipt.

Fuck.

So, if you have bills or coins at home, make sure you exchange them...

How the fuck am I going to launder 30 million kronor

in less than two fucking weeks?

I collected all the money.

A total of fifty thousand 500 bills that would be

invalid in two weeks. But it wasn't just me in trouble.

3.8 billion kronor is missing, according to the reserve bank.

This is the last chance to exchange the bills before they become invalid.

Run.

Sebastian?

There you are! How's the spa going?

So so, actually.

I have to install new pipes. It's a hell of a job, but...

-It'll be good. -Hey?

-It happened today at work. -What did they say?

I got an email from Sandra who sits across from me, that said,

"Anders wants a job interview with you tomorrow."

You'll become a chamber prosecutor.

-What do you think of this? -It's really nice.

I have to make a good impression. Have you called your best man?

-Jocke? -Mm.

Yeah, I saw him and told him. He was so happy.

-I thought he lived in New Zealand? -He did.

But he moved home just recently. You know what? You two have to meet.

I haven't met any of your friends. It's so weird.

I know! It's just that most of them moved abroad, and then...

You don't have many friends as an adult.

You have your family and your sister...

Erika was so happy when I asked if she'd be a bridesmaid.

She's met some new guy she wants to introduce us to.

-They're coming to the dinner. -The dinner?

-Dinner with Mum and Dad. -Right! The dinner!

Hey, why doesn't Joakim come to dinner?

-Yes. -Yes!

-He'll be so happy. -That'll be great.

Can you go get the painting we got from Mum,

-and hang it? It's in the garage. -The garage.

Hey! What are you doing?

We're taking the table and chairs included in the bridal package.

Why?

My boss says you didn't pay the invoice.

No, that must be a misunderstanding. I'll call Susanne.

I'm going or I'll be late to yoga.

Yeah, okay.

She doesn't like saliva. Whatever, this is a misunderstanding.

I'll deal with it. Don't worry, just think positive energy, okay?

Wow! Okay, brother, listen.

I've given you 30 in cash, here's 10, leave the chairs, okay?

-No, talk to my boss. -Bro, listen.

-What are you doing, bro? -No, that's not what I meant.

Get your hand off me.

I just wanted to get rid of this hair here.

Just love. Listen, I'll add 10 for this, if you want.

Leave the chairs, and...

-Be a bro. -Bro?

Yeah, bro.

You're no bro. You're a fucking Suedi, man.

Move and let me do my job.

Yeah, but, I'll go...

-There you go. -Shit, are you for real?

-Hey, Sebastian? Something wrong? -Hey, Yngve!

No, I ordered chairs, and they've sent the wrong ones.

The wrong ones. It's exhausting, this always happens.

You can take them back, guys. Just pack them up.

I just wanted to remind you to pay 100 kronor for the venue.

-And provide your own crockery. -Can I pay you right now?

Sure, I'm the treasurer of the association.

-Here you are. -Okay.

-Yeah, I know, they're invalid soon. -I need a copy of your ID.

-For the venue booking. -Absolutely.

-My ID card. -You borrowed a rake from me.

On the... 10th of June. I'd really like it back.

-Of course! -Good, good.

Otherwise I'll be forced to add a reminder fee.

Of 60 kronor.

Okay.

-I'm sorry, I can't accept cash. -Please, this is my life savings.

You've booked the premium package with extra chefs, eight-course meal,

an almost two-metre-tall cake, and doves.

I know.

Here's the invoice. Pay it with a bank transfer,

you'll get the furniture back.

Please, here's two million, cash.

No, pay the invoice.

You don't have to be nervous.

I read an email that said he liked you.

-What did it say? -It said, like, "I like Isabelle.

She's good."

Go in, now.

-Hi, Isabelle. -Hi!

Take a seat there.

-You've been here for five years. -Mm.

And... why do you think you should be chamber prosecutor?

I have... all the merits necessary. I love new challenges.

We've gotten some new guidelines for this year.

We're going a bit harder on financial crime and money laundering, and...

So I'm curious, what do you think of that, and what can you contribute?

It's music to my ears. I want to work with what I'm passionate about.

I've actually applied for a course in transnational money laundering...

To get a global perspective.

I think it's a huge problem that we need to get on top of.

Excuse me, I'm just a bit thirsty.

Are you okay? Are you feeling...

Just very thirsty.

You're a very inspiring person to listen to and talk with.

And, God, a strong woman, truly. The association...

The association will like that.

We'll be in touch.

So, there are multiple different ways of laundering money.

The most efficient and effective way is of course

to make it seem like the money you're laundering

is coming from a legitimate source like a regular business.

Anything that makes it seem legal is fine.

I have too much energy, so I built the whole damn house myself.

-By yourself? -Yeah.

It's a 300 metre square living area,

this view,

and bulletproof glass in the windows.

-These ones? -Yep.

-I want 25 million for it. -I'll pay cash.

DJ Tiesto did that too, actually, when I rebuilt his house.

Okay.

I don't want to stick my nose where it doesn't belong, but,

I suspect you're in the same business? Are you a DJ?

-Exactly. -Cool!

What's your name, then?

My name?

DJ Mahm... therfucker. So, Motherfucker fucker.

-Heavy. -I play a lot in Ibiza.

-Have you been there? -A lot, actually.

Well, I didn't play there that much.

But whatever, here's 15 million in advance.

You don't have dollars?

Dollars? We live in Sweden, why would I have dollars?

These old bills are invalid soon. I won't be able to exchange them.

-Are you saying no to 15 million? -No, I didn't say that.

Put the money into your account,

and come back and I'll be able to accept it the next day.

You'll be able to sell the fucking place for 35 million, clean as snow.

You follow me?

Fuck. I'll deal with the cash later.

The wedding's in two weeks and I have to get a fake family,

best man, and my own bachelor party.

So I start looking for people on film extra websites.

Like I said, my name is Sebastian von Steinberg,

and you're here because I'm getting married.

I haven't had any close friends, and my family died when I was young.

That's why I'm holding this casting.

I want people who can act as my family and friends

at the wedding and bachelor party.

I don't do full nudity.

-No, no, no. -Maybe some mild bondage, like...

50 Shades of Grey.

-Is it 300 kronor per day? -Yes.

That's what you usually get as extras, right? Or movie tickets.

I just think... since there are lines as well,

-with the wedding and everything. -How much do you want?

I have an ongoing discussion with the theatre union,

and the going rate is 990 kronor per day.

-No problem. -Oh, good.

Yvonne, you get to play my aunt. Okay?

The only family member I have left, and her name is Yvonne von Steinberg.

Von Steinberg? That's Jewish, right? I can play a Jew.

I know a bit of Hebrew.

I really like method acting. I've just done a workshop.

That's not necessary. Just remember that the name is almost noble.

You love your life in Östermalm,

and you like bargain hunting at Schuterman.

-What's that? -An expensive store in Östermalm.

Here's everything you need to know, so read it thoroughly.

-Okay. -But remember, you're from Östermalm.

So your "s" has to sound a bit more like "sh", and not "s". "Sh."

Undershtand. The fish is from Melandersh.

-The fish is from Melandersh. -The 'fissh', not the 'fishh'.

-Melanders, what's that? -It's a restaurant in Östermalm.

-Hey! -Hey, there.

-Abbe. -The picture was of a blond guy.

Ah! I'm standing next to my boyfriend.

I thought it was a nice picture, so that's why I chose it.

Isn't he cute?

Yeah, he's really cute. But, Abbe?

It's short for Abdullah.

Bro, in a Swedish production,

there's only room for one immigrant.

You know how it is. And in this production, it was me.

Abdullah, you'll get a "Thanks, but no thanks," in an email.

-Andreas, right? -Yeah.

You get to play my best man.

Your name is Joakim, but people call you Jocke.

Yep. We went to school together,

and you get to plan the bachelor party.

Yes! Damn! Sorry, it's just so much fun.

I did this for real once for a friend.

I planned the bachelor party.

And it ended with him selling his kidney!

-Why? -Because it was a bet.

And the alternative was being shot in the balls with a paintball gun.

And he was like, "No, no, I'll take the kidney!"

That's what you do at a bachelor party.

The point is to degrade the groom to the point where he...

-almost doesn't want to get married. -I'll plan the bachelor party.

-I'd love to... -No. I don't want you to.

-Okay. -You... I don't recognise...

Sorry, that might be my fault. This is my friend, Arben.

He doesn't talk much, but I thought it could be good to have him around.

Is he deaf, or...?

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

Don't look him in the eye.

He can become a little violent, so avoid that.

But he can be a lot of fun if you get him going.

Okay, anyway! Here's your first payment.

-There you go. -These are invalid in two weeks.

Two whole weeks, you'll have time to spend it.

-I'd like you to Swish it. -I don't have Swish.

Then I'll send an invoice through Freelance Finance.

-I'll do what she's doing. -No problem, you too?

-No, it's fine. This is great. -Awesome.

-Thanks for coming. -You too.

Thanks.

-You're welcome. -Hey, is Tan here?

Tan, they're looking for you! You never work!

Mahmod! Bro! What's up? When are we gonna ball?

What's that?

Have sex, in Danish.

Tan was an old friend from Sollentuna.

He can sort anything.

You don't want to call Tan, but he was my last resort.

-I'm just messing with you, bro. -I want to talk to you.

Hey Carlos, I'm off.

You are so lazy! Go to work!

What's up, bro?

I have old bills I need to exchange for new ones.

It's okay, my friend, walk easy. Everything's cool, relax.

I need your help.

Brother, Mahmod, I swear, you've become a real Suedi.

You're pathetic, but you're still my brother.

-Can you help me? -Do I look like a help line?

Do you think I know everything?

How much?

-One million. -Sh!

Chaos...

Where did you get one million, bro?

I found... I mean I sold a boat.

I might be able to get you one million in Chinese yen.

Yen? What am I supposed to do with Chinese yen?

I'd love to cover you in oil and lick you like a lollipop.

-Tan! -Bro, you're not even my type, man.

So skinny, sad person, small noodle.

Can you help me or not?

You should buy cocaine and sell it.

You could even make a profit.

Elvira! You need people like me!

Tan!

Yeah, bro?

Bro, it's against God's will. But there was a guy here earlier.

He was bragging how he sorts things out.

How he makes deals left and right. I got his number.

-I can send it. -Send it.

-Send it, anything. -No worries, bro.

Firm handshake, me like.

Nice of them to send balsamic vinegar.

-Oh yeah, did you hang the painting? -What painting?

The one Mum gave us.

I forgot, but it's in the garage. Help me put it up quickly.

No, we're not talking about it.

It looks like someone spilled ketchup on it.

Why are you coming in this way?

-I rang the doorbell for ten minutes. -You were meant to come alone.

Why did you bring him?

It wasn't a good day to leave him alone.

So... you don't need to pay for him.

-As long as he's quiet. -Yeah...

Does it look like he's going to talk?

Don't stare.

-Hey there. -Hi, honey.

This is Jocke, who I've talked about, and this is his friend.

Arben. And I'm Jocke.

Wow.

You can call me Jocke.

And a kiss.

She's so lovely. You're so lovely.

Sebastian told me she's good-looking, but not this.

-Well, thank you. -Thank you.

And your name is Arben?

-Don't stare at him. -Okay.

-Come on in. -Wow... what a lovely painting.

Wow, it's got a feeling of sorrow about it.

Goodness me, don't you know the doorbell is broken up there?

How do you plan to greet your guests? Will you do it here?

-I can probably fix the doorbell. -It's not our problem to solve.

Don't worry, I'll fix the doorbell. Hi, Lars.

-Hi, welcome. -Thanks.

-Hi, Mum. -Hi, darling.

Sorry about how we smell, we caught public transport.

Please, Mum.

-Darling. -Hi, Dad.

-Hi. -Oh, how lovely!

-Hi, Birgitta. -The car is still being cleaned.

-Didn't you get a rental? -It was Japanese.

I can't drive those strange cars. It wasn't an option.

It was a Tesla, darling, and it's not Japanese.

-What happened to yours? -You don't know?

A rat got in through the exhaust pipe

and gnawed through the back seat

and attacked Birgitta while she was driving.

It could have ended terribly.

Sorry, the mental image of the rat attacking you, like a Gremlin.

Do you remember Gremlins?

Sorry.

Sebastian's good friends, Joakim and Ruben, are here.

-Arben! -Exactly.

-So, come in! -Welcome.

-Look! It suits the spot. -Yes.

Good day. My name is Birgitta Eliasson.

Good day. My name is Joakim.

-This is Arben. -Hello, Albert.

-Arben. -Hi. My name is Lars.

He's... he speaks Swedish... when he speaks.

-Hey, sis! -Hello!

Do you know your doorbell doesn't work?

-I volunteered to fix the doorbell. -I'll fix it tomorrow.

Otherwise, just say, and I'll fix it. We're family soon.

With emphasis on "soon".

-Everyone, this is Ludvig. -Hey, there! Ludde.

-I just wanted to help. -Hey, Sebbe. Or, Sebastian.

-Call me Sebbe, if you want. -Hey, Birgitta!

-Did you sort out the fish? -Yes, put it on a salt bed, the best.

-Ludde's a consultant too. -I think I recognise you.

We might have met in a work context.

Yes, maybe...

-What area do you work in? -Computers. And you?

Finance.

After college, I worked in the public sector, but I've moved to the private

and enjoy life, so to say.

If you haven't done it, you really must.

You should really invest in a country house outside the city.

-We should invest in something. -We should.

Erica has always been good with money.

-Well! Should we go and eat? -Yeah!

The salad was delicious. What was the dressing?

Um, it was just olive oil and balsamic vinegar.

You should try avocado vinaigrette. It's got a bit of a fuller flavour.

-This was good, though. -Mm.

Where are you from originally, Sebastian?

Sweden.

-Sorry. Where are your parents from? -Sweden.

Way back, the 1800s, Vallon.

I've got a great-grandmother from Italy.

Oh, I love Italy!

-Italia! -You really should visit.

Alesso, Ingrosso, espresso...

-So exotic. -Prosciutto!

It's good, the ham.

Absolutely! A really nice prosciutto, it's hard to beat.

-Yeah, it's good. -Yeah.

I remember spending time with Aje on the Amalfi Coast.

Wasn't that the time you got so sick?

When you'd eaten that mouldy mozzarella?

Sure, but until then, it was very pleasant.

Where did you grow up, Sebbe?

-Karlaplan. -Oh, I thought it was Odenplan.

First, it was Karlaplan, then after I was christened, it was Odenplan.

Which church were you christened in, Sebbe?

Oscar's Church, the same as Jocke, actually.

But... how did you two meet?

-Trender. -What's that? A dating app?

Yeah, well, it's really an app for people wanting a threesome,

but the other girl didn't show up...

Missing! But her loss, our win, really. I got you.

-I love you. -I love him.

You were going to have a threesome, started talking, fell in love,

-and you went riding with Birgitta? -Yes.

-Yeah. -Well done!

Mum loves horses, so Ludde took her on a little riding tour.

-Yes. -Ludde...

-Isabelle? Ludde owns a stable. -Aw.

I think an interest in horses says a lot about a man.

What?

Horses are absolutely fantastic animals.

I'd like to say a few words.

I'll save the speech for the wedding, but I want to say that I think you...

You have such a lovely relationship.

You seem to have so much that unites you.

-And that makes us very happy. -Oh, really?

-Cheers! -Cheers!

-Thank you, Dad. -Cheers!

Cheers.

I'm curious about you two.

-How long have you known each other? -Us two?

-I can... -I'll answer.

Oh, okay.

Jocke and I met as young kids.

-Ah... -Jocke...

Hold your horses a minute.

No, that's not true. Hmm?

No, we met in second year.

I was in love with a beautiful girl... whom I got.

And you were after her friend.

-The one with the thighs. Remember? -Yeah.

-So long ago. We were eight or... -15, 16?

Wasn't it second grade in high school?

No, in primary school.

Ah.

Okay?

Forget what I said about the girls.

-Lars? More wine. -Yes! Yes, please. Thank you!

Fill it up.

Fill it up.

Mum wants to have lunch with me today.

Like dinner wasn't enough.

-What are you reading? -A really interesting book

about how the Mexican cartel launders their money.

Research for work.

Aha. How... do they do it?

Look, police in LA seized 90 million dollars.

Imagine having so much money you could buy an island,

leave everything, cut all ties...

Haven't you ever thought about money like that?

Maybe...

...evacuate all of Iceland and all the oil rigs.

This is the biggest natural disaster Iceland has been involved in.

The entire island is being evacuated as we speak.

The Ministry for Foreign Affairs are looking for Swedes in the area,

and all flights in Europe...

No, no, no.

-Hey, Mum! -My son!

-Is everything okay? -Yes!

The volcano's far away.

But they're evacuating us, so I won't be able to ring for a couple of days.

What's that smoke?

I've got my Swedish passport, so they're taking good care of me.

Why did you have to go to Iceland? We live in the world's best country.

Don't nag him. It's good he's seeing the world.

-Make sure they feed you! -I eat, Dad.

You look like Swedes that do yoga and stuff.

They're calling me, I have to go. I'll call you soon.

I love you.

-...invalid bills... -How nice we had time for lunch.

It's been so long.

Isabelle, I really want to talk to you about something.

Look at this.

There is only information about a Sebastian von Steinberg

from the last five years. There's nothing before that.

Nobody registered under that name.

Nobody with that name christened in Oscar's Church.

Nothing. Not even Facebook.

-Why do you always do this? -What do you mean?

You've always got something against guys I date.

-Why do you say that? -When I was with Daniel,

you criticised his choice of career.

-But then... -When he succeeded, then it was fine.

You're not Leif G.W. Persson!

No, but I could have been.

I love Sebastian, and I'm going to marry him.

-Daniel, he was... -Daniel was unfaithful.

He was wonderful.

Something feels totally wrong.

What do you really know about Sebastian?

-Hey. -Hey.

I'm... Tan from the restaurant was going to ring. I was going to buy...

Who's Tan?

Ah, you're... not selling anything?

What?

Fuck. Fucking Tan.

Sorry for disturbing you. I apologise.

I got you! Tan's a friend.

Come in, come in.

I prepared the goods and put them on the table here.

It's prime quality direct from Colombia. We just got it in.

You're getting a damn good price. 200 kilos of Colombian powder.

You can easily sell it for double.

Okay. How do we do this?

I have a bill counter here, so...

I'm sorry... they're the old bills...

If you can get 200 kg of coke, you should be able to exchange these.

No, I'm sorry, there's too much demand for the new bills, you know.

But... do you want a taste test, perhaps?

A little goodie bag, maybe?

I'm fine. Thanks.

So illegal Real crazy

Habibi She's a ten

A classic. I love it when he sings:

Mamacita Habibi

-I have to tell you something. -Good shit. I'll make you a playlist.

-Babe, I have to tell you something. -Habibi

I...

It's nothing, it's just the wedding. The unicorns I wanted to have...

-They've got a stomach bug, so... -That doesn't matter.

We'll get new horses, glue on some wings.

-You just got a message. -From who?

I don't know. Some "Tan."

-What does "Bolle" mean? -"Fuck," in Danish.

-Okay... -I don't know, it's spam. I get...

-Spam? -I get them sometimes.

-Like a telemarketer? -Exactly.

-And in Danish, and I... -Why do they ask if you want to fuck?

-I don't know. -Have you looked at porn?

What? No. I haven't...

-Looked at porn? No. -It's totally fine. Everyone does it.

-Do you? -Yeah, sometimes.

But never on my phone. It's such a small screen.

No...

Is it now I find out about your dark past?

That you love gangbangs and taking drugs?

I didn't take drugs...

But...

Come on, I'm joking!

Okay.

But in high school, I experimented a bit with rim jobs

and glory holes and stuff.

But that was then.

I'm joking again!

-Okay. -I love you.

No saliva.

-Hey! -Hey!

Hey.

-Have you been waiting long? -No, we just got here.

-Hey, Bella Boo! -Hey, Danny Boo Boo!

Oh, Sebastian, I invited Daniel too. How nice.

I don't know if you know each other. Well, everyone knows Daniel.

-Hey, Daniel. Call me Danny. -Okay.

Danny fucking Saucedo, Sweden's mother-in-law's dream.

Danny is really everything I want to be.

-Sebastian. -You look lovely.

Blonde, has hips that can move, can sing, has cred,

seen as a Suedi but is a Pole/Bolivian.

Like Miklo in Blood In Blood Out.

Isabelle and Danny were together for six years before she and I.

Congratulations on the engagement. Wow.

As soon as I heard, I sat at the piano to write a little piece.

I thought I could perform it at the wedding, if that's okay.

-First dance? -Yes!

You look so good! So wonderful together!

Bro, in the hood, an ex is like a minefield.

Like a tax return. You sign and know it exists

but don't want to see it or have anything to do with it.

But Suedis, they can go on holiday together

or share a studio apartment with a single bed for three.

It's weird, brother.

-Thanks, we'll think about the song. -No, we don't need to.

-No, Daniel is like family to us. -Aw, thanks, mother-in-law.

Sorry I still call her mother-in-law. She'll always be my mother-in-law.

Daniel, of course.

-We haven't really gotten there yet. -No, we haven't.

I'll never forget when I first heard "Heart on Fire", Daniel.

I had tears in my eyes, it was so beautiful.

It was as though you'd written directly to Isabelle.

I felt I needed to express myself. We had something so special.

-Something very spiritual. -We did.

You should book Daniel for the wedding.

-He's great. -Okay.

Birgitta, can you tell us about your friend and the bank?

-We want to invest a bit. -Where was I? Oh, yes!

Lucas Urwitzler, our good friend whom we go to the Alps and ski with.

He owns Riksgöta Bank.

I had lunch with him the other day.

He told me the bank hasn't really gotten back on its feet

after the financial crisis.

So they're looking for investors.

And we're a little bit interested, aren't we, Lars?

Yeah, yes.

Your mother's itching for some new investments.

I've turned many companies.

-How much capital does your friend... -What did you say? That...?

How much capital does your friend need?

About 30-40 million.

But it's urgent. The company's bleeding and they want cash.

Of course.

Good lord, is that a beggar, here on Strandvägen?

An EU immigrant, darling.

It looks like she wants to talk to us.

-Maybe she wants an autograph. -She's got a folder.

-Is she a Jehovah's Witness? -Yvonne!

It's my aunt, Yvonne!

Is he kidding?

-Hi! -Hi!

-What are you doing here? -Research!

I've got your Östermalm brochure. I'm on my way to Melanders Fish,

for a field trip, but I can't find Shuttamana...

Schuterman. But give me that. You can research later.

Come in and say hello to my fiancée's family, okay?

That jacket is illegal.

You're super rich, you're my only aunt,

don't overact, let me do the talking.

-Okay? Okay. -Yeah.

-Okay. -Fun!

This is my aunt, Yvonne. Yvonne, this is my fiancée, Isabelle.

This is her dad, mum, sister, her boyfriend, and... Danny Boo Boo.

-So nice to get to meet you. -Thanks, you too. Lovely.

In Hebrew, we say "shaboom" to brides-to-be.

-I thought it was "shalom"? -No, "shaboom."

Okay, shaboom. Fun, thanks!

-Hey, Lars. Nice to meet you. -Thanks, you too! How nice!

Have a seat.

-What are you doing? -It's my character!

-So, do you live nearby? -Oh, yes.

Östermalm's Square 4.

It's so nice and close to everything.

-I'll take a glass of white wine. -Of course.

CALL ME HORNY & WANNA FUCK / TAN

I was just on my way to Melanders Fish.

I think they're so nice. And I know them very well.

-Oh? -Mm.

Erik Molinder is my childhood friend.

-We meet up every Friday at Riche. -Really? How nice.

-Say hello from Yvonne von Steinhof. -Steinberg.

Yes, exactly... Steinberg.

Birgitta, can you tell us more about your friend's bank?

I think my aunt and I might be interested in investing a little.

-Oh, might we? -Yes, aunt, we might be.

We have an opportunity here to be part owners of a bank.

Well. That sounds expensive. But...

How much are we talking about? Money.

30-40 million.

Wow.

30-40 million Swedish kronor?

Mm, Birgitta, do you think you can set up a meeting?

-Of course, I can ring him next week. -No!

Or, I mean...

I'd like to have the meeting as soon as possible,

since the wedding is so soon.

-And my aunt's memory, you know. -Oh, Sebastian.

You surprise me. You're a hungry bastard.

You're a hustler, you could say. Like they say over there.

Almost like Ludde. Almost!

Cheers to love!

-Cheers! -Cheers.

Thank you.

-Hold on. -God! Sorry!

Not a problem at all!

This is a fake Gucci I bought from Hamza in Fittja.

-Ow, cheers! -Cheers.

NO MOPEDS

Someone's messing with me.

-Bella Boo. Danny Boo Boo! -Are you jealous?

No. Bella Boo?

-You have nothing to worry about. -Oh, nice!

I love you, and only you.

Danny's an important part of my life and means a lot to me.

I had an intense, wild relationship, but I don't want that anymore.

-Wild and intense? -You know what I mean.

Yes, but wait, there they are! Lots of mental images.

You're so silly. I had a life before you.

But it's not the life I want to live now.

I want to live with you now.

Fuck, she's amazing.

I have to tell her.

She deserves the truth.

But, hey? Now I've got the chance to own a bank.

I'll tell her right after.

Everything sounds better when you own a bank.

Yvonne!

-Looking good! -Thanks.

-I'm nervous. -Why?

Why? We're going to fake-buy a bank!

-We're not fake-buying it. -What?

-Hey. -Hey! Welcome to Riksgöta Bank.

Thank you very much. Sebastian von Steinberg to meet Lucas Urwitzler.

Yes! Take a seat and he'll be right out.

Thank you so much.

TWO DAYS LEFT TO EXCHANGE YOUR OLD BILLS

Sebastian! So good you could make it. This is my dear friend.

Lucas Urwitzler.

-Hey. -Good day.

This is my son-in-law-to-be and his aunt, Yvonne von Steinberg.

Nice to meet you! Steinberg? Yom Tov?

Oh, Hebrew, it...

I apologise, but I have forgotten my Hebrew.

-Ah, you've forgotten your Hebrew. -Which is a shame, I know.

-Of course not. But, shall we? -Of course.

Yvonne von Steinberg? I recognise you.

From TV, perhaps? I've done a lot of commercials.

Mostly for fun.

I see. Interesting!

It's fun to do different things in life. Nice.

-Wow, that's a lot of money! -The new bills from the reserve bank.

They smell so good.

-It'll be good. -I think so.

Great, Anders, really.

-Super. -Thanks.

Yep.

Like I said, so...

Tan Younus.

QX...

Water?

-No, thank you. -Yes, I'd love some water.

I don't know how much you know,

but we used to be one of Sweden's most successful banks.

-Wow. -But now...

I understand.

Lucky that people like us come along and help out.

-Yes. -I'll get straight to the point.

-Mm? -If we invest 30 million,

how many shares would that buy us?

-15%. -15%?

-With 15%... -I think...

-that my aunt and I are sold. 15%. -Are we?

-Yes, we are, aunt. -Great!

Greger, my colleague, is in Mallorca playing golf, but...

-And he's the one with the paperwork. -We're only interested in buying now.

Preferably today, latest tomorrow morning. And we're paying cash.

-Cash? -Yeah.

I'm sorry, I don't think that's really possible.

Lucas, I can pay cash now.

And we can sort out the papers later. I trust you. It's Birgitta...

-It's money! He's paying cash! -Yes, but...

It has to go through Greger.

Can no one else take the money, and we can sign later?

No. The earliest we could do something would be in a week, maybe.

But we're very interested in doing business with you.

Both of you!

-Yes. -Yes.

What do you think? Shall we resume in a week?

Absolutely.

Okay, I'd like to negotiate my salary.

-I want 12,000 per day. -12,000?

Yes. According to the Theatre Union.

Forget it.

-You can have 2,000. -No, no. Then I'll send an invoice.

This isn't a low-budget production anymore.

-Hey. -Hey.

-I need to talk to you. -Me too.

-Good, since... -Why didn't you say anything?

I've wanted to, but...

-My whole life, I've... -You've known, your whole life?

Yes.

Who knows, maybe we can get through this with professional help.

I will get help, but I wanted to talk to you about it first.

It's okay.

I mean it.

That's so good to hear.

-Wow. -I love you the way you are and...

You're looking for something else, or in another form, at least, and...

I can't give you that. But I'm not judgmental.

I've read lots of articles about this.

You know, when you're bored and just scroll...

And I don't remember everything, and a lot is behind paywalls, but...

Yeah, I know the ones...

It's very normal for straight guys to experiment with other guys, and...

Whoa, whoa! Wait!

What do... Straight men... What are you trying to say?

Your boyfriend, Tan.

-Tan? -Mm.

-My boyfriend? -Yes.

No, no! Tan's not my boyfriend.

Who said... Did he say that? Fucking Tan.

Listen, Tan's a joker, okay? And he crosses the line a lot!

He makes sexist jokes, not always politically correct.

I don't think it's okay. It's old fashioned and lame, really.

He claims he says those things because he's nervous,

but it's not okay.

And Tan is definitely not my boyfriend. God, no. No way.

-No. -So... you haven't been cheating?

No!

Okay.

Or, in a way, you could...

Come.

I, uh...

A couple of friends and I found 90 million kronor a few years ago.

What do you mean, "found"?

I know it sounds crazy, but I swear it's true.

We were out jogging one day, I fell, and we found 90 million.

-Why not put it back? -We thought of that first.

But what would you have done if you found 90 million and needed money?

-These friends, who are they? -They moved abroad.

I stayed because I really wanted to buy a new identity, I...

I wanted to be accepted as Swedish, stop getting judgmental comments,

and everything was going great until the plan to exchange all the bills.

My real name is Mahmod Aziz.

I was born and raised in Sollentuna.

I have no Italian great-grandmother.

My parents moved to Sweden from Kurdistan.

I wanted to tell you before, I promise, but I haven't known how...

How could I explain?

I promise.

I haven't lied to you about my love. Or who I am in here.

-Isabelle, please, wait! -Who the hell are you?!

Why haven't you been honest from the start? I'm marrying a stranger!

If I were honest, you wouldn't have looked at me!

If I met you in the bar as Mahmod Aziz, you wouldn't have looked at me!

To start with, I wouldn't have been let in by security!

That's reality! Not just our appearance!

As soon as we say our name... It's been like this for 30 years.

For 30 fucking years.

Stereotypes and a feeling of never fitting in!

I don't want to be a victim!

So I did something about it!

I don't judge people!

I know not everyone, including you, judges people,

but we all have our preconceptions.

If I'd come up to you at the bar and said:

"How's it goin'? Lemme buy you lunch, babe."

Isabelle, you'd have grabbed your pepper spray and ran away!

But you don't talk like that.

I paid 18,000 for a dialect coach.

He was really nice, he helped me get rid of my Rinkeby Swedish.

And your aunt? Who was that?

And these friends? Who were they?

Actors.

Actually, advanced extras from extra.se.

My God. You invited strangers into our home?

No! I haven't invited strangers into our home!

I ran a background check on them!

-They don't know my real identity. -Which is?

-Where's your real family? -Sollentuna.

They think I'm in Iceland,

but the island was evacuated due to a volcanic eruption,

so Foreign Affairs is apparently looking for me.

My God!

-Your turn. -My turn.

What's your favourite and most regular sexual fantasy?

Let me see...

-Oh, I know. It's... -Just a minute.

No, come on.

Hey, sweetie.

No, we're at Strandvägen 1, having a cocktail.

Oh.

Of course you can stay at our place, you know that.

No problem. Dad can unlock the door with his phone, he's got an app

that unlocks the car and the boat and the doors.

See you in the morning, sweetie. Sleep well. Bye.

Hey, should we go to a hotel? Continue the question game?

No, we have to go home and look after Isabelle.

-It's just getting fun. -We have a daughter who needs us.

Give it a rest. They've had a fight.

It's wedding fever.

He's not good for her, and we both know that.

Who is good enough for Isabelle?

Here's another cocktail.

-There. -Thank you.

And some champagne.

-Did you sleep well? -Mm.

Mum, I'm almost 32. Isn't it time to turn this room into something else?

I know, I'm not the type to say sorry first.

-But that's what's made me who I am. -Mm.

I can understand why you like Sebastian so much.

I saw him at the bank, and he is...

He's eager, he's direct, he's solution-oriented, and he means well.

You had Danny before, and he was fantastic.

Beautiful, good posture, hips that move...

But, anyway.

When I saw you came home after meeting Sebastian,

I think it was the first time I'd seen you genuinely happy.

Thank you, Mum.

Damn it!

Tan?

Your doorbell is broken, man!

I know, I'll fix it. Why are you here?

Shit, I can't get Chinese yen.

Here's your money.

Sorry, bro, but I don't have contacts for exchanging money.

I think Isabelle has left me.

Are you kidding? Was it because of my texts and calls and stuff?

I told her I was Sebastian von Steinberg.

-What the fuck is that, bro? -It's me.

-No...! -Yeah.

-No, you're Mahmod! -I lied and told people I'm Sebastian

-so people would see me as Swedish. -What a fool. You went too far!

Like Suedis like to say.

Dude, we are Swedish! I feel like a Swede.

I get goosebumps when the national anthem plays!

-Me too. -You and I love Sweden!

And if anyone attacked, we'd cut out their tongues.

Straight away! You know?

But, bro, we have many names.

New Swedes, second generation immigrants.

But, bro, in the end, we're Suedis!

-Do you love her? -I'd die for her!

You'd die for her? Then you have to tell her that!

Go to her dad, give him dates, and ask for her hand!

They're Swedish. They don't need dates.

Brother, she doesn't want you for your money

or because you go around saying you're Sebastian-Mebastian.

She's not in love with a name or hair colour.

In here!

Say sorry and stuff, and tell her you'll live together in Sollentuna!

And I swear, brother, you'll get IP-TV.

With 9000 channels, brother, from me.

As a wedding present. I swear, bro!

You're wearing the hood's national uniform. Wear it with pride, bro!

-Sebastian! Hey! Oops! -What the hell are you doing here?

We need to talk about my character. The dinner.

I thought I delivered a character with depth, warmth and charm.

But I have to say that you didn't really do your part.

-Okay, I have to go. -It's important we bond for real.

-Next time, we're seamless... -There's no next time, okay?

-What? -Long story!

-But there's no next time or wedding. -You can't kill my character now!

Don't you get it? I've started developing him!

Fuck Sebastian, okay? I'm Mahmod. Mahmod Aziz from Sollentuna!

-There! You have acting within you. -I don't want to act!

I don't want to be someone...

Oh, shit! Sorry!

Brother, salam aleikum.

What?

DARLING

Isabelle, I'm glad we could meet

and discuss the association's decision.

Sandra will make some notes during the meeting.

-Yes. -Mm.

So, after careful consideration,

the association has decided who will be promoted from assistant prosecutor

to chamber prosecutor.

Your qualifications are outstanding.

I loved your report on money laundering in the US, for example.

But...

Along with the association, we believe Anders Jönsson

has been proactive and is simply a more appropriate candidate.

So you'll have to apply again next time.

I think it will be in six months.

-That's that. -Wait a minute, sorry.

What's the difference between Anders and me?

We've worked here the exact same amount of time.

He earns more than I do, but other than that, what's the difference?

Yes, well... the difference... I understand you're sad.

You feel disappointed.

But you've got to pick yourself up.

-Pick myself up? -Mm.

I've had the same position and pay for almost three years.

I've got the qualifications, and you know that.

Yes. This was decided based on several different parameters.

We've considered them and made an evaluation, and our... decision...

Our decision is final.

I'm so tired of this old, fucking, dick system!

This fucking circle-jerk and nepotism, assistant-fucking,

fucking work drinks!

Parameters?! Jesus Christ! Fuck parameters!

-Bengt, call security! -We have to crush the patriarchy!

-We need security! -Crush the boys' club!

Fucking fight together!

We run the fucking world, bitches!

Tan, not now, I'm not up for it.

Hi.

I thought I...

I've tried to reach you all day. I wanted to see you to say

that I don't care about the money.

It means nothing. What's important is that I met you.

Just tell me, did you lie about anything apart from your name?

-No, that's what I mean, I... -Just answer, yes or no.

Did you find the money?

-Yes. -Are you wanted?

No.

Listen...

I've been thinking.

Maybe you're right.

I probably wouldn't have noticed you in that bar.

I have never experienced the type of alienation

that I can imagine you have.

But I understand it.

And...

In a way I understand why you did what you did.

But it's not an excuse for lying to me.

I'm sorry.

Isabelle, please, can we just start over?

No, I can't take you back, just like that.

But... I'm not prepared to lose the 15 million in my basement.

It's not 15 million, it's more like 30.

Yes, but we'll split it.

I'll help you launder the money. We split it 50/50.

What happens with us, we'll deal with that later.

Isabelle, you can have all the money.

No. Fair's fair. This is Sweden. We split it and go our separate ways.

How will we launder the money?

We'll stage a robbery at a cash depot at Arlanda.

-We're gonna what? -Mhm.

Listen, we're gonna commit a robbery that isn't a robbery,

we're just exchanging the bills.

So it's not a robbery, and if we get caught,

it's for breaking and entering or attempted robbery.

But we won't get caught. We're just exchanging the bills.

Right? Smart?

Fast cash!

-Stop saying "cash" like an American. -What? It's called cash.

Yes, but this is for real, okay?

It's not gonna work.

Yes, for real.

We just need uniforms.

Uniforms?

-The masquerade gang. -No, no.

No, we're not robbing anyone or anything.

Now I know how we'll do it.

What will we do?

We'll break in to Yngve's place.

-Our neighbour? -He's an ex-fire chief.

I'm sure he's got some old fireman uniforms laying around, right?

This is just getting more and more...

-Why wouldn't we rent uniforms? -Because then they can trace us.

Okay?

Okay.

Good. But first...

Can you please throw out all your patterned taco socks.

Who the hell has that in the hood?

This is great.

The eyes are great.

Are they your real eyes?

Nice.

Hey.

I brought a screwdriver. In case he resists, I'll...

Hey, we're not gonna hurt him.

Is that too much?

Alright, I'll leave it. Yalla, Mahmod, let's go.

Wait, we need code names.

-I'm Orup. -Why Orup?

It's short, it's easy. Orup, Bono, the Pope, Madonna.

And I think it's kinda cool that he was chased by wolves.

-I'll take Kim Kardashian. -Too long.

Lady Gaga.

Gago?

Gogu?

Gaga!

Okay.

Alright, let's do this.

Hey, okay.

-Wait. -No, what are you doing?

-I'll use this. -No, stop now!

-What are you doing? -Wait.

Back up.

-What's that attitude? -What did I do?

Don't do that.

Fuck, I'm sorry! Sorry, I didn't mean to.

Honey, I mean Sebastian, I mean, I'm sorry, Mahmod, Orup.

I didn't know Yngve the Cheapskate had bulletproof glass. I'm sorry.

-Okay. -I'm sorry.

-Okay? -Yeah, do it.

-You chose the wrong house! -Yngve, don't shoot!

-It's Sebastian, don't shoot! -Sebastian? Isabelle?

-Why are you here so late? -Hey, Yngve.

We were gathering the leaves at home but realised we don't have a rake.

-We thought we might borrow the rake. -This late?

It was windy. We have leaves everywhere.

Exactly, and Isabelle has compulsions.

We need to gather all the leaves in a garbage bag

-or she can't sleep at night. -Oh, right, okay...

I've just bought a new toy you can borrow. Wait here.

Orup, this is the worst attempted robbery of my entire life.

-I said it was a bad idea, let's go. -No, wait.

We put a plastic bag over his head, kidnap him,

hang him up in the garage,

waterboard him, and then we take the ransom and exchange it.

Okay, fine, it was just an idea, Jesus.

Here! Bosch ALS 25.

The best electric leaf blower on the market.

-There you go. -Wow.

It'll take you ten minutes to clear out your yard.

-Wow, we'll return it right after. -Yeah.

-Yngve... -Yes.

We were wondering if you've got fireman outfits we could borrow?

-Tonight. -Okay, and what for?

-Because... -Sebastian really likes role play.

Role play.

Do you want to whole suit, or just the top, or...?

-I was thinking the whole thing. -The whole thing.

Right, one moment.

-Role play? Seriously? -You started with the compulsions.

Mental illness is nothing to be ashamed of. This is embarrassing!

There you go. Here are the heirlooms.

-Wow. -Be careful.

-What an honour. -Thank you.

We'll return them as soon as we're done.

And when will that be?

-Friday? -Friday.

We'll call it Friday.

Otherwise I'll have to take a late fee of 250 kronor per day.

Of course. Thank you so much.

-Sweet dreams. -Good night.

So, Friday, then. Have fun.

We'll never pull off robbing Arlanda cash depot.

Nobody's scared of you anymore.

You've become Swedish.

Yes, they're the new bills from the Reserve Bank.

Why didn't I think of that before?

-We can just exchange them. -What?

-I know a place with new bills. -Where?

Riksgöta Bank, Lucas' bank. They had a vault full of bills.

I remember he said they got new bills from the Reserve Bank.

Yes!

And they only had one guard, and few staff.

That's so brilliant I'm almost having an orgasm. Like a fountain.

A figure of speech.

Well, they had a fountain. I mean a guard.

-One guard and few staff. -Yes! Fuck, that's great.

We're geniuses.

We can't get caught for anything serious if we don't have weapons.

And if we get caught, it's just like society says it should be.

You're Mahmod, a criminal immigrant from Sollentuna

without the privilege of a white Swede.

You'll do a few years for breaking and entering.

That's depressing, but it's reality.

-Yes. -And you?

I'll be fine, I'll just say you forced me.

That it's in your cultural heritage that women obey men.

-You'll use that? -Of course.

Hey... Nothing's gonna happen.

I promise. Okay?

We have at least three minutes before the police arrive.

Okay.

How do you feel about free passes?

-Huh? -Free passes.

That you can sleep with someone else.

Why do we have to talk about that when we're doing this?

It's usually a celebrity or something.

-When you're married? -Yes.

No, where I'm from there are no free passes.

If you meet a girl, you're with her for life.

Okay.

-Why, do you have a free pass? -Carola.

-Carola? -Mm.

-Carola, Carola? -Yes, Carola, Carola.

I mean...

So fucking hot.

I only want to sleep with you.

-Come on. -Okay, let's do this.

-Seriously? Carola? -Yes.

Think of one for yourself. But not Carola, she's mine.

Okay.

There's a fire outside, everybody needs to evacuate.

Evacuate now!

Can you hear me? Come on, everybody out!

Drop everything, evacuate the building, come on!

-What's going on? -There's a fire.

Everybody needs to evacuate now.

-There's smoke outside. -Fire!

-Fire! -Evacuate!

-Fire! -Everybody out, fire!

-Make sure the building is evacuated. -Everybody out, there's a fire.

Everybody out!

-Open the vault. -I can't do that.

-We have to, to save what's inside. -There's no one inside.

-We have to save what's inside. -The vault has its own--

Hey! Fuck Sebastian, goddammit.

Open it or I'll sit on your face so you'll see things you've never seen.

Give me the fucking keys.

-Why did you push him? -Me? I didn't do anything, you did.

Was it me? Is he dead? I just wanted the keys.

Fuck, please tell me he's not dead.

Fuck, I've swallowed a black cat, this money is cursed.

-Is he alive? -He's alive.

-Are you sure? -Yes.

-Here, open. -Am I...

-Come on now! -Okay, okay.

Change my behaviour, change my behaviour.

-Wait, where the fuck is the money? -What? Are you joking?

This is where they were, I saw them.

We were just supposed to switch bills.

Think, think, think!

Wait, you said three minutes. They're already here!

-They're on their way! -I guess I was wrong!

-I'm only human. -You said three minutes.

-Shut up! -Fuck!

-Check every box. -There is nothing here!

Just old bills! They gotta be here somewhere.

-Fuck, fuck, fuck! -Come on!

This isn't happening. We were just gonna exchange bills.

They're coming. I'll share a cell with someone I don't know.

When I get out, I won't be myself.

Who are you talking to? I stopped listening 50 minutes ago.

Dammit, somewhere...

-What the hell... -What?

Euros!

You're thinking! Wow!

-Fucking great! -I'll put our old bills back.

Fuck, this is great! I love the EU!

27, 28, 29, 30 million.

Here, put it here. There, put it in.

Grab the next one.

There.

Put it in, put it in.

Isabelle, what are you doing?

We're not criminals, we won't take more than what we have.

Give me that, we'll put it back. Isabelle?

Isabelle, give it back.

Isabelle.

Isabelle!

We're not.

No.

There.

-What are you doing? -I'm tidying up.

Oh come on!

-Let's go. -I'm coming.

Bloody hell. Wait!

Fucking hell! Fuck you!

Go, go, go!

Wait, where are you going?

-To the roof! -The roof? Never!

-What does my psychologist say? -Break your habits, lose the worry.

Come on!

We're coming in, I repeat, we're coming in.

Oh shit!

Oh shit!

Oh shit!

I can't look down.

Fuck.

Shit.

Fuck!

Police!

We're looking for two people dressed as...

Don't look down.

The police are almost here, come on.

-Okay. -Don't look down.

-I can't! -Focus!

Come on!

We're on the second floor. Moving to the roof.

Police!

-You know I'm scared of heights. -There's no time for this.

-You grew up in tower blocks! -Here, go. I'm staying.

-Maybe I'm meant to get caught. -Come on!

-Yes. -No!

Do this for my sake.

For our sake.

Come. Take my hand.

-Careful. -I've got you.

-Oh fuck. -I've got you.

Unit 33, come in.

Door.

Requesting backup.

-44, come in. -We're going onto the roof.

Go!

Honey, warm saliva?

I'll never lie to you again.

You're everything to me.

As long as I breathe, I'll be by your side.

I don't care if people know me as Mahmod or Sebastian or Orup.

I'd die for you.

Come.

Bro, this is what they call power couple numero uno.

Beyoncé and Jay-Z are small fries compared to us.

What's important is that Isabelle and I will get wrinkly together.

My name is Mahmod Aziz, and I'm a proud fucking Suedi!

The police have decided to close the investigation of the strange robbery

that took place in central Stockholm last week.

The police say that reason for this is that the robbers actually left

the same amount that they took, but in a different currency.

BRUSSELS

This is what the current 50 euro bill looks like.

And this is what the new one will look like.

To deal with all the black market money in Europe,

the old bills will be invalid in six months.

BRO

Subtitles: Lily Ray Edited by: Aleksander Kerr - www.plint.com