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We're here in icy Stockholm to celebrate

the Nobel Prize giving at the Stockholm City Hall.

The King of Sweden will present the award.

This gala is held on the day

on which the founder of the prize, Alfred Nobel, died in 1896.

Annika Bengtzon.

I've sent a final text, and the royal family have left already.

Do you need more?

The Ball?

The photographer has already left.

Bertil has slipped away.

Is there no one else?

OK. Bye.

Who is that woman in the green dress?

Pharma Corp. marketing manager, I believe.

She's clearly not a dance teacher.

Right.

Shall we dance?

No thanks.

I'm not a great dancer, but I can tell you about research celebrities.

If you're not worried about your toes.

Okay then.

Five shots at the Nobel Gala. How many dead is not known.

Patrick! Call Bengtzon.

She's not answering.

The troops are on the way to the City Hall. All roads will be closed.

What about the photographer?

Went home.

Goddammit.

Call for amateur photographers.

The news is on all channels.

Come on, Patrick.

We need to find witnesses.

Where is the royal couple?

Who was shot?

Security Guard.

Bengtzon's not answering?

No.

Move. Let me through.

An Israeli scientist and winner of the Nobel Prize, Aaron Wiesel, has been wounded.

Sorry.

Is it possible to make a call from somewhere?

The mobile phone network has crashed.

What is your name?

What?

The Police.

Did you see anything?

I don't know... Annika Bengtzon, Evening Press. What happened?

Did you notice anything?

I don't think so.

A woman in a gold dress bumped into me while I was dancing.

The hall was crowded.

A woman in a gold dress.

OK. Follow me.

No way. I've got a story to write.

You will come with me now.

...a search for the murderer is in operation. All Stockholm's roads will be closed.

A state of emergency has been raised. An unknown assailant opened fire at 23:00.

The victim was shot at least twice.

Victims - Personality

Well, of course you'd be here.

I need to question you further.

Close the door.

Let's get this over with. I have a deadline to meet.

I tried to call. How much do you know?

I'm stuck here—

She'll call you back.

Interrogating Annika Bengtzon. Thursday, December 10...

23:40.

You were at the Golden Hall at 22:45. Is that true?

Yes, or no?

Yes.

Is it true that you saw the suspect?

I'm not sure.

Tell me what happened.

I was dancing, and I bumped into this woman.

Then the couple fell.

Describe the woman.

Who is she?

Annika...

I'm trying to perform my job.

They're waiting for my copy.

My God, do you have any idea what's going on?

Two people were shot right where you stood.

Tell me exactly what you saw. Not when it suits you; right now.

I was dancing.

With whom?

I don't know. We'd only just met.

There were a lot of people.

She bumped into me.

Describe her.

Tell me about her clothes.

The dress had straps.

She had a hand bag.

Her hand was inside it.

Her eyes.

She looked at me. Her eyes were yellow.

Completely golden.

Golden yellow?

Yes.

Did you hear anything?

Only murmurings.

Murmurings.

Suppressed voices.

Pops.

I turned around.

On the floor lay a woman.

She looked at me.

She tried to say something.

It was strange.

Then I noticed blood spreading across the floor.

And then...

she died.

Anything else?

No.

All right.

Who was the woman?

Put them away.

You can't identify the victims.

Who was with Wiesel?

Caroline von Behring.

Karolinska Institute, The Nobel Committee chairman.

What about Wiesel?

Still in the operating room.

What facts are known?

The killer was a woman wearing a gold dress.

Were any threats made?

The winners always get threatened.

Any particular threat?

Stem cell research is always opposed.

Stop it. This is an absolute waste of time.

You won't be able to write about this.

Why not?

You're the key witness. You're banned from talking.

Banned from talking?

The ban relates to being arrested.

No one has been arrested.

I can write what I want.

The ban applies to you, Article 23, Chapter 10,

used by the chief investigator on suspicion of serious crime.

At last.

Where are you?

Tell me something.

I've been banned from talking.

What do you mean, banned?

National Bureau of Investigation, to be exact.

The police can't do this...

Ask Schyman for help.

I'll call him. Yes, he'll sort it.

Come as soon as you can.

Bengtzon! Pictures. I need pictures.

I've got 500 pictures of strolling scientists shaking hands with the Minister of Culture.

I want a bit of blood.

I'll see if I can help.

Let's go.

I'll get my coat.

I'll get it.

Jacket and a brown handbag.

Wait here.

Entry to this area is forbidden.

I'm sorry. I got lost.

Is this your bag?

Yes, thank you.

You're welcome. Shall we go?

News is still awaited of the injury to the award-winning scientist Wiesel.

Aaron Wiesel was awarded the Nobel Prize for his stem cell cloning research.

The study has been criticized, and his life has been threatened.

It just came on. Come take a look.

That's it.

Good!

Well done. Get back here.

Bengtzon!

Where it Schyman?

He's speaking to lawyers. It'll make a double spread.

May I write?

Of course. It's all sorted.

The guard died in the hospital, so there are now two victims.

"Reporter witness to a double-murder."

Here he comes.

First the goddamn Swedish police let the killer in,

and then they try to hide details of the death.

What did they say?

"No way."

Annika can't write.

What?

You will not give interviews or talk about what you've seen.

This is an...

This is bullshit.

I'm sorry.

Dammit!

Is there no way?

Sorry.

Let's get moving.

Cover it, Patrick.

"Shooting at the Nobel Ceremony."

Photos of the victims.

Taken care of.

Search for more information.

There's nothing you can do, Annika.

Go home and rest.

I choose the Christmas tree.

Now it's my turn.

When are we going to buy the Christmas tree?

Yeah, when will we buy it?

We must have a Christmas tree, right?

Yeah...

How you holding up?

Pretty good.

I didn't realize how upset you were.

I just wanted to sleep. Don't worry.

Good morning, sweetie.

Cutie.

Did you get the strawberry yogurt? What a treat.

Brush your teeth, you'll be late.

Bye, Mom.

It should be pink.

What?

The Christmas tree.

It will be the world's finest.

Dad's waiting to take you to school.

...a German New Jihad terrorist group

has claimed responsibility for the attack at the Nobel Prize Presentation

where the Israeli Nobel Prize laureate Aaron Wiesel was wounded

and one of the Nobel Committee members was killed.

A man has been arrested and will be interrogated this afternoon.

THREE KILLED AT NOBEL AWARDS

Morning.

Right there.

Good job.

We know more about the victims, and our pictures are better.

We should be very pleased.

In particular with what Bengtzon was able to provide.

I didn't get credited, thank you.

You didn't. Sorry.

OK. I want a team of five journalists.

Status: New Jihad, sacrifices, factor, police work, and the witnesses.

OK. International terrorism includes all aspects.

Emphasis to be put on police incompetence.

How can an armed assassin stroll in under full security?

How about this?

"Terror at the City Hall."

Oh, absolutely.

Status on Aaron Wiesel?

St. Göran's Hospital.

Condition is stable, will soon return home.

Fine. Get good pictures.

What about the guards?

One died. That will be tricky.

Security officers' families don't give interviews.

What do the police say?

The police? That they're on full alert.

Blockades erected quickly.

The fourth spread: "Murderer hunted down."

The woman's escape boat was found.

She's believed to have fled by car towards the south.

What about the police sketch?

The police won't publish it.

What is known about the New Jihad?

It has links with Al-Qaeda,

which is unlikely to be pro-Jewish.

Good, Patrik.

Write about Al-Qaeda and terrorism.

Berit, call relatives.

Näslund, write about the hunt for the killer.

Annika helps Patrik back at work.

What?

You're banned from writing, but you have to work.

Let's get going.

I don't believe a word about the New Jihad.

Why?

Too many things don't add up.

No smoking for two days.

What don't you believe?

New Jihad.

Al-Qaeda would have made sure that they killed Wiesel.

What do you mean?

It was an 'invitation only' concert.

A hit man shoots from only a couple of feet away, and misses?

Perhaps the target was Caroline von Behring.

Why would someone murder Caroline von Behring?

It sounds far-fetched.

I know, but von Behring is the one who died.

What do we know about her?

Was she just somebody who happened to be in the way?

Let me talk to the Director of Entertainment.

We need you here.

Why?

All of our resources must now focus on this story.

Only for the duration of the ban.

You may not be happy as a News Editor, but you need a job.

Let's do it.

Good.

Caroline von Behring? Why do an article about her?

It's very timely, one must say.

And after all, she was killed.

She was a woman. An unknown force in the Nobel environment.

Exactly.

Unknown.

She died during the Nobel Ceremony, while she was dancing in the Golden Hall.

Are you thinking of Princess Diana?

"Nobel secret princess."

Yes, exactly. But I would need to do research on it.

Talk with people who knew her.

Yes, maybe a younger lover.

Something wonderful... I'm thinking out loud.

What about pictures?

Yes.

Find some that show happiness.

While she was alive, I mean.

It'll be fine.

Yes. When can you deliver?

Annika Bengtzon, Evening Press.

I'm looking for someone who will speak on Caroline von Behring.

Okay, thanks.

Annika Bengtzon, Evening Press.

I want to talk to Professor von Behring's secretary.

When was von Behring elected to the committee?

May I speak to someone on the committee? Can I get names of her colleagues?

Thank you.

Her assistant... She worked closely with Caroline.

Brown hair, glasses.

She works at the Department of Physiology and Biophysics.

Where is she now? I have met her.

Do you mean Birgitta Larsen?

Yes, exactly.

Excuse me?

Yes?

I come from Evening Press.

I have a meeting with Birgitta Larsen.

Do you know where she is?

Upstairs. I'll show you.

Thank you.

You're welcome.

Yes?

This is...

Annika Bengtzon, Evening Press.

That's right.

We talked on the phone.

You want to talk to me about Caroline?

Yes.

This is Johan Isaksson, one of my PhD Students.

Thank you for your help.

You can go now. Thank you.

As I said, I'm working on an article about Caroline von Behring.

We became doctors simultaneously.

Two women in the same month.

It was pretty unusual back then.

That was 25 years ago.

And she had some success, right?

Success?

You can certainly say that.

What was she like as a person?

Caroline lived for her work.

And she conducted research in biophysics?

Yes.

The antibody gene.

A further development of Tonegawa's discovery.

How do you spell that?

With "w".

T-cell receptors, if you know what they are.

How did Caroline react when Wiesel got the credit?

It was she who supported him to be the winner.

She knew it would cause trouble.

She was controversial?

Yes.

Courageous.

Perhaps a little overconfident.

Do you think it was an accident?

Caroline was just at the wrong place at the wrong time?

What are you saying?

Could Caroline have been target of the attack, and not Wiesel?

He survived, yes, and she...

What are you insinuating?

She died yesterday, and you come here... You should leave now.

I'm sorry...

Did you hear what I said? I want you to leave.

Now.

MUIZNIEKI, LATVIA

Are you working late?

No, I just want to find out more about Caroline von Behring.

She was in charge, and helped to select the Laureate candidates.

She was not exactly popular.

How are you doing?

Good, we're making progress with secret networks, terrorist cells.

We're still pursuing the New Jihad track.

The good old dread of Islam.

See you tomorrow.

I didn't know journalists worked so late.

I've got to put the hours in, to keep my job.

How are you? Is everything okay?

Yes.

Did you know her?

Yes, a hundred years ago.

She was my supervisor when I wrote my thesis.

Really...?

Immune system. Signal paths, interleukins.

And what about you? What are you working with?

Journalism.

Sorry.

I took for granted that you were a scientist or doctor.

No, I'm not even a medicine journalist.

Annika Bengtzon.

Bernhard Thorell.

Evening Press.

Medi-Tec.

Excuse me.

Hi...

How are you, Birgitta?

Fine, thank you. Under the circumstances.

Welcome to this press conference, where we gather with sorrow in our hearts.

I'm talking about the terrorist attack on Aaron Wiesel, so tragic and...

...pointless, that cost our leader Caroline von Behring her life.

The selection process for next year's Prize is already underway,

and we hope soon to present the new president.

The committee's work, led by Caroline von Behring,

will continue in the direction she had set out.

Yes, and in Alfred Nobel's will's direction,

you should probably add.

Nobel's will is inviolable, and yet crime is committed against it repeatedly.

This is not the right place for a discussion.

It's a matter of human dignity and ethics.

Caroline von Behring was an avid proponent

for the controversial stem cell research.

But under new management, we can see confidently into the future.

How dare you?

You should be ashamed of yourself.

The mad professor?

She sounds pretty refreshing.

Seems to me like they're all a little mad.

I don't know.

It's hard to keep track of what they stand for.

Who thinks what.

Look at this.

She became a doctor along with Caroline, but it was 25 years ago.

Go down to the archives, and see if you can find something there.

You think so?

Sure. It's worth a shot.

I know what happened at the Nobel Ceremony.

It's okay. Nobody can hear us in here.

I was a marshal at the party.

Some weeks before that I got an offer to earn a little extra.

It was a practical joke.

Marshal for Nobel Ceremony.

I had to watch somebody

and send a text message about where the person was.

Who were you watching?

Who were you to send an SMS to?

Her supervisor Birgitta Larsen...

Is she involved in this?

I want 10,000 kroner.

For what?

For what I know.

We don't pay for information, especially not from accomplices.

I'm not an accomplice. I had no idea what would happen.

Do you know what I got for this task?

1,000 kroner.

1,000 kroner, and now I can be suspected of being an accomplice to murder.

Why did you not go to the police?

I want to tell my story here first.

They might not believe me.

Do you have any evidence? Your mobile?

No. I threw it away right after. I was in a total panic.

You want to sell us a story, but what do you really have?

It was her.

NOBEL HEAD SHOT!

It was her. I had to watch Caroline von Behring.

Is he trustworthy?

Yes.

Have you read the newspapers today?

All about Aaron Wiesel and controversial stem cell research.

I know.

And you think they are wrong?

And you believe him?

Yes, I do.

What do we know about him?

That he'll go to some other paper if we don't print it.

Can you hold onto him until tomorrow?

I can try.

We have to check him.

Fine. Say we're interested. You can interview him, Berit will write.

Okay, you have a deal, but we must meet again tomorrow.

Tomorrow when?

As early as possible.

But it's the best offer you get.

Yes, but it's my story. I must tell it. No editing shit.

Yes, it's your story.

Fine.

Call me on this number tomorrow.

Otherwise I'll go to someone else.

Hey. I've been looking for you.

How's it going?

Things are going fine.

I saw pictures of von Behring.

Beautiful lady. Just as you said.

You get a double spread.

Double?

Can you get them ready for next week?

Of course.

Great.

You look good in beige.

Thank you.

Come here, Jesper. Stop it.

Benjamin!

Kalle-Bale, move yourself.

Benjamin, come on.

Annika?

Maria Douglas. We're neighbors.

We just moved in.

That's right. Hey.

You're coming to us for mulled wine.

For what?

I talked with your husband.

Let's go home, Benjamin.

No, you can come back later!

When would that be?

Kalle.

Hello, sweetheart.

It's just mulled wine with the new neighbors. It will be nice.

You could have asked me.

She seems really nice.

You think so?

Yes.

Apparently he works in the ministry.

I don't want to drink mulled wine.

And their son bullies Kalle.

How do you know?

I can see he's upset.

What does Kalle say?

Nothing. That everything's okay.

Then everything's probably okay.

We have to trust what he says.

It'll just get worse if we intervene.

Need help?

Open the door!

Stop it.

We'll do it.

If the guy's story holds water, we've got a hell of a scoop.

Please don't destroy your career.

Or mine.

Hello?

Hello? Is that Johan Isaksson?

No, it's not.

Do you know where he is?

Yes, I do.

Who am I talking to?

It's Annika Bengtzon.

How the hell did you get this number?

He came to us first. It was his choice.

So, you have no responsibility? You could have said no.

Then he would have gone to someone else.

Maybe they would have said no.

If you had any sense of responsibility instead of thinking purely of circulation,

then perhaps he would have come to us, and perhaps he would still be alive.

You know how he died?

We have a good idea.

I was sworn to secrecy, and I haven't broken it.

Even if you don't believe it.

I won't disclose information.

Johan Isaacson's death was an accident. Is that understood?

It is.

This will remain within these walls. Got it?

Otherwise, the whole investigation's at risk.

Yes, it's clear.

Isaksson sent a text message to Riga.

He was trying to blackmail someone.

It seems so.

Yesterday, we found two men murdered in a basement, a little outside of Riga.

We believe at least one of them was involved in the escape from City Hall.

And the killer?

'Rent a murderer', based in USA.

CIA called her Kitten.

Kitten.

The eyes.

Yes.

Your testimony led the CIA on the trail.

Annika, you are now a key witness.

She must not know we're on track, so none of this can come out.

Is that why I'm sworn to silence?

We must find out who ordered the murder first.

I have an appointment with Ernst Ericsson.

Nobel's will is inviolable,

yet crime is committed against it repeatedly.

Annika Bengtzon?

Yes.

Ernst Ericsson.

Hello.

It's wonderful that Evening Press is so interested in committee work.

We haven't met before. Are you a new medicine journalist?

Actually I'm a crime reporter, but I'm writing about Caroline von Behring.

Really.

Then I must have misunderstood something.

No, but didn't you work with her on the committee?

Well...

Caroline.

She was married to von Behring.

She kept his name after the divorce. Her maiden name was Andersson.

But that name evoked no response in the medical world.

She wanted people to believe she was related to the old family.

To...?

Nobel Prize winner Emil von Behring. He invented the serum and vaccine.

What was she like as a boss?

She was not qualified to hold the post.

How so?

She would never have been the President if she had not been a woman.

It was political correctness.

Women don't need skill or credit to get ahead in the world.

And who benefits from it?

Certainly not research.

Caroline and you disagreed on interpretation of the will, right?

Nobel didn't create just a small prize with his will.

He built a triumphal arch for humanity.

At the press conference you said that Caroline had broken the rules.

I have nothing more to say.

But you were talking about a new leadership.

Did you mean yourself?

Unfortunately, I have a meeting now.

Is there another candidate for the presidency?

Ernst Ericsson with c and two s's.

And Sören Hammarsten.

Okay.

And the Karolinska Institute Nobel Committee?

I'll see what I can find.

Thank you.

Everybody has been looking for an external enemy.

It was a natural assumption

that it should be a terrorist group or religious fanatics.

But?

I think it's an internal conflict within the Nobel Committee.

The police know who the murderer is.

She's an American assassin, and her goal was not Aaron Wiesel.

It was Caroline von Behring.

A contract killing.

What if it was someone from the committee who ordered the murder?

We must redouble our efforts.

Check out this angle.

Get it delivered to the Newsroom.

It's almost finished.

What do I say to Spike?

Nothing.

You talk to me directly.

Here. Here you go.

Already? But didn't we—

Yes, but it's finished.

"The story of a strong woman's life and death. She moved effortlessly...

Uncomplicated and with a strong sense of justice.

And the young man by her side..."

Really good start. Strong.

Pictures are available on the server.

We must first identify the person who ordered the murder.

What do you know about him besides having access to a lot of money?

If it's a 'him'.

Do you think it was an accident?

What do you think?

I know what happened at the Nobel Ceremony.

Thanks for this. I know you're busy.

I heard about your PhD student.

Yes. Terrible story.

A door was jammed.

Such a young, talented man.

The first time we met, you asked

if Caroline could be the target.

Why would you think that?

Caroline...

Caroline looked at me when she died, and it was as if she wanted to tell me something.

As if she knew something.

She would have told me if she had.

It was me she confided in.

But you didn't hear anything she said?

Or maybe you heard, but didn't understand?

No, nothing.

Caroline had a different view of Nobel's will.

She thought we should interpret it from a contemporary viewpoint.

Even though she had the committee against her?

She felt that Nobel would have been on her side.

He was like her, a visionary. Not an old, dusty male.

There are many Ernst Ericssons in the Nobel environment.

And then there are people who are slightly more progressive.

Also on the committee?

Who for example?

Sören Hammarsten. He would be a good president.

He has a feel for future research.

He understands what we're doing.

Will he not take over then? He's the acting chairman.

Not if you believe the rumors.

What do they say?

That it's Ernst Ericsson.

He has been...

...recklessly pushing himself forward in recent years.

And the chair is one of the most powerful positions in academia.

If you want to write about the power struggle in the committee,

it's fine to begin with Ernst.

May I ask something?

How well do you know Birgitta Larsen?

Not particularly well.

I have met her in connection with a research grant.

But she and Caroline were close friends.

Yes. Why do you ask?

I think if she knew anything about Caroline, she would say so.

But I don't know.

Thank you for your time.

It was nice.

Before you go...

Would you like to meet again?

For a cup of coffee, or a glass of wine, or something.

That wouldn't be a good idea. I'm married.

Or we live together.

Sorry. I didn't mean to push.

No, it's totally okay.

You have 14 new messages.

It's Lotte from the school center.

Kalle fell and hurt himself.

He might need stitches.

Can you call me?

Hey, it's me. Kalle hurt himself. I'm on my way to the emergency room.

Where are you?

I'm in the emergency department, and Kalle's being X-rayed.

Annika, where the hell are you?

Kalle needs stitches. Call me. Now!

Hello, sweetheart. How are you?

Hi. I'm Annika, Kalle's mother.

Much obliged.

How are you?

They put stitches in my head.

Yeah, I can see.

What happened?

He fell off a climbing frame.

They were stupid.

Who?

What happened?

I didn't fall.

Benjamin pushed me.

Deliberately?

Come, we'll take you home.

The daycare center said it was an accident. These things happen.

Do you believe them rather than your own son?

We must believe what Kalle says.

We don't want to have a conflict with such nice neighbors.

The daycare center knows how to deal with such matters.

What do you mean by "such matters"?

This is damn serious.

He could have died.

Have you talked to the parents?

I talked to Maria. She thinks Benjamin didn't meant anything by it.

So you won't do anything?

I didn't say that.

But no one saw what happened.

Kalle was pushed down.

And if nobody does anything, you can be sure that it will happen again.

Stop it! I had it first!

What the hell?

What are you doing?

Stop it.

What?

Listen. I'm going to tell you something.

If you just once, just one single time

do something to Kalle again,

I will kill you.

"She moved naturally in the boardroom, in associations, and among friends.

Uncomplicated and spontaneous and with a strong sense of justice."

You could get a job at Vanity Fair.

More like Women and Clothes.

I think it's good.

Do you? Thank you.

Story of a Strong Woman's Life and Death

Have you got a cold?

No.

I've just had a smoke.

That nicotine gum was useless, so now I have gone over to something stronger.

You have a responsibility to the truth, but you have failed.

Not everyone is happy about it.

Listen.

"You have a responsibility to the truth, but you have failed.

Caroline had secrets. She was playing a dirty game.

It didn't go unpunished."

Who sent it?

It was anonymous.

Anonymous? Then they are cowards.

Caroline Andersson.

Andersson.

Did you check her with the Nobel Committee?

Yes.

Where is Ernst Ericsson?

Ernst Ericsson. Here.

It's not because he needs the money that he wants the Presidency.

30 million kroner in private capital.

Torö, is that his home address?

Yes. Well, it should be.

Can find out see who sent it here?

I can try.

Thank you.

Nobel House.

I would like to speak to Ernst Ericsson?

He's not here.

This is for Evening Press. Do you know where I could find him?

He's working from home today. I can give you a phone number.

Ernst Ericsson.

Annika Bengtzon, Evening Press.

I got an email regarding my article on Caroline von Behring.

We will give you the opportunity to comment on it.

I don't know what you're talking about. I have no comment.

Thank you.

Hallo?

Hallo?

Ernst?

Hallo?

I thought we had a deal.

I haven't written anything. I just wanted a comment.

Go home. We'll call you if we want something.

What will you publish?

Nothing.

We must first notify his relatives.

And when you've done that?

Three dead in Nobel environment in three days. You gotta have a theory.

Could it be the Kitten?

Why would you think so?

If Ernst Ericsson ordered the murder, she might kill him.

No, I think not.

It was not a professional murder.

Where are you going?

Back to the newspaper.

I'm no longer bound by the confidentiality clause.

I wrote nothing for fear of warning Kitten, but now it's not her.

I forbid you to write.

Then shoot me.

It's Bernard Thorell, Medi-Tec. Please leave a message.

Hey, it's Annika. I have some more questions for you about the committee.

It's about Sören Hammarsten and his position.

Will you call me when you get this?

You have a responsibility to the truth, but you have failed.

Caroline Andersson had secrets.

It's a matter of human dignity and ethics.

This is not the right place for a discussion.

Mom, we're home!

Hi, cute cubs.

Hello, darling. Hey.

How did it go today?

Good.

Mom, you know what happened today?

Benjamin had to go home because he peed in his pants.

Go out and play.

Hey.

What is it?

Did you tell Benjamin that you'd kill him?

Who said that?

Maria, Benjamin's mother.

She was pretty upset.

Nobody would do anything.

So you're threatening an eight-year-old?

Someone had to say something.

You wouldn't do anything.

You're bloody crazy.

I'm ashamed of you.

Go over and say sorry.

Not now.

Gotta work. I'll be back late.

Hey.

Hello.

Thanks for meeting me so late.

I didn't know if you wanted red or white.

I really prefer beer.

I thought so.

Excuse me, do you have a pen I can borrow?

Yes.

Thank you.

Cheers.

I have known Hammarsten for six or seven years. He has no ambition for power.

But he's the obvious candidate.

He's the best candidate.

But it's the scientists who want him. It's not Sören himself.

But the conflict between Hammarsten and Ericsson seems quite personal.

Yes, but mostly from Ernst's side.

He can be rather inflexible.

You must have noticed.

What do you mean?

Last time we met, I had a feeling that you wanted to talk to him again.

Yes, but I couldn't get hold of him.

You...

I was glad you called.

I've been thinking of you.

I've thought of you ever since the party.

Yes, I remember that evening.

Where were you?

I was looking for you.

I had to stay and talk to the police.

But you did well.

You saw her, didn't you?

Who?

It doesn't matter.

Did you see her?

The girl with the gun?

No, it doesn't matter.

Yes...

It's getting late. I'd better go now.

I'll pay.

Thank you.

And thanks for your time.

Munich, Germany

Hey.

I've traced the anonymous mail.

Yes?

It was sent from Karolinska server.

Here is the name.

Birgitta Larsen.

Thank you.

I should have revealed Caroline's secret,

but I didn't want to get involved.

I thought it was over, but now...

Someone broke into my laboratory.

They left it here.

A photo of Caroline

from a congress in Helsinki in the 90s.

I don't understand.

Caroline's big breakthrough as a researcher came with an article in Science Magazine,

but the magazine wanted to verify the results.

They're fairly routine checks.

However, Caroline simply went to the Congress.

So she cheated?

No need to put it that way. It was a routine check.

And it was not her who fabricated the results.

It was me.

I helped her fill them in and send them to Science Magazine.

But someone found out?

Yes.

One of her PhD students.

Bernhard Thorell.

He broke into the laboratory.

He wants me to stay silent.

Did it succeed?

Caroline felt that someone threatened her at the party.

But she didn't say who.

She said that if they found her, I could find everything in her file.

I've told this to the police,

but they found nothing.

Good.

How'd it go?

We have interrogated him, but in addition to Larsen's review

there is nothing that links him to the murder at the City Hall.

Then, you released him?

He's still a suspect.

We just can't hold him.

The archive. Caroline von Behring's archive.

We tried, but found nothing.

Thank you.

It was so little.

Do you know what a Nobel Prize is worth to a company like Medi-Tec?

The mention? Recognition?

At least 50 billion dollars.

I've tried everything,

but I haven't found anything.

But it must be here.

Yes, it should.

What about the computer?

We can check.

And on the web?

I don't know.

How?

I keep things on the web. She probably had a webmail.

Okay.

It's just the temperature in the test cabinet.

The alarms are so sensitive. I'll be right back.

Andersson.

Shit.

Andrietta.

My name is Caroline von Behring.

What I will tell you regards one of my old PhD students.

I've never told this to anyone before, but I have to now.

For he has returned,

and this time he'll want more.

Hi, Birgitta.

The first time I succumbed I approved his thesis.

Even though I knew it didn't hold water.

He has contacted me again.

He wants the Nobel Prize.

It's easy.

Pull back the review, so it doesn't happen again.

No. I won't do it.

No.

No, turn it off.

He wants me to lead his researchers toward the Nobel Prize in medicine.

My answer was simple. I said no.

Should we continue with the rabbits?

No, stop.

I beg you.

Will you not quit?

He's given me an ultimatum.

If his researchers aren't among the winners, I'm dead.

Hello?

Birgitta?

Yes?

I have found the archive, and she mentions a name.

Annika,

I'm coming right away.

Hey, it's Annika.

I'm on Karolinska with Birgitta,

and I'm sending you a file.

Look at it as soon as you get it.

It'll be in the newspaper tomorrow.

Come and see this.

Gladly.

What will you show me?

No, no.

What is this?

Bernhard says

that if his researchers aren't among the winners, I'm dead.

You can't ruin it now, you little...

Annika!

Annika!

He's given me an ultimatum.

We publish in three weeks.

If his researchers aren't among the winners, I'm dead.

Damn. Off to Karolinska.

Here. Drive here.

Stop!

Bernhard Thorell!

Get out of the car.

Stop! I said stop!

Bernhard Thorell is suspected of having hired a hitman.

Discovered by journalist Annika Bengtzon...

...Caroline von Behring during the Nobel Ceremony on 10th December.

Thorell must have blackmailed von Behring to give him the Nobel Prize...

Police suspect Thorell for the murder of the Nobel President.

Hitman is on the run.

Okay, we go up to eight pages now.

We're changing the front page.

Good job, Bengtzon.

Look.

Mother, look here.

Mom, look.

There we have it, nice.

It's pink.

There we go.