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Kajsa!

Kajsa!

Kajsa!

Come here. Why do you always
have to be this way?

OK, ladies. That's everyone.

You're coming, right?

Move a bit closer.

Looking good.

Stop it, Johan.

Kajsa, smile.

Stop it, Johan.
Kajsa!

Come here, sweetheart.
Act civilised for once.

Thank you.

Right. Smile, everyone.

Gentlemen, the world awaits.

Malte. Villum.
I want to show you something.

Cheers.
Cheers!

Delicious.

What happened, Kajsa?

Was it Oxen?

♪ Lay down
Light as you are

♪ It all comes back to you
It all comes back to you

♪ Underneath

♪ Break into pieces

♪ Breaking through to you
Breaking through to you. ♪

- You missed the exit.
The city's not safe.

Why not?

Oxen has a video of Rosborg
killing Virginia Westermann.

Danehof knows.
It's our life insurance.

We've found you
a little house.

You can lie low there.
- In the countryside?

A new phone.

Have you recovered my cloud?
IT did their best.

- Is there nothing from the cellar?
- Only what you saw on the CCTV.

Where were people sitting?
How many were there?

Maybe three.
Yes?

Yes, three. Corfitzen and...

I don't know
who the other two were.

If it smells like fish,
it'll taste divine.

They had dinner.
Then the Minister of Justice arrived.

Ulrik Rosborg.
Ulrik, handsome man.

Corfitzen was sucking up to him.
Have a seat.

- Excessively.
What else?

One of the men said they could get
the PM a flat in Washington.

Why?
To live in when he retires.

Why would he retire?

He's doing well in the polls
and has half his term left.

I guess he fucked up
They want to get rid of him.

And install Ulrik Rosborg
as prime minister.

They're planning
to take power in Denmark.

We need that video from Oxen.

MINISTER OF JUSTICE
COMMITS MURDER

- I'll get your things.
- Thanks.

The car is for you.

We've provided everything you need.
Food, bed linen, towels.

Toothpaste, toothbrush,
toilet paper. Wi-Fi.

It's bloody remote.
- Yes. We're closing ranks now.

NYBORG CASTLE MUSEUM

Mail for you, Malte.
Thanks.

Did you look at the layouts?
Not yet.

Could you do that today, please?
Yes.

What is it?
- I don't...

Read it.

"Malte Bulbjerg, grandchild of Karl
Erik Ryttinger, happened to witness

the execution of the decision
made on November 13th, 1990."

I was only 7 when Grandad was killed.
I barely remember him.

"Young Malte has been appointed
Museum Director of Nyborg Castle.

"Could pose a danger to us
in his new position.

Elimination
should be considered."

What the hell is this?
- I'm calling Frigg Mossman.

- Who's that?
The head of the PET.

How do you know
the head of the PET?

She was interested
in my PhD on Danehof.

Will you please tell me
what's going on?

Answer me, Malte. What's going on?
- I don't know.

Hi.

- Christ.
- Happy birthday to our son.

Pull the blinds down.

- Did Magnus have a good day?
- He got your watch.

Was he pleased?
Ecstatic.

Where is he?
Come with me.

He's completely wiped out.

- I guess we have a teenager.
- God help us.

- No, don't wake him.
- Just to say happy birthday.

I'm the one left with a crying kid
who won't know when he'll see you.

Birgitte...
- No. You need to go now, Niels.

You can't just pop
in and out of his life.

He's my son, damn it.
Come back when you can be a dad.

Don't you get it?
He can't take this anymore.

Mum?

Was that Dad?
No.

- I thought I heard his voice.
No.

You know what happens if you do this.
- What?

Every news desk will see
that video tomorrow.

Don't forget you have a son.

He's cute when he sleeps.

Hopefully, he won't be missing
his new watch.

What the hell are you doing?
You're supposed to watch my family.

What is it?
Someone was here.

Calm down.

Mossman.
Incident in Frederikshavn.

My colleague is working something out
with the head of the PET, but...

Listen to me, Magnus.

I knew I heard your voice.
Yes.

- What's with your throat?
- Nothing.

You need to go
to your aunt's in Vancouver.

- Aren't you coming?
- No, I'm not coming.

You said
we'd see the black bears.

I know, but it's too dangerous.
Can't you protect us?

No, I can't.

I need to go underground.
Far away from you.

Niels!

Magnus, sweetie.

Sweetie, it's because...

Listen to me. It's too dangerous
for us to be with Dad right now.

There.

There, there...

It's OK, sweetie.

Where is Oxen now?
- He's talking to his son.

I need to talk to him.
Restrain him if needed.

Where's Niels Oxen?

Have you heard from Oxen?
No. Why?

Kajsa found him.
- How?

It's an old police trick
to show up on a kid's birthday.

Did he manage
to draw up his life insurance?

No idea.

Sure you haven't heard from him?
How? I don't think he has a phone.

His son and ex-wife
have been put on a plane.

When you see him, tell him
his son's looking at black bears.

When?
- Find him.

- Hi, Frigg.
Hello, Malte.

- My husband, Carl Jessen.
- Frigg Mossman.

- Should we look at that letter?
Yes.

"Danehof, 1321".
Do you think it's genuine?

Very possibly.
It lines up with my research.

Danehof has kept records
since its founding

and up until the 14th century
when the King dissolved Danehof.

But I don't understand this.
The date says 1990.

It's about my grandad,
whom I told you about. And his murder.

"Our esteemed Karl Erik Ryttinger
is now senile and a danger to us all.

We hereby recommend his membership
of our parliament be terminated."

What parliament?
They can't be referring to Danehof.

That's exactly what they're
referring to. Danehof still exists.

November 13th, 1990.

I slept at my grandad's
the day after.

He was killed that evening.
It's described in the document as well.

"The grandchild of Karl Erik Ryttinger
happened to witness

the execution of the decision
made on November 13th, 1990."

And this last one...

It's from this year and mentions
my new job as museum director.

"Could pose a danger to us
in his new position.

Elimination
should be considered."

So when you took up the post
at the museum, they wrote this.

Well, I'm heading a major
impending renovation of Nyborg Castle.

The work includes the Danehof Hall.
Maybe that's why.

Do you have access to it?

Yes...

So Danehof ruled Denmark
from here in the Middle Ages.

More than 800 years ago,
right here. Incredible, isn't it?

Who knew you were there
the night he was killed?

Only my grandad's best friend,
Vitus Sander.

He came over for dinner.
Grandma was out.

But how would Danehof
even know I was there?

No one saw me, and the police kept
my name out of the investigation.

Do you know if Vitus Sander had ties
to Danehof like your grandfather?

No. I've always thought
Danehof belonged to the Middle Ages.

You can't tell anyone
about this.

No one at all.
You have to take this seriously.

I'll get back to you ASAP
with some security measures.

I've trailed Oxen on CCTV
to a petrol station where he got a lift.

The driver says he dropped him off
by a forest about 100 km south.

- His home turf with no CCTV.
- Exactly.

But I've found
a possible weak spot.

Malte Bulbjerg received these.
Are they from Nørlund Castle?

Yes, it could be Oxen's work.

Did he print these or receive them?
Receive.

Get me blue lights and a magnifier.
I'll try to decode the steganography.

Come on.

Come on out here. I'm waiting.
Are you sure about this?

He has a safe full of cash.
Of course, I'm sure. Come on.

What if he sees us?
Then it's two against one.

Besides,
he's a drunken old fool. Come.

What the hell
are you doing here?

Goddamn it.

Don't look at me.
Look down.

My name is Claus Ole,
but just call me Fisk.

Everyone does.

Are you deaf?

Sorry. I don't understand. What?

From Romania.

Romania? Yes.

I'm Dragos.

Dragos from Romania! Ha! Ha-ha-ha!

Dragos! Ha-ha!

Where do you live?

Nowhere.

You can stay here

as long as you like.

I'm sorry about the... mess.

Agh! This is the best hotel in town.
Ha-ha!

Nice and warm.

FISK: Hey!

Arseholes!

Yes.

That'll teach you,
bloody cormorant.

Good morning!

It's just the birds. They take the
fish.

OK?

Just one last one.

Damn birds!

See, the sun is rising

Out of the sea
Vitus...

Death's dark shadows vanish

Like morning dew

I can't cut while you sing.

Two more verses,
then I'm dead.

Oh, what songs of gladness
rise evermore

When the sun stands radiant
on life's bright shore

Is that your favourite hymn?
For when the coffin's carried off.

You have a visitor.

How nice of you
to visit me, Malte.

And for you to remember me
even when I'm unforgivably old.

Châteauneuf.
Your grandfather loved this.

Why have you come?

- I want an explanation.
- About what?

About that night.

It's been 30 years.
I still have nightmares about it.

What's that got to do with me?
Vitus...

You were close.
Not then.

You were there that night.
So was I.

We had dinner.
You drank wine.

Châteauneuf.
Always Châteauneuf.

And...

I remember you folded
a napkin into a mouse.

It darted
through your fingers.

Not a napkin,
it was my handkerchief.

Your grandfather thought
it was a bit nasty. I guess it was.

Can't you call for
what's-her-name?

Louise!

- Louise!
Yes?

My Burgundy glasses.

Can you still make that mouse?

He stomped on it.

In anger.

Who? Grandad?
No, not your grandfather.

Then who? Who was it?
What happened that night, Vitus?

If I tell you,
I'll get the Black Spot.

The Black Spot?

The death sentence
among pirates.

Will it be ready for the gala?

Hello there. How are you?
Fine.

Isn't Per great?
Indeed.

I've tried to reach you.
You're not answering.

L
I need the list of ministers
before you inform the monarch.

Well, it's a delicate balance.

Ulrik, I don't need
your considerations.

All right then.

Accepted. Except for one.

Signe Sol Hjertebjerg
won't be Minister of Justice.

That'll be tough.

Better to have someone
pissing out of the tent than into it.

It's out of the question.

Do you have an invoice?

52,000 kroner.
Why don't I get that?

Thanks very much.
You'll look fantastic.

Great work, Per.

Come on in. You must be tired.

Let's get some food. And get the
beer in the fridge. OK?

I hope you're not too hard. You
worked really well today.

So, thank you very much.

Skal? Skal, yeah. Skal.

SKØRPING LIBRARY

Skørping?

Good work, Dragos. Let's get some
food.

...it's possible... Do you have...?

Oh, you want to loan the car?

Yes.

Not like that.

No.

Thank you.

You come back?

I promise. OK.

Thank you.

See you. Yeah. See you.

Hi.

Hi.

It's just me. AND

How did you find me?
- You're a creature of habit.

I got the documents
for Bulbjerg.

The printer makes
a small pattern, nearly invisible...

Nothing's changed.

Are you back with the Service?

Frigg's put me in a safe house
out in the sticks.

She wanted me
to pass a message on to you.

"Magnus is looking
at black bears."

Thank you.

And she wants the USB
so she can prosecute Rosborg.

No way.

Danehof wants him as PM.
What's the best way to prevent that?

If we die,
the video breaks globally.

You're paranoid.
- Am I? - Yes you are.

You don't find it odd? She sends you
to a safe house, then to look for me.
MANDG

Not really. She knows
I can look after myself.

Does she know you found me?
- No

Good. Don't tell her.
Thanks for the message.

Wait.

My new number,
if you ever need anything.

Look after yourself.

You too.

I've located Oxen. I'll follow him.
Roger that.

You what?
- I told Vitus about the documents.

Which we agreed
you wouldn't do.

For 30 years, it's been locked in here,
and now it's all falling apart.

OK. Tell me exactly
what happened.

Vitus...

He dodged my questions about
the night my grandfather was killed.

Back then, after the dinner,
Corfitzen from Nørlund Castle came by.

Grandad told me to go to bed
so the grownups could talk.

From my room I could hear
Grandad and Corfitzen arguing loudly.

Then I heard a door slamming.
Corfitzen and Vitus left.

I fell asleep.

Later on, I woke up
to knocking on the door.

Grandad...

He wouldn't open the door.
He just sat there talking to himself.

I told him to open the door.

Maybe Mum or Grandma
had forgotten their key.

Who was it then?

I don't know,
and Vitus wouldn't tell me.

But he admitted
to knowing about the decision.

He'd come to warn Grandad, but didn't.
He understood Danehof's decision.

Grandad was going senile.
He was so angry and aggressive.

I just have this word
stuck in my head: succession.

Grandad kept talking
about succession.

Hello?

Tell me everything you remember
from your visit today.

Little Malte was suddenly there
in my living room.

He had some
of the Danehof documents.

- Did you see them?
There's no doubt.

That was proof

of our ultimate decision
for Ryttinger.

I also told him about
your father and his decision.

Yes, I...

I couldn't help it.

It was the Châteauneuf
and the morphine.

I'm sorry.
It's fine.

I'm sorry.
You just go to sleep now, Vitus.

Yes. Yes.
- Good night.

No, no.
Vitus, did you fall down?

Come on, up you go.

Nice and easy.
Steady your breathing.

You'll have a nice, long sleep.

Then the sun will rise,
and all will be well.

UNKNOWN CALLER

UNKNOWN CALLER

The doctor says
he died around 3am.

I found him just after dawn.
A sunbeam across his face.

The cold must've got to him.

He'd fallen out of bed.

He was a bit uneasy
when we said goodnight.

- And he'd drunk a lot of wine.
- Is that his phone?

I'm so sorry.

Sorry. I do apologise.

It's OK.
Are you OK?

I'm fine.
Are you bleeding?

- I'm so sorry.
It's fine.

- I'm keeping this.
- Yes.

Hold off on the undertaker.
I need Forensics first.

Right, of course.

- And again, sorry.
- It's fine.

Goodbye. Thank you.
Goodbye. Have a nice day.

Vitus Sander has been autopsied.

He was killed
by a high dose of morphine.

What?

- An accident?
It's impossible to prove.

He had a lot of medicine and alcohol
in his blood, but I'm certain.

Danehof means business.

Finally.

You're late
for an inner circle meeting.

Mind you, it concerns
the planning of the change of power.

You could've just begun.

An extraordinary gathering can't begin
until North, South and East are here.

Shall we?

Gentlemen....

the world awaits.

We need to talk about Malte.
Malte?

Malte Bulbjerg.

I didn't know we were
on a first-name basis.

He was sent four very compromising
Danehof documents.

From whom?
Niels Oxen, presumably.

The problem is that
Malte is talking to Frigg Mossman.

Which forces us
to make a tough decision.

You can't kill Malte.

Malte?

Malte, the guard is here.
We're leaving.

Malte?

Malte?

Malte?

Malte?

Hello? It's me.

Malte Bulbjerg is dead.

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