Original subtitles

Oh, sneaking about, are you?

Darling, I'm just topping up your supplies.

I've found the perfect cot with lockable swivel wheels.

-I'll send you a link. -Brilliant. Thanks, love.

[books smashing]

Fuck's sake, I haven't been this hungover since Dreamhack 2016.

I'll give you 500 quid if you shoot me in the head.

-I'll do it for free. -[sighs]

Pussy...

BABY STORE

[beeps]

[beeps]

-[error signal] -What the hell? This fucking router!

[sighs]

-Ow! -[noise and bang]

[computer whirs]

[groans]

[distant bang and shout]

[bangs]

[people approaching]

What's going on? Hello?!

[bangs]

What the hell?

-What the fuck are you doing? -[shots]

[groans]

No! No, Nina...

[distant shot]

[woman screams] Someone's shooting!

There's someone shooting!

We need to get out of here now! Everyone out!

We need to go, come on!

-Quickly, quickly! Run! -Back!

-[shot] -He's coming this way!

Run! In here!

-What the fuck is going on?! -Has anyone got a phone? Call the police!

-Anyone got a phone? -Here.

-Quiet! Quiet! -[hush]

-Emergency services, 112, what's happened? -There's a shooting at Dagbladet.

-Wait, where's Nina? -[sobs]

Yes, shots are being fired right now.

Has anyone seen Nina?

-Anyone got a phone? Fuck, unlock it! -[hushes]

[panting]

Hi, you've reached Nina Vojnovic, Dagbladet.

[muffled light grunt]

[muffled painful grunting]

[dial tone]

[phone rings]

[sobs, phone keeps ringing]

[sobbing]

[phone rings]

-Hi! You've reached Nina... -Fuck! She's not answering.

Fuck, we have to get her!

-No, you can't open the door! -She's bloody pregnant!

[distant gunman shouts] Sharmota!

-We can't just leave her in there! -You're staying here!

We're waiting for the police.

Fuck, get away from the door! Bea!

[theme song starts playing]

[theme song fades out]

BLINDED

TWO MONTHS EARLIER

[in foreign language] I used to pray for God to make the Taliban disappear.

But he doesn't seem to have listened.

[in English] This way.

[in foreign language] The Taliban went door to door, looking for young girls.

They took them as payment for fighting.

[foreign language]

[man translates to English] They make a price for their fighting.

Tell me about your school. What happened?

[foreign language]

"They closed my school."

"I wanted to become a vet."

But now that's not possible.

Please, I don't want to put my family in danger. [phone rings]

Yes? – Miss Farkas, we have to leave now.

-The agent is ready to meet us. -Okay.

Be careful with your questions.

Thank you so much. – Thank you.

[tense music playing]

[man] At the end of the 1880s–

–Stockholm had the highest number of telephones per capita in the world.

Back then we were called Vasa & Co Mechanical Workshop, with four employees.

Now here we are, 150 years later, looking to the future–

–to the new intelligence that 6G will bring.

VasaCom is contributing to e-health, offering higher precision in healthcare–

–smart agriculture, monitoring climate change–

–and an opportunity to global connectivity in the Metaverse.

We think that's worth celebrating.

Sweden's largest and oldest telecom company–

–with over 15,000 employees from over 100 countries.

Over 2,000 registered patents a year, a turnover of 350 billion–

–and now we're turning 150. Welcome!

Something like that! Short and sweet. Then I'll introduce Hugo Andersson.

Brilliant! Short and good. -[phone rings]

Good if Hugo keeps it short too.

-We'll see how that goes... -[laughs]

Right, you lot carry on. I'll be back shortly.

-Who else is giving speeches? -We've got the CEO from '94 to...

[in English] Okay, Stefan, she's here now. So I talk to you later, huh?

Miss Farkas! Finally, huh?

-Was it rush hour in Kabul? -It wasn't that bad.

-Good. Hi! Welcome. -Nice to meet you.

I don't have so much time, but–

–I wanted to see the face of the woman that's stalking me.

-Unfortunately, it's a big part of my job. -Please, sit.

[in foreign language] Get the lady some water!

Okay, maybe we should get started straight away...

-...since you're in a hurry. -Yes, please!

All right, so, from what I understand–

–you as an agent have some kind of responsibility for the...

...security down here. – Thank you.

Would you say it's safe for a foreign company to work here?

Yes, of course.

Since the Taliban took over, a lot of companies decided to leave.

Some left, some stayed.

Do the Taliban provide some kind of protection or safety–

–so that you can build here without disturbance?

-Not everyone here's Taliban, Miss Farkas. -Of course not.

We have normal people here too. We even have a market with stocks.

But according to my research, the Taliban control–

–every single region where you're building.

They know internet is important for the country and for the people.

So do the Taliban provide any protection?

-From what? -From them? Al-Qaeda?

-From other groups? -[mouth word]

Do they want something in return?

Are we talking bribes now?

[laughs]

Is that why you're here, Miss Farkas? To ask me if I'm bribing warlords?

Please, look around. Do you see any guns?

No, I don't. But I mean, it's not unheard of.

In 2022, a South African tele-company was convicted–

–for paying 100 million dollars to the Taliban's for protection.

So you're buying this US propaganda?

-[phone rings] One moment. -Yeah, okay.

Hello?

-Excuse me! You're Swedish, right? -Yes.

-Malin. -Beatrice Farkas, Dagbladet.

-I'm an engineer here. -We're writing a piece on you.

-What's it like working here, safety-wise? -Well, it's calm now.

-The first years were more tense. -[car honks]

We got stopped more, that sort of thing. I have to go.

Can I maybe get your number? We could meet in Stockholm.

[in foreign language] Move it now!

[in English] He's waiting for you.

-Next week then. -OK, yeah. That's great.

Miss Farkas, I'm very sorry, but something urgent's come up.

But have a safe trip home, huh?

[engine starts, revs]

[SMS signal]

SORRY FOR LATE REPLY. SHANGHAI IS NICE AND WE ENJOY IT. NEED TO FOCUS ON FAMILY NOW.

JUST WANTED TO WISH YOU GOOD LUCK. THANKS FOR EVERYTHING. /PEDER

SUCK MY COCK...

OK

It's probably not ideal having those boxes blocking the walkway.

[in English] These boxes, you have to move them, so you can walk here.

People can break their fucking leg.

[in Swedish] Excuse me! Do you know where the economy is?

-You need to go up one more floor. -Alright! Thank you so much.

-Welcome home! Jet-lagged? -I've slept so fucking badly.

Nightmares about bearded men shagging goats?

-Morning, everyone! -Morning!

-This is Karim, who I mentioned. -Hi! Good morning. Nice to be here.

-Make yourself at home. -Thank you.

Karim just got back from London, where he worked for Vice–

–on internationally acclaimed and award-winning stories.

And you've worked on the road a lot, as I've understood.

Yeah, but it's nice to be back and especially nice it's at Dagbladet.

We're glad too.

Karim's got loads of new ideas and will bring a fresh perspective.

Kajsa's just coming, so we'll have the morning meeting after that.

Heads up, here comes the executioner.

Morning! Bright-eyed and bushy-tailed?

-Ah, you're the new star! -Karim.

Kajsa. Welcome. Rapp raved about your Tehran dating app piece.

-That was good. -Thanks.

As Nina flagged earlier, changes are coming to all departments.

-Are we getting the sack? -Thanks for the optimism, Björn.

-There's been talk of a sale. -A sale?

Montagne Media's been shopping around.

Nothing in this country is Swedish any more.

So it was better in the old days? Interesting observation.

Stop it! Can't you just tell us how this will affect us?

No, but I don't know Bea! I know nothing.

But I want to stress this isn't about downsizing.

I promise, you'll be the first to know when I hear anything.

Thanks, everyone. Good work.

Let's thank Kajsa for the update.

Hey! I never got to say hi properly.

-Beatrice Farkas, right? -That's right... Hi.

Karim.

-Sorry about earlier. -No worries.

"The boxes" are gone anyway, and no one got hurt.

This is J-A. If you've got tech issues or need tips on super-sketchy porn sites…

-…he's your guy! -Shut it!

-Sorry, I was just about to start work. -It's fine! I won't bother you.

But if you've got time, I'd love to have a chat with you sometime.

Maybe over coffee or lunch. Whatever you like.

Sounds good.

[chuckles]

[J-A chuckles]

[beeps]

[phone rings]

-Hi, it's Malin. -Hi! Bea Farkas, Dagbladet.

-Right, hi! -Hi!

You said you'd be back tomorrow. Can we meet?

Yeah, it'll have to be in the evening though.

Okay, great! How about 7? [man speaks]

What did you want to talk about?

-[man] Change car. -Wait.

-What? -You have to change car.

-Sorry, I have to hang up. -Okay, 7 tomorrow then.

-Is something wrong? -[hangs up the phone]

[car door opens]

Out!

Lovely invite, thanks Sandra.

-We're not inviting Wassgren, right? -I think we have to, unfortunately.

Stefan here.

What?

Oh wow, that's lovely.

So many… one for each day?

This is just my project.

My neighbour's a midwife and is helping document it.

How does it feel, then? You're going to be a dad, fuck's sake!

It feels amazing, but also a bit scary.

Nina's over 40, and this came out of nowhere.

-And how old are you again? - -Shut it! Classified, you know that!

-[Bea laughs] -Well...

No concrete proof of bribes yet?

No, but I'm interviewing Stefan Tibast tomorrow, so we'll see.

Hey, I was thinking, wouldn't you benefit from a little back-up, huh?

-I suggest bringing in Karim. -Sure, once he's finished sixth form.

His Iran piece made serious fucking waves!

I think you should be careful putting him on a pedestal!

Karim's an amazing hire! Lots of people fought to get him.

-So, your dig... -What about it?

-It's taking a while. -Who said that?

-[phone rings] -Wait, who said that?

Ah, Nina said it.

Hey, love! I'm on my way.

Plopp or Daim? Both? Okay.

-Unbelievable. -Kisses.

You're whipped at home and a tyrant at work.

Give him a chance, okay?

-Do your research, then we'll talk. -Thanks. Wow.

-What is it? -VasaCom.

They build telecom masts in Afghanistan–

–selling licences to the country's biggest mobile operator.

-VasaCom, Finnish. -The contract's worth six billion dollars.

-So what's the angle? -That they're bribing the Taliban.

-[whistles] -Good luck.

Beatrice Farkas. I've got an appointment with Stefan Tibast.

-Just a moment. -Thank you.

Hi! Sandra. We spoke on the phone earlier.

There's been a clash with Stefan's schedule today. We're sorry about that.

We'll get back to you with a new date.

I promise I'll be in touch as soon as I've spoken to Stefan.

[dial tone]

Hi. This is Malin Johansson at VasaCom. Please, leave a message.

-[beeps] -Hi, Malin.

Bea Farkas, Dagbladet. I'm waiting for you at the café.

Please call or text me and let me know if you're coming. Bye.

LIVES IN STOCKHOLM MARRIED TO ERICA FISCHER

FRIDAY CUDDLE TURNED INTO CHAOS

"He found me. Are you and the kids okay?"

[SMS signal] "Yeah. You?"

“I'm fine. Don't worry.”

In the name of Allah, in whose name nothing on earth can cause harm…

Baby, say hello to our latest family member.

You won the auction. What did it go for?

-48K. No, sorry. 54K. -But didn't we say max…?

Babe, calfskin, vintage… I'm the only one in Sweden who owns one.

-[doorbell rings] -Here he comes. Can you get the door?

Don't forget to ask about that pay rise, okay?

-Hi! -Hey! Come on in!

Shut up, you look amazing.

You're not looking too shabby yourself – lost a few pounds?

-Drag Bjarne to the gym. -Yeah.

If you need seed money, you know where to turn.

When would I have time to develop a business idea?

-Hi! -Hey! Welcome.

Are you into art?

That's actually my grandfather, Yngve Rasmussen.

He used to paint a bit of nature in his spare time.

How about modern art?

Yeah, it's… interesting.

Well...

Here are the Dagbladet figures from the last fifteen years.

I wouldn't recommend VasaCom to buy.

That fucking paper has already cost me a fortune.

I want influence over their narrative from now on.

Montagne Media have made a bid.

I know. Probably over a few bottles of Burgundy.

Find out what their bid is.

Yeah, total red flag here. Full-on blisters. Big no-no.

I was just thinking…

I've been working at BIAB for a while now.

I've pulled off quite a bit, so a little something wouldn't be unreasonable.

Pay rise or bonus – either is fine.

You find out the French offer, and we'll sort it.

[chuckles]

-Right. Cheers! -Cheers, fuck's sake!

There she is! Grab her!

[inaudible buzz from crowd]

STOP BODY SHAMING

Drive, for fuck's sake!

We've got problems with the anorexia groups in Utah. Total extremists.

They've filed a lawsuit with a statement from an American doctor.

His patients supposedly lost 80% of their appetite–

–due to elevated semaglutide levels in the injection.

-What are they suing you for? -Everything and then some.

It's the fattest country in the world. I'm doing them a favour.

And now you're here with Daddy.

Are you planning to invest in Dagbladet? What are you up to?

Let me handle media. I've got loads of followers.

Yeah, but VasaCom doesn't even use TikTok or Instagram.

That's one of your many mistakes.

If you want market share, you need to create your own content.

This is Malin Johansson at VasaCom. Leave a message.

Bea, do you know about their project in West Africa – Senegal and Gabon?

-Uh, yeah. -The one in Congo too?

-That was quite a while ago, right? 2008? -2008 to 2014.

-Have you gone through them? -I've skimmed through them, yes.

-What's your take? -That it was on another continent.

Mm. Still, I've got some threads I'd like to pull.

Absolutely. There's loads of material – go for it.

-Who did you speak to at VasaCom? -Someone called Sandra.

-Stefan Tibast's assistant? -Maybe.

She said Malin had to stay on a few more days.

Something about a satellite link issue. It was an emergency.

-Sounds a bit odd, doesn't it? -Shit, now I'm getting paranoid.

She should've called me. It must be something to do with the connection.

Probably, but let me know if you hear from her. I'm trying too.

-Mm. Bye. -Thanks.

-Hi! Karim. I'm the one who called. -I told you I didn't have time.

You were one of the people let go when they started building down in Congo.

You know what... I stopped seeing myself as part of that company ages ago.

Then I interpret that to mean some conflicts within the company.

You know what? I'm heading off now. Bye! Take care.

Hi!

See you next week! Bye.

Hey!

Please, Marie. That taxi ride took forever.

Come and sit down, have a drink, relax. I've got you this.

Are you serious? How old are you? Do you really work at the Dagbladet?

I look young, but I'm actually 55.

-Do you always come on like this? -Only with you, Marie.

Look, I don't want to waste your time. I know it's precious.

But I want to ask what happened at VasaCom during the Congo project.

It got very top-down and information slipped through the cracks.

-Top-down from Tibast? -Mm.

We had different views on a few things.

-About Congo or something more specific? -The agent.

He got paid an obscene amount for a one-man company.

When I looked into his expenses, I was shut down.

I felt I couldn't work like that and probably made too much noise.

What was the agent's role?

Contacts, local knowledge, and security, of course.

It was quite unstable down there at the time.

We had a Swedish private security firm at first.

But they flew him home after just a month.

What was his name?

Excuse me! Christian Möller?

Karim Abassi, Dagbladet. I've been trying to reach you today.

I have some questions about the work you did for VasaCom in Congo.

Come in. Take a seat.

They need to carry out the operation immediately.

Send the message that we can't guarantee their safety–

–unless their debts are paid.

Collect her things!

A mate of my brother recommended this place.

You said something about Congo.

[in foreign language] Karim! How are you?

Good. My brother sends his regards.

-Who's she? -A colleague.

What can I get you?

[in Swedish] The lamb's supposed to be really good.

-Alright! Then I'll have… lamb fries. -Okay, sure!

May I recommend the lamb tagine instead?

Or you order what you want and I'll order what I want – win-win.

I'll take the lamb fries and a glass of Chianti, please.

I'll have the lamb tagine and a Coke Zero, thanks.

Hey, Nina and Rapp – when did that become a thing?

How about, we focus on work instead of gossip and crap talk?

Of course, fine by me.

[foreign language] Here's a Coke Zero. Does she know what she ordered?

-Not a clue. -No...

What's so funny?

Not everyone realises what a delicacy this is.

-What do you mean? -What you ordered – testicles.

They're done in some kind of home-made curry sauce.

Perfect!

-I can change your order if you want. -No, it's fine.

-Just that for you then? -Yeah.

-Did you had something? -Well…

I spoke to Christian Möller earlier today.

-Do you know who that is? -No.

He was the head of security for VasaCom in Congo.

He tried to get them to stop the project. 3G was the name of the game then.

The thing is, they knew there were rebels down there.

And they knew that these rebels wanted to be paid.

So they asked Christian to handle it – he refused.

Then they sent him home and brought in a Congolese agent instead.

-How do you know all this? -I told you – I spoke to Möller.

Okay.

-"Okay"? -Good.

"Good"? Let's drink to the breakthrough!

-You're so bloody full of yourself. -"Full of yourself"?

-Lamb fries. -Here are your lamb balls.

And a lemon-scented lamb stew for me.

-Thanks. -Thank you!

If you want a taste of mine, help yourself.

I'm good. I love testicles.

Dear friends, I'm afraid I have to go. I've got an early meeting tomorrow.

Hope to see you all again soon. Take care!

Hi, Kajsa. Bjarne Rasmussen. Pleasure.

I know Hannes Peters, the lawyer at your firm.

-We're golf buddies. -Right…

-He speaks very highly of you. -Oh really?

So this is where the big media deals begin, is it?

Seems like it. I don't usually go to these things. I'm heading home.

-Nice meeting you. -Networking's not my thing either.

I should be off too. What are we drinking here?

It's some organic bubbly. Not bad, actually.

Do you like natural wines? I find them a bit sour.

But I always start with a couple of glasses. Cheers!

-Why did you move back? -I missed home.

-And one story got a bit messy. -What kind of story?

It was about female imams in London.

One of them started her own congregation and got some backlash.

I met this woman and she was very open with her life. Easy to talk to.

-But her husband didn't like it. -Okay?

He got controlling, tried to make her quit the congregation.

-Did she? -No, but she left him.

And he got the idea that it was all because of me.

He was ashamed, started drinking, ended up in and out of psychiatric care.

Some say he's been radicalised, but I don't know.

I think he's just an offended and bitter man.

-So the story never got published? -No.

I packed my things and moved here. It was just too much.

I get it.

Shit, they're packing up. [phone rings]

We should ask for the bill.

Hello?

Have you checked everywhere? Did you look in the bowl by the sideboard?

No? Okay, I'm coming. Kisses.

-Something wrong? -Granny's lost her keys again.

She's getting forgetful. I need to go.

-Oh, fuck! I need to book a taxi. -No, give me the keys. I'll drive.

Save you the trip across town tomorrow to pick up the car.

-You sure? -I'll help you look too.

Four eyes are better than two.

No, wait!

You should put them in the same place every time and you know where they are.

-I told you, I did put them there! -But you haven't put them here.

But... I put them there!

You'll have to excuse me, I look like a complete wreck.

But Bea didn't say she had company.

-You're not married with kids, are you? -Me? No, no.

You see, Bea's got a knack for sniffing out jerks.

-We're just colleagues. -Yeah, yeah. Sit down.

This one's from my cousin. What's his name again?

Bea, what's your cousin called? The one in Tapolca? Anyway...

He sends ten bottles every Christmas.

They were in the bread basket this time. I'll put them in the bowl in the hall now.

Thanks, love. What would I do without you?

-Pálinka? -No thanks. I've stopped drinking.

-He doesn't drink either. -You don't look fully Swedish.

-No, I was born in Tunisia. -So how'd you end up here?

Long story. Me and my... [phone vibrates]

Me and my brother moved here with our dad.

HAVE SOME STUFF FOR YOU. /MÖLLER

He met a Swedish woman. We were living in Paris at the time.

-Does your dad have more than one wife? -Grandma!

[laughs] No, not that I know of.

-That was after Mum passed away. -Wait, I'll show you something.

-What are you showing now? -Just wait!

Sorry…

Bea lost her mum too.

Don't they look alike?

Yeah… they really do.

They carried around a five-metre pink penis – Kanamara Matsuri.

A festival celebrating the steel phallus. Can you imagine that in Sweden?

You know, we used to sing karaoke with the boss after work.

You don't have to take life so damn seriously like Swedes do.

-Here you go! -No, sorry. I've really got to go.

-Just one last one? -Okay…

[sings] The third wave is in your hand

A wave of silver reaching your land

The fourth wave from my soul

A wave of love, without lies or toll

[chuckle]

Everything you want is here if you stay

Oh, I want you to feel every part of me

I was empty, so completely lost.

Still scared of losing you

-And you? -Um… Also divorced.

I'm a huge fan of Dagbladet.

Absolutely the best paper in Sweden.

Would love to hear more.

Is it true Dagbladet's up for sale?

Mm, maybe.

-Or maybe not… -Oh, I see...

[moaning]

[exhales deeply, giggles]

Hey...

You said Montagne Media, right?

Roughly speaking, what does a Swedish daily paper go for these days?

Hi, Aksel!

After a lot of digging, I now know the French offer.

12 kronor per share.

VasaCom has a proposal–

–with new media formats and marketing strategies.

So what's our stance then? With the investigation going on.

Dagbladet will remain fully independent. That's guaranteed here.

[mouth word]

-And their offer? -13 Swedish kronor per share.

That's almost 45% more than the French.

Just don't mention my name.

VasaCom tried to get him to deliver a bag to the rebels–

–stuffed with thick stacks of dollar bills.

When he refused, two Congolese technicians were kidnapped–

–and Stefan blamed Möller.

500.000 DOLLARS EVERY MONTH. IF NOT, YOU'LL SE MORE PHOTOS LIKE THIS...

We have to get her out! She's pregnant, for fuck's sake!

-We can't just leave her out there! -Bea, you stay here!

Bea!

[groans]

Nina...

[coughs]

Ow!

Shh. Come on, come on.

-Ow! -Shh!

[knocks on door]

-[Rapp groans] -Shh!

[Bea hyperventilates]

[breathing shakily]

[shots]

[sounds of fear]

-I need his scarf! -Nina!

[Rapp groans muffled]

-[Rapp groans] -[hushes]

Here's water. Anders, here! Take some water.

-[Rapp] Where's Nina? -She's coming.

No, where the hell are you going? Stop, Bea! Please, wait!

-Bea, stay here! -Don't do it! Wait for the police!

[gasps]

[tense music playing]

-[shots] -[gasps]

[sounds of fear, pants]

[breathing shakily]

Subtitles & translation: nrjrita Made in Sweden

[end music]