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SCHOOL STARTS IN 2025 - WELCOMING ALL PUPILS TO A NEW AND EXCITING SCHOOL

Help!

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It might sound childish, but I was so jealous of everyone–

–who had dads that helped out, fixed things and were supportive.

I used to think it was just me and Pippi Longstocking who were on our own.

I've got so many questions. Why did he leave? Was it because of me?

Aren't you going to get in touch with him?

I can't just barge into his life. He's never wanted to meet me before.

But he can't know that your gran hid his letters from you.

FINALLY GOT THE COURAGE TO WRITE TO YOU. JUST FOUND OUT YOU'RE MY DAD.

DO YOU WANT TO SEE ME?

There are a few requests from your daughter that aren't–

–included in the original quote. Maybe we need to tweak it.

Tessie's not been doing too well lately, so tailor it to her wishes.

One issue is that the island is a fucking nature reserve.

We're not allowed to plough ice roads.

She wants dog sleds, so we'll sort it. I know people.

We'll start with Dompa, then Beluga caviar–

–we'll have some vodka, and pike-perch baked in seaweed.

-How's it going with the lynx? -Kolmården's on board.

But they're bloody shy, though, but we'll tie them to a tree or something.

-No problem. We'll sort it. -Great!

Tessie wants Zara Larsson.

Best of all are the mobile toilets we're flying in.

I took a dump in one of those at Burning Man 2021 and shat like a bloody king.

I shat in a hole among puff adders and scorpions–

–in Mozambique when we were building our first school–

–after months of drought, civil war, AIDS and God knows what.

But then, I'll tell you, once the school was finished–

–it held 200 pupils and everyone learnt to read and write.

-Impressive. -Not bad, is it.

This school was built by Granddad Erik.

-Come, I'll show you. -Bloody picturesque.

Granddad Erik was the son of the mill owner Gustaf Sundell.

The Sundells were bloody liberal and cultured family-tree.

Damn well-educated too, actually.

It was Granddad's interest in the ancient Greeks–

–especially Aristotle, that gave the concern group its name.

He was the one who first figured out–

–that people can be persuaded in three ways: Ethos, pathos, and logos.

Right, here. This was my spot. I sat right here.

And here I had my best mate, Mats Mäki, a wonderful character.

He used to ride around on a blue Puch Dakota.

I asked him once: "Hey Mats, what are your ambitions in life? What do you want?"

[with Finnish accent] "I want a job at the mill and hair on my cock."

That's adorable!

-We all have different goals. -Yeah, different dreams in life.

What is it? Is it Kolmården? Have they cancelled the bloody lynx?

Fuck! I had a feeling.

Hey. Check with the tart at Kolmården if she's pulled the plug on the lynx.

Why are you sitting out here freezing? When's Mum coming?

Next Friday, and Dad's at the mosque till midnight.

-How's my favourite niece? -You've only got one.

Good thing you're my favourite, then!

My son got a B in maths and he can't count to 20.

The other day when I tried to help him, he said:

"No, I got a B. I don't need to study."

I'm just wondering what's going on with you lot.

-We're going to hire more temps... -When?

It's in the pipeline. - Right.

My daughter can barely read and still gets great grades.

-She has no homework at home. -Do you have qualified teachers at school?

One at a time, please?

You haven't had a special needs teacher all term.

-How have you done on the tests? -I haven't taken any.

I know, I'm thick, but promise you won't tell Dad.

-I have to... -Promise?

-If he doesn't know how bad it... -He'll just come here causing drama.

You can't leave school without being able to read.

Sweetie, the school's meant to offer support if you need help.

You're not thick just because you've got dyslexia.

I've passed, that's enough. And you promised.

Okay, but you've got to let me get to the bottom of what's going on.

Excuse me! I'm Maryam Abassi's uncle.

Sorry, I haven't got time.

-Can I speak to someone else? -Try Inger Levin.

All right, nice.

-Where can I find her? -At home. She's resigned.

Hi! You've reached Inger Levin. Leave a message after the beep–

–and I'll call you back.

Hi Inger, Karim Abassi here, Maryam's uncle.

I'd like to have a word with you, so give me a ring when you can. Bye.

-Where's Bea? -No idea.

-Wish me luck. -Good luck.

-Are you going on a date? -My ex from Farsta got in touch.

She just got dumped and she's on the prowl.

-What's this? -Something Bea asked me to look into.

She's probably going after the greedy school concern groups now. Toodle-oo!

Bye.

ANNUAL REPORT 2024 SCHOOLS IN STOCKHOLM

He's been living in Nacka for the past twenty years.

He's got a wife, Vivian, and a daughter, Teresa, who's a year older than me.

-The only comfort is that he's loaded. -I don't want anything.

It's only fair that you should inherit from him.

-I've sent an email at least. -Don't get your hopes up.

Kenta! The butcher's surfing in Bali, but I managed–

–to snag a couple of steaks and inside rounds!

-I need some advice from you! -I'll be up in a sec!

I've waited 30 years for this.

Now it feels like a huge weight's been lifted from my chest.

But I'm worried about how Vivi will take this.

She's still bloody furious about the air hostess.

-Give her a bit of time. -Time? That was over a year ago.

And look at Tessie. She's finally off the antidepressants.

Stand tall now, for God's sake. She's your own flesh and blood.

Think of me! I always wished I had a daughter.

You've got two. Don't you realise how lucky you are? Eh?

Yeah, bloody hell. Too right.

Johnny Boy! Bring Tessie's present over now.

Come on, bring that bloody dog!

Surprise!

Oh, look at this little cutie! Tessie loves dogs.

-His name's Statham. -Statham?

Sit!

Bloody hell! That mutt could guard the house.

It might at that. Well, thanks. She'll be thrilled.

You're not the one who should be thanking me. I should be thanking you.

And I mean that from the bottom of my heart, for everything you've done for me.

You helped me build this company.

Without you, I'd be nothing. You get that? We're family. Right here.

And family is everything.

This one's drier and more on the apple and melon side.

But have you tried them all? Did you try the semi-sweet whisky?

-Which one's that? -The one furthest to the right.

Get your nose in there and really sniff around. Get down and dirty!

It's messed up. They've cut her support but still give her passing marks.

And Mehdi doesn't know?

Before I moved to London, I spent a lot of time with her.

My brother and his wife were building up the mosque and the congregation.

So we got quite close. I helped her with school.

I thought it had all sorted itself out, but she can barely read.

That's rough. Erm, I just need a wee.

Shall we have some tea later, yeah?

WAS SO HAPPY WHEN I GOT YOUR EMAIL. WOULD LOVE TO MEET. TOMORROW?

Darling, help us out here!

-Dulce de leche or raspberry glaze? -You decide. Either's fine.

-Where are you off to? -Meeting at the club.

-I think I mentioned it. -No, you didn't.

-When will you be back? -Not too late.

-You look stunning, by the way. -Gorgeous!

-Who are you meeting? -Some boring businessman.

But you've got to look sharp at the club.

My love, you're like a rose...

-Bye, good luck! -Bye!

I say we go with the fat-free cream.

There's a photo ban in the club. Please turn off your phone.

And a quick signature here to confirm you've read the rules. Thanks.

Follow me. Kent's waiting in the lounge.

-Hi… -Fuck's sake, let's just do this. Hi.

Well...

-What would you like to drink? -A glass of white.

One glass of white wine, please.

Yeah…

Lovely to see you!

A group our size has a complex financial structure.

We move things around between schools depending on what's needed.

Isn't it odd, though, with your turnover, that you can't…

I can guarantee your niece will get help.

We've actually already launched an internal review.

-Sorry, I've got another meeting. -Can we see each other again?

-Yeah, absolutely. -Great! My number is…

-Hello? -Ghosted?

They make hundreds of millions every year.

And still cut support for kids who need extra help. How's that even legal?

A stroll in Paradise is good for the soul.

-The nature reserve in Huddinge. -Right.

I'm heading out again this weekend. Join me, if you want.

-I'm seeing someone right now… -No, not like a date.

-Just mates. -Oh, okay. Sure.

Looking back, I obviously should've acted differently.

But it's easy to say when you know how things turned out.

At the same time, I tried for years to reach out and got nothing back.

Eventually, you give up, which I did. I'm ashamed of that.

-What was she like? Mum. -She was amazing.

I tried to keep everything together and clean up the mess I'd made.

And then she got ill.

I was overjoyed when you got in touch.

I've thought about you constantly and followed your career.

But the truth is, or at least my reality–

–I had to accept you didn't want me in your life.

Nan's stubborn as hell.

I just want you to know that I didn't know a thing.

She said you'd lost touch… that you were dead.

Right...

Businessman? You horny bastard!

There, there…

Please, don't go. It's just a misunderstanding.

Order whatever you like. I'll be right there.

Oops! That was… quite a misunderstanding.

Sorry about that. She just barged in.

No worries, Caroline. I'll have a whisky. I need it.

Want one too? - Make it two. Thanks.

Hey, we'd love to have you over for dinner sometime, if that works.

-Not really the right time… -I insist.

Vivian suggested it. She just needed a moment to process everything.

She's lovely! You'll see. It's all right!

Are you writing about them? I peeked at Logos, the thing you had J-A look into.

I thought about it, but profit in schools feels like old news.

These crooks turn over at the level of the major banks.

So I looked into them.

Eight schools in the group. Four in Stockholm.

All in low-income areas.

The idea is equal opportunities for all–

–regardless of class, ethnicity, or disability.

And the schools have grown rapidly in just a few years.

Pass rates have jumped from 60 to 90 percent.

They're not up to standard, but still get ridiculous funding–

–and staff are pressured to hand out inflated grades.

I spoke to Inger Levin, taught at Blåvalla for a few years.

They cut back on everything. Books, premises, staff.

And took in more and more students.

It wasn't said out loud, but it was part of the terms of employment.

If you didn't perform, you didn't get your contract renewed.

And you could get a Christmas bonus…

...if you passed students who shouldn't have passed.

She gathered discontented teachers, wrote to the head of schools.

He threatened them with the sack.

Weirdest part is, on paper they don't take out a profit.

Since Maryam goes to one of their schools, maybe you could take the story.

I'm drowning in work. I don't have the time.

-Ask Ragnar. -You're joking, right? Ragnar?

We're talking about kids finishing school who can't read.

These clowns are probably hiding–

–hundreds of millions in school grants from the taxman.

-If I wasn't conflicted, I'd… -Okay, I'll look into it.

PROPERTY TAXATION PLANNING - HOW?

KENT SUNDELL

My God… thank you. Thank you.

Sharia can't be the system governing political behaviour.

-We have shared values... -Who's "we", exactly?

Everyone who's assimilated and acts Swedish — that's "we".

But Islam is authoritarian and gaining power in our society.

Can you substantiate your arguments?

Six in ten preschools in so-called vulnerable areas–

–try to force children to wear the veil.

This paper claims Sweden hasn't been Islamised.

But Islam is an anti-democratic ideology.

-That's outright Islamophobia! -Calm down.

-Don't take that clown seriously! -You're all parroting lefty clichés today.

Fucking nonsense! That mouth of yours spouts nothing but crap!

Can I finish?

Freedom of speech is something we value in this country, right?

Take the traumatic shooting here at the paper.

-I'm deeply sorry for your loss. -Are you, though?

And at the same time, in the subsequent reporting–

–you don't even dare to mention the shooter's ethnic origin–

–nor his religious beliefs.

Or sexual preferences. You focused only on the act itself.

You didn't say the target was Karim Abassi–

–whose brother's an imam in a mosque in southern Stockholm.

Or that Karim himself is active in the same congregation.

You let him write articles on how Islam–

–should fit into Western society and culture.

I question whether it's appropriate to let a devout Muslim–

–spread propaganda in one of Sweden's biggest newspapers.

I don't think so. And neither do your readers.

VasaCom are backing Holsén. They're probably clearing out the editorial team.

-Karim's first, then you and me. -Why?

That idiot claims Karim's infiltrating Swedish media and encouraging jihad.

What fucking bullshit. He's no more religious than I am.

I know, but he'll still get the boot. Believe me.

I don't give a toss about that diet freak. Can I get a proper beer?

-Anders, think this through. -All right. Thanks.

You've got to apply for the job. I'll take leave and stay home with Lisa.

-Editor-in-chief? What a laugh. -Kajsa thinks it's a great idea.

Are you nuts? I'm way too young.

I've searched high and low for other options. Believe me.

Truth is, you're our best shot right now.

Axel's probably already working the board.

Ulla's likely up for a dance, as long as he offers her a board seat and a bonus.

How can she of all people even consider a racist for that position?

Holsén's clever. He focuses his criticism on Islam.

And Ulla was conveniently critical of Black Lives Matter.

So when VasaCom got slammed for being all white–

–whoops, she suddenly became board material.

Right, so Axel has Ulla and Louise on side.

You and Kajsa will vote no. That makes Hasse's vote the decider.

He hates that we're owned by a telecom company. We should have him.

But we can't just guess. I'll have to go after him if that's the case.

And you can't tell anyone about this, all right?

We need to hold our ground. I actually have an idea.

Sorry, but I'm not comfortable–

–discussing DB's leadership situation with you privately.

If you want to run, you'll have to put something in writing.

-I'll email you then. -Mm. Thanks.

Aksel.

You…

I'll be honest. Holsén may have his qualities.

But as editor-in-chief of a national daily? No.

And I think his political leanings are far, far too extreme.

I appreciate your honesty, Hans.

That's why I want you on VasaCom's board. There's an open seat.

Thanks, but that would probably clash with my role on Dagbladet's board.

With your experience, I'm sure you could navigate that if needed.

Ulla Lindh, who's in the same position, has already said yes.

And given your respective expertise–

–we're prepared to offer fair compensation.

In three weeks, the board's off on our annual hunting trip.

We fly private and stay at a luxurious historic lodge.

I hear you love hunting, is that right?

It's a tight-knit bunch. Stenbeck, Wallenberg, Rausing.

Tjabo's joined us a few times. Without the wife, if you get me.

We'd love to welcome you to the group.

-Hello? -Hi! It's Dad.

Just thought of you, that's all.

Let me step outside a bit. I'm in the middle of the newsroom.

Can I make a suggestion? You don't need my help–

–but I've served on a few boards over the years.

I think you should invite this Hans for lunch or dinner.

-Seriously, a dinner invitation? -I wish it weren't like this.

But sometimes, you've got to bite your tongue–

–clench your fist, and open the wine. So long as the end justifies the means.

-This Barolo's lovely. -Isn't it just?

-Enough about me. What are the challenges? -High inflation.

A lot of the newsroom is still recovering after the attack.

At the same time, there's a drive among all our employees–

–to reach out with our journalism to even more people.

-Regardless of religion. -Mm.

Yeah, I don't know... Hey, this has been really nice.

-I should get going. -I see.

-Excuse me! -No, let me take this.

Thanks for your time. Really!

Thank you.

-Bye! -Bye-bye!

-How'd it go? -He's bought.

-You sure? -Bonnesen's bought an editor-in-chief.

So what the hell do we do now?

I'm thinking about the vote, and a public clash–

–between you and me would damage the paper.

So I'm asking you, let me take Rapp's seat.

I extended a hand, and you slapped it away.

And now here we are.

I can take everything from you. Your credibility, your good name...

I know your dirty little secret.

Peder Roth, CEO of ST Bank.

The one you shagged while reporting on them.

And I can put that out there online anytime I like–

–and watch your career burn.

But I'm giving you a chance to step down with dignity.

I didn't get that when you published gossip about me.

You will be loyal to the board…

…and you'll welcome Tim Holsén as editor-in-chief.

Bea, I found something interesting. I looked into the ownership structure.

Logos is a group, but the parent company is KenSun AB–

–owned by Kent Sundell, and he's the real boss in this.

It's all education-related services. School kitchens, school bus companies…

But all owned by the same group.

Here are reports from the Schools Inspectorate.

It's the same guy who signed all these.

I'll look into it.

They've also contracted construction services–

–from this construction company in Nacka: Zackrisson AB.

Doing school construction and renovations worth hundreds of millions.

-What about it? -They have no website.

Basically impossible to get hold of them.

Yet they're doing massive building jobs for a Logos company.

It's not illegal to be bad at marketing yourself.

But I'll take this one on. Wicked!

Get in the car.

Tell Zacke I can't keep the schedule.

Here's the deal. You're gonna email them today and withdraw their demands, okay?

-He can check the cash flow report. -You'll fall off a balcony. Get me?

Right. He got the message.

-No fuss, then? -Nope. Nothing.

-So we're heading over around eight? -They're having a family dinner, right?

-So? -Right.

Vivian muttered something about maybe seeing her on telly.

She wrote something about ST Bank.

As long as we don't end up with a circus like last time…

Hi! Karim Abassi. I'm from Dagbladet, business section.

-Can I ask you a few questions? -About what?

-Are you renovating two schools in Vårby? -Why are you asking?

They're both owned by Logos, which is owned by your neighbour Kent Sundell–

–who owns half your company.

-Dagbladet. What was your name? -Karim Abassi.

-You look great! -Thank you.

Listen to this:

According to the Schools Inspectorate, there are no issues at Logos schools.

I called Johan earlier and he says they visit so many schools every year–

–that it is "very possible" he signed it off.

Oh, right... Great! I thought I was the one supposed to be calling him.

Sorry, but it's just so obvious he's been bought I couldn't help myself.

I'm heading to Grandma's for a bit, and I'll probably be back quite late.

I'll drive you. I need to swing by the office anyway.

I...

I think I need a walk. Be on my own a bit.

Grandma's gotten much worse.

I get it. Let me know if I can help.

Call me later if you need a lift or anything.

Thank you.

Bye.

-Ha ha! Welcome. -Thanks!

-Hi! -Hi.

I'll take your coat, but keep your shoes on.

-Hi! Vivi. -Beatrice.

-Hi! -Tessie.

-This is Robin. -Lesse.

We've actually met before. At the bank crash thing.

-That's right! -We'll catch up upstairs.

-Let's head up. Welcome! -Lead the way, Vivi.

We bought the house in Marbella without even seeing it.

I just had a gut feeling and knew it'd be a bidding war.

-So we figured we might as well go for it. -And we weren't exactly sober either.

It wasn't that bad, was it?

This lot... But seriously, you lot really need to work on your Spanish.

No need, it's perfect. "Hacer una bomba de humo."

-"Hacer una..." -"Bomba de humo."

It's when you leave a party without saying goodbye. Dad's great at that.

Darling, "Showing up on time is something. Leaving on time is everything."

I've never seen the point in announcing one's exit.

-Bea, tell us about you. Seeing anyone? -Yes, I'm seeing someone.

But it's super early, so we're definitely not official or anything yet.

-A bit smitten, then. -Tessie...

-What? -Well, maybe.

-What about you two? -I'd just been dumped when we met.

At a christening. Robin was hesitant at first.

-Hesitant? -Cautious is another word.

But here we are now, in a calm and lovely relationship.

-You're lovely. -That sounds wonderful.

I just want to say sorry again for earlier.

But I want you to know you're very welcome in our family.

Thank you.

-One hundred percent welcome! -That's nice to hear!

This is the home office. Nothing fancy.

-That's Logos – "a school for all". -Nice drawing!

That masterpiece is Tessie's. She was five.

Wait, is that...? That's the former education minister, right?

Good eye. That's Dennis and me. We go way back. Yep.

I just want to say thanks again for having me.

It really meant a lot to meet everyone.

You've no idea how much I've been longing to meet you.

I'm so proud of you. So incredibly proud!

Can I look at you? You've got your mum's exact eyes.

Come here...

Oh, dear...

Oh, my darling child... I'm never letting go now.

I looked deeper into the construction firm. Anders Zackrisson. Look at this.

-Oh, shit... -Right?

Go on in, I'll be in shortly.

Shut it, you mangy mutt, or I'll bite you!

I'll gut you and turn you into dog mince!

Bend over!

There we go. You look lovely now. Shh... Now you know who's boss.

-Zacke, help yourself! -No thanks.

It looks delicious, but Johnny and I are cutting down on sugar.

-You said you run a construction company. -And you're a journalist.

Must be exciting. Dagbladet, was it?

Absolutely. Though a bloody nightmare at times.

That terror attack was awful. A woman died, didn't she?

Maybe the building trade's not so dangerous after all.

Zacke and Kenta work together and travel quite a bit.

You built this house, didn't you?

Not me, I'm all thumbs, but the company did.

-So you travel together? -Sometimes, yeah.

For work, or...?

-Time for charades! -Yes!

-Surveillance officer. -Secret agent.

-Close! -Heart. The agent's in love.

-Yes! -With...

-...the mother-in-law! -Mother-in-law!

Bravo! This team's on fire. Zacke.

-Flying. -Batman.

-Ah, plays the bassoon! -And after that... ow!

-Barbed wire! Peeing barbed wire! -What's it called...?

-Chlamydia! -Yes!

"Batman slammed his finger and got chlamydia." That was creative.

-Did she like the present, by the way? -Who?

-Tessie Statham. -Yeah, yeah. She loved it.

-Mate, Dagbladet contacted me. -Really?

They asked how such a small construction firm could have such a huge turnover.

-Right. -It's not bloody "right" at all.

-No, I... -What do you mean, then?

Your daughter's lovely.

-But Zacke... -What "but Zacke"?

You know I love you, but not enough to do time for you.

We agree on that, right?

Well, look who it is – Robin. This suits you.

Good. Be a real shame if there was some misunderstanding between us.

Open the door!

So go in and look after your daughter.

This is the one I picked. It looks much nicer on.

It's really lovely.

-Is it better than the other one? -Absolutely.

You have to come to the wedding. Please!

I'm scared it'll just be Dad's old mates turning up.

Of course I'll come.

-You can? -Of course I want to.

I'm getting so emotional. Life's felt like one long slog.

But maybe now things will finally work out.

I think so too.

-Are you nervous? -Yeah!

-Thanks for tonight, Kent. -No, thank you.

-Or Kent? What should I call you? -Whatever feels right.

Kent or Dad is fine by me.

Hey, before you go... There's something I wanted to talk to you about.

Your colleague has apparently contacted Zacke–

–and asked questions about Zacke's company and involvement in the Logos Group.

Zacke's got a bit of a messy past. It's a sensitive subject.

I'd rather be the one to explain how the group's money is structured.

But right now it's all chaos with Tessie's wedding.

-Does that work for you? -Sure.

Wonderful. I'll walk you to your car.

-Thanks again for tonight. -Thank you. See you soon.

Drive safe! Precious cargo onboard.

Right then, what are we going to do with you, poor thing?

There we go — off you go! Yes!

That's it, good girl.

I didn't mean to wake you.

-How was she? -Not great.

Try to sleep now.

-Excuse me! Can I help you? -I just moved in, I'm curious is all.

-You're building a school, right? -Yes.

But this is a worksite and there's construction traffic.

-I'll have to ask you to leave. -Of course.

By the way, is that building for the workers or housing?

-No. I really must ask you to go now. -Sorry. Thanks.

-Hello! Excuse me! Is that your car? -Yes, I'm just moving it.

-What's your name, by the way? -Rashid.

Rashid? Funny, cos you look a lot more like a Karim with those blowjob lips.

A Karim who's hanging with a little cutie from Blåvalla School, right?

-What the fuck did you say? -Don't swear in my fucking face.

No-one taught you how to behave around here, eh?

Tell Maryam she's quite mature for her age!

You know Maryam's doing really well now.

The headteacher called me the other day to apologise.

They've had trouble with her special needs teacher–

–but they've promised to get her a new one. It'll be a good lesson for her.

So she gets, if you want something badly enough, you can do it.

Those might just be happy grades.

I think she's struggling… She can't really read.

-I promised not to tell. -Why?

No one's helped her all term, so she's been skipping school.

Skipping? You have to tell me things like that!

I should've said something. But if the school had worked properly–

–you'd have been informed as a parent.

Muhammad, God's messenger…

Yeah, yeah.

You probably got that call because I'm writing about Blåvalla School.

The headteacher likely got a call from the CEO–

–telling her to give Maryam special treatment and bump her grades.

I think the company's committing tax fraud–

–through a construction firm that builds and renovates their schools.

They made a move against me. They basically threatened Maryam.

-Have you reported it to the police? -Yes.

-But you know… -Don't put her in danger.

Hey! What was so urgent?

Your gossipy little daughter's been snooping around and asking questions.

-I've spoken to her. -Where's Statham?

-What? -The dog. My gift to Tessie!

-You've dumped him, haven't you? -No.

You're lying. Bloody liar!

-You sick bastard, you had him put down! -No, I swear!

I'm only messing with you!

If I'd known what a prick he was, I'd never have bought it.

I've got another meeting, unless there was something else?

Actually, one small thing.

I've had a call from the Tax Agency, who'd had a call from Dagbladet.

So now you're going to have a serious fucking word with your daughter. Got it?

Otherwise, I'll tape you to the ceiling like some bloody cocoon–

–face down, so you can meditate on your bloody situation.

APPEAL AGAINST A JUDGMENT OF THE COURT OF APPEAL - AGGRAVATED FIREARMS OFFENCE

THE PUBLIC PROSECUTOR'S OFFICE

AGGRAVATED ROBBERY AGGRAVATED WEAPONS OFFENCE

SENTENCE OF MURDER - 10 years

TO DAD: HEY, WE NEED TO MEET AND TALK...

KENT SUNDELL

LOVED BEA...

HUGS FROM DAD

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