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This comes as an absolute shock to me. Obviously, if it's as you say–

–then of course I'll immediately terminate that collaboration.

-When is it supposed to go to print? -I don't know.

This could very well mean the final nail in the coffin for my marriage.

If it falls apart, there's a risk Tessie ends up in the psych ward.

This wouldn't have happened...

-...if you'd followed the law. -Which we have.

You're buying services, renovations, even school meals from your own companies.

You're getting subsidies from the Job Centre for fuck's sake–

–to hire teachers who are barely even in the school.

I agree with you. This is really, really bad.

The former Minister for Schools owns loads of shares in your company.

Which isn't illegal in itself. But sure, I do understand that ultimately–

–this is entirely my own responsibility.

But I still want to point out that–

–this article is full of unconfirmed allegations.

That bit about the school inspector... it's implied he's been bribed.

Yes, it's a serious accusation that obviously–

–needs to be substantiated before being published.

Hey, hey, hey... You're right!

I don't dispute. This is unacceptable.

It's down to me to set things right. I promise.

I don't know how much I can influence whether it gets published. I can't...

I don't give a toss if there's a fine. I can take that.

Prison too, I'll just have to live with the shame.

But it's this bloody construction deal, right? With Zackrisson.

He's threatening my family.

-If you're that scared, call the police. -Does it really have to come to that?

I admit I've been greedy. Yeah, I'm guilty as hell on that front.

But even the building deals? No, no, no.

There I've been taken advantage of, used like a useful idiot.

Do you want to see the old man in prison? That's exactly what's going to happen.

Unless this Zackrisson gets to me first. Then God knows what'll happen.

BLINDED

-Morning meeting! -Are you going for the job after Rapp?

-Bloody hell, so much gossip. -I think it would be best for the paper.

-Yeah, it's Bea. -Hi! Tessie's mate Carolina here.

-Oh, hi! -Tessie's hen do is on Saturday.

-It'd be great if you could come. -I'm completely booked this week.

But I hope you all have a great time. Bye!

I've been given the honour of leading the morning meeting.

Rapp's at the health centre with little Lisa.

So I'm thinking we'll just do the round as usual.

Someone said Tim Holsén is being considered as the new editor-in-chief.

That's not something I've heard. That would be a board decision.

How refreshing! I've read Knausgård's 'My Struggle'–

–and now I'm dusting off Adolf Hitler.

Let's stop speculating and stick to the round instead.

Anyone got anything?

Bea! Why didn't you say who your dad was?

-I should've. I'm sorry. -Why did you lie to me?

I'd have been happy for you.

I didn't know he was going to turn up or even that he'd reply.

Sorry. I'm bad at trusting people sometimes.

-Don't you trust me? -I do, but it takes time for me.

Then maybe I should just finish this on my own.

-I've got an in on this. -An in?

I can be professional.

Please, just give me a bit of time to form my own picture of the situation.

I don't know. This just feels really awkward.

-We can publish it in your name. -That's not the point.

Or in someone else's name, then. This is bloody well about my dad.

-Okay. -Thanks.

-Don't tell Rapp about this, please. -No.

-Babe! Can you bring me the drill? -What?

-Just come here! I need help. -What on earth...

-What's this, then? -It's my prototype.

-The one I'm looking for investors for. -Investors?

-What were you thinking? -That I'm going to a party tomorrow.

There'll be loads of potential business partners there.

-For these dog things? -"Pawfitness by Chrissy."

But hey, come here...

My darling. This is really lovely.

But it'll take work, business plans, and investment.

-This is huge risk. -But I've already got an investor.

-Who? -Ooh, someone's curious.

Hang on, what do you mean? So someone's already gone in on this? With how much?

-I'd quite like to see that. -Sorry, my business plan is classified.

And what's this party you're going to?

All I can say is I've been invited to pitch my business plan–

–and there's going to be a group of people with very, very deep pockets.

-They want to invest in new ideas. -Then I'm coming too.

-Have you got an idea you want to pitch? -Oh, come on...

Come on. You...

You've been working so bloody hard, haven't you?

Now it's Chrissy's turn to graft.

But you're going to this secret party? I don't know...

Pull yourself together! I'm seriously excited, okay?

Can't you just...fetch the drill?

Can you help me find out what the company's called?

How? I've got zero access to any of that. This is starting to feel really dodgy.

I get it. I just need the company name, then I can take it from there myself.

I think stuff like this only happens in Ireland. Maybe some other places.

I can't promise anything either way.

And Zacke is bloody touchy, so you should be careful.

First I really need to apologise.

We were sceptical about the live debate, but...

Damn, I've got to admit it, you did a really good job.

I get that you're fishing for votes before the vote.

But that's not something I'm going to discuss with you or anyone else.

-Louise, you know this man is racist. -If that's all, I've got a meeting now.

I know I've acted like an idiot. I know. I'm sorry.

But if you vote for me, I promise I'll do my best–

–and I'll make an honest go of it with you as editor.

Your vote is the decider.

Are you just gonna watch Sweden's biggest newspaper turn into a propaganda machine?

I get that you were loyal to your dad, I understand that.

But I really hope you understand what kind of consequences this will have.

Louise, for God's sake... You're smarter than this.

Thanks for the breakfast.

Louise, for God's sake...

Keep digging, I just need to take this quickly.

Hey, Leo.

One more time – Envivir Conference SL.

No, my lips are sealed. Thanks a lot. Speak soon!

-Weren't you going to give that to me? -Yeah, it's just...

Yeah, what's up with Envivir Conference SL then?

It looks like money's flowing to Logos from a company registered in Spain.

A conference company that also operates in Sweden.

Many school buildings built by Logos are used for totally different purposes.

-How did you get that confirmed? -I haven't, not 100%.

And I've got Spain's incredibly bureaucratic laws to thank for that.

But I got a tip from a site manager who had a row with Zackrisson AB.

So it should be fairly solid.

Doesn't it feel serious, them stealing straight from the state?

Bea, it's harder to open a pub than a school group in this country.

The oversight was appalling. But if my source is right–

–they could double or triple every million they get in funding.

And if they also own the company at the other end–

–they can basically choose what to report as taxable income.

And then we're not just talking about millions anymore.

How do we handle the developments in Marbella?

We're moving the holding company, right?

-I've got a contact in Cyprus. -He does mention Zackrisson Ltd.

We need to distance ourselves from this whole situation.

Speak of the devil... Excuse me.

-Hello there! How are you doing? -I need to talk to you about something.

-It's important that you're honest. -Of course, it's my middle name.

You've received over a hundred million in tax subsidies to renovate your schools.

I've called around and none of them have any idea what I'm talking about.

I think I'll have to get back to you on that one.

Are you connected to Envivir Conference SL?

Envivir...? Doesn't ring any bells.

-Damn, they're renting from Zackrisson! -That's news to me.

It's really important that you tell me the truth now.

Because if you're involved in welfare fraud and tax evasion, I need to know.

Naturally, I'm just a bit taken aback. The info doesn't add up. I don't get it.

Listen. I won't be able to stop the article. I just can't.

But maybe I can get the part removed that would land you in prison.

But only if you're honest with me.

The truth is, I could actually swear on your mother's grave.

-Okay. Good. -Thanks.

-We'll see each other soon, yeah? -Mm. Bye.

Hello!

Hi! I bought some pizza.

-Did you send the article to your dad? -No. Why?

A company I was dealing with in Ireland shut down yesterday.

Another firm linked to the group on the Isle of Man as well.

Isn't it strange that all the leads I had are dead?

-This isn't going to work. -What do you mean?

You just can't be in a relationship with someone you work with.

So you'd rather break up than be honest?

Jalla, bye!

Hi, Carro! It's Bea.

I just wanted to check if it's too late to change my mind.

HEY! WANNA JOIN TO PARADISE? WOULD BE FUN!

LOVE TO!

-What happened with the doctor? -No, I can't say.

-Why not? -Because it's confidential.

It's none of your business.

Careful, it's really hot.

Cheers!

Hi, you've reached Karim. Leave a message and I'll get back to you...

Hi, it's me. I just want to say sorry for being an idiot.

Can you just call me? I've got a plan or...

Just call me back.

-Bea! -Yeah!

Hello! Tell your uncle it's a shame he didn't take the advice.

This is going to end really badly now. Do you understand? Get out of here!

Run!

What did you say? When did this happen?

How are you doing?

Someone's threatened my niece because of me.

-You can call me any time. -Thanks.

-You need to relax. -I need to relax! Cheers!

I love you! I really love you.

-Is that weird to say? -No, it's not.

Oh, wait. I'm coming.

Hang on, I can't hear. I'll just step away.

-Hi. -Hi.

-I just wanted to say sorry about earlier. -It's alright.

I don't know... I just want to say I really like you.

-Are you at a party? Sounds rowdy. -Yeah, some event.

Never mind, I also want to talk to you about something.

Dad's got a home office.

If the Spanish company used the group's properties–

–maybe I can find something there.

-I'm going to drop it. -What? Why?

-I can't be bothered. -It's not because of me, is it?

They've threatened my family. They've threatened Maryam.

-What? Who? Zackrisson? -Who's gonna protect us when it kicks off?

It's not worth it, after everything that's happened.

I'd never forgive myself if something happened to Maryam.

So promise me you won't do anything stupid.

Bea?

-I promise. -Good.

-Bye. -Bye.

You probably see me as a successful, cultured rich man.

But I'm just a regular insecure guy from Amager.

-Cheers! -Cheers!

But isn't everyone insecure deep down?

If you knew how many difficult women I've met.

You've got a simplicity I really like.

-Now! There it is. -What?

It's the address to the party. Everyone invited gets it at the same time.

-Now we've got it. Let's go! -Oh! Exciting!

Tell me more about the party.

It's an annual event with a new theme each year.

Last year they burned an effigy of Putin in a sequin dress in the forest.

Not really something for you politically correct Swedes.

Kasper! It's here.

I guess this is it.

According to the GPS, this is the place.

It's wrong. Come on!

Christina, come!

-Aksel! -Oh for fuck's sake...

I think I've found it. I think we go in here.

Hello! Right...

This is mental. They're probably mad.

You coming?

Welcome to a world of capitalism in its rawest form.

Go on in.

Heads - ho.

Pimp.

Here's your pimp cup. The bar's only open for pimps.

All right you sexy motherfuckers, where my pimps and hoes at?

Who needs the motherfucking government when you got pimpmasters like me–

–giving you parties like this? God damn it!

Listen up pimps and hoes, it's time, it's time.

Feast your eyes on this sexy star-spangled banner, bitch.

Look at that all-American ass. So, can I hear two thousand dollars?

Can I have two Bloody Marys?

-Hello? -Hello, it's me.

-Sorry, I didn't wake you up, did I? -No, no, it's fine.

I'm at Tessie's hen party. I think it's time for her to go home and rest.

I know she's on medication and people are pissed here.

-So maybe you should come and get her. -Yeah. Of course I'll come.

Bye.

-Come here, I'll tell you something. -No, come to me!

I'll tell you something. It's a secret. Come on!

Next couple, step right up. Step right up!

Now how much can I get for this nice piece of fine white ass right here?

-Holy shit! Can I get 2,000? -2,000.

-2,000, thank you baby. Can I get 3,000? -10,000.

-11 here! -12 here!

No photos. Shut them down. No photos.

12,000 is the current bid at the front.

It's a motherfucking free market! You have money to spend!

-Shall we get something to drink? -Yeah.

Two gin and tonics.

I've had an amazing time and I'd love to invite you to dinner at mine.

And offer you the rest of the funding.

If you spend the night with me.

You know I'm married.

-The rest? -The rest.

-Hi! Where's Tessie, then? -She's left.

-When? Was it long ago? -A little while ago.

Right... Good ears!

-Don't tell Robin about the stripper. -No.

Sleep well now. Good night!

Robin's great, isn't he? It's not a mistake, is it?

No, he's lovely. Now go to sleep.

-Good night. -You're the best.

-Hey! What's happened? -I just dropped Tessie off.

I walked her home. She was a bit drunk.

-I'll look after her. -I'll get some water.

It'll be fine. Thanks.

Bea!

This person is completely mad.

You know full well it's my job to write about this.

Sure, and you should be proud of that. And you're bloody good at it too.

It's just that it turns into a nightmare for me and my family. It'll never end.

It doesn't matter where we move. We'll never feel safe.

I gave you a chance to be honest with me, and you threw it away. You lied to me.

I was really looking forward to getting to know you, and now this.

That was not the intention.

Please... Can't you just drop the whole thing?

No...

Didn't think so. You're just like your gran.

I need to think.

-Sorry, I really needed a piss. -No, it's...

You... Let's just say, hypothetically speaking.

-What's the price to drop it all? -No, no!

-No, sorry. That was stupid. -Bloody hell! Idiot...

He's going to kill me.

I'm a dead man.

Right, what do you want now?

I've got a business proposal. I can support your wife's company.

Ah, so you're the secret investor.

A million. And I'll make sure we all get a return.

Sounds almost too good to be true, but...

I'm between relationships and I'd like to get more intimate with her.

That's something we can discuss as mates, right?

What do you mean?

-I mean I could throw in another million. -Out of the question.

Two million. We're talking two million, Bjarne.

You must understand that I can't sell my wife.

Three million and she won't need any more funding.

I can guarantee a return of about nine million after three years.

-I'm obviously going to say no. -I completely agree.

It's the only sensible thing.

-People seem to like the idea, though. -I know.

If the projected return is anywhere close to what you've calculated–

–it'd be a tidy sum.

You could even buy back My Precious.

Darling, you do understand what would have to happen, right?

No, I mean it's totally, totally unthinkable.

I just mean it's a shame it's falling at the final hurdle.

-But it's entirely your decision. -Mine?

I mean it'd be distasteful of me to have any opinion. It's your body.

At the same time, it's just one single night the agreement covers. Isn't it?

You could look at it with a bit of perspective.

You haven't promised to show any emotion, right?

You could buy that Louis Vuitton bag you really like.

Pochette Métis East West Bag...

-What's this then? -Invoices and order forms...

...between Logos and Envivir Conference SL.

Are you completely off your head? I told you to drop it and you promised.

-But wait, please, can I just... -Maryam is a child!

We bloody well can't let them threaten and silence us.

-This is about my family, Bea! -Do you get the bloody consequences?

-There's something wrong with you. -Surely it's the police's job to...

Darling, there's been a change of plan. We have to go to Marbella now.

-What the hell are you talking about? -It's fine. Just start packing.

-It's important you lot leave first. -Kent, what's going on?

Dagbladet is going to publish an article that mentions Zacke.

But I've sorted tickets for you and Tessie, so you can go ahead.

-Hey! What about the wedding? -We're moving the event to Spain.

-We can have it on the beach. -The beach?!

Thinking about it, it's actually a smoother setup, weather-wise and all.

-Are you joking or what? -But darling...

Sweetheart... Don't cry. I can't take it.

-What's happened with Dagbladet? -It'll be fine.

It could just as well turn out alright. That's how you have to look at life.

-I love you both. Please. -What? Dad!

"Christina ‘Pawfitness' Rasmussen is unfortunately unable to take your call."

Hi, darling. It's Bjarne. Just checking if you've arrived.

We're doing fine here, me and Roffe. So...

I just wanted to say I love you. Kisses...

What the hell... What the hell have we done?

You won't be disappointed, I promise. I'll just turn the light off.

Oh, sorry!

I mean... A deal's a deal, right?

I've had a bloody stressful day. Sorry.

Sorry. I feel like a complete idiot now, but...

You're not. You're smart, you're not an idiot.

You did promise not to be difficult.

Why the hell are you being so difficult? Eh? We've got a deal, for Christ's sake!

-Dad? -Yes!

Come here, for fuck's sake. Come on!

-Dad? -Yes.

-Hi! Have you got new pyjamas? -Yes.

I'm just getting some water.

Dad, I have serious doubts about Tim Holsén.

Okay... Let's see if I can help you understand.

-You're to vote the way the owners want. -Yes, but...

-Otherwise I'll cut you out of the will. -Are you threatening me?

-Okay... -You're not going anywhere.

You spoiled little shit... You've had everything handed to you.

-I would never... -Shut up! You'll do as I say!

If I tell you to nod, you nod.

And you vote the way I tell you to vote.

-I've made up my mind. -Then you're fired.

-You can't fire me. -Of course I can.

Haven't you read the contract? I'll take your seat if you don't vote like me.

Er... I...

I think I'll go home now.

-You're not going anywhere. Sit down! -What the fuck are you doing?

Stop it, Dad! What the fuck, have you gone completely mad?

You vile, horny idiot! - Come on, let's go.

Er, my shirt...

-What? -"The skirt"...

She's missing an item of clothing.

-It's over there, for fuck's sake. -Where?

-It's over there! -Yes!

Here's your jacket. My car's just outside.

-How...did it go? -No, it...didn't happen.

-What? -I couldn't...

-I just couldn't! -Oh, thank God!

A PICTURE RECEIVED

THANK YOU! HERE, IF YOU NEED. STAND UP FOR YOURSELF! /CHRISTINA

Aksel! Can I just...?

I was just wondering what party you were at. Looking good!

Hey, can you invite me next time?

So good we could all get together today. We've got a vote ahead of us.

As you know, we've got two candidates. Let's start with Beatrice Farkas.

Two votes.

Three votes...

Er, four votes...

Five votes. Oops, unanimous decision...

I can clear some shelves and empty a few drawers.

I'd rather sit downstairs, closer to the newsroom.

You...

Take Nina's office. I'll be back in nine months, so it'll sort itself out.

I've got something I'd like to publish.

-What the fuck is this now, then? -Read it first, I'll explain after.

You've got a new message.

Hi, it's me. I've spoken to Rapp and we're going to publish.

So call me if you want. Bye.

What's going on?

Bloody hell...

-Get up! -Alright, alright.

Earlier today, Dagbladet published an article about the school group Logos–

–and their advanced tax planning schemes.

We've tried to reach CEO Kent Sundell throughout the day, without success.

The group is suspected of using construction firms in Sweden and abroad–

–for money laundering and undeclared income.

-Have you seen Karim? -No.

-J-A, have you seen Karim? -No, he wasn't here yesterday either.

-It's Bea. -Hi!

Have you spoken to Dad? We can't get hold of him.

He was meant to come to Marbella but hasn't shown up.

-Have you seen Maryam? -She just left.

-That way? -Yeah.

Maryam!

Maryam!

Maryam!

Well, you little cunt! What a boring article you wrote.

Do you know what I thought when I read it?

I thought: How can someone be so fucking stupid, so fucking thick?

Do you know what else I thought? That I'm going to crucify that bastard.

Fucking rubbish. Bloody hell! Shit, I keep missing!

Four, three, two, one...

Ow! No! Fuck!

No, Statham! Statham!

Help!

What the fuck are you doing?

Let go of me! Let go of me!

Maryam!

I've been attacked! Kungsbacken 9 in Nacka.

-Hi! -Hi.

Subtitles & translation: nrjrita Made in Sweden