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If Elvira doesn't want me, why phone me at all?

If you're prime minister and favour a certain candidate

but you can't name them because you'd appear biased,

you praise another poor bugger to the skies - and then shoot him down.

Then, everyone will agree that there's only one viable candidate left.

And that's...?

Ann-Louise Hegel?

THE INNER CIRCLE

To point the artillery the other way, we need some real ammo first.

Leave that to me.

I'm Victoria Ståhl, the Prime Minister's Press Officer.

I forgot my phone in her suite.

-What the hell! -What's wrong now?

-I'm trying to find my phone. -It's in your hand.

Not this one. My private one.

But seriously - a party conspiracy? Isn't that just a little too...?

Maybe you're right.

-What does your gut tell you? -That this is big.

What do you want?

You didn't choose this seat by accident, did you?

Do you think it could actually be the case...

...that someone is actively organizing this media witch hunt

to make us journalists look one way when we ought to be looking the other?

-Are you OK? -Why do I have to be here?

He doesn't have time for me anyway.

You have me. Uncle Jojo. I'll take you driving.

-Why not? -You don't have a driver's license.

Never mind. I won't be doing the driving. The police don't have time.

-Oops. -What?

Oh, nothing at all.

-No, time to leg it! -Where are you going? Joel!

You see, one has to wonder

when an otherwise fully functional, intelligent person

gets plastered in the middle of the day

drives through town like a maniac and abandons their car in the park.

I don't think our car's been stolen.

I think your son and your brother took it.

You never had a girlfriend?! No way!

He's to die for. Give me a bid.

Hey, girls, which one of you wants to be the first to mount this fine stallion?

Oh, hello there.

-Where's Rasmus? Well, he was here a minute ago.

-Come. -What the...

Come! We need to talk.

I'm the good guy here!

-You're the good guy? -Trying to cheer up your poor son.

He's a wreck after reading about you on social media.

He's sad. And lonely. He doesn't want to work.

-For good reasons. -He's lazy.

No, he doesn't want to work for someone who's shagging his dad's wife.

VISBY, THREE DAYS EARLIER

Well...

Do you know who Josephine Sparre is?

No, you probably don't read the financial pages.

Josephine Sparre is the smartest, sharpest,

bravest financial reporter we have in this bloody country.

She is lethal if you get on the wrong side of her.

-It seems I have managed just that. -How?

I threw her out. I know. It was a stupid thing to do.

She just made me so frightened. She started asking about your brother.

No wonder, taking into consideration his path.

Then she asked about my connections to Russia and the Port of Slite.

I panicked. I threw her out. The media will be all over this.

I have no idea what she's found. Maybe not enough to go to prison,

but enough to topple the bloody port project, once and for all.

The Russians will want their money back. Where the hell will I get it?

I will go bankrupt. I will lose everything.

If that happens there will be nothing left for you the day I'm gone.

That's why I would like to ask you for a favour.

Yes?

SATURDAY 7TH JULY, 01:17 AM

Hey!

How are you doing?

That's him. There you are! Excuse me! Please stop.

-Could we have a picture with you? -I'd rather not.

I don't want to. Let go of me! Please, let go!

If I tell you to let go, please respect my wishes. I don't want to!

You can watch it on YouTube!

Could you get someone to get me a big, juicy kebab, please?

-Now? -Yes. With all the extras.

-I don't think anywhere is open. -Surely somewhere is.

If not they will have to open. Could you fix that, please?

-Hello! -Hello. Oh, yes!

The cleaner said someone from your group came back to the room shortly after.

-Really? -Yes. She let this person in.

They came out shortly after holding the phone.

What did you just say?

-What are you saying? -Someone's been in and has taken it.

-Who would that be? -She couldn't say, of course.

They were going to talk to the cleaner again tomorrow.

What the hell are the Security Services up to?

-It's their job to stop these things. -Sure.

What's his name? The bald fucker who looks like...

I think you should calm down before you do something stupid.

-Did you have anything sensitive on it? -What do you mean "sensitive"?

I don't know. Something sensitive.

Maybe you had a load of lovers, male, female, what do I know...

-Please... -Stop it! Don't laugh at me.

There were a few thousand text messages to and from Hannah,

and a couple of bitter e-mails from my ex-husband.

I'm afraid I haven't had more fun than that.

Do you know what? I think we should keep the Security Services out of it.

-Victoria can take care of it. -Okay.

-I love you. -I love you.

FROM ERIK HANSEN: HE'S HERE WITH ME

I'm sure we'll hear from him.

Can I get you anything? Some coke?

-I mean, Coca Cola? -No, thanks. I'm okay.

How come you're in town?

I came here with Joel. He wanted to show me what Dad does.

A study trip to the political duck pond?

-Something like that. -What are your impressions?

Would you like to get into politics?

No. No chance.

-What would you like to do? -Doctor or psychologist.

Psychologist? Is that a profession for the future?

There are just so many sad and unhappy people about.

There are loads of them.

-What's up? -Hi.

-Well, what do you fancy? -I don't know. Any suggestions?

What have you got?

-Hi, Erik. -You are not to be angry with him.

I mean it. If that's the case you're not coming in.

I don't know if he was thinking of jumping in the sea.

The boy isn't happy. That's clear to see.

I understand that.

Take it easy. Think before you say anything.

David? Family is the most important thing.

I know.

Good.

I'm sorry... I'm sorry...

-I didn't want to come to Visby. -I know.

I know what he's like when he's made up his mind. I'm not angry.

-Are you sure? -Absolutely.

Let's do the following:

We go back to the hotel. You can sleep there tonight.

We can call grandma or Ingrid tomorrow so they can come and get you.

But I want to be with you.

I have so much to do.

-You'll find it really boring. -I still want to stay.

We'll have a think about it.

-Erik... -Yes?

-I don't know what to say. -You don't need to say anything.

Sometimes it's best to just shut up.

Your son is a very sensitive and intelligent boy.

I think he will astonish us all one day.

I think so too. Thank you.

Hello!

What are you doing here? You needed some sleep.

I tried but had no luck, so thought I might as well come here.

-How did it go with the ship-owner? -Well. Very well.

How are things? Are they getting anywhere?

No, it doesn't seem that way.

-Are you hungry? -Yeah. I haven't eaten all day.

-I'll order something from room service. -That would be good.

-Here you are. -Thanks.

-Can I order what I like? -Of course.

-It was Lena. -Didn't you want to talk to her?

No, not right now.

Let go of me. Please!

If I tell you to let go, please respect my wishes. I don't want to!

Did you hear what he said?

Simon, are you awake?

I'm always awake. You know what it's like.

I know. I have something for you.

Is it David Ehrling who's put his foot in it again?

Yes. I'll send it over straight away. Okay. See you.

I'm coming.

Where have you been? Why haven't you been answering your phone?

Some things have happened, and I needed to sort it out.

Hi.

-But we need to talk. -Now?

Rasmus, I'll be right back.

-Look. -Whose is that?

Guess.

-What the... Don't tell me you've... -Forget that and just read it.

Apart from being a detailed description of what they want to do to each other,

it shows, without doubt, that Elvira never saw you as her successor.

It was just a play for the gallery, just as we thought all along.

Fucking hell...

The good news is that we can now turn our weapons around.

If we get the papers to write about it, you will be seen as the winner.

-And then... -Do you know what?

I can't deal with this now.

-No? And what do you want me to do? -I don't know.

Is it okay if I give it to Simon or Astrid at the papers?

Do what you want. I don't give a damn.

Dad...

I don't want you to be prime minister.

You just sleep.

May I help you?

Yes...

I found that mobile phone in the corridor. Maybe someone lost it.

What the hell?

-Who? -What are you talking about?

-You! -Take it easy.

-Just leave. -What a fucking loser.

What did you say? No fucking way. You should stay out of it.

-Can you just get lost? -What is he saying?

-Come here so I can talk to you. -I haven't done anything.

-Don't even answer him. Get lost. -Should we get a bouncer?

-Is it just you? -Yes, it is just me.

-Is Klara on the sofa? -Yes, as usual.

-Does David know you go out at night? -Yes. Why?

-What does he say to that? -You'll have to ask him.

Where have you been?

-At a friend's. -Who?

-Does it matter? -It might matter quite a bit.

Depending on who this friend is.

What are you doing up this late, anyway?

Joel and Rasmus are not back yet.

Haven't you talked to David?

When does he have time to talk to me?

It seems your favourite and Rasmus have taken our new car to Visby

to practice driving.

It can't have gone well. The police asked David if he'd been drink driving.

If it's not already in the media it won't take long before it is.

If I were you I'd take a migraine pill before going to bed tonight.

This nightmare is far from over.

Oh my God...

This is assault. Completely unprovoked.

Not unprovoked.

He shot a champagne cork at my head. I could have been injured.

It was self-defense. Just self-defense.

-You should take that idiot instead. -Be quiet!

I guess you're happy now? Bloody vultures. Some more clickbait?

-Did you recognize him? -I think I might have.

-Ehrling? -Yes, he's my brother. We are brothers.

Are we talking about David Ehrling? The Minister for Trade?

Womanizer, fornicator, Russia-friend and a fucking lousy father.

Isn't your dad the celebrity barrister, Henning Ehrling?

-What about it? -Maybe you would like to ring him?

He's not my father.

Are you not very well?

I think Ingrid is seeing someone else.

-Yes? What makes you think so? -I can just feel it.

I recognize the averted gaze and all the vague excuses.

I don't trust her. I never have. I don't know what David sees in her.

You are being unnecessarily harsh.

It's no wonder she's seeing someone, after what David has been up to.

If we are to believe what the papers are saying.

It must be a genetic thing.

But, honey, is that not statute-barred?

Adultery never becomes statute-barred.

It stays there as guilt for the rest of your life.

Whether you want it to or not.

-Good night. -Good night.

-Are you sure? -You can see for yourself.

Bloody hell! Well done!

What should I write about this?

Check with Moa. She's good at getting the cops to talk.

-What was that? -Nothing.

-How are you doing? Have you finished? -No. Not yet.

I have just received an anonymous tip.

-I would like you to take a look. -Sure.

-Hi, are you still up? -Yes, and you too obviously?

-Yes, why? -Why?

-What's wrong? -Why?

You seem so... What's going on?

What's going on? I was going to ask you.

-What? I mean... -Just give it a rest.

I don't know what you're talking about.

You certainly do.

It was never part of our deal that you could sleep with my best friend.

No. Right? Other men, yes, as long as I didn't know them.

But Martin! What the hell were you thinking?

David... You are never around.

What do you mean? The fact that I go away now and again is nothing new.

I have a good reason to be away right now. You know how much this means to me.

Yes, I know! We all know that very well.

What's different this time?

I don't want to be the wife of the Prime Minister!

I have never wanted to be the wife of the Prime Minister! You know that!

-So that's the problem? -Not just...

No? What else is it?

David, I think we might have reached a point in our lives

when our hopes and dreams no longer match up.

We don't want to live the same life.

-Is that how you feel? -I don't know. What do you want?

What I want?

I want you, Ingrid. I want our children and our family.

I don't want an open relationship. I never wanted that.

I want us to live together.

Without being afraid you might run off to Martin's or anyone else's.

That's what I want.

If that is so important to you

maybe you should start showing that by being here.

Show that you care. Show that you are here for us.

-But... -And not letting everything else

and everyone else become more important.

That's not the case. It is just a job. A job, Ingrid!

That is the way we feel. We don't feel that you're here with us.

This family has become a business

where everything is about logistics, planning and getting shit to work.

But there is nothing else.

There is no closeness, no trust...

There is no... There is no love. There is nothing.

No wonder we don't feel well. It's not just me.

Your parents, your brother, your children...

Even you. I don't think you are happy doing what you're doing.

You are chasing an old dream which you haven't been able to let go of.

I think it is time to let go now, before you lose everything.

That's what's happening. You are about to lose everything.

What do we do with it?

I either add it to my article about how the party leadership

conspired to get rid of David Ehrling...

Or?

Or we can offer them a chance to talk about their relationship first.

I'm sorry.

THE MAN BEHIND THE SCANDALS

Is it true that you're being kicked out of the executive board?

Are you getting divorced?

Wouldn't you like to comment that?

-I'm sorry. -No, no, no, let it ring.

I've got to take this.

Hello? What?

Subtitle translation by: Tina Shortland www.plint.com