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The violent rape in the home. The bag tied over the head.

I think it can be the same perpetrator.

-Let go of the door or I'll scream. -I'm sorry that the legal system...

Let's go to the bedroom.

You're so like your mother.

See you. And thanks.

-Take this. -What is it?

A taser.

Sorry, Mum.

-Why didn't you just abort me? -I couldn't.

HONOUR

THE FLESH IS WEAK

-Fall from the third floor. -Has she been conscious?

Not since the ambulance arrived.

Hi.

-How's she doing? -I don't know.

She was covered in blood.

-What if... -She'll pull through.

She has to.

Hi.

Her condition is stable. But we're keeping her sedated.

Why?

Partly because of the pain, but also because there's a risk

that she'll develop cerebral swelling after the trauma to her skull.

What happens if her brain swells?

It's too early to say, and there's a risk of brain damage.

You can come in and see her now.

-In here... -Thank you.

Karin?

Karin?

We're here now.

Who the hell did this to you?

I was there. I could have stopped it.

You're the best friend anyone could have.

You're strong.

And loyal.

Stubborn.

Pig-headed.

-Do you think she can hear us? -Of course she can.

-Of course you can hear us, Karin. -Karin...

Oh, my darling...

Fuck. I'm so sorry I left you.

Who's done this?

Could it be someone she's seeing?

Can it be the same perpetrator as with Marta and Bea?

Do you think she was raped?

In that case, he could have chosen any one of us.

Hi. How are you?

-I can't believe it. -I know.

Harald and Birgitta will be staying with Karin.

-Us too. -No, you're coming home with me.

You're still in shock.

And you need to rest, all three of you.

-Hi. -Hi.

See you later. I'll get myself home for now.

-How is she? -We don't know. It doesn't look good.

And how are you?

How do you think? She's in there on a ventilator.

I can't get my head round this. Let me know if I can do anything.

Where the hell were you when Ada got high?

You tell me I'm irresponsible, but you've got no idea!

-She could've been in real trouble. -I know, but...

Excuse me, but I have to go to a different address.

-Okay. Where do you want to go? -Drive towards Huddinge.

Would you like a receipt?

-Drive. -Okay.

It can't be true. Are you sure?

It says here in the DNA results that Nour is my mother.

May I have some more tea, Grandma?

She's right. She's Nour's daughter.

What's the matter?

Darling!

Farshid!

I came as quickly as I could.

Hi.

They're keeping her under sedation until her vitals stabilise.

-How long will that be? -They can't say.

We'll just have to be patient.

Mum.

-Mum? -Did something happen?

I just thought that...

No, it was nothing.

Nour!

Was the victim of last night's attack your colleague at the law firm?

Yes. Karin Stenshufvud.

Is it true that the police are treating it as attempted murder?

-Yes. -How is Karin after the incident?

I'd like to focus on the perpetrator and general violence against women.

Do you have any idea who the perpetrator could be?

No, but I will do all I can to make him answer for what he did.

-Nour! -Why attack Karin in particular?

The CCTV camera in Karin's apartment didn't give much, I'm afraid.

This is all we have to go on for the present.

The bastard!

Balaclava, dark clothing, gloves.

The same gear as the guy who attacked Bea and Marta.

Are you assuming it's the same guy in all three cases?

There's another case.

An unsolved case. A woman reported a similar rape two years ago.

What does she say?

She won't talk. Refuses to.

For God's sake, get her to talk. Force her to!

-Is she linked in any way to us? -Not that I know.

But since the three cases we have can be linked to you, then...

-I'd ask you to be careful. -We're always careful.

You have no idea what nutcases we usually have after us.

And what we've just talked about doesn't leave this room, okay?

-Yes. -Bye.

I think it's linked to us anyway.

Regardless of the case two years ago.

-Did you ever meet Martin Åsberg? -Yes, but it isn't him.

How do you know that?

The other woman, from the other case. Zorana Nikolic.

I went to speak to her but she refuses to talk.

How did you find out...

-Matteo. -She didn't even let me in.

You'll have to try again. We need to go on everything we've got.

There's another thing.

Matteo knows what happened with Pierre.

How?

I had no choice but to tell him.

He had a whole lot of questions after you'd been at the station.

You've told your husband, a cop, that we've killed and incinerated someone?

I promise that we can trust him. He won't talk.

-He's a cop. -What got into you?

Me? It wasn't me who went to the police!

Can you let me in?

Please, you have to help me.

This is my best friend.

Please.

Please!

What the fuck?

Thanks.

I had...

I'd been working in a club that evening.

A club? What club?

A gentlemen's club. Societas.

-That's not in the police report. -No.

Do you know what kind of men join societies like that?

Men with money. Men with power.

You were scared.

I still am.

At first there were no problems. I was more like a prop.

But you were required to do more if any of them wanted to.

Of course.

But it was not until I got home that...

it happened.

He must have followed me. I don't know, he...

He must have broken into my flat somehow.

You were raped.

He was masked?

Bound you with cable ties?

Put a bag over your head?

Mum!

I think it was one of the men from the club.

Someone who saw me there and then followed me home.

Why do you think that?

-Hi. -Hi.

-Was it fun? -Yes.

So the rapist could be a member of the club?

-That's what she thought, anyway. -Good work.

I still find Matteo knowing hard to digest.

He won't say anything.

I swear. I know him. He's my husband.

Then let's just hope you never get divorced.

Hi.

Okay... We'll be right there.

We have to get to the hospital.

MAIN ENTRANCE

We're going to wake Karin up. Observe how she feels and her breathing.

If the stress overload is too much, we'll have to sedate her again

to protect her airways and mitigate the risk of brain injury.

Karin, my name is Lydia. I'm a doctor.

You're in hospital.

How does it feel to breathe?

Can you speak?

It'd be best if you lie down and rest. Just take it easy.

Nour!

Stop!

Calm down.

Are you calm now?

Your father's dead.

What? No.

How?

He had a heart attack yesterday afternoon.

He died in the ambulance.

Was Mum with him?

Your daughter was there, too.

Why haven't you told her?

What are you so scared of?

-What happened? -What do you mean?

With Dad.

Something was up with his heart, so they called an ambulance and...

-What did you do? -Me?

-What's wrong with you? -Me?

-Something wrong with me? -I just wanted you to be reconciled.

Reconciled?

Well, it's too late now, isn't it?

You were too scared to.

As normal.

What's he doing here?

Hi. This is for Karin.

Sorry, but what is it with men and chocolate?

It's from the firm. They wanted it sent by courier but I brought it.

-How is she? -It's bad. But she's alive.

-And how are you? -Okay.

What are you doing here?

To be honest, I'm here to see you, to check you're okay.

-Well, shall we head off? -Sure.

See you.

Zandén and Partners?

What, is she supposed to have them intravenously? Damn idiots.

-What is it? -Nothing.

Hi. I came as quickly as I could.

Can you tell me what happened?

Take your time.

I... opened the door.

And he... was just standing there.

He... hit me.

I fell.

He pulled my by the hair...

into the living room.

You saw nothing specific?

A scar? A birthmark?

I don't remember.

-What happened then? -He put...

He put on some music.

And then...

No stress.

I stabbed him.

I stabbed him with the knife.

Okay. Where did you get the knife from?

I... don't know.

Do you remember where you stabbed him?

-In the shoulder. -About here?

-Further down. -Here?

Okay. Good.

Great, thanks.

-But haven't you found a knife? -No, but we have a shoe-print.

It matches those we found at Beatrice Törnquist's.

So everything points to it being the same guy.

-Hi. -Hi.

I don't mean to disturb you. I just wanted to say sorry.

Okay.

-Good. Thanks for telling me. -It was wrong.

I just want us to be friends. For Ada's sake.

-Sure. -Decide things together.

Me too.

-Talking about me? -No, more important things.

-Hi. -Hi.

-Do you think Karin will get better? -I hope so.

-Hi. -Hi.

-Helena, you... -Yes, we've met.

Would you like to join us for dinner?

It's okay, I wouldn't want to interrupt your dinner.

-But can't you stay? -Not today, sweetheart.

See you.

LEO

LATER TONIGHT?

-Have you found out anything more? -Yes.

It seems to be an order.

A lot of dinners. Initiation. Rituals.

It's just a bunch of upper-class guys in robes,

banging rods on the ground, lighting torches and saying "brother".

And I assume that women are strictly banned.

Unless they're just props.

-Hi, come in! -Hi.

You can hang your coat up. I'll just take out the pie.

-I don't know what you like. -You don't have to feed me.

It helps my recovery, too, to work in steps.

-It's terrible about your colleague. -Yes.

But she's feeling better now.

-If you want to talk about it... -Thanks.

But I'm okay. Above all, I'm sober.

-Someone's in, at least. -What if they're doing a theme night?

As long as it not about animals. I couldn't cope with that.

-So that's where you draw the line. -There are different degrees of Hell.

-Let's just ring the bell. -I bet they won't let us in.

-Yes? -Hello.

My name's Nour Navidi. This is my colleague, Janni Can.

We're from Heder law firm.

-I know who you are. -Is that so?

We'd like to speak to one of your members

and ask who deals with the registrations.

Please, step inside.

Thank you.

Wait here a moment.

Light and airy.

This way.

The feelings won't go away.

I feel so inadequate.

That's shame, and it's nothing you can make up for.

-I couldn't sleep. -Have you had a nightmare?

Come, Mummy.

I'll be right back.

Welcome!

What an honour to have such eminent visitors.

I didn't think women were welcome here.

We can make an exception.

I don't know if you've been told why we're here, but we're looking for...

One of our members, yes.

But now you're here, why not let us enjoy your company for a while.

Have a convivial time amongst good friends.

But we're not good friends. We're asking for a favour.

All in good time.

But we most not let these charming ladies

stand here to attention!

-You will stay, I hope? -I need to visit the ladies' room.

If you have one, that is.

Of course. George, can you escort the lady?

Thank you.

Are you sure you won't have anything? A cocktail?

-No thanks, I don't drink. -They all say that.

Can you tell me about your business? It is certainly deserving.

I understand that it can come across as charity to the likes of you.

But representing the vulnerable is no less important for the rule of law

than defending, let's say, an embezzler or a rapist.

"There is a condition worse than blindness.

And that is, seeing something that isn't there."

-Thomas Hardy. -Yes.

You surprise me. You have read him, then?

Enough.

I admire your passion, Nour Navidi.

Shame that you waste it.

You fucking little whore!

Which member do you want to get hold of?

Who knows? If you make me a sufficiently desirable offer...

-maybe I can be of service. -That's enough.

Don't touch me.

My dear...

No one here wants to harm you.

Thanks for the coffee, we have to go.

What did you find?

I found what I think is their membership register.

I was fragile, and felt lonely for a long time when I was sober.

Living without alcohol is... tough, at first.

How were things between you and your husband?

I know that he was having affairs.

But it's hard to take care of everything on your own, suddenly.

-Really hard. -I understand.

It's tough.

How did he die?

Cancer. It was quick. Just over a year.

I have to be strong for the girls. It's important.

Sorry. I don't normally keep my phone on in meetings like this.

-But now that Karin's... -Of course. Check that all's okay.

-I think I have to get going. -I understand.

I'm sure you have a tough time ahead of you.

There must be over 200 names here.

Find any names we recognise?

The only one not there is the King.

-What a charmer. -Isn't he just?

Shit.

WE HEREBY INDUCT INTO OUR ORDER MR. LEO SPORRE

Leo Sporre.

Missed me?

I shouldn't think so.

Damn, you're hot.

Subtitles: Neil Betteridge www.plint.com