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I have a man here who
needs a lawyer.

It's an old friend of yours.

Which one of my friends?
-Sæmi.

We've got him for murder
in the Ministry.

-Who did he kill?
Halla Einarsdóttir, 28 years old.

It's not every day that the
Prime Minister's aide is killed.

I'm Edda Kristjánsdóttir,
Sæmi's lawyer.

Does he know that?

I was told to get this to you.

This says little innocent Halla
was Sverrir's party planner.

The interesting part is that she
recorded all the debauchery.

You're not Daníel.

And here I thought
we could be friends.

Until then, I suggest that you find
the videos in that letter.

-And you are?

Lena.

This is my apartment.

-I rented it out to Halla.

S-she was my niece.

Mister Prime Minister.
How are you?

You don't need to answer her.

She was the party type.

Someone's broken in here.

Won't you come with us downtown
so we can take your statement?

Aren't we going the wrong way?

Where's the blue bag?

Phone!

What happened to you?

Just a little after-party.
Did you bring clothes?

Hello. -I need to charge two cops
for kidnapping and assault.

What?

I said I need to charge...
-I heard what you said.

Two of your colleagues broke
into my house, kidnapped me

and drove me out of the city
to assault me. -Are you joking?

I'm not fucking joking, do you need
your ears cleaned out.

Did you get their badge ID,
or the car license plate?

No, but I'd recognize them
if I saw them.

One is large and beefy, the
other is short with a large head

and a shoe in his cheek.
-A shoe?

An expensive shoe. He must have
gone to the hospital, look there.

Was the large one dorky... and
the other reeked of aftershave?

Yeah. You know them?
-Edda Kristjáns wants to see you.

Look, I'm coming downtown.
-Stella...

Word of advice... I'd forget about this.

Forget about this?
Are you high?

I know your pain, but you've
kicked a hornet's nest here.

Who are these guys, Raggi?

They're well connected,
and to powerful people.

My advice is to
walk away while you can still walk.

Everything OK?

No smoking in the car!
-And?

-And?!
There are rules!

Don't be such a German right now!

Thanks.

She's here.
-Who?

Stella.

You've got some nerve.
Did something happen?

I'm tired of your games,
either you tell me what you know

or that letter goes to the press,
and we both know what that means.

Let's deal with this in private.

What do you want to know?

I want to know who you
think killed Halla.

Indeed.

Let's start with context.

Halla was fond of hosting parties
while secretly recording them.

All of those recordings
are kept in... -The Blue Bag.

She only needed to mention her
bag to get everything she wanted.

Looks to me that she
mentioned it to the wrong person.

I'll need more than that.
Names.

Here's where things get tricky.

Who was at the Ministry that night?
-We know of Halla and Sæmi.

Did you check the cameras?
-Halla turned them off.

Convenient if you're having a
a party there. -In the Ministry?

Some more context. That night
Halla was at a dinner party

with the government and high-
ranking Chinese officials.

Everyone involved with the China
deal was there, including me.

We were celebrating a milestone
event in the negotiations

and to prepare for the upcoming visit
of the Chinese Prime Minister.

Sverrir sent Halla
away during dessert,

and my sources tell me
she went to the Ministry

to prepare an after-party
for Sverrir and his mafia,

and a select few Chinese officials.

And then what?

From what I hear the party started
the moment the cameras went off

and went on well into the night.

What happened there is only
known to those who attended,

if they remember anything.

So instead of helping me narrow
down the list of suspects,

you add half the government
and some Chinese officials.

Perla is about to blow out the candles.
-Yes.

Think it through. Who is so
important and powerful

that he can get others to
mop up his bloody floors?

Are you saying that the Prime-
-I'm not saying that. Not at all.

I'm just...painting a picture
of a weak-willed man

who has an affair with his aide,
loves to party

and has VIPs visiting to sign the
country's biggest deal ever.

$150 billion boost into our
economy, if all goes well.

But then... something goes wrong.

Mommy, are you coming?

You're a clever girl,
I'm sure you can figure it out.

The Blue Bag has all the answers.
-Where the fuck is The Blue Bag?

All that I know is that it
hasn't been found yet.

We would know if someone did.
-What about the Chinese?

I guess they're looking
for it as well.

That's enough for now.
You know the way out.

Sverrir's gang of Ministers will
never talk about that party.

Maybe the Chinese can offer
something juicy.

May you live in interesting times
and all that.

At the embassy I was shown to the office
of some tough guy big shot,

on special order from China
to oversee their negotiation committee.

I'm afraid Mr. Guo Dai is not familiar
with these accusations.

What are these parties you are talking about

and when were our committee members
supposed to have attended them?

I have it on very good authority
that they were present that night.

At the Prime Minister's office.

Between me and you,
I don't care what they did.

I just want information about
what happened that night.

Mr. Guo Dai has nothing more to add.

That was a bust, the Chinese are
more shy than Gunna on a date.

Twice as paranoid as her, though.

Only thing left now is to put
more pressure on Sæmi.

Problem is that the boys in blue
suddenly won't let me see him.

What are you doing here?
-Meeting my client.

Why am I not allowed to see him?
-He's no longer your client.

What do you mean? -He fired you,
weren't you notified?

He's giving his confession right now.
-Why wasn't I told about this?

Edda Kristjánsdóttir
now represents him.

What did you say?
And you just let that happen?

You're fucking spineless!

What am I supposed to do?
-She's the PM's sister.

Even you must find that strange.
-How so?

Halla was found fucking dead in
the Prime Minister's office!

Does the term "conflict of interest"
mean nothing to you?

Stella...I...I...

Have you checked if Sverrir's DNA
matches the sample from Halla?

Don't you need a YouTube channel

for those tin foil conspiracies of yours?

This confession is bullshit,
you know that I'm right.

It's over! There's no point
thinking about it anymore.

Gunna? Could you-

Relax! We're just taking
you to a short meeting.

You owe me a tooth.
-You owe me a shoe.

Not now!

SIGRÚN VALDIMARSDÓTTIR
REST IN PEACE

It figures. Valdi Porno.

Laurel and Hardy here are a
lousy channel of communication.

Ever heard of phones?

Where is it?
-Where's what? Your conscience?

Didn't you bury that under your
first strip club?

The Blue Bag.
Where is it?

In a safe place.

Care to guess what happens
if something happens to me?

So, you have it?
Is it for sale?

How much are you offering?

We should be able to
reach an agreement.

I want to see it first.

Let's make a deal.

If and when I want to sell it,
you'll be the first one I call.

You're bluffing.
You don't have it.

Keep on thinking so, that gets
you and your goons off my back.

It is better to have me as a
friend, than as an enemy.

Funny, because I know a couple
of underage Slavic girls

who wish they were not
friends with you.

Don't forget your shoe, bitch.

Gunna?
No, I'm fine. You up for a drive?

Why are we driving to Selfoss?
-To look for the Blue Bag.

Is it there?
-I don't know.

Again, why are we going there?

Because if neither the PM nor
Valdi's goons have it,

and the Chinese know nothing,
then it's still hidden somewhere,

like in Halla's hometown.
-But isn't it just digital data?

You can just upload that
to any cloud service.

True, but if it's footage of the
PM and friends at a wild party

then it's probably too sensitive
to be uploaded to some server.

But... -Gunna, for real.
It doesn't matter, we're there.

I don't understand, shouldn't
the police handle this?

Yes and no. I fear that Halla's
case isn't being handled fairly.

Why are you doing this? Aren't
you the beast's lawyer?

-Maybe it's because...

Maybe it's because I can relate
to your niece, in some manner.

If I may, I want to tell you
a little about myself.

I know what it's like
being in Halla's shoes.

Like her, I was once fresh in the
city, alone and lonely.

Why didn't you ever tell me?
The closet and the dog...

...and with your mother.

Because I made it all up.
-What?

Made it up. You know, lie to her
to get her to trust me.

What's wrong with you?!?

Lots of things, but it worked.
She gave us the bank deposit key.

Let's go, the bank's closing.

Here you go girls, just call out
when you're done.

What is this? -It's a Barbie doll.
A very expensive Barbie, in fact.

'Winter Splendour' from 1996.
It's worth loads on eBay.

Junk. Nothing here but stocks
and jewellery.

This is a bust, let's go.
-Are you going to leave this?

Let's take it to Lena.
She'll probably be grateful.

Look who we have here!
Your friend Lena says hello.

What did you do?

Turn around!
Hands against the wall!

Is that everything that
was in the bank? -Yes!

I think we got it.
Come on.

What were the police doing here?
-Fuck! Lena!

Lena!

It's OK, they're gone.

They knocked over everything,
asking about some bag.

We've given them what
they were looking for.

A blue bag. I only have Halla's
furniture and doll collection.

Doll collection?
-She called it "her insurance".

Where is the collection?

So this is Halla's "insurance".
Tragic childhood memories,

disproportional bodies,
all dressed up for parties.

Hello hello...

Is this a joke?

The file sizes suggest these
are videos.

Cute names. Trausti Cocaine,
Hoskuldur Dog Leash, Vardi Dildo.

Nice one, Halla.
Could you search for Sverrir?

34 results.
-Busy little Prime Minister.

Okay, movie night.
I'll make popcorn.

Problem.
-What?

The files are password-protected.
-Can't you do some Gunna-shit?

The encryption's too strong.

This needs a password that's
about 40-60 characters long

made up of letters, numbers,
symbols and stuff.

If I'm lucky I'll crack it in
a few days, decades if I'm not.

We have names. We have motives.
I can work with that.

Can you zoom in on these files?

So Sverrir has mostly been in
Halla's apartment.

That room...

Do you want-
-Shh!

Haukur?
Hi, Stella here.

I need a meeting with the
Prime Minister, right now.

I've just taken on a new client...

(whispers) not that one, there!

Her name is Francesca and she wants to
discuss damages for a jar of peanut butter.

peanutbutter.mov

Sverrir knows what it means.

Yes, I'll hold.
I'll need back-up.

I can make a copy, but-
-Not that kind of back-up.

Terrific, that's what I thought.

Is this treason? Are we committing
treason, Stella? -Maybe.

Should I wait here?
OK, I'll just wait here.

No security guard?
-No, I sent him home.

What does this Francesca want?
Who is she? -We'll see.

You can tell me. -You're not
invited. It's just me and him.

So... you're that lawyer girl.

It's actually pronounced
'Stella Blómkvist'.

Where's Francesca?
-She's not here.

Where is she?

I don't know.

Probably at the Eldorado bar,
possibly even Lithuania.

I picked her name from a
very long list. -What list?

Now where might I find a list of girls
you've played 'truffle pig' with?

Pardon me, but what the hell
are you doing?

If you want to know, I'm looking
for the right angle, to find...

What is this? -A camera that Halla
placed in this room.

How did you know it was there?
-The Blue Bag helped.

You have that fucking bag?!?

Easy, I'm not Halla.
Sit down.

Relax!
-Sit!

I'm sitting down.

If you'll excuse me I'm gonna
play back the footage,

see if Halla caught it on tape.

Then we can sit and wait
for the police together.

Just the two of us,
how does that sound?

You're despicable.
-Mirror.

Interesting tactic.

This has been so hard on me.

I really cared about her.

You should have thought about
that before you murdered her.

Never.

I didn't kill her.

I don't think so.
I can't remember.

I went to the bathroom and then
I woke up next to her.

Fortunately you don't have
to remember.

Odds are good that the DNA they
got from Halla's body is yours.

Easy.

Are you sending threats
in the middle of a party?

-Haukur?

No, I think...
-If you...

I need you to delete this!
-What are you talking about?

Relax!
-No, you relax!

Fuck.

Help!
-Stop it!

No one can hear you anyway.
No one's here but us.

And thick walls.

Talk to me, Haukur.
We can work this out.

I think that's too late now.
Where's the Blue Bag, Stella?

Oh. That.

I was wondering why I'm still ali-
-Tell me where it is!

Show me yours, I show you mine.
-What do you mean?

What did Halla have on you?
A recording?

Doing what? Sex? Drugs?
Kicking kittens?

It must have been really juicy
since you caved in her face.

Do you see her face
when you go to sleep?

Or when you close your eyes?
All bruised and bloodied? By you?

How scared do you think she was
after your first blow?

How long do you think
it took her to die?

And for what? You whoring around?

It wasn't that.
-What was it then, Haukur?

What was so important that you
had to crush the life out of her?

Was it corruption?
Some hanky-panky?

For the Chinese perhaps?
-Shut up! Just shut up!

Ah. The Chinese.
You worked for them?

It wasn't like that.
I'm not working for them.

Then what was it?

Just...giving them some information.

About the Icelandic negotiation committee.

She had a recording of me
blabbering off while drunk.

A stupid little mistake that looks really bad.

Did she try to threaten you?
-Yes.

How? -She just... texted me.

I didn't know how to deal with it.
She wanted me out of the Ministry.

You fucked up, Haukur. - Evidence in BLUE BAG.
What would you like to do about it?

If Sverrir and the others found out
it would all be over.

No future for me.

That SMS knocked me out cold
for the rest of the evening.

But I had to put on a brave face.

Can't look bad to the foreigners
snorting coke from hookers' breasts.

That damn recording was the
only thing I could think about.

This little mistake that could ruin everything.

So I went to her...just to talk!

Maybe scare her a little...
or just convince her.

I tried to convince her to
erase the recording.

She played being stupid.

What is she doing here?

Worming her way into the Ministry
because the PM has a hard-on for her!

Relax!
- Relax yourself!

Don't talk to me like that!

Let go!

How did Sverrir get involved?

Just the wrong man
at the right time.

As usual he was completely wasted.

Sverrir.
Wake up, Sverrir.

Sverrir had just fucked her.

Whined about his cum being
all over the place.

Get a grip, man!

Call Valdi, he'll
get rid of the girl.

What have you done,
my dear boy? -I don't know.

Yes, Valdi? Haukur here.

We took Sverrir home and

left the ministry open for the guy
who Valdi sent over.

Halla was just to disappear.

If it hadn't been for that
goddamn security guard...

So you went to Plan B. Is Sverrir
paying Sæmi to take the fall?

We had it under control.

Until you came along and asked
about the fucking Blue Bag

and everything went
to hell again!

Why is no one paying me
large sums of money?

I sit on the Holy Grail of
political corruption.

The Blue Bag itself.
-Would you be OK with that?

You don't know me well enough.

Is that a yes or a no?

Stella?
-Gunna, run! Go!

We have to leave.

And no bullshit!

Dammit!

Gunna!

Wake up!

Are you OK?

Wait here, I'll call for help.

It may bruise. We'll
remove the stitches in a few days.

OK?
-Thanks.

Stella.

They're letting you out?
-Yup.

Are you good?
-Yeah, but you?

Yes.

I just wanted to thank you.
You may not realize it

but it's unpleasant being
in such a position,

not to mention thinking
that you're a murderer.

Exactly.

You don't need a job, do you?
-With you?

I have two open positions.
Maybe with my sister Edda,

she runs Iceland's
biggest law firm.

Let me think... no thanks.

Don't forget to bill me,
for consultation work.

Don't fill out the amount,
I'll take care of that.

I don't need pity money.
-Not pity. Gratitude.

Gratitude, right.

Sverrir continues being as
slippery as prison soap.

Somehow he emerged from
this smelling of roses.

His approval ratings have
never been higher,

the sympathy drama
is a smash hit.

Sæmi was released and ran
right back to the Porno clan.

Now he can go back to selling
blow and making bodies disappear.

The accused, Haukur Karlsson,
is sentenced to 16 years in prison.

Haukur went straight to jail,
bypassing all waiting lists.

He's kept quiet about the
Prime Minister's partying.

Probably being paid off
to keep quiet.

There's plenty of money around.

Hopefully enough to forget.

Now would be a good time
to treat myself,

When my pockets are lined
with Sverrir's gratitude.

I want that one.

I wonder what such silver stallions cost?

Stella.
-Hello, Dagbjört here.

How are you?
-A little bruised, but good.

Good to hear.

Thank you for your service
on behalf of the Icelandic State.

Right. -Could you tell me
what became of the bag?

It's in a safe place.
Why do you ask?

Just curious.
-Need to blackmail someone?

I care about the welfare of
the Icelandic Republic.

...as we all do.

Feel free to be in touch
otherwise.

I think we can both benefit
from being friends.

Let's hope so..

You fucked up, Haukur. - Evidence in BLUE BAG.
What would you like to do about it?

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