All language subtitles for Springfloden S02E05x265

Dad!
- Sandra!

Sahlman's daughter says
her computer is gone.

There's a butterfly on my computer.

You wanna know who killed Sahlman?
It's connected to his father's death.

How did he die?
- I don't know, but I know where. There.

Silvergården. A rest home
owned by Jean Borell, a risk capitalist.

His chart is not available.
- What you mean?

First the reporter and now her,
both snooping around.

Abbas is gonna be ok. I need your help.
- With what?

Rune Forss. What if it got out
he was seeing prostitutes.

Jackie knows about the list?
- It's a list of "potential" clients.

So Rune Forss is a potential client?

You found him?
- Yes.

So we kissed, is that illegal?
- No but it's interesting.

Hall provided 5-IT to prostitutes,
the same drug that disappeared from Customs.

What the hell are you doing?

Clas Hall has fled.
- But we had him!

Mette!

Mårten.

What?

Mette had a heart attack.

You got up early.

Are you ok?
- We'll talk about it later.

Pictures from the search?
- Yes.

The hoodie and the bicycle found at Hall's.

Sahlman's cyclist?
- It could be.

Anything else?
- No drugs, they must have gotten rid of it.

Are you ok?

My brother died of a heart attack.
He was my older brother, so this is...

How old were you?
- 19.

So Mette was right about Hall and Forsman.

Whose house is this?
- Does it matter?

Nervous?
- And you?

No. All they know is
we were having some fun at the pub.

Also that I stole those drugs from my workplace.
You think they're idiots?

They got nothing.
- They got the email.

What email?
- Between Sahlman and myself.

He threatened to go to the police.
- But he didn't.

He never learned to do his chores right.

What did you write him?
- I blamed you.

You forced me into it.
- You mentioned my name?

No but it's not that hard to figure out.

My lawyers cost as one year of your salary.
All they have is some bags...

They're all marked.
Each bag has a combination of letters.

In Town Hall we hold elderly citizens
in high regard.

You're looking to buy one of
Albion Novum's enterprises, aren't you?

I can't comment
while negotiations are in progress.

Silvergården is a Albion rest home.
You know what happened there?

In Silvergården? All I know is
it's an exemplarily managed facility.

I think we're done now.

You saw how she reacted
when he mentioned Silvergården?

Why?
- 'Cause it's Albion's crown jewel.

She won't discuss it
not to screw up Borell's deal.

What does he say?
- Nothing.

I tried to schedule an interview
but it's impossible to contact him.

No one's impossible to contact.

How high are we gonna bid?
- Until we buy it.

You were right, he's here.
Stay on the phone so that I don't screw up.

I'd never seen his work
but it's fantastic!

Say something about figurative art.

Figurative but from the inside out.
- Talk about color gradations.

Almost "psychodelic" undertones...
- Psychedelic!

I'll call you later then.
- Ok. Good luck.

You're thinking of bidding on this?
- Why?

It's gonna go very high.
- All his works do, unfortunately.

You think they're not worth it?
- It's alright if you can afford it.

It's a shame when they end up in some
private collection and nobody else can enjoy them.

Apart from the collector.

You're gonna bid?
- I'm gonna buy.

Then I'll enjoy it now.
- What did you say... "from the inside out"?

You mean like "appealing interplay"?
I guess I can agree.

I'm writing an essay on Max Book.
He's a fascinating character.

It's good I got to see this.

Wait...

I'm having a private exhibition
of my Max Book collection this weekend.

I have a few. You wanna come?
- Why not?

Why don't you call me?
Jean Borell.

Olivia... Rivera.
- We'll talk then.

You're having a private exhibition?
- Yes, I think I will.

Isn't it a bit... unnecessary?
- You think?

Just get me another glass.

You're gonna go? Why?
- To sniff around about Silvergården.

You don't know who that man is.
- You have a better idea?

Of course not. You can't park here by the way.
- What if he finds out what you're doing?

I'll be careful.
- Borell is a well known womanizer.

Ok, we're moving!

Hello.
- Hi, Tom. She just woke up, she's recovering.

Ok. Good.
- They're not allowing visits yet, she needs to rest.

Thanks for calling, Mårten.
- Take care, Tom.

Hey! I got a new fridge,
can you help me?

You got it?
- I got it!

It just fits, did you measure it?
- I'm not stupid.

You're hungry?
Get yourself a plate.

Plenty of vegetables.
- Yes.

What's this?
- Artichoke soup.

You're vegetarian?
- No, allergic to meat.

It's caused by a tick bite.
Quite an unusual allergy.

I bet there's ticks on the islands.
- In some parts... but I still eat meat.

How's it going?

With what?
- I don't know... is everything ok?

Sometimes you disappear the whole day.

You have nightmares.

I know. Do I bother you?
- No.

It must be tough, always the same dreams...
- Are we eating or are we talking?

Sometimes you have a really dumb attitude,
you know that?

What's for dessert? Broccoli?
- Marinated rat.

Yes, it's always the same recurring nightmare.
Ok?

How you're feeling?
- Anything new?

They managed to get out of town.

We found the bicycle and Hall's hoodie.

Interesting.
- Forensics are working on it now.

Why is he here?
- Mårten...

Be nice and leave immediately.
- Of course.

Why didn't you kick him out?
- He's like some ferret.

Does he know you had a heart attack?
- Calm down...

You need to take it easy!
- That's not my best feature.

It better be now.

It'll be better when you come back home.
Just rest now.

Sounds good.

Have you thrown the whole bouquet?

- SORRY ABOUT THE HEART ATTACK.
HAVE YOU THOUGHT ABOUT WHAT WE SAID?
RUNE FORSS. -

What does he mean?

Yes, it's terrible.

You mean Mette?
- Yes... who could have thought?

A heart attack...
she was strong as an ox and suddenly...

Unfortunately a heart attack leaves marks...
and Mette isn't that young.

I need to look around
and search for a possible replacement.

Yes...?
- Foresight is a virtue.

Who knows if Mette
will be able to come back?

I had a few words with the head of staff
and your name popped up.

You mean...
- It's purely hypothetical, we must think for the best...

And... we have a good chemistry, you and me...
don't we?

Hello?

Am I the first one?
- Yes...

Everyone else cancelled,
it's gonna be you and me.

A really private exhibition.
- That's right. I'll take that.

Welcome.
- Thanks. What a nice place.

I bought the land from the navy.

I've always had a nose for
buying good places. You want a drink?

No, thanks. I'm driving.
- Right... the Mustang.

So, what do you think?
- Beautiful!

Isn't it?
That's an Ernst Billgren.

Have you ever wanted to be an artist?
- No but I admire them.

Why?
- 'Cause they do something I can't do.

And what is that?
- Let's see...

My talent is in a more peculiar field.

I know, I googled you.
You're a risk capitalist.

Right.
- And your wife is a designer.

She's in London.
I was thinking...

I'll show you something very few people have seen.
- Ok.

My private collection.
Come in.

It's an old army installation.

This goes from the mountain to the sea.
I built the house above it.

Come.

You like wine?
- Yes.

You know what's the best vintage
for Bordeaux the past century?

No.
- The year of peace (1945), fantastic wine!

This is my treasure chamber.

Not much market value
but for me... my Shangri-La.

That was created by an English artist.

Don't tell anyone about it.
- But where...

Stillborn twins, from Liverpool.

The parents were generously compensated.

Now the fetus lives as a work of art.

Touch that panel and you'll see.
Try it.

Abracadabra...

Max Book.

There's one more over there.

You bought it.
- Of course, I told you.

His best work is...
- What's that noise?

The vacuum system.
- What's that?

The best security system
against art theft.

Only available on the private market.
- How does it work?

You're curious.
- I guess it's a secret.

Not at all.

When the alarm sets off, the door closes
and the air is sucked from the room.

It's hermetically sealed.
No one can get in or out.

It's Magnus. Can you describe the girl
who came asking about Sahlman?

Tall, slim, brunette...
- Name?

Olivia... Rönning... I believe.

Sure you don't want a drink?
- Thanks, I'm good.

I bought a piece of a successful video-artist,
Ann-Sofi Sidén.

A very rare film actually.

You like it?
- What?

The counter.
- It's very... peculiar.

That's also an Ernst Billgren.

You know what's even more special?

I think I have to go.
- No! I'll call you a taxi.

I'll have someone drive your car back.
Don't you wanna stay?

Goodnight.

Thanks for the evening.

What the hell are you doing here?

When did you arrive?
- Just now.

You knew I had a visitor.
- Who is she?

Olivia Rivera.
- There's no Olivia Rivera... she's Olivia Rönning.

She's the girl who went asking
for Sahlman's medical records.

What the hell is she after?
- Most of all... how much does she know?

Ok, what color was it?

Where was it?

Ok, that's what I wanted to know.
Thanks, I'll call you tomorrow.

How did it go?
- I think I saw Sandra's computer.

What... how do you know that?
- There was the same butterfly on it.

It could be a coincidence.
- I don't think Borell has butterfly stickers on his laptops.

No, you're right.

Did he mention Silvergården?
- No, he avoided that subject.

Shit!

What's he like?
In private.

Truly unpleasant.

So you don't have to worry.

Ok.

How about a drink?

I'm very tired,
I'd better get some sleep.

Ok.

Bye.
- We'll talk.

Hi, Mårten.
How's Mette?

That's great news!

You found my computer?
- Maybe.

I saw one with the same sticker on it,
In a villa in Värmdö.

How did it get there?
- I'm not 100% sure it's yours.

Can we prove that?
- Sandra, I was just about to got to...

Mårten gave me this.

He wants me to write on it...
what happened and things like that.

Did you do it?
- Yes, I wrote a lot of stuff.

Tsunami and all that happened...
it's good to keep a diary.

Very good.

Yes... and you?
- What?

Now that I met him... have you thought
about you and me living together?

I thought about it but...
I don't think it would be good for either of us.

What... why?
- It's not the right thing to do.

Listen... wait...
- Don't touch me!

Have they recovered Bengt and Sandra's computer yet?

They have not.
- I think Jean Borell might have it.

He's in Sahlman's circle of acquaintances.
- What... they knew each other?

Why you think he has it?
- I've been to his house in Värmdö.

You saw the computer?
- It had a similar sticker on.

So you're not sure.
- No but it's a very strange coincidence.

Can you run a search?
- Borell was in India the night of the murder...

...and it's not linked to the lead
we're currently following but... I'll have a look.

Thanks.

Don't worry, Tom. I'm ready to go home
and start taking better care of myself.

Just like you.

So she said Forss was a "potential client"...
- It's all bullshit.

He's staggering... the list is all we have.

Then we have to dig deeper.

I still have contacts.

I'm in terminal 5 and I'm about
to board a flight to Dubai.

I sold those camel fuckers
a slogan that they're loving.

"Every man is a desert".
You see? "Desert"... brilliant, isn't it?

They're giving me shares,
it's a damn good deal!

Problem is it's got to be done now!
You'll get 10%...

Yes, now... I'm about to board...
let's say 11%, just because it's you...

No...

Shit! You scared me to death!
- Hi.

Fuck it, Stilton!

Please, come in...
- It's fucking freezing in here.

Of course it's freezing,
those fascists turned the heating off!

Is that Johnny Råttan out there?
- Of course it is! He sits there and wait!

Look at him!

He's out there drooling!
- He's got a baby?

Baby?
Move over!

How many kids does he have?
- I can relax now... what is it that you want?

I want one of Jackie's girls.
- That piranha? It's gonna be tough.

Yes... I didn't say it was easy,
that's why I'm asking you.

You're smart, Stilton...
what's this about?

I wanna get Rune Forss.

The cop?
- Yes.

Sounds fun, but...
- I know.

Stilton...
- I know.

You know... one has to build trust.
One... two... look at it...

Forsman's email?
- Yes.

Correct disclosure.

Sahlman found out about the robbery and Forsman
blames someone she doesn't name... probably Hall.

We have two problems:
first, they fled... second, Sahlman's computer.

Neither Forsman or Hall took it.
- No.

If there was info about the robbery in it,
it's probably been dumped.

Worst case scenario.
- I had a tip Jean Borell might have it.

Jean Borell? Who told you?
- Olivia.

Olivia?
How did she...

It's Mårten, you must leave!

Hi...

Bye! They brought flowers.
- Don't you put 'em in water?

No, it's not necessary...

Coffee? Cookies?
- Store cookies? No, thanks.

They didn't know you were cooking.
- Have you taken your medicine?

I took my medicine.

Ok, that's good.

Hi!
Minken!

Is Stilton in there?
- No.

But he's got a cabin here.
- Yes.

I'm coming down!
Damn cougar...

What a nice cozy boat!
- It's a barge.

Barge, yes.

So you know Tom?
- Of course, we go back.

We got a big project together
back on the islands. Huts, beaches,

water slides and all the rest.

Is that a bottle of bourbon
you're hiding back there?

You want some?
- The Pope sleeps on his back?

So you live on a barge?

How is it?
- Small.

But you feel better.
- Yes.

You remember Rune Forss?
- Yes, your object of hate.

He was on Jackie Beglund's list.

Mette and I need to find someone
he bought sex from.

Like... girls from the Red Velvet?

Can you think of any names?
- Not right now but I can check my files about her.

Ok... good.

How's Abbas?
- Much better.

Do they know who...
- I don't know but he needs to calm down.

Yes... Fidel... and Ernesto Guevara...

Fidel's brother... Ramon Castro...

I could go on like this all night!

If you have no stories,
you have no fucking life!

You happen to have an extra cabin available?
- You're homeless too?

No, no... I just need to lay low for a while.

I have some temporary cash flow issues.

My stocks kicked me in the face...
oh, it's gotta be him!

Probably.
- He's so sneaky!

Thanks, we gotta do it again.
Stilton!

It's open.

You look like shit! If you need anything,
I made friends with the lady...

You got a name for me?
- Ovette Andersson.

Ov... Acke's mother??
- Yes.

Shit... she worked for Jackie?
- Yes.

How did you find out?

Stilton... how are you doing?
- I'm tired.

"Tired"?

I got up so damn early and I still
haven't gone to bed so don't talk about "tired"!

You gonna climb those stairs?
- No, you can go, I need to rest.

Yes, I think I'm gonna stay a while...
the lady is very nice. We'll be close.

Then I'm gonna move.
- Stilton... it'll be cozy!

Hi.
- Hi.

How's Acke?
- He's fine.

What did you want?
- Talk about Rune Forss.

I know you used to work for Jackie
and Rune Forss was your client.

Could you testify?
- Why would I?

I wanna screw that bastard.
- What you think it's gonna happen if I talk?

You have any idea how Jackie is?
- Yes.

Forget it.
- Ok, I had to ask you anyway.

It's a sad thing you got no backbone.

Go fuck yourself.
- Contact Minken if you change your mind.

I want you to put mimosas on Samira's grave
as often as you can.

She used to love those.

I have a letter...
something Samira wrote for you.

Short after you'd given up.

It came back... wrong address.

There was no address.

Who did this?

Who is it?
- Samira's murderer.

Alain Bressan?
- I'm gonna catch him, Marie.

I'll get him.

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