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This is on you. And it would be awful if little Anton had an accident.

I just wanted to check how the investigation’s going.

- Iris... How are you, really? - We didn’t talk that much about him.

- Hello. - Hello.

He mostly asked questions about me.

- How long are you staying? - They’re my kids. My kids!

Do you think I’m a fucking idiot? The urn! I know it was you who took it.

- Is this the boy you killed and buried? - No. Who’s this?

It’s not Benjamin’s body.

We’ve got one of them.

Iris?

We might have Christian’s killer.

- No. - Thank you. Next, please.

- No. - Thank you. Next, please.

Take your time.

It’s him.

From where and what context?

I saw him shoot Christian.

If it was the guy, it was him.

Christian!

No!

FALLEN

- I never sleep well. What about you? - I’ve always slept well.

- Yes, I know. - This is Maja, my new colleague.

- Hello. - Hi.

- I’m Iris. Nice to meet you. - Likewise!

Thanks to her, I don’t miss my old one.

Adam, you’re making me jealous.

So, you get her to fetch the coffee?

Yes, and I iron his shirts and polish his shoes. Didn’t you?

Of course I did.

He gets so angry otherwise.

Really funny!

How did you find him?

He was arrested for possession of drugs in Bredäng.

When we compared the fingerprints, they were a match.

- Adam speaking. - And the girl?

We’ll be there.

It’s time, shall we?

- Nice to meet you. - Likewise.

Just relax and we’ll deal with this.

How long are you staying for?

Just one night.

I’m staying in a hotel.

Do you want to meet up tonight?

- I’ll call you. - Good luck.

You’re suspected of murder.

The victim, Christian Magnusson, was shot on July 3, 2021.

He died shortly after.

An eyewitness has singled you out.

Do you have anything to say?

No.

We found the weapon.

It was dumped in the canal, but we recovered it.

And we know that there were two of you.

Who’s your accomplice?

What’s her name?

Why did you shoot Christian Magnusson?

Do you know him?

His name is Van Voorst. I think you know him.

I’m sure you could stay silent all day.

But you’ve been locked up for 24 hours, and the abstinence will hit.

- Tonight, maybe. - Or in a couple of hours.

- You’ll talk then, so why not now? - What the hell?

We can wait. No problem at all.

We’re not going anywhere.

Okay.

You worked for Sylvester Johnson between 1996 and 2003.

Yes.

But in August 2003 you opened a garage.

How did you fund that?

According to your statements, you had no assets and no bank loan.

I bet on the horses and won.

I sold the ticket and made a bit more.

- Then I got my garage. - And forgot that you killed a guy?

What?

No, I didn’t forget.

It was so long ago.

- It was an accident. - An accident?

Several hard blows to the head, so manslaughter...

No way.

- I think he’s lying. - He confessed.

But Claire named Sylvester. He’s got a clear connection to Rovan.

And winning on the horses? Bullshit.

He’s protecting Sylvester. That’s why he’s taking the blame.

You sound like Iris.

Rovan confessed.

- How’s it going with our John Doe? - Great.

The technicians are creating an image of him based on the skull.

Good. Then we’ll make it public.

And his DNA profile is being uploaded against an ancestry database.

So we might have an identification soon.

- What about the Benjamin Serén case? - We thought it was him, and now it’s not.

You know just as well as I do that we don’t have the resources.

Just be happy we solved another case.

It’s good for statistics.

Hi, Gunnar.

I’ll be right there.

Hi, Fredrik. It’s been a while.

Where’s Iris?

- I want to speak to her. - You get me instead.

We were going to contact you.

The body we found isn’t Benjamin.

- We’ve had it confirmed. - What?

- But you thought-- - No.

Iris Broman did.

But she was wrong.

You’ll continue looking, though?

There are no new leads right now.

You’re closing the case?

No! You can’t do that.

If there’s any news we’ll be in touch.

I understand you’ve already jeopardized the investigation.

He’s... kind,

he’s...

reliable

- He’s really caring... - I’ll stop you there for a sec, Hillevi.

When you speak,

try to start from yourself.

Start each sentence with “I”.

“I feel.” “I want.”

I feel... that...

when Peter sees me,

I see...

myself...

the way...

he sees me.

And how is that?

Like a person who is...

worthy...

of love.

Great, Hillevi!

That’s great.

Thank you. If you hadn’t told me to go out for dinner on my own,

I wouldn’t have met Peter. So...

But the important thing here isn’t Peter.

It’s you taking control of your life.

I see.

See you... same time next week?

I was thinking...

about taking a little break from therapy.

Shall we just book you in next week?

- We’ll see how you feel then. - But I’m really happy now.

Hillevi, I realize that’s how you feel.

But... things sometimes take a negative turn.

Yes, but in that case I’ll book another appointment.

- Okay. - Okay.

Hi.

Is your mom home?

No. I’m sorry, but who are you?

I’m Fredrik. I used to go out with your mom.

You probably don’t remember, but we met when you were a kid.

- Hi. - I see.

I called her workplace, they said she was home.

No, she left again. She was just making lunch for me.

I’m ill.

Okay.

Tell her I need to speak to her.

They’ve closed the investigation again.

What investigation?

Benjamin’s.

Benjamin?

Who the hell is Benjamin?

Mine and Åsa’s son.

Didn’t Åsa tell you about Benjamin?

No.

I can’t believe it.

Look.

It’s your big brother.

He disappeared 18 years ago, when he was 16.

Hello?

Stop it, it’s just me!

Stop it, stop it! It’s just me! It’s just me.

Take it easy.

What the fuck are you doing here?

Thank you.

But you could have called first.

I know. But I was in Stockholm, it was a spur of the moment thing.

What made you change your mind?

Christian didn’t like us arguing over

“a few grams of ashes”, as he put it.

Did he?

After he died?

Yes.

Right...

- How’s your head? - I’m okay.

I’m afraid I don’t have any ice.

Hey...

I’d like the keys back, please. I want to avoid...

- future surprises. So if you don’t mind... - I understand.

Thanks.

So you kept this after all...

It’s my favorite armchair.

It’s really not my fault that you--

That you didn’t write a will.

No, and who does when they’re happy?

I really need this apartment.

You said you didn’t want the furniture,

so we got rid of it. But if you want it,

go ahead and take it.

No, keep it. It’s fine.

Well, this was really big of you,

I think.

Right...

Take care.

- Bye. - Bye.

How is everything?

Lovely.

Hey. Have you waited long?

It’s fine.

Why did you want to meet here?

Well...

- Christian and I loved it here. - I know.

I’m doing my own version of cognitive behavioral therapy.

Sure you’re not eating?

We had a late lunch. But go ahead.

We sat at this table, the night he was shot.

He proposed to me.

What? He did?

He’d bought this super expensive ring, and of course I had nothing for him.

I didn’t think you were the type.

I’m not.

How was the interview?

He thinks the silent treatment helps, but he’ll talk. It’s only a matter of time.

- When the abstinence kicks in. - Exactly.

He didn’t look remorseful, that’s for sure.

When I... saw him.

You were in the observation room when we questioned Tim, weren’t you?

You must realize it’s damn painful to be shut out from the investigation.

Don’t you?

But you know why.

- You’re not allowed! - No.

But for me it’s the only thing that helps. To take part, to do something.

Therapy and crap like that might help others, not me.

For me, it helps to be involved. You get me?

- It’s against all the rules. I can’t-- - I know.

But I’ll keep my mouth shut, I won’t tell anyone. I promise.

No.

Over my dead...

Morning, Tim.

Good night’s sleep?

You’ve got something to tell us?

Come on, Tim. Give us something to help yourself.

- She’s the shooter. She’s the shooter. - Who is she?

Sorry, what was that?

- I think her name’s Anja. - Anything else, apart from Anja?

She’s the shooter...

What?

Her name’s Anja. She had the gun, she’s the shooter.

- But your fingerprints... - It was her, Anja.

- She’s the shooter. - But Tim,

why are your fingerprints on the gun?

She wore gloves.

She handed it to me.

So Anja shoots and hands you the gun. Why?

Tell me.

- You need to tell us more about her. - Can we take a break?

No, it’s not enough. Tell us more about Anja.

- Where is she? - I feel sick, can we take a break?

Tell us more about Anja. Where is she?

No, I won’t talk. I won’t talk.

I need a lawyer, I’ve changed my mind.

- I need a lawyer. - Okay. Interview suspended

at 11:05.

Iris!

- Where is she? - Who the fuck are you, bitch?

- You bastard! - Let me go, you moron!

Just tell me where she is! Tell me where she is!

Iris, let him go!

Stop it!

- Calm down! - This is fucking Sweden!

I knew it.

- How could you be so fucking stupid? Fuck! - I’m so sorry.

It’s only because he looked straight at me.

It’ll never ever happen again, I promise. I’m sorry, I lost it.

No, I’m the one who lost it. I never should have agreed to this.

- You do realize I have to report this? - Absolutely, you should.

Hi.

Perhaps you went back to work too soon. Maybe you should go on sick leave again.

No! This was just a one-off. I need to work, it’s better if I work.

- But you’re going back to Malmö today. - Absolutely.

Take care.

Hey...

I was thinking...

That area in Bredäng, where you picked Tim up.

Maybe that girl lives there. He must know her. Have you checked?

- Do I have to put you on the train myself? - No, it’s fine.

Fucking hell!

Where can I take you?

You can...

drop me off at the central station, but via Hotel Birger.

OK.

No problem.

Actually, take me to Bredäng.

Hi.

Do you recognize this girl?

Do you like it?

- Hi. - Hi, darling.

- What are you doing? - We’re having a wine tasting.

Okay?

No, no, no. We’re spitting most of it out. We’re not getting drunk.

- Right... - What’s for dinner?

Let’s see if there’s a wine that goes with it.

No, Peter and I are going out to dinner.

What about me?

We’ve already booked a table, for two.

I thought you were going out with friends.

- I’m not going out. - I’ve bought food, you’ll be okay.

Right. Thanks a fucking lot. Don’t mind me.

- Okay, then. - Hey...

Can’t we stay in... and have dinner, the three of us?

No...

Don’t worry about her. She’ll be fine.

- Are you sure? - Yes.

I’ll just get changed, okay?

Hey.

Can I buy a cigarette?

- It’s fine, you can have one for free. - Nice. Thanks.

Oh, do you have a light?

That’s 20 kronor.

No, I’m messing with you.

Thanks.

- I’ve quit, but you now what it’s like. - It happens.

Actually...

I wanted to ask...

Do you recognize this girl?

No idea.

- Why? - Who’s that?

- I just want to ask her something. - Unfortunately not.

Well, if it’s the one I’m thinking of...

I work in the supermarket, and she’s usually in there shoplifting.

Do you know her name?

Do you know where she lives?

Maybe in those blocks of apartments over there.

- I’ve seen her there. - Thank you.

Anja?

Stop! Police!

Stop!

Out of the way!

Out of the way! Anja!

Anja, stop!

Hey! I can help you! It’s him we want,

he’s just using you!

- She went that way. - What the hell are you doing?

- What? - I thought Adam told you to go home.

- Where’s Adam? - Don’t act on your own, okay?

You’re ruining the whole investigation. It’s best if we have no further contact.

- What? - Yes.

- But she’s over there! - We know. She was under surveillance.

But because she knows we’re after her, we probably won’t find her. Thanks a lot!

I mean...

With all due respect for your situation, police officers don’t do this.

Fuck...

Let’s go.

Fredrik,

open up! I know you’re there.

Open up!

Do you realize what you’ve done? When I came home,

Johan had locked himself in his room, and he’s refusing to speak to me!

Why are you doing this?

Why are you ruining my life?

I hate you!

Do you hear that?

Why can’t you just die?

Thanks for letting me come over.

I’m glad you called.

- And I didn’t report it. - Thank you.

The important thing now is for you to get help.

- Were you really going to jump? - No.

You’ve supported me over the years, so I’ll help you, but...

Tomorrow you’re going home, okay?

Being here isn’t doing you any good.

We’ll get Tim to talk. And Anja, we’ll get her too. It’s only a matter of time.

If they testify,

we have Van Voorst.

We...

Not you.

So where did you know him from?

There was a bunch of us working on the same building site.

Were you employed?

Hardly. It was cash in hand.

But he looked exactly like that.

And you don’t remember his name?

No...

No one went by their name. There were so many of us.

Did you talk to each other? Do you know where he was from?

We only spoke English.

But he might have been Romanian.

Or Lithuanian.

- Polish, maybe. - Thanks for your time.

Is that it?

I’ll see you out.

Kerstin.

- Anything? - No.

He couldn’t provide any details.

He didn’t know his name or where he was from.

- He’s no good as a witness. - But surely something--

Excuse me.

Kerstin Julin.

Right.

Great, thanks. I will.

We’ve heard from forensics.

- Those prosecutors get things moving. - But what did they say?

Traces of Rovan’s DNA on the body.

I see.

And Rovan’s confessed.

So they’re preparing to prosecute.

- We should speak to Iris. - Yes, I will.

Unless you want to, of course.

- Good morning. - Good morning.

- Did you sleep well? - Yes.

Thank you.

Right...

What’s the word? “You’re welcome.” No. “Likewise”, I mean.

Breakfast?

- You know, me and breakfast... - That’s right.

And I’ve booked a ticket, so I’m leaving for Malmö in a bit.

Great.

Are we okay?

It won’t change anything between us?

No...

No, of course not.

Great.

- Speak soon. - Of course.

- Bye! - Bye!

“You’re welcome”?

So, I’m 50% English, 25% North African,

15% Italian, and 10% percent... Finno-Ugric?

What?

What’s Finno-Ugric?

- No idea. - It’s cool, though.

I thought you’d get more details.

- But you have to pay more for that. - Won’t you, though?

- I don’t know. What about you? - I haven’t had my results yet.

But I definitely want to take it further.

- This is where Mom’s boyfriend works. - The handsome Dane?

Shut up!

Shall we say hello? Come on.

Hi, excuse me.

I’m looking for Peter.

- Who’s asking? - Liv. He knows who I am.

What are you going to say?

“This is Natasha. She wanted to see how handsome you are.”

Stop it!

It’s those two.

Hi!

Do I know you?

No, sorry. The other Peter who works here.

There’s no other Peter.

Yes, there should be.

- He’s Danish. - Perhaps you’re talking about Rasmus?

No... Rasmus?

Yes, he left.

So there’s only one Peter here

and, well, that’s me.

- Hello. - Hi. I was just thinking...

- Do you have a minute? - Sure, come on in.

I was thinking about the armchair...

Yes,

I’d like to have it after all.

Of course. Like I said, just take it...

Great. I’ll sort out some form of transport.

I’ll take care of it. We’ll work it out somehow.

Sure.

By the way, we’ve booked a date. For the inurnment.

You’re coming, aren’t you?

No, I don’t think so.

I’m thinking Christian would have wanted...

- I’m not so sure about that-- - ...that we’re all gathered.

Your family never really liked me.

Sorry?

You’re the one who didn’t want anything to do with us. We always welcomed you.

Yeah, sure.

Look...

You might not think so, but I know that his family meant a lot to him.

I do, and I also know that he wanted a family of his own.

But you were too busy with your career.

- What do you know about that? - I know because I talked to him.

I know he wanted kids, but apparently you decided that wasn’t happening.

Hey, know what you are? Fucking selfish!

You’re not even coming? That’s insane!

If it wasn’t for you, Christian would be alive.

Thanks.

I need you to buy more painkillers

and food.

And could you please take the kids tomorrow?

- I’ve been in so much pain today. - Take them... to my workplace?

Yes.

No, I can’t.

Just one day.

It would be so exciting to go to work with auntie godmother.

How did things go with Tove? Did you see her?

I gave her the urn.

Did she realize what we did?

But of course she started

blaming me for Christian’s death, because I was so selfish for working the whole time.

No... She’s fucking insane.

Don’t believe her.

You just can’t say stuff like that.

Of course you worked a lot, but it’s crazy to say it was your fault he died.

How do you know?

That you worked a lot?

I don’t know, I guess

Christian told me.

What?

When did he tell you that? Did you talk about me?

Could you pass me my handbag?

- I... - Did you talk about me?

Sometimes.

I see.

So you spoke often, then?

We spoke because I was trying to get hold of you.

And you never answered, so I

spoke to Christian, because he did.

So, we started chatting

and formed some sort of bond, I guess.

Right. Why didn’t you tell me?

Because I thought it was something that he should talk to you about.

And...

certain things were said in confidence.

What did he tell you in confidence?

- What? Tell me! - It doesn’t matter now.

Please... It really doesn’t matter now.

- Tell me what he said! - Iris.

Tell me.

I know you talked about separating.

Quiet! Quiet! Quiet!

When did he say that?

When did he say that?

- I’m only telling you what he said. - Yes, when? When did he say that?

- Iris, please... - What day did he tell you that?

Tell me when he said that! Just tell me.

- The day before he died. - No, no, no, no!

Iris, please... Iris?