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Birgitta? Birgitta?

Birgitta Piik? Now that is
a star in the detective universe.

This is Emma Ols,
our new colleague.

You were there,
you're a suspect.

Do you see anything
missing in the display case?

You can surely try to
help me? Please, Nora?

-I can't take this case.
-Merit Popovic, the SU unit.

-There are missing narcotics.
-I am here if you want to talk.

There's nothing weighing on me.

By god, you seem a little uptight.
Aren't you going to sit down?

But that's Nora too, so
maybe you're a good match.

Did anything happen during
the evening that you can tell us?

Oh my god! Why don't
you knock, you brute?

-What? What do you want?
-I am so terribly sorry.

It pains me that the atmosphere
took such an unfortunate turn.

I just wonder if there's
anything I can do...

No. I want to sleep, and not wake until
tomorrow morning - and

then I want to leave here as quickly
as possible. Is that understood?

-Yes, of course. Good night.
-Good night.

-And what did Tony want?
-Unclear.

Rather unpleasant
type, that, if you ask me.

And his relationship with
Birgitta, well that's very strange.

But he invited you into Birgitta's
room, for a glass of cognac?

How do you know that?

I don't know, I guessed.

Now you were being clever, weren't
you? Yes, he did, but I declined.

I see.

But... Yes, I heard someone who
was in there later. Who screamed.

Who did?

I think it was Ursula.
It sounded like her.

-And what did she scream?
-Nothing pleasant, exactly.

But you should ask her.

What was it in the manuscript
that made everyone so upset?

Well, the others think that she
has written an awful lot of lies.

A load of slander and invention.

What do you think, then?

Well, I'm hardly
in the manuscript.

A bit on the periphery, perhaps.

Why's that?

Well, I had no quarrel with
Birgitta and I had other interests.

-Like?
-I was quite popular, actually.

But my God, what does
that have to do with this case?

What is that supposed to
mean? Show some respect!

I've scraped off many of your
kind from the souls of my shoes.

As for what it said in that manuscript, you
can dream on, if you think you'll ever know.

What do you mean by that?

So she assassinates
the character of her old

classmates - people she hasn't
had contact with in decades. Why?

But let's look at it from another
angle. Let's consider the motive.

Birgitta describes shame

indiscretions and secrets
concerning these three.

In that case, this is a manuscript
that they don't want published.

That someone burned. But who?

The murderer, perhaps.

The medical examiner has
confirmed that Birgitta died of cyanide.

She had 0.15 grams in her
blood, which is a lethal dose.

-That's quite a painful death, isn't it?
-Yes. Perhaps that was the intention.

The technicians haven't found any
fingerprints on the broken glass yet.

I think the old ladies are all lying.

Yes, speaking of old ladies. The
internal investigator wants to talk to you.

Yes... No, I don't have time.

Oh really? Okay,
what should I say then?

What does it look like I'm doing?

You're in a meeting.

Yes, so what are
you going to say?

That you're in a meeting?

Well, you don't have
to be a prick about it.

This is a dreadful script.
She's stabbing me in the back.

I met Birgitta a few years ago.

We'd drifted apart after

graduating, but I contacted her.

Was there a particular
reason you got in touch?

I suggested that I
write a biography of her.

Why's that? Well, you...

The pension for us cultural workers
is just a joke.

Oh no, I actually thought it
could be a good deal for both of us.

Birgitta being a celebrity,
and I with my sharp pen.

Isn't she a writer herself?

I'm a cultural journalist.

Birgitta writes, or wrote, clichéd
dime-a-dozen crime novels.

Which have sold around the
world. That must have felt...

I prefer quality over quantity.

-What happened then?
-Well, it didn't happen.

But I met her a couple of times.

We had great conversations.
Open and confidential.

But she has certainly
exploited it, I now realize.

She was the one who
made me talk most of all-

while she... refilled my glass.

Did you have any one-on-one meetings
that evening?

No, I didn't. I drank too much
and went to bed.

OK. Because we have information
that you were in her room

and that an argument was heard.

Who said that?

Yes, I got a little angry. Well,
don't I have every right to be?

I felt hurt.

-You. You have let me down.
-Have I?

You have written things I told you in confidence.

Who owns the truth? Who owns the story of their own life?

You have exploited me
for your own purposes!

You can't copyright reality.

You're not printing
that, do you hear me?

How did that make you feel?

Well, I felt like I
could just throttle her.

But my god, I didn't do that.

-What did you do?
I just said. I went to bed.

And you didn't become friends again
first? Over a little cognac, maybe?

No, I don't drink cognac.

I'm a walking cultural cliché.
I'm strictly red wine.

Do you have a Country house?

Yeah, I have a plot at Tanto.
Is there something wrong?

I was thinking about this thing with insects
and bugs that you always need to kill.

It's annoying. But then you use
cyanogenic glycosides. Effective.

-What are you talking about?
-Cyanide.

I have a fly swatter.

Alexander? Hello?

How are you? Hello? Hi.

I need to talk to you.

No, I don't have time.

But it'll be quick.

No, I'm in the middle of an
investigation, that has to come first.

They've managed to secured part of a
fingerprint from the broken glass.

So now they are going to compare
them to the ladies. And Tony.

-Yes, I will get back to you.
-Yes, good.

-I finally read this.
-Shouldn't you be sitting on the bench?

It is not a cosy mystery
Birgitta has written.

-No it is an autobiography.
-She exposes them brutally.

We know.

A psychologist who has affairs with
her male

patients - right under the nose
of her poor husband.

A woman who claims to work
high up in the

banking industry - but actually works
in customer service

and has lost all her money in the divorce.

Pretends to live in upper Östermalm, but
lives in a studio apartment at Hökarängen.

And an alcoholic journalist who
gets fired because of plagiarism.

And what about Monica then?

She writes about a young woman
who is interested in her fiancé.

-Can it be Monica?
-It is not quite right.

Because this young woman seduces the

fiancé, gets pregnant and forces
him to marry her.

But Henrik was
conceived at Capri.

That is something I
heard way too much about.

She says she has no
problem with Birgitta.

But then the last chapter is missing.

Under "epilogue" there are only five digits.

Alexander? What do you think?

Nora, someone is waiting
for you in reception.

It was urgent, there was some
sort of mishap in the family.

Is it Anna?

What happened? Is she okay?

Well, shouldn't you know? You
are the ones that kept her in custody?

What? There was an mishap.

Yeah, it's one hell of an mishap
that you arrested my poor mother!

On what basis, if I may ask?

But you idiot!
Don't you realise how worried I was?

-Family mishap?
-Of course it is a family mishap!

For me! For my family!

What is this crusade
against my mother?

She happens to say something
marginally questionable about the

boy's parents - so you intend to throw
her in a cell with bread and water!

Is that professional? I demand
that she be released immediately!

Have you completely
lost your mind?!

Do you really think she is sitting
here because of a personal vendetta?

Are you out of your mind? She
is one of five people of interest-

- in a murder investigation.
It has nothing to do with me!

It's not even my investigation!

Oh really...

-No, no, no.
-Sorry. I'm getting desperate.

You know how she is, so
nervous. I don't know what to do.

You should go home and take a
shower, because you stink like hell.

Then you can go to your mom's
apartment and get

a blanket, toothbrush, clean clothes,
and come back.

Will you drive? Because I
don't trust him in this state.

Are you aware that your son
has the emotional intelligence

level of a twelve-year-old?

Then perhaps you are also
aware that it is your fault.

That your constant manipulations have made

it impossible for him to ever
leave the womb.

Let he who is without
sin cast the first stone.

Are you, Nora?
Are you without sin?

You, who preferred your career
over being a good wife and mother.

And you, who cannot keep a
man for more than twenty minutes.

How many have you managed to get
through since poor Henrik got rid of you?

But was faithful to my beloved

Harald - in joy and
sorrows all these years

- But if it's a sin...
- Be quiet

How long had you been
married before Henrik was born?

- Why?
- I'm just wondering

You've always talked about Capri

Yes, Henrik was conceived
during our honeymoon in Capri

Hello, Henrik, it's me
Are you at your mother's?

Okay, I'll come round. Bye

Perhaps you could still try
to show some empathy - -

for this dreadful thing that
mother is going through now

Locked in a cell, accused of murder

She isn't accused of murder, she's
being questioned for information

Hell, "questioned for information"?
What's the difference to her

It's horrible anyway,
don't you think?

Yes, it is a pity
for little mommy

I understand if you want to put as much
distance as possible between you and this family

- But Anna is not like
them, I promise you - OK

Amazing how you can be so cold.

This has not been
a picnic for me either

I am all alone.
I have no one to talk to.

Gisela is completely absorbed
with Pyret and...

No, now it's not enough that she's
doing Bamsegym

- and art...

Come on! Spare me.

I have no interest in listening to
how you and Grisela-

can't get your life puzzle together.
I feel a little sick.

Can't we just agree that it is
most unfortunate for you, as usual?

I'm just trying to say that mom is
the only one who understands me.

Why don't you divorce
Grisela and marry your mom?

There are certainly cultures
that accept that sort of thing.

No, for crying out loud...
Seriously. For crying out loud!

-Hold this.
-What are you doing?

What are you doing?!

We found out who inherits everything.
Drumroll... Tony!

That was no surprise.

-What are you doing?
-Just give me a second...

How are you doing?

No, I'm fine. I probably
just have a little bug.

Look.

What? What is it we...?

We need to do another interview.

Birgitta's display case.
Was there cyanide in there?

Okay...

Look closely now. Here's
a selfie Monica took.

Small brown bottle
with a red label.

And 24 hours later, the bottle
is gone. What was in the bottle?

Yes, it's cyanide.

-Where did it come from?
-I bought it.

Birgitta asked me to. It was research
for a story she was working on.

She often wanted props
before writing, for inspiration.

Yeah... Someone
must have broken in.

-What did the epilogue say?
-What?

The epilogue. She wrote an epilogue
but a couple of pages are missing.

Where is it...?
Yeah, here.

It just says some numbers: 99721.
What does it mean?

I have no idea.

I advised her against
writing this book.

-Why was that?
-It would stir up so much anger.

But she wanted
to get back at them.

-Get back at...?
-Yes...

Monica, Anita, Ursula, Kerstin,
they... They weren't nice.

-Was Monica mean too?
-Absolutely! She was the worst.

-In what way?
-They tormented her when they were young.

Such gross acts that the scars
remained for life.

-Look, there she is.
-See, Birgitta.

They spread false rumours about her,
that she smelled bad.

-that she shoplifted, that
she slept with guys for money.

And once some guy planted cheat notes in

the bathroom before an exam and
ratted her out.

She claimed she was
innocent, but she got suspended.

The others turned
their backs on her.

They dropped her like a hot potato and went

on with their lives.
Without even looking back!

And she... She never came
back to school after that.

And those events
followed her through life.

The fascination with
betrayal and alienation—

-influenced Birgitta's writing

-and made her beloved
of readers worldwide.

Okay, look. What is she wearing?

She is so gross!

She invited them there because she
wanted to see their faces when they read.

She wanted to watch them
being revealed. It’s about shame.

In these circles, shame is
so much worse than guilt.

If the facade falls.
They are left with nothing.

Who do you think killed Birgitta?

I don’t know.

But you’re the one
who’s inheriting her estate.

I think it’s him.

He had the motive, he
had an alibi from the ladies…

…which is stronger than theirs.
And now he’s rich beyond belief.

How are you doing?

Are you okay?

Do you have time?

- Won’t you take a coffee roll?
- No, thanks.

-They are home-baked.
-Yes, Ok. Thank you.

Well, you’ve been here a few
years now. Are you enjoying it?

Yes. I find it good here.

I understand you think
this is all terribly awkward.

Well… I can see that you
are here to do your job

– but I don’t want to
get involved, that’s all.

I don’t feel comfortable
suspecting colleagues or anything.

This could just as easily
be an accounting error…

Your colleague seems to be avoiding me.

I have checked out
all of you now, but...

Okay. No, I think... I mean,
he's not feeling very well.

He says he has an infection.
That's probably what's bugging him.

I know that he went through a
trauma and was taking painkillers.

Yes. So what...?
What's that to do with this?

I'm just stating facts.

I would say that he is
the station's best cop.

Okay.

But if you know that someone is
abusing drugs on the job-

-then finding that person actually
ends up helping him or her.

You understand that, right?

I have to take that.
Are we done?

-Bye.
-Bye.

Hi. Where's Alexander?

Okay... I think you guys need to
let the women's group go soon.

-You can't keep them any longer.
-No, we still have a few hours left.

No... But... I think they are old.

And I think...

What is it?

It's the press. I mean, the
press is waiting outside the office.

I had to sneak out the back way.

Hi. I figured
something out. Look.

Yes, she's pregnant.

Monica has always said that Henry
was conceived on their honeymoon.

So maybe it is true
what Birgitta writes.

That Monica is... What does
she call her? "The seductress."

So it's Monica who is described
in the worst way in the book.

Hello. Uh... Welcome.

Yes, he has been
acting strange all day.

Yes, the whole day.
He has been strange all day.

How are you?

I'm not really feeling great.

No. Why are you sitting here?

I am going out to
Birgitta's house.

I think maybe that we may
have missed something.

-Yes, yes. I'm coming along.
-No.

No?

No, it's not necessary.

And I just want to... I just need
to be left alone for a while, okay?

Alexander, what is going on?

Please, tell me
before I start guessing.

Can you be so kind to
just step out of the car?

We need to talk you again. And
you should have a lawyer with you.

You said earlier that you did not
meet Birgitta again during the evening.

No, not when I got
rid of that eunuch-

- then I locked the door and
didn't come out until the next day.

We have just got a response from forensics

and they secured prints from
Birgitta's workroom.

Your fingerprints are on Birgitta's
brandy glass that she drank from.

But somebody must have planted it.

Where did you get hold of this?

Well, you must have missed burning one.
Have anything you want to say about that?

The said about that crap, the better.

- But I'd like to say one thing.
- Exciting.

Yes, well, we'll see. In this manuscript,
four young women

are mentioned. All of who
have betrayed Birgitta.

And let's agree that three of
them are Anita, Kerstin and Ursula?

Then we come to the
fourth young woman.

Now it's getting interesting, because
a young man pops up in the events.

And I thought I'd read
you how he is described.

He is "kind-hearted,
handsome and affectionate".

And he comforts Birgitta,
she falls in love with him

-and then they get engaged.

And the young man, he becomes
seduced by a fourth young woman.

I read how she is described.
It is not much fun.

Because she is "sociopathic,
cold, calculated and untrustworthy".

End quote. And the fourth
young woman gets pregnant.

She manipulates a proposal out
of him and

she lives the rest of her days as

a sort of a housewife version
of Caligula.

And Henrik was hardly conceived
on the honeymoon, was he?

He looks like he's
grown a bit there.

You are the fourth
woman, Monica.

And I understand that it must
have been horrible

- to read this about yourself.
To have your good reputation as a

grieving widow - dragged
through the dirt, and in public as well.

It stings. It can probably
make a person murderous.

You don't have to respond to that, Monica.

Besides, it says here that
he wasn't even the father.

The reason I said that
Henrik was conceived

on the honeymoon
- was to avoid gossip.

But it's perfectly clear that
Henrik was Harald's son!

I should know!
Oh, that vile Birgitta!

She didn't deserve any
of the success she had!

I'm glad she's dead!
I wish I had done it myself!

Cognac?

5 000 kronor a bottle.
Here you go.

What did you want to talk about?

Can you hand me my glass?

Thank you.

First of all... I want to express
my condolences on Harald's death.

Thank you. But that
was a long time ago now.

I still grieve for him.

But most of all I grieve for his having

had such a loveless life with you.

You have no idea what
you're talking about?

Harald chose me.
And we had a love child.

The only one you
love is yourself, Monica.

What is it? What...?

You...you've poisoned me!

Oh my God...

What are you doing?

Here's some reading material.

I'm not going to
try and stop you.

But I beg you with
all my heart to stop.

I promise we can get
through this together.

I love you.

The calmness I feel right now...

I don't know how to explain it.

It's like...

It's like I've walked around with a
constant feeling like I'm drowning.

Like someone's been
holding my head under water.

And now I can
finally breathe again.

It's this pain. This anxiety.

Not being able to sleep, and...

I understand it.

But I don't get why
you didn't tell me.

Don't you trust me?

There have been so many times
when I've looked at you when you

were asleep - and thought...
tomorrow I'll tell you everything.

But then you wake
up, and then...

I don't know. I just feel shame.

Just the thought of
how you'd look at me.

And how do you think I
would have looked at you?

Like I don't deserve you.

Like I don't deserve you.

We have to go back now.

You know who it is.

I've read the last chapter. I
understand what's going on.

-I thought it was weird.
-Is Pär here?

-No.
-Then I'll drive.

The suspects will be
dismissed soon. Bring in Tony.

Prosecutor Nora Linde. I'm
assisting the regular prosecutor here.

I'd like to start by asking you if you

were in Birgitta's room that evening.

I've read the last chapter.

Birgitta was like a
mother to you, wasn't she?

You were the one who broke into the
cabinet and took the bottle of cyanide.

She writes about a writer
who fakes their own death.

And she has the
help of her assistant.

Birgitta was sick.
She had pancreatic cancer.

She was on strong medication and
had a prognosis of two to three months.

We found the medical
notes in the safe.

Birgitta had...
planned the evening.

Planned every detail of her
last perfect crime mystery.

Why is there no
coverage on this island?

The murder of herself.

Can you pass me my glass?

Even though Birgitta wrote
literary fiction - she still

had a unique understanding of the
human condition.

She saw through the hypocrisy.
And she foresaw Monica's panic.

But why?

It feels so extremely far-fetched
to stage your own death.

She wanted them to feel
what it was like to be tormented.

She always used to say that
the wounds that are

inflicted on you in your youth
- they shape a person's life.

Those wounds never heal.

She wrote that "her boys and girls

in blue" - would get to the bottom of it.

Yes, she was very
fond of the police.

Yes, she knew that
you would solve it.

So it was always intended
that the truth would come out?

Was the whole thing
just a practical joke?

It's rather macabre.

Yes. She hadn't planned
to publish the book.

As she put it: “Who cares
about a bunch of old broads?”

Thanks for stopping by.

I have reason to believe
that you are using narcotics.

Oh, yeah?

I got a tip-off.

Who from?

I’ll wait here.

Give it to me. Give
it. Give it to me.

Can you just look away? Look away,
I can’t do this if someone’s watching.

Thank you.

You. I did it for you.
Alexander. Don’t go.

Now this is all yours.

As Socrates said: “Nothing
ever is ever better than justice.”

It’ll take about two weeks to
get clean, so I’ll see you then.

This is gonna be a hell of a ride.

-You don’t want the phone?
-No.

If something happens, what will you do?

I brought a couple of
flares, that’ll have to do.

You don’t have to be macho.

No, I’m... I’m scared shitless.

But I don’t have a choice.

Text: Pablo Diaz Bernal Iyuno