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WHISKEY ON THE ROCKS

Cheers!

What was that? Did
anyone spot us?

There's a submarine
on Torhamnaskär.

What's it doing there?

Answer me, goddamn it!

- Where are we?
- Sweden.

Shit!

- Possible diplomatic complications. Stop.
- Understood!

So, that means our
operation has failed?

It has, Comrade Secretary-General.

Pull!

The Russians have launched a
potential attack against Sweden.

Get the choppers
ready for Washington.

And get me the Swedish
Prime Minister on the phone!

Hello?

- Who was it?
- No, I was too slow.

They'll call again if
it's something important.

THIS SERIES IS INSPIRED
BY A TRUE STORY

SOME CHARACTERS AND
LOCATIONS HAVE BEEN ALTERED

FOR REASONS OF NATIONAL SECURITY

QUITE A FEW, TO BE HONEST...

The
sheep seem anxious.

No. You worry
too much, Thorbjörn.

Unwind a little now that you have time
off in the middle of the week for once.

What's
simmering over here? Ow!

Lamb stew.

- That was hot.
- You know it is.

You could tell by the smell.
You're a weird one.

- Has anyone called?
- No. No.

Or actually, yes, Ola called. He's
been trying to reach you, apparently.

- He has?
- Mm.

- When he knows I'm having some time off.
- Yes.

I hope nothing has
happened out in the world.

- Like a new Harrisburg or such.
- Not again, hopefully.

Anyway, he wanted
you to call him back.

First, we'll have dinner.

The secretary of state and
the world will have to wait.

- It'll do them good.
- Honey, call him.

The stew needs to simmer a good while
longer, or the meat will be tough.

Like when you do the cooking.

Oh, here comes the criticism.

Right, I'll call him
from the armchair.

Hello, Ola. Did you call to
check how the sheep are doing?

Well, I'll be damned.

Karlskrona, huh?

Yes, sure, I understand.

I'll leave as soon as
I've informed Solveig.

Goodbye.

- You don't hear that every day.
- No.

Now, it's your turn.

Yes. All right, all
right. Take it easy.

Comrade Captain, 12 o'clock.

Swedish jet fighters.

You don't fucking
see that every day.

Well, this isn't easy. The sub
has immunity as it's a government ship.

On the other hand, they
didn't announce their arrival

in accordance with protocols.

And they're in Swedish
waters without permission.

And inside a restricted
military area.

You're saying the submarine does not have
immunity, according to international law.

So, the gentlemen and ladies in
this henhouse have finally concluded

that we need not apologize
for the Bolsheviks' attack.

Hallelujah!

Mr. Prime Minister. Finally.

- Sweden is under attack.
- No, we don't know that, Börje.

- Let's not jump to conclusions.
- Conclusions?

A 262-foot Soviet submarine
is 150 feet from land

inside a restricted
military area.

What do you call this? A picnic?

- They might have taken a wrong turn.
- Wrong turn?

- No one is perfect, Börje.
- No?

- Or are you ready to cast the first stone?
- Uh...

You don't repel Russians by
throwing stones at them, Ola.

I have four torpedo boats in the
water and four more on the way.

- I can strike at any time.
- Whoa, whoa, cool your jets, both of you.

You'll have to excuse my attire,

but I understood from the
circumstances that it was urgent.

This is the most severe
violation of Swedish neutrality

since we let the Nazis ride trains
through Sweden to invade Norway.

Or does the Secretary of State intend
that we bow to the Bolsheviks as well?

We invited the Nazis... that we'll
admit, but this is different.

Nice to have the patrol
boats, in any case.

No one is to enter our waters
to help the Russians leave.

- No.
- We must own this matter.

- Own the matter?
- As they say.

- Own the matter... We own jack shit.
- What do you mean?

Who knows? Maybe this Russian submarine
actually is the infamous Trojan horse,

packed with nuclear warheads.

Sorry to interrupt the general
in the middle of his couplet,

but people are calling, wanting
to speak to the prime minister.

Please, Barbro. I can't speak
to the press at this stage.

By people, I don't mean the
press, first and foremost.

No? Then who?

- Well, Chairman Brezhnev in Moscow.
- Ugh. Anyone else?

President Reagan in Washington.

That's no better. Neither
of them speak any Swedish.

Anyone else? Mrs. Thatcher?

No, she hasn't called yet,
but your wife, Solveig, has.

Right, what did she want?

I don't know. Shall I
call one of them back?

Yes, that's...

I say we start with President
Reagan, and then Chairman Brezhnev.

Listen, the submarine
isn't going anywhere.

And I think I need to know a bit
more before I talk to the big boys.

A slip of the
tongue would be bad.

So let's start
out easy with Solveig.

- How does that sound?
- Yes, that sounds good.

Good.

Mr. Prime Minister.

Solveig...

The world is ablaze, and
he's calling Solveig.

Ready the chopper.

Karlskrona needs me.

Yes.

Absolutely, I...
Yes... Well, it's...

The press is likely waiting down there
to, well, sink their claws into you.

Shall we try to sneak
out through the garage?

- There will be no sneaking, Håkansson.
- Oh, my name is Martinsson.

Don't interrupt me
when I'm speaking!

We have a... a buffoon
for a prime minister,

and it's of utmost fucking importance
that we sway public opinion to our side.

- Public opinion?
- And when... Shut your mouth!

And you keep your mouth shut about
what you heard here. Understood?

Not a peep from you.

There he is!

General Lagerkrantz,
a comment on the situation?

As I'm sure you understand, all measures
being taken are highly classified.

But the joint chiefs believe it's
important that the Swedish public

actually understand the
threat the Soviet Union poses.

It's a known fact that your
grandparents were executed

and your mother fled the Bolsheviks
before ending up in Sweden.

Yes, via Helsinki, in a
box of fish, nonetheless.

Will this affect your decision
in this severe situation?

No, of course not. But I'm afraid
I don't have any more time for you.

- I have a country to defend.
- What about the people in Karlskrona?

No, the people who
live in Karlskro...

- Question time is over. Thank you!
- I have a grandfather there, you see.

THE KREMLIN MOSCOW

And who are you?

Daria Rudneva, your interpreter.

I've been here for four
years, Secretary-General.

What do you want from me?

Prime Minister Fälldin
has not answered our call.

Shall I try him again?

Not available?

Who does he think he is?

Uh... who is he, anyway?

Swedish prime minister, Fälldin.

Comrade
Secretary-General,

you have the White
House on line one.

What do they want from me?

It's regarding the submarine with
technical issues in the Baltic Sea.

Uh... Well, this is relevant.

So, we need to answer
that call and...

and get this matter over with.

- Gaby, is that you?
- Daria! How are you?

Good, thank you. We
do as usual, huh?

In the name of
world peace, hallelujah.

I'll transfer the
call. Please hold.

Secretary-General, I have President
Reagan from Washington on a secure line.

We just talked about this.

Leonid? You son
of a motherless goat.

Are you there? It's Ronald here.

Mr. President
Ronald Reagan here.

It's a great honor for me to steal
a moment of your precious time.

Why do you keep bothering me all
the time? Calling and calling.

You should go hang yourself.

Greetings, honored President.
To what do I owe this pleasure?

Really? So you remember me?

Well, dementia appears not to have
knocked out every brain cell yet.

What have you gone and done now?

Can't you find your own place?

Or does the entire submarine
fleet wish to defect?

I'm calling to find
out what happened

in the archipelago
of southern Sweden.

Friends should always be
honest with each other,

and we don't want to worry
NATO unnecessarily, do we?

Why on earth would
I tell you anything?

Do you have delusions
of grandeur?

With all the respect
to you and the NATO,

but this is discussion
only between Sweden kingdom

and Union of the Soviet
Socialist Republics.

Surely, the only thing you respect
is the bottle of liquor in front you,

if you haven't finished it already.

We have three surveillance planes
over your goddamn submarine,

and we need to know if it is
carrying any nuclear missiles.

So, would you, once and for all,
say what's really going on out there

before war breaks out for real?

We are seriously concerned
about the situation,

and we are strengthening
our presence in the area.

So, in the name of
maintaining peace,

do tell us what you are doing
inside Swedish territory.

Do you think your
clanking of weapons

will frighten the Soviet people?

As far as I'm concerned,
you can go to hell!

No.

I don't have time
for you anymore.

I need to go take a shit.

I'm very
sorry, Mr. President,

but I have a very important
meeting right now.

I'm sure we'll speak
again soon. Goodbye.

You don't hang up on me, you...

I trust you handled the translation
with traditional delicacy.

Absolutely, Mr. President.

Did you translate
everything literally?

Of course, Comrade
Secretary-General, as always.

I think what we need to do

is to go on the offensive.

Attack. What do
you think, Dasha?

Attack! Exactly!

RUSSIAN FLEET JUST
OUTSIDE THE SWEDISH BORDER

VALERIY KALININ, ADMIRAL

Admiral Kalinin.

New orders from Moscow,
assume attack formation.

From Moscow? The
minister of defense?

It's from... Comrade
Brezhnev himself.

This is serious.

Assume attack formation.
Half speed ahead. Execute!

Commander, there are more, three
destroyers, two corvettes...

an unknown number of
subs in the water below,

and then we have NATO
in the sky above us.

Are they really going
to break in to get their sub?

At war with the Soviet Union with a
Bolshevik-hating commander-in-chief...

I don't think it can
really get much worse.

The situation is
extremely urgent.

ANDERS KARLSSON, COMMANDER

I'll break the CoC and go
straight to the prime minister.

Skip the Commander-in-Chief?

He's still on his way, so we
can't get hold of him now.

This is what we'll do.
I'll hold the fort here

while you set up the new
mobile artillery on Tjurkö.

But we have no ammunition. It's
being used for drills in Malmö.

I know.

But the Russians don't.

Call the prime minister.

We should've called
the Home Guard after all.

Yeah, they wouldn't
have made such a fuss.

If only Björklund had
returned that hammer.

- Yeah.
- Honestly, I don't understand that man.

No.

GOVERNMENT OFFICES STOCKHOLM

Hello, Commander Karlsson.
This is Prime Minister Fälldin.

I hear that the situation has
deteriorated, so to speak.

That's right. Five Soviet warships
are approaching the Swedish border,

three destroyers
and two corvettes.

At the moment, we can't rule out
that this is a rescue attempt.

There's also an unknown number of subs
in the water, NATO in the sky above us,

and Commander-in-Chief Lagerkrantz
is arriving here momentarily.

And he is my superior.

Commander, we don't know each other,
but I hear what you're saying and...

I agree that the
situation is urgent.

These are my orders.
Hold the border.

Do whatever is necessary for
that, but no offensive excursions.

Tell that to Lagerkrantz
before he runs amok.

We can't allow him to act on his
own to avenge his grandparents.

Understood. Thank you,
Mr. Prime Minister.

- Commander Karlsson.
- Attention!

General, that was a quick
march. Welcome to Karlskrona.

Well, then, I'm assuming
command. At ease.

Would the Commander mind giving a
sitrep? But please, keep it short.

In the Commander-in-Chief's
absence,

I felt the need to contact
the prime minister,

who has made a few calls and
in my opinion, very wise ones.

- What the he...
- On the prime minister's orders,

we have dispatched the sub
Neptun to mark our presence.

Commencing observation.

We have also placed the ice-breaker
Thule in the Gåsefjärden inlet

to defend against
any rescue attempts.

Further, Major Henriksson is on his
way to Tjurkö to set up ARTE 719.

But the prime minister has
forbidden any offensive action.

Goodbye.

THE GOVERNMENT
OFFICES STOCKHOLM

Yes, but I will be late.

You know what I'm
dealing with right now.

Honey...

It's the last time.

Yes, we'll... we'll
talk about it later.

Hi, Ola.

- Red or blue?
- I don't know.

I say we go with blue. Let's
not flirt with the Russians.

No, you're right.

Frank Sinatra once told me,
"Family, it's not a big thing.

It's everything."

Thorbjörn needs you at
the press conference.

It's already started. Okay?

- Prime Minister!
- Excuse me!

- Well, as I just said...
- Can you answer our...

And, uh, we will
not accepter any...

What's it called again? The...

I don't know.

My order to the military
has been very, very clear.

Hold the border.

Defend the border?

If the Soviets try anything,
will you go to war?

- Yes, yes...
- Sorry, I'm late.

I think the Minister
of the Forest Affairs

maybe can explain a little bit.

Yes. Thank you,
Mr. Prime Minister. Well-spoken.

Everybody can make a mistake.

Sweden values the great bilateral
relations between us and the Soviet Union.

However, we neither
will, nor can be happy

about having foreign
submarines in our own water.

On this, we are very firm.

- Mr. Prime Minister!
- No more questions, thank you.

Thank you.

Is it possible the
Soviets have subs on the east coast?

A Soviet sub carrying 56 crew is firmly
aground in the Karlskrona archipelago

since late last night.

The submarine is stranded in
a restricted military area,

18 kilometers inside
the Swedish border.

It is almost like a comic opera,

but all involved are
taking it very seriously.

What we know is that the submarine
is a so-called Whiskey-class model.

It was built in Leningrad
and launched in 1956.

The world has never been closer
to a third world war than now.

A Swedish
fisherman spotted the submarine...

- But what...?
- All right, all right, all right!

Just because they're talking
about you, you shouldn't, uh...

think you'll get to
meet fancy ladies and...

Lill-Babs and such.

The liberation
operation has begun.

All ships are en route to the Swedish
border to bring our comrades home.

1,300 yards out. Four minutes.

Switch to speaker mode.

1,100 yards out. Three
minutes to the Swedish border.

TJURKÖ – ARTE 719
MOBILE ARTILLERY

Major, they're still advancing
on the sub. What do we do?

Move aside.

750 yards out. Two minutes.

Message the Neptun
to mark our presence.

Messaging the Neptun
to mark our presence.

Orders from Karlskrona.
Mark our presence.

- Activate floodlights.
- Acknowledged. Activating floodlights.

Comrade Admiral. There is a
Swedish sub right below us.

- What? Are they planning to attack us?
- Doubtful.

It's obvious that they want us
to know that they are there.

Cheeky devils.

Maintain course.

450 yards out. One minute.

- Go to frequency-hopping.
- But...

We're only to use
that during war.

We are at war. Execute.

Now!

Go to frequency-hopping.

Go to frequency-hopping.

Acknowledged. Over and out.

What did they say, Major?

We are... at war.

Go to frequency-hopping.

Keep targeting the
Russian destroyer.

Yes, Major.

Johansson.

Coordinates. Go to
frequency-hopping.

200 yards out.

Comrade Admiral.

We're in the sights of the
Swedish artillery on Tjurkö.

Our intelligence says
it's no longer functional.

The enemy has gone
to frequency-hopping.

Are they... planning to fight?

How do we proceed, Major?
We have no ammunition.

There's nothing more we can do.

Shall we proceed
with the operation?

One hundred yards out.

Turn off the alarm.

Commander,
they've stopped.

All of them.

Yes!

They're stopping.

They've stopped.

That was close.

Holy shit...

Contact Moscow.

What is it?

A message from Comrade
Brezhnev, Comrade Captain.

Oh.

What does Comrade Brezhnev want?

He seems to be somewhat
disappointed, Comrade Captain.

"Esteemed Comrade Peskov. Stop.

May you burn in hell. Stop.

I will...

send your three horse-faced
daughters to Siberia

if you don't put a swift end to
the humiliation you have caused

the Soviet Union. Stop.

If the Swedes attempt
to board the submarine,

you'll have to blow up
that piece of shit...

with yourself still
on board. Stop."

How shall we respond,
Comrade Captain?

Thank him for
his clear instructions.

And add that his wise leadership

is an example to us all.