08x02 - Rage Room

[bunniefuu]

* exciting music *

* Steps *

* Door is unlocked. *

* exciting music *

*rumble*

*strumming*

*ominous sounds*

* exciting music *

* Click, door will open. *

Who ​​are you? What are you doing here?
- What is the code for the safe?

I don't know.
- Give me the code, dammit!

* rattle* - I don't know it.

The code or I'll beat you to death.
The code!

* Clink and crackle*
- Okay, okay, okay.



One, nine, eight, two. 1982.

One, nine...
one, nine, eight, two.

*strumming*

[moans] Nineteen hundred...


- * Door squeaks, he groans. *

* She gasps. *

* dramatic sounds *

- Good morning.
- Thank you.
- [Jenny] Morning.

Well I think f*ck it now.
- On what?

To this whole relationship circus.
No longer interested.

Finding someone who...
It's degrading.

That's it then. over and over.

Middle-aged man poor...

Live for the job, bull stereotype.

- [Alex] Where's Josef?
- You released him today.

Damn, I forgot.
Steinar, you're going with us,

- a dead man was found in Nacka,
we have to go there.
- Hey.
- Hey.

*shots*

Man, put that mask on.
- What? Hell no.

Man...

*shots*

Fear the macho façade
crumbles when we play?

Show us how it works in reality.

Reality is different
than paintballs and beer.

You don't want a beer without an eye.
Take the mask!

I'll show you how reality is.

Let's go. - *shots*

- And you're taking a little time off?
- Inger wants the allotment garden

tackle, but you
know how it is...

- It's hard to switch off.
- Hey, don't worry.

Josef and I will
rock the ship alright.

- Hey.
- Hey.
- Well then...

It's a little further back in the forest.
Sentient souls be warned.

A trail runner stumbled
on him...literally.

He may not have been
dead very long dead.

The cause of death
is pretty clear, isn't it?

Mmm, one of the worst I've ever seen.
- ID?

No, no wallet, no phone.

Then we cannot determine
his identity this way.

- Is there something else we...
- * Cell phone is ringing. *

* Cell phone rings. *

* Cell phone rings. *

* Cell phone rings. *

[woman] "Bruno. Where are you, honey?
Why don't you answer?"

"Where are you now?"

My name is Alexandra Beijer, I'm a police officer.
- "Policewoman?"

Who ​​am I talking to?
- My name is Maria Simonsson.

Okay... Hey Maria, that's it,

we found this phone and
need to know who owns it.

I have the feeling that
Josef and I won't get bored.

* theme music *

- Martin Beck
- Steinar Hovland

* theme music *

* rattle and clank *

The paintball thing is mine.

But the Rage Room,
that's Petter's thing. Peter!

Kind.

Look at my little sister.
Do you think that's too gross?

- Too badass? The craziest thing is
- t
- hat they all look like their parents.

* Laugh *

Yes, it's been 20 years
we look like dried fruit.

But you held up pretty well.
* Clang and clatter *

Thanks. But you also.

* rattle and clank *

[man] Well done, Åsa.
Come on out now.

* She gasps. *

* pulsing sounds *

The m*rder*d jogger is
called Bruno Simonsson,


two adult children.

Owner of an antique shop
in Gamla Stan called Aureum,

along with a Jonas Forssell.

I've already had a first
conversation with Simonsson's wife.

But we can do it today
even with Forssell.

I thought if Jenny
and Oskar do it,

- Steinar and Josef can take
care of the rest tomorrow.
- Mmm.

Of course. - Awesome.

[Jenny] He was found
on a jogging track.

This is really terrible.

Can't believe that
he had to die like that.

Bruno was so incredibly nice.
Didn't hurt a fly.

You have no idea who would have wanted to k*ll him?
- No.

No.

wait a minute...

There were some guys
here, a few months ago,

they wanted to buy the business.
Bruno didn't want to sell, and...

in the end they became very menacing.
- Did you report this?

As if that helped.

Unfortunately there are a lot
obscure people in the industry.

And we have to trust the
customers, that's not easy.

Do you know the names of those who threatened you?
- Unfortunately not.

Would you recognize her if you saw her?
- Could be.

Yes, I believe so.

They kicked you out, you
puked on the dance floor

and fell asleep in the sandbox.
Don't remember? *Laughter*

Didn't you steal the pinball
machine at the campsite?

Yes, yes, you wanted to drive
away, the trunk opened and...

No, that wasn't him...
- No, no, that was my brother.

[Lindberg] Yes, Tobban.
[Åsa] Tobban, yes, exactly, Tobban.

And what's he doing now?
- Åsa, stop it.

Well, that's quite a
long story, you know?

Lindberg, you
sucked at paintball.

What, did I finish last?
Well, you know how it is.

The years go by and...

the muscles rest and rust.

* Laughing* - But I wasn't
that bad I wasn't, was I?

[Cissi] You look
absolutely silly. *Laughter*

[blows] Where's the lamp? Where?

Where's the lamp?
- You're scared, aren't you? - No.

* Cissi laughs. * Where is she?
- Yes you did.

Wait. Wait wait...

Okay, okay, what
happens if I do this?

How's that? * She moans.
* - Take that off.

Man, that's really expensive.
- I'm a cop,

I know how to deal with this.
* laughter *

[Åsa] Cissi? Everyone is going now.

Okay. - Sh...

Yes, yes, I'm coming.
You guys go ahead, I'll follow.

- And go.
- The taxi will be here soon.
- *
- laughter *

[Åsa] Then I'll take it.

* Quiet music *

* Door opens with a bang. *

* Quiet music *

*loud breathing*

* vibrating alert *

You...

Honey. - What?

It rings.

Your mobile phone.
- *Vibrating Alert*

* child whining. *
[woman] Shhhhhh...

- * Child is crying.
*
- I
- t's fine, I'll do it.

Just give me the address.
- *Street noise*

And the money?

- That's okay. Don't
call
- m
- ore. I'll do it.

OK.

hey

* Trains rattle. *

[Josef] That's a nice apartment.
- Mhm, but unfortunately it's not mine.

A friend who is abroad

leaved her to
me for half a year.

- I like this one.
- Mhm,
- w
- as pretty half-assed, wasn't it?

* Laugh *

And was it a disappointment for you?

Mmm...

What are you doing today?

* He puffs and
sighs. * Working.

And train.

But... it could also be that
I don't give a damn and...

stay here instead
and train with you.

* kissing sounds *

Oh damn I can't... - Hm?

- crap. I have to clean out
dad's house
- i
- t must be empty...

by the end of the month.
- Okay, is he moving or what?

No. He's... he's dead.

Oh... sorry, I didn't know that.

You couldn't have known that.

Heart attack. - Uh.

He was a goldsmith.
He had the workshop in the garage.

And a month or
so ago was burgled.

He must have caught her doing it.

His heart stopped, the
police found him in the garden.

Did we catch them?

The thing was shut down
before it even started.

He died because
his heart stopped.

Not the burglars fault,
as the saying goes.

Hm.

* keyboard clatter *

- * Knock, startles her. *
- Is
Josef there yet?
- Not yet.

- I'll call him now.
- No, he was at the reunion,

partyed all night.

He'll be there when he's sober.

Thanks for coming.
- It goes without saying.

Did your dad do that?
- Yes, he really did.

He designed it for Mom when they got married.
- Beautiful.

He later made more
of it. * Closing sound *

OK, here it is.

Oh man.

Yes, they really
let off steam here .

Åsa and I haven't
gotten around to it yet.

But the lock was intact? - Yes.

I think they made dad give
them the code for the safe.

What did he have in there?
- Gold. Some finished jewelry.

OK. The value?


everything from the insurance.

Dad was super accurate,
had receipts for everything...

But this...

Rage Room.

Yes, really.

He had a security camera.
- What, really?

There... The system
looks homemade.

That looks like him.

*distant dog barking*

[Åsa] Hello. - This is Åsa.

We are here. Come.

Well, the cops who were
here they just dismissed it.

Said, "The man died
of natural causes."

They were so damn indifferent.

When I called a week
later they just stopped.

Did he have a computer?
- The laptop was also stolen.

Was anything else
stolen from the house ?

One Bluetooth speaker is gone.
- And that's it?

yes as far as i know

The camera was probably
connected to the laptop.

Yes, but I can't
say much about it .

That would have been the job
of the policemen who were here.

How am I supposed to know all this?
This is absolutely sick.

We both just stood there
like two idiots and, and...

sorry joseph

Is okay.

* Steps *

* Dishes rattle. *

- Oh, thanks.
- [Åsa] Will you stay
- a
- nd help us pack?

No, I have to go to work.
- * He slurps. *

But I'll see if I don't...

can do a little research.

Well, I can't promise
anything, but...

let's see. - * He slurps. *

* He listens to pop music. *

[Alex] Hej. - Hej.
- Where have you been for so long?

I overslept. - Ah. OK.

Was anything wrong?
- Besides oversleeping? - Mmm.

Steinar should explain that to you.

A m*rder on a jogging trail.
A, uh, Bruno Simonsson.

But I'm going now, let me know if anything happens.
- OK. - Hey.

Hey da. - Hey da.

* Sizzle, Steinar whistles
to the pop song. *

Hoho.

- Hey.
- The perfect
dinner. * Steinar laughs. *

- What's going on?
- We're supposed to go to forensic medicine.

I'll be hungry again
tomorrow afternoon.

So now there's tagliatelle with
meat sauce and some queso fresco.

- Okay? Are you hungry?
- Yes, dammit.

Then cut the leek.

scale

Listen, about the
father from this... Cissi...

Um, I think that's bad
too, but was it m*rder?

Even the chief investigator
admitted the report was a disaster.

You wrote "death
from natural causes,

no investigation necessary".

- Yes.
- And they wrote, the
lock was opened by force,

but it's totally intact.

- Maybe someone had a key.
- Yes,

- if he didn't leave the
goldsmith workshop open.
- Hm.

- We have to go.
- Who ​​do we have to see?

An antique dealer who
was ex*cuted. Done?

Cause of death is not strangulation.
The larynx is depressed

and the airways are
blocked by bone and blood.

- From the ratchet strap?
- No,

more like a blow to the larynx.

Hey, my name is Josef
Eriksson, I'm from the police.

And the belt must have been
tightened afterwards to complete the job.

- What to be on the safe side?
- Yes, you can.

Thanks.

And you send it over to me?
That's very nice.

Thank you very much.

What's up?

The goldsmith had a maid
from a cleaning company.

A young woman, 22, who
had a key to the house,

and according to the
company, lived a chaotic life

- with drugs. Now she is
- re
- gistered with her father,

which doesn't seem stable either.
I'll give them a call.

- This has nothing to do with this?
- No.

Hey da. * ringback tone *

"Here is the connection
by Ulrika Kennerberg,

say something after the beep."

The cleaning lady won't answer.
I have to check something first.

* exciting music *

- That's Ulrika?
- Mhm.
Kenner Mountain.

I'll go in.

*birds chirping*

* Doorbell, Josef knocks. *

*birds chirping*

* exciting music *

* exciting music *

* dramatic sounds *

* metallic click * - Steinar.

What?

We're going in.

There's someone in there.

- We're going in.
- No, no,
no. I'm reporting this. Wait.

* exciting music *

*clink*

Police.

*dynamic music*

Here he is.

Check the kitchen.

There's someone else here.

And this is Ulrika Kennerberg.

Well, we didn't
call because we...

We didn't know if he was still
in danger or if he was still alive.

- It was just so...
- It was
so surprising.
- Stop.

What were you doing here?

Steinar just came along as a
courtesy, I wanted to check something,

at a school friend's
father was burgled...

A school friend you say? Aha.

And then you stumble over two dead bodies.
- [Both] Yes.

- Okay.
- Ulrika Kennerberg
- a
- nd Per-Erik Stensson,

the identification
documents of the two bodies.

Per-Erik was shot in the head ,

but he has the only weapon here.

Ulrika was strangled.
She has strangulation marks on her neck.

And she lives here, right?

Yes, she is registered here,
along with Johan Kennerberg, 65.

Probably her father.
- You didn't see him?

[Both] No. - No?

And who is this Stensson
with the g*n, anyone know?

- No.
- [Josef] No. [Alex] No.

You said something
earlier about a burglary.

At a goldsmith, right? [Josef] Yes.
- Yes.

We found things that
might be coming from there.

Biggan, give me that box.
- [Biggan] Here.

Can I see that over there?
No, that. That, yes.

Did you come with a laptop?
- Nope.

I want you to walk
me through this,

including connecting with
your old school friend. OK?

[Man] sh*t, aren't you
allowed into your house?

Hey m*therf*ckers
I live here the f*ck.

Calm down.
- What is it, what happened?

Hey. hey Are you
Johan Kennerberg?

Yes. man, that...

We want that you come
with us to the station.

- No, we're talking here.
- He's d
- r
- unk, there's no point.

Johan, we need to talk to you.

Okay? Come on,
let's sit and talk a little.

We understand this
is difficult for you.

But so we can find out
what happened to Ulrika,

it's important that you
answer a few questions.

Per-Erik Stensson, do
you know who this is?

No, no, never heard of him...
No.

Was he someone
she associated with?

I don't know who that is, I say

I didn't say it per se, but...

Johan, Ulrika was a cleaner?

Did she have access to the
keys of the people she worked for?

Maybe that they
also have the keys

in a different way?
- What do you think?

Did she use the keys

to break into their customers ?

The goldsmith, is
that what this is about?

How was that, goldsmith?
- That was nothing, I don't know.

I do not know anything.

She was my daughter
and now she's dead... Puff.

* depressing music *

[Sweet] What...

What will I see?

The man we found er, uh...

No, that can't be Per-Erik.

We hope you can help us.

But the man that we found

had Per-Erik's driver's
license with him.

Then he probably robbed him
and stole his driver's license.

That might be possible.

Uh, is it in there now? - Yes.

* calm, monotonous music *

Is this Per-Erik?

* dramatic music *

* She sobs. *

*stifled screams*

Quiet. Take it easy.
- * Suss is sobbing. *

* She cries. *

* Sweet screams. *

Listen there is no
known connection

between Ulrika and
Per-Erik Stensson.

Both no criminal record,
according to his wife,

Per-Erik was a caring father,

er, youth taekwondo coach
and former security guard.

Former, what was his last job?

Day trading, online
stock trading, how it looks.

What, could he live on that?

Yes, on her part-time
wages, I suppose.

Can you check her finances, Ayda?
- Yes.

Was he involved in
Ulrika's break-ins?

uh, it might be possible

but if several customers
had been robbed,

would have sounded the
alarm bells a long time ago.

Unless these investigations
were also discontinued.

Per-Erik Stensson
must have had a reason

to drive to Ulrika,
and he took his g*n.

Well, he was with her with the
g*n, somebody showed up, shot him,

strangled her and disappeared from there.

Could the father be
a possible candidate?

Josef and I talked
about if he was able to

I don't think he strangled
his own daughter.

- No. I think I'll talk
- ab
- out this with Martin.

Is it really supposed to smoke that heavily?

Mom, I dropped a
small piece. Ok, that...

This is going to be great.
Let me do it.

[Vilhelm] Okay? - Hello...

Hello?

- Hey, Inger.
- Hej.
- A
- m I interrupting the meal?

No. Did what happen?
- No, uh, Martin said

I can stop by.
Didn't he tell you?

Of course I did.
Come and sit down.

We should have bought more.
Hungry?

No. I haven't, thanks.
- We like to share what we have.

Would you like a glass of wine?
- No thanks.

I want to go over something
with Martin, then I'm gone.

It's nice here. Hello, Vilhelm.
- Hello.

I can't get it together.

The b*llet that k*lled
Per-Erik Stensson

matches the weapon
he was holding.

Magazine was half empty.
Forensics are under review,

if it's the same g*n.

But did one and the same
person k*ll them both?

And if so, in what order?

But what if there was
no third person involved?

We'll have to wait for the full
medical examiner's report but...

the shot to the head must not
have been fatal immediately.

- Let's say this, uh...
- Per-Erik.

...Per-Erik was there
to k*ll Ulrika Kennerberg.

Why? He had no criminal record and
they didn't seem to know each other.

The motive, that, uh... may
be an old jealousy drama,

that we don't know
about, or something,

related to their
past delinquency.

Anyway, she lets him in,

a fight breaks out
he attacks her...

- She grabs his g*n...
- And fires a shot at him,

but he still manages
to end her life.

And before he dies, he crawls
towards the door, and then...

In this case no third
party was involved.

Ulrika and Per-Erik
k*lled each other.

Hm.

- Give that to Alex.
- No need,
- I
- 'm not that hungry, thanks.

- Well, grab it then.
- Thanks.
- Thank you.

Nice that you came.

- Even if the occasion
wasn't just social.
- Mh.

* Cell phone beeps. * 'sorry.

This is from Ayda.

Per-Erik Stensson's stock
trades appear to be pure bluff.

He's lost a lot of
money in the last year ,

the opposite of
what his wife said.

Have the house searched.
You'll find the motif there somewhere.

Skal, mom.

Skål. - You'll survive.

- Skal. - Yes, Skål, cheers you all.
- Skål.
-
- Scale. And thank you.

* engine noise *

Hey. - Hej.

- * She's gasping.
* You're...
- s
- o you're back?

Damn it.
I'm so full of adrenaline,

that I can't find the
right key . Come in.

Ok, I, uh...

hope you fancy
girls that are sweaty.

I'll make an exception
for you . Um...

well, I wanted to talk
to you about something.

OK, now?

Yes. It's okay.
We had great sex.

It's okay if it ends with that.
- No, it's not, so...

We found out who broke
into your father's house.

Oh, that, that was quick work.

Are you sure? - Mmm.

Lots of stolen goods, same
jewelry that you have, we're safe.

Who ​​was it? - No, listen,

we're still investigating,
I can't talk about it, I...

but wanted you to
know that's our turn.

* Quiet music *

* He sighs. *

You know, some
people find that...

that her father was
a real role model.

And for me and Åsa,
especially for Åsa...

there he really was.

She was terribly
bad for a long time .

Mom... Mom disappeared
when we were little, and...

we only had papa, he
was our whole world.

He was always there for us, he was...

He did everything for us, he
was always straight forward,

honest, and he respected people.

He really, he, he,
he was good. Really.

That might sound pathetic,
but he was really good.

She's dead. m*rder*d.

It was a "she"?

Yes.

Was it the cleaning lady?
- I can't tell

sorry. - Why not?

I've already said too much.

* oppressive music *

I'll take a shower.

* He sighs. *

[Cissi] Joseph?

Yes?

[Cissi] Would you like a shower?

* traffic noise *

What's this all about?
- I'm so sorry,

this is terrible for you

but we need to search the apartment .
- Why?

I don't understand, my
husband is dead. What's that for?

[Oskar] Search
the boxes here too.

* faint voices in
the background *

* exciting music *

* junk noises *

* exciting music *

*metallic clanking*

*pulsing music*

John?

* exciting music *

I think we have something here.

* Beat *

*birds chirping*

Cissi. - Hm?

- * He clears his throat.
*
- S
- omeone is here.

What? - There's someone here.

What?

Oh god I think that...

this is Åsa. - What?

You need to get dressed. - What?

You need to get dressed immediately.
- Don't you?

* She moans, he laughs. *

* Door opens. * [Cissi]
Come on, come in.

[Åsa] You didn't sleep, right?

No, I have... visitors.

[Åsa] Uh... Hej.

Hello. - Good morning.

You found out who k*lled
Papa . It was the cleaning lady.

* Cissi clears her
throat. * - What?

That's horrible.

[Åsa] Can't you tell us
more about what you know?

I can't say anything about
an ongoing investigation .

More coffee? [Åsa] No thanks.

At least then we know
that it was the cleaning lady.

*loud breathing*

Are you still in contact with Tobban?

With my brother?
- Mhm. - No, I didn't.

Because he's in jail right now, isn't he?
- Mmm, he's in jail, yes.

But you visit him.
- No, I don't.

Oh. OK.

[Cissi] Oh god.

We didn't actually know him.

But we heard what happened.

That must have been awful.
- Mmm.

I'm not going to
dig around, this is...

No problem, that was...
years ago.

It's still good to
keep in touch.

When the storm hits
you can count on siblings.

Right, Åsa? - Yes. Yes.
- * Cell phone rings. *

But I think we should get going,

if we want to get everything
done until the agent comes.

OK. I'm coming, yes

Sorry, I have to go. The work.

* kiss sound *

Until then.

* Door squeaks. *

- Martin.
- [Alex] Inger must hate me now.

No. Also, I'm an adult

and rule over me.
And it's getting too interesting

than I could just sit
and enjoy the sun.

So, it's like, uh...

those ratchet straps that Oskar found
in the basement from Per-Erik Stensson

lead us to both the
m*rder of Bruno Simonsson

as well as the one
to Ulrika Kennerberg .

We also have
confirmation from forensics,

that the b*llet that k*lled
Per-Erik came out of the g*n,

which he was holding
when he was found.

There is another connection
through two transfers

of 250,000 crowns each

on Per-Erik Stensson's
account last month.

Ayda is investigating with
the Business Department,

who the money is from

It came from a Latvian
transaction account,

there are confidentiality
rules that we must circumvent.

Hopefully we can
track the person

who made the payments.

So, was Per-Erik
Stensson an assassin?

Yes, it looks like it is.

Well, he's losing his
job as a security guard

and tells his wife,
he's doing stocks now.

But he earns an
income as an assassin?

What's wrong with men?

Not everyone becomes a
m*rder*r to provide for the family.

No, but if one does
it that's one too many.

[Oskar] How do we proceed?
[Alex] Ayda has something else.

We found a phone number on
Per-Erik Stensson's cell phone,

er who called him several times

in the time before the
m*rder of Ulrika Kennerberg.

But the calls came from a
unregistered prepaid cell phone.

- And there is no further information?
- No.

The person who
called, name was Ricky,

according to contact list
from Per-Erik's mobile phone.

[Jenny] Ricky.
[Ayda] Per-Erik called him Ricky.

Okay. Good work.
Josef, shall we talk for a moment? Please.

Close the door.

- The door, close it.
W
- h
- at? Y
- e
- s, close it.

You and Cissi, how serious is that?

- I don't know, it's...
- You know she's a candidate

as possible suspects.

* He laughs. *
Stop it, will you?

You get angry if someone
gets self-conscious.

- But Cissi does not hire a
m*rder*r .
- Are you sure?

Are you sure about that man? Yes?

That Ulrika Kennerberg
broke into the workshop,

was the indirect or direct
cause of the father's death.

That's a motive.

And now you have to ask Alex to

to be subtracted from
the determination .

Otherwise you are biased.

I understand.

I will do everything
to find others

who have a reason
for k*lling Ulrika,

- but now it's easy...
- Okay, I understand, I say!

* Door closes. *

* Traffic noise *

[Jenny] A question,

could this be one of the men who
wanted to take over the business?

- No. He wasn't
- on
- e of those people.

He may have worked for them.

But you've never seen this man ?
- No.

He may have been here to look
around the store or something.

No. Never seen.

* Beat *

Johan?

We'd like to talk to you again .

There are some indications

that your daughter was
a assassination victim.

Do you understand what we're saying?
- No.

Well, someone paid a lot of
money for Ulrika to be dead now.

Who had a reason for this?

We know that Ulrika
committed burglaries.

Did she steal from
the wrong people?

Someone who might...

"I k*ll for money,

but, uh...

you, yes you are my
friend, so I'll k*ll you...

for free."

Johan, did she have enemies?

An ex-boyfriend, or whatever.

"You k*lled my best friend.

So I'll k*ll her too.

Every single one of them.

My only annoyance is
that I can only do it once."

Exactly.

* oppressive music *

- This is what happens when you watch
too many gangster movies.
- Then watch out.

* Beat *

hey Come in.

* Quiet music *

Come here. * Kissing sounds *

* She moans with pleasure. *

I have something to ask you.
* He sniffles. * Um...

Did someone
from the police call?

An Alex, a Steinar, or something?

Have you been up to something?
- No, no,

but did someone call?
- Nobody called . - OK.

Joseph, what is it?

This...

m*rder of the cleaning lady...

It was an assassination.

Someone paid for her to die.

uh ok

You don't know anything about it?

Tz, what am I supposed to know about this?

I don't know, but, but...
I just have to ask that.

You need to, do you need to?

You know what? I thought
it was nice dating a cop,

but this is a joke.

What the hell is this?
Is this an interrogation or something?

This is very difficult for me.
- Yes.

I don't want it like that

you should go. - No.

Yes, but you must answer the question .
- Absolutely not, no.

Why would I do that? - Cissi,

do you know anything about
the m*rder of the cleaning lady?

Give me an answer.

No. I don't think so. - Cissi,

answer the question.

I want you to go right away.

I said you should go away.

* dramatic-suspenseful music *

* Door slams. *

*monotonous music*

* clang *

* exciting music *

Hm.

*clatter*

* exciting music *

*metallic click*

* Door bell *

Hey. - Hej.

Can I come in?
- Sure. - Thanks.

* Door creaks. *

I had a conversation with Steinar.

OK. And what did he say?

You had a kind of, um,
relationship with that Cissi.

That maybe means
more for the investigation,

when you said

do you have a relationship with her

Yes.

You understand that you cannot
continue working on the case ?

Yes. - Do you remember

how tough you were
when I was self-conscious?

I still remember what I said.

* melodramatic music *

And what do you think
yourself, is she involved?

I don't know it.

goodness gracious

We'll do it like this you
stay home tomorrow

and then we'll see what's next.

Okay? - Okay. - Good.

* Door creaks. *

*loud breathing*

* rage, clang *

* melodramatic music *

* Cissi blows out smoke. *

* Door is opened. *

Hello.

hey Where should I put it?

Did something happen?

Joseph was here.

OK.

Police believe that the cleaning
lady's k*lling was a contract k*lling.

He asked what I know about it.

- What did you say?
- I told him t
- o
- go to hell.

Not that I feel sorry for
the damn cleaning lady.

She deserves to die.
- But Cissi... - Doesn't she?

I don't like it when you are like that.
- When I'm like this?

You were acting
like a psycho aunt.

That's really unfair of you.

It was hell getting you up
on your feet after Dad died.

You were like in a coma.

And you waited for
someone to come

cleaning up your damn sh*t .

You know what? You
have no idea who I am.

You never understood anything. Never.

* Door closes. *

* exciting music *

* melodramatic music *

*beep, door buzzer*

* Door squeaks. *

* melodramatic music *

*squeak*

* melancholic music *

* exciting music *

Let's go. - Yes. Well, finally.

* Crackling, rattling, Alarm
system whistles and honks. *

* Alarm system continues to run. *

* oppressive music *

*distant dog barking*

* exciting music *

* Birds caw. *

* exciting music *

[male] "Your call is being registered."
[male] "Central Guard."

This is Josef Eriksson,
I am registered to visit.

* Crash *

* exciting music *

*metallic clanking*

* Door squeaks. *

- * Door is closing.
*
- L
- ittle Brother...

*quiet laughter*

It took you a
while to find here.

Hello Toban.

Do you want to be beaten?

* happy rocking music *

Ha.

* He laughs. *

* kissing sounds *

Yes.

Remember how to be careful

with what they said so the
old man didn't freak out?

He always hit me here. Always in
the middle of the head, right there.

And what did he always call me? Stupid...
- dumbass.

Dumb cheek. * He
laughs. * Dumper.

What's that supposed to be,
a dumbass? * He laughs. *

Why did you keep on
hanging out with him, Tobban?

We had a few common
interests, you could say.

* Toban laughs. *

We lived there together

in this lousy, shitty
apartment in Rotebro.

Then one evening

was missing a gram of that sh*t.

He accused me
of I stole him and...

freaked out bounced up.

dumbass, man.

It was perfectly normal
Kitchen knife, did you know that?

I didn't get it at
first how bad it was.

He didn't either, he left and
lay down on the bed and...

bled to death there.

I found the coke.
It was in his f*cking jacket pocket.

*slurred voice in background*

Forgive me.

forgive you?

What then?

That I wasn't there at the time and...

that I've never been here

He was a bloody
monster, our father.

Someone had to do this.

Then I'm the monster now, huh?

Ping Pong Monster.

* Toban laughs. *

Exactly. You can take poison.

* He laughs. * A
ping pong monster.

Tell me, do you
remember a Cissi Karlsson?

Uh, Cissi.

Yeah man yeah

She had a sister,
too, didn't she?

Åsa, isn't it, yes, yes, I
remember those both. Why?

* He sniffs. *

Because I screwed up.

I... got my sh*t.

* Toban laughs. *

They were quite
strange, the two.

Definitely the one, huh?
- I don't remember.

I do. If you met
them at school,

They were pretty good then
and cute and stuff, but then...

at night when you
were in bed and asleep,

it really got going, man.

Especially with the one

she was insane and she wanted to

that we call her Ricky,
did you know that?

What did you say?
- Yes, yes, Ricky.

I dunno, I never got that,

I think she thought that was cool.
- Åsa?

No, no, Cissi.

Cissi Karlson.

What is wrong with you?

* Cell phone rings. *

* Cell phone rings. *

Hey. - Hej.

Uh, I don't know
if you've heard.

[Josef] "Uh, no, what is it?"

Cissi's sister Åsa Karlsson

seems to have
taken her own life .

"She jumped off her balcony ."

"She is dead."

Uh, when did this happen?

"Yesterday, late at night."

Martin and Steinar are on
their way to see Cissi, and...

Oskar and Jenny go
to Åsa's apartment,

we treat it like a crime scene.

I think the story is getting
more and more awkward.

"Or what do you say?"

You haven't heard or
anything that might help us?

Um, yes.

Cissi called herself
as a girl Ricky.

*calm music, loud breathing*

As I told you
before on the phone,

unfortunately we have to
ask you a few questions.

Can you do it?

Uh, yeah.
I can do it, it's fine.

Do you have any idea

why did Åsa want
to k*ll himself ?

No.

She is, she is always very...

I don't know since
dad died she was...

I don't know, she was
stuck in sadness and anger.

It is,

like we had very different
relationships with dad. Uh,

we had a lot of fun
together, Dad and I,

laughed a lot, and
I think Åsa was...

very jealous of that.
She was jealous.

- Your mother died
young, didn't she?
- Mmm.

Mmm, we were still small.

After high school I traveled,

I just left her... Yes.

They were very close, the two.

It was like...

as if he were wearing them.

- All the time, he was
kind of getting...
- for her

the most important thing in her life.

I don't know if, uh...
er maybe...

too protective, I don't know.

Cissi, when did
you Åsa last see?

She was here yesterday.

She was here last night and we...

- And how, um...
- Hm?

- ...how did she look?
- Okay.

She seemed carefree.

Ah...

It was quite normal and then we

arguing about something,
but nothing of importance.

What was the argument about?

I don't remember.
It was nothing.

Was not important.

- You...
- I don't remember.

- Don't remember why?
- What does it matter?

It was nothing.
Stupid stuff, it doesn't matter.

* Cell phone rings. *

I have to answer it. Yes?

* menacing music *

Aha...

OK.

* menacing sounds *

* Car approaching,
indistinct voices. *

*removed voices*

Yes, but then it's documented.
- Hey. Were you sent here too?

No, I just drove by.

And now? Let's go through this?
- We can do that later.

It's bloody tragic. She
probably jumped off the balcony.

What floor? - The sixth.

How long will you stay here?

Well, at least until the
techs finish down here.

You then continue upstairs.

Jenny. are you coming - Yes.
- See you.

* exciting music *

* clack *

* exciting music *

Hello. [man] Hello.

OK.

* oppressive music *

* oppressive music *

*removed voices*

* oppressive music *

"National Association of Goldsmiths".

* exciting music *

So.

interrogation of Cecilia Karlsson,

Saturday May 22nd



the name Ricky,

does he tell you something?

- What do you mean?
- Just answer the question.

Does the name mean anything to you?

This may be a pet
name for Rickard.

But you don't have a personal
relationship with Ricky?

My dad called me
Ricky, when I was little.

Aha. Where did that come from?

You had two name
suggestions when I was born.

If it's a girl, Cecilia.
And if it's a boy, Ricky.

But dad could
never let go of it,

so he called me Ricky
sometimes, when I was little.

Did you ever call
yourself Ricky?

*sneering laugh*

What is that supposed to be?

How did you actually
find out about it?

From Joseph?

[Cissi] To hell.

Is he here?

He's behind the glass, right?

So, you're such a coward.

What are you
standing and hiding,

what have I done to you?

Can't you just
f*ck off? This is...

Sit down...quietly...down.

Everything here is totally sick.

OK.

Sure, I called myself
sometimes Ricky.

really stupid.

Åsa was jealous of the
name, so I stopped it.

And when?

I think that was just
before high school.

I don't understand what
has to do with anything.

Steinar.

* Quiet music *

[Ayda] Do you recognize him?

Looks like my father's.

- Where did you get that?
- Are you sure?

When you log in, you see a
picture of a piece of jewelry,

that my father gave to
my mother for her wedding.

Do you know the password?

Er, try with "life goes on".

Lower case, no spaces.

* oppressive music *

Okay, let's take a
break then a break.

[Ayda] Here are the files from
Vidar's goldsmith workshop.

The last file was opened the
day before yesterday last opened.

And apparently, several times in
the last weeks. Should I open it?

*noise from laptop*

*clink*

* menacing music *

[Vidar] "What are you doing here?"

[Ulrika] "What is the code for the safe?"
- "I don't know the code."

* rattle* "The code or
I'll beat you to death."

"I don't know him." - "The code."
- "One, nine, eight, two."

* exciting music *

*rustling*

* dramatic music *

Ulrika Kennerberg.

So Åsa knew all along

who broke into her
father's workshop .

* Cell phone rings. *

- Hey Jenny.
- "Hej. Åsa had a
- p
- hone in the..." - stop,

one moment and then again, wait.

Well, Åsa had a mobile phone in
her handbag that was in the apartment.

And a prepaid cell
phone in your pocket.

Such a, uh, cheap part.

Try calling this
contact er, Ricky.

* exciting music *

* Ringback Tone *

* Cell phone rings. *

It, it rings.

So Åsa Karlsson
Called Per-Erik Stensson

and ordered the m*rder
of Ulrika Kennerberg.

Probably to avenge
her father's death .

And since there's nothing to
suggest that Cissi is involved,

we have no choice
but let her go.

* Quiet music *

Well, we're done here then.
For today. You can go.

* Quiet music *

I want you to know that uh...

my sister would
never take her own life.

She wouldn't do
that to me, never.

* Quiet music *

[Petter] Hey, Cissi. - Hello.

I heard what happened.

I thought you weren't
coming today no way.

Just say it if there's
anything I can do for you.

Or... if you need anything.

A new life.

And a hug. - Sure.

Uh, I have a, uh,
group coming over soon.

I canceled, I thought
you weren't coming.

- Alright. - Yes?
- No thing, m
- a
- ybe it is...

better too. - Sure?

* Knock* Take care of it.

[Man] We're through here.

Can I? - Yes sure do.

I'm fine here. - Yes?

You can go after that.
- Yes, yes, I'm on my way.

[Alex] Martin, do
you have a moment?

Yes, of couse. just come in

When Cissi left, she said,

she's convinced her
sister didn't k*ll herself.

- Okay.
- So I asked
Ayda to follow up

and it turns out
that there is a...

Surveillance camera,
which is just opposite

by Åsa Karlssons House entrance.

Here comes Åsa.

Now look.
A man walks into the house behind her.

It could be someone
who lives there.

Yes, but wait a minute.

Here she falls.
- * Startled sound *

Oh God.

- Mmm. But there's more to
come
- y
- ou'll see in a minute.

- And there he comes out again.
- Yes, exactly.

It's the same man.

Who is this?

That is not true.

*pulsing music*

* Beat *

I'm going now.
Don't forget to lock.

* Door slams shut. *

*ominous music*

* Cell phone rings. *

Hey. Isn't there something else
that needs to be determined, or...

- "Listen, Åsa didn't
k*ll herself ."
- What?

"She was probably pushed,
and Johan Kennerberg was there."

*rocking music*

* Door squeaks. *

Sorry, we we're closed.

*rocking music*

Sorry, I should lock the door.

It's already done.

Cecilia Karlson.

Is that you?

Yes.

I k*lled your sister.
Now it's your turn.

*shots*

* Cissi screams. *

[Johan] They did this
together, didn't they?

* Door slams. *

* Cell phone rings. *

*rocking music*

* Cell phone rings. *

* Cell phone rings. *

You and your sister
k*lled my daughter.

She was all I had get it?

So... * He laughs. *

I pushed your sister
over the balcony railing.

*shots*

*rocking music*

[Cissi] sh*t.

*quiet rattling*

come out

Let's put an end to this sh*t.

* Music slowly fades away. *

* Engine roars. *

I'm here she's not
answering her phone.

I don't like this at all, Send
reinforcements immediately.

* exciting music *

* Door is opened, rattling. *

Cissi.

* exciting, pulsating music *

* Cell phone rings. *

* Cell phone rings. *

* dramatic music *

*hard slap, moan*

* Shot *

* pounding knock* Cissi!

*clink*

* He gasps. *

* Hard punch, groan,
Cissi screams. *

* rumble *

*battle sounds*

* Cissi whimpers. *

Police. Put the
g*n down, Cissi.

[Cissi] I don't know
what my sister did.

Cissi? Put down the g*n.

* She whimpers. *

I don't know about
your damn daughter.

* Police Siren *

* dramatic music *

Cissi, put down the g*n.
* She groans. *

What is it, sh**t it.

* She moans. * [Josef]
Cissi, put down the g*n!

sh**t. Come on.

That feels really good.

*she screams, g*nsh*t*

- * She screams. *
- Police.

[Cissi] No, don't
touch me, let go of me.

* Cissi whimpers. *

* Cissi sobs. *

*buzzing music*

Thank you. - Yes, that's fine.

Thank you for coming.

Last minute, but always welcome.

I was unarmed, that
could go terribly wrong.

You were right. I was self-conscious.

I understand you.

A daughter loses her
father and hires a hitman,

- to get revenge. A
father
- l
- oses his daughter

and sees no other way. Come on

* slurred voices *

*quiet splashing*

[Vilhelm] It was the
business partner,

who had Bruno Simonsson m*rder*d.

[Oskar] The payment to Per-Erik
Stensson came from his account.

He wanted to sell the store
and Bruno got in the way.

The second payment
came from Åsa Karlsson.

Quarter of a million too.
- Sounds like a lot of money,

but is not enough
for one human life.

Welcome everyone.
I'd say let's eat now.

Get it. You'll want one, too.

[Neighbor] Yes, absolutely.
I need it.

One to toast? - Yes.

Let's start with a,
uh, short ones, right?

Well, uh, everyone drinks Schnapp.
- Stand up. - What?

[sings] All people
drink schnapps.

- [sings] Sorrow away.
- And how gladly, and how gladly

I would give the lady a kiss.

[sings] No, that
can't go on, sir.

No, that can't go on, sir.

Because your glass, because your
glass would have been spilled by the kiss.

* Laugh * [All] Skål.

*applause*

I'll put some on you, okay?
- Yes, I'd love to.

- Who ​​is that?
- Uh, that's
a friend of Martin's, I think.

Tell me, are you sure
that we're not imposing?

It's nice.
- I was just thinking,

you might want your
father for you without us.

[Inger] I gave up long ago.

Can you get Martin Beck
out of Police building?

- Just hard. But getting
the cop
- o
- ut of Martin Beck,

- that doesn't work.
- Are you talking about me?

No, no.
- Why isn't Josef there today?

Well, he, um...
I really don't know.

- Skal.
- Skal. - Skål. - Skål.

[Alex] What's in there?

Uh, what's that?
Looks kind of thin.

Hey man, really.

* Quiet music *

* He sighs. *

* Beat *

* Beat *

Hey. - Hej.

Come in.