Conspiracy of Silence (2018–…): Season 1, Episode 2 - Our Father - full transcript
There you are.
Have you seen Pippi?
- Check under the sofa, darling.
This time it doesn't even ring.
- He's drunk and lost his phone.
He'll want to borrow our old phone,
like last time.
Maybe I should call the police?
He's been gone for 24 hours now.
What can the police do?
They've got better things to do.
I've just got a bad feeling.
Let it go. Don't let him ruin
this day as well.
Pippi is at Dad's.
Please...!
- I brought it when we...
Please...
- What the hell...
Can you pick it up?
I've got her all evening.
Daddy?
Just confirming that I'll see you
at Nybroplan at 3 p.m.
Åsa Schiller-Fantuzzi?
I'm Stefan Larsson. Welcome.
I'd like to report a missing person.
Is it an emergency?
A child or a senile person?
Then we'll alert emergency services.
No. It's my dad.
His name is Rolf Höglund.
Okay.
- Yeah...
How long has dad been gone?
- He's been gone since...
He disappeared on...
day before yesterday.
Late afternoon, evening.
I know you've got more important
things to do. But I just...
I have a feeling that I can't...
It's not like last time.
Last time?
So, he's gone missing before?
My dad drinks, periodically.
When I saw him the day
before yesterday, he was sober.
But that's the only thing
that would make this happen.
Yeah...
I heard on his answering machine
that he was going to meet someone
today at 3 p.m. at Nybroplan.
That sounds promising.
Let's hope he turns up then.
Could you be there or drive past?
- Well, you know...
Right now, we can't do very much.
- No, I understand.
But we'll file a report anyway,
to set the process in motion.
Hi.
You're kidding, right?
- Not at all. Get in.
Okay.
Time for a car booth sale.
CONSPIRACY OF SILENCE
We've installed a few
additional cameras.
And we've gone over
all your transports for the day.
I need your calendar,
in order to take you from A to B
as efficiently as possible.
- Absolutely.
What is this?
- A GPS-enabled personal alarm.
In my pocket?
- Yes.
And we'd like you to wear this
whenever you leave the house.
Anders is a friend,
so keep him alive. Okay?
And do exactly as he says,
without any questions. Understood?
Understood.
- Thank you. That was quick.
I can't go to meetings wearing this,
so...
I have to rely on you.
Would you take a bullet for me?
- That wouldn't be a problem.
You have to tell me
what the hell this is all about?
What the hell is this about?
Is it about the money?
I was only joking.
I've spent more than that
on pantyhose for Christ's sake.
How much did you get
for that picture of me?
What picture?
The picture in Anders Spetz' phone,
that you took outside your shop.
Why would I send him a picture?
- Money is a common motive.
Yes, definitely.
If I can get more than 40,000 for
a picture, then...
give me his number.
What a mess...
There isn't even a camera
outside the shop.
But plenty of mad tin-foil hats
who think I was involved in
the murder of Palme.
Shoot them instead. Seriously.
Do that.
It looks worse than it is.
Just some peace activists...
who have gotten a bit too creative.
Still, it's ironic.
You sell arms.
But as soon as you see a peacenik,
you take cover behind your bodyguards.
Problem is that they'd like
to keep an eye on you, too.
On me?
- I know. Nothing fancy.
Are you being serious?
- You won't even notice them.
No. This is your job.
It has nothing to do with me.
I start my job in two days' time.
Without a gorilla at my side.
We'll find a way
so they don't walk right next to you.
And they have to be better looking
than these two.
Thanks, but no thanks.
So, you've got a daughter.
What can I say?
Should've had a cigar instead.
Congratulations, daddy.
You had no idea?
- I cut all contact when I left.
It was the only way.
- And now, when you know?
Well...
She's probably suffered enough.
And what about Spetz?
I... I don't know. No fucking idea.
No...
Maybe this journalist Höglund
is on to something.
He showed me pictures of Anders in
the company of Hatch, a real bastard.
An illegal arms dealer.
Something is going on.
So I'm thinking maybe it's time
for me to do the right thing.
Get even somehow. I've got
some old documents that I could use.
Yeah, I understand.
Reveal everything to the press.
Show the world and your little girl
what a bastard Spetz is.
Can I borrow your phone?
Just one quick call.
Last time I see it.
- Don't be stupid.
Yes?
- How much to get rid of me?
Is that why you came back?
The money?
How much would you pay?
How much do you want?
- What's Julienne's life worth?
And my life? How much
to buy somebody's daughter?
Give me a sum.
- You're up to something with Hatch.
I want half of what it costs
to sell weapons
to banned countries.
I know how you operate.
How much do you get?
Twenty million?
I'm trying to figure out
why you're calling.
I want ten million. Half of twenty.
No you don't.
Because the penny just dropped.
You want me to start talking about
your paranoid fantasies about
the Swedish arms trade.
It's almost touching.
Are you recording this call?
Were you hoping for some evidence?
You had your chance,
but you won't get another.
Thank you for your call. But I have
no idea what you're referring to.
The whole world will know
what you did and what you do.
I don't think so.
Hi, Dad.
Dad?
Oh, God... Sorry, I thought you
were someone else.
Shit!
Fucking Indonesia!
Yes, they ruin everything.
Stop sighing. You look great.
Sorry.
- Stop saying sorry.
You do what you have to do.
- I know.
Okay...
See you tonight.
- I hope so.
No, stay here. It's cool.
Hello.
I'm so sorry.
It's faster to travel from Brussels
than through the city.
Well, you didn't miss anything.
- Still, I don't like being late.
Oh... Hello.
- Hello.
Don't look like that.
I prefer it when you lie and say
everything will be fine.
Yeah...?
Everything will be fine.
Sorry about the delay.
Come on in.
Hello.
Hello, Jarl.
So, considering that, and that
the Foreign Office is thinking about
discouraging people
from going to Indonesia,
I have no choice but to take your
offer to the Export Control Council.
They're thinking about it.
There's no conclusion yet.
And if the council says no?
It is still your decision, right?
I always follow their recommendation.
If we end up with an even vote,
which has happened,
I refer it to the government.
They have final say.
And that takes time,
which we don't have.
Indonesia want their material now.
If not from us, from someone else.
The meeting is in a week.
I promise we will work
as fast as we can.
Ardalan, too?
I just saw her leave here.
She campaigned against arms exports.
Niloufar Ardalan is young and new,
but she's no fool.
She determines whether these deals
adhere to the permits we have.
And she does it well.
In English, please.
- Of course. Sorry.
Don't see this as a no.
We just have to look at the deal
a little closer.
Ardalan, this woman, who is she?
- She's not your friend.
She hates the weapon industry.
- I kind of like her style.
I don't like her, but...
She wanted us to see her.
Yeah, maybe.
So, I've got nothing to show my board.
The Council has eleven more members.
I would advise you to invite them all
to Sandersvik
and show them what's at stake here.
In the meantime, I'll try to fix
this thing with Indonesia.
Look, I know I told you that I like
you best when you lie,
but seriously, are you dictating
Swedish foreign policy now?
It's all about the right perspective.
We've got to get you
some good news for your board.
It's okay, Mischa.
There he is! The birthday boy.
Great party, Anders.
- Yeah, wasn't it?
I'm kind of... you know.
It was great.
Thank you for meeting me
on short notice.
Always here for you, you know that.
For the next ten minutes, at least.
I'm flying to Jakarta
to put together a delegation
to negotiate your final deal.
Right, and about that...
You know, this deal...
comes at the worst possible time.
The directives for export
are under review,
and now there's talk
of even stricter rules.
So with the situation in Indonesia now,
I think we have to wait.
And Mrs. van Haal,
she agrees with you on this?
No. She's desperately trying
to save her company.
I think both of you would be better
off looking for another solution.
So she's desperate.
My clients are desperate.
Sounds like a perfect match to me.
- The thing is--
We have already made commitments.
You know that.
There's no going back.
As for that other stuff...
you know as well as I do,
politicians are like prostitutes,
only more expensive.
Give my best to your lovely daughter.
I do sincerely hope she keeps
getting stronger.
That nothing...
disruptive happens.
Bye!
It's gonna be so good.
- Yeah, nice to find some stuff.
Thanks for your help.
- No problem.
It's fun to spend someone else's money.
Good luck with your new job.
Hello.
- I'm looking for Karl-Erik Sten.
Room 211.
Yes?
Just when I thought life
couldn't get any better.
Yeah.
- Thanks.
No hard coffee, I'm afraid.
Doesn't matter how sorry your plight is.
Apparently it's not allowed.
- Why don't you smell your flowers?
What the hell...?
Any of those that stand out?
- No, they're all good.
Don't take this the wrong way.
But I was hoping I'd never
have to see you again.
I have a problem.
It resembles Thailand in 2004.
Is it Indonesia?
Think you can help me?
I'm not much use anymore.
They won't listen
to an old fogey like me.
"Peace of Mind."
"Karl-Erik Sten has dedicated
more than two decades
"to create stability and
democracy in the world.
"A work that got him all the way
to the top floor of the UN building."
I like this one best.
It conveys authority.
You know what you're talking about.
Authority and trustworthiness...
That means everything to you now.
Right?
Let me see what I can do.
- Thank you. I really appreciate it.
There's something else
you should be aware of.
I'm trying to solve it.
I thought it had been solved.
- Me too.
If he should get in touch with you...
Let's hope he doesn't.
Yeah, let's hope so.
Hi, Malin!
No, not at all.
I've just done some shopping.
I want to look my best for work.
Unless you've changed your mind.
Has something happened?
I don't understand.
We'd already agreed?
Compensation?
I don't care about compensation!
I want to work. With you.
Bye.
What the hell are you doing?
Let go of my bag!
Let go!
Let go of my bag!
Take it.
Please... Just take it.
Stop it!
Stop it! He can't breathe!
Hi, sweetheart. You've called me.
I've been to a hospice...
What...?
Say that again. Are you hurt?
I'm on my way!
To Johanna, as fast as you can.
I'm on my way.
Everything's all right.
It was insane.
He came out of nowhere.
Just to check... Did the attacker
have a beard and wear a cap?
No. That was the guy
who saved me.
And then...
He would have killed him.
Did the man with the cap say anything?
I want them to leave.
- They're just trying to do their job.
This had nothing to do with you.
He was just a junkie.
Could you please leave?
What the hell's going on?!
And all of a sudden Ohlsson and
Lagerlöf withdrew their offer.
Is that even legal?
We had a verbal agreement.
Hey, it's their loss.
You're so talented.
A real catch!
I'm leaving.
- Yeah.
See you later.
The award for outstanding
achievements in journalism,
for her warm portraits of strong
women in vulnerable positions...
Ladies and gentlemen:
Åsa Schiller-Fantuzzi!
My God, thank you so much!
I'm slightly shocked, I think.
And overwhelmed.
Or not. I deserve this.
Thank you. What am I saying...?
Excuse me.
Can I have some fizzy water, please?
Absolutely.
- Thanks.
Here we have the star attraction!
- Jens! Nice to see you.
What are you doing here?
- Can't I be here?
Not quite your crowd.
Sorry. This is Nina, my boss.
Hi. Jens from Dagbladet.
- Nice to meet you.
Excuse me,
can I borrow you for a second?
My "crowd"? No, maybe not.
I didn't think the Dagbladet's Social
Editors attended events like this.
Aren't you too serious for that?
Cheers, Åsa. Congratulations.
- Cheers. Thank you.
Is there another reason to
congratulate you?
No, definitely not.
One brat is enough.
No, I just... I don't know.
I suppose I feel...
I totally get it.
Virgin Cosmopolitan.
You appear to be drinking and avoid
insinuations about being pregnant.
Clever!
Hi. Got time for a cup of coffee?
Really great to see you
back on your feet, Karl-Erik.
Word back in the office was...
that you were in worse shape.
- It is what it is.
How's life in the department?
- It's fine.
Well, it's... you know.
The world isn't getting any less crazy.
And these days you don't even
know if the information is real.
Or if it's made up by
some pimply faced youth in Russia.
How's the book coming along?
It'll be fun to read it.
- Michael, you respect me, right?
You know I do.
- Do you remember...
that I recommended you for the job
in the Foreign Office?
Remember how happy you were?
- Yeah.
I'm going to ask a favor soon.
A pretty big favor.
Your instinct will be to say no.
I'm not asking you to do
anything illegal.
Just that you and the ambassador
in Jakarta put your heads together.
Make people aware of the good things
that are happening down there.
Don't let the few bad things
steal all the focus.
I have to be honest with you,
Karl-Erik. It doesn't feel good.
There was nothing I could do
to stop my mother.
But I can still feel angry for not
trying a little harder. Doing more.
Caroline didn't understand that either.
And we never quite got past that, so...
Oh...
She lives in Huddinge now,
with some hockey player.
A second baby on the way.
A bloody dog, too, I think.
And you?
I guess I'm still looking for
my "crowd."
Did I say it right?
- No, not even close.
But I understand what you mean.
I'm afraid I have to go.
But it was nice seeing you again.
- Likewise. Hope to see you soon.
Take care.
- You too.
Bye.
FORGOT SOMETHING?
THANK YOU!
I'LL SEND A COURIER OVER
TO PICK IT UP.
NO NEED.
I CAN BRING IT TO YOU.
OK. I'LL BE IN THE OFFICE
AFTER 10.
Hi.
- Hello...
Look, mommy's awake.
And I think needs a cuddle.
Maybe some wrestling...
Come on then. Let's see it!
The award.
- Oh...
No, I forgot to bring it.
I put it down while I was mingling
and...
But they're sending it by courier.
You can see Mommy's award tonight.
The Indonesian authorities have
the situation under control.
We see no reason
to dissuade from traveling,
or in any way changing our view
of Indonesia or its government.
NO ADVICE AGAINST TRAVEL
TO INDONESIA
Not bad, right?
- Not bad at all.
You made this all happen?
- It happened. Does it matter how?
Yes.
- It's only the truth. Or a truth.
The truth that will make
your board very happy.
I believe it will.
Thank you. I owe you one.
- Only doing my job.
But since you brought it up...
I actually do have a favor to ask you.
Yes, I understand.
I will see what I can do.
JULIENNE DOUGAN
SHE SACRIFICED EVERYTHING
HATE TO NAG, BUT WILL I GET
THE ARTICLE SOON?
FUCK!
COMPUTER JUST CRASHED.
Delivery for Åsa Schiller.
Did you come all this way?
- I'm having lunch nearby, so...
Thank you. Looks nice.
Would you like a coffee?
- Yeah.
Fun place.
Hi Jens! How's it going?
- Fine, thanks. Yourself?
I'm good. Enjoying the freedom.
Are you still working at that
rainforest-devouring paper rag?
Yeah, a few of us still soldier on.
Believe in quality and all that.
Remember?
Funny! I didn't know your type
had a sense of humor.
As you can see, Navid hasn't
become any less cocky,
since he started Leaklinks
and became an IT millionaire.
Let him publish documents that
are more or less public anyway.
I have slightly greater ambitions.
Let's sit over there.
- Listen.
I hope you don't think
I'm being too forward.
Regarding our talk last night...
I have contacts through the paper.
I still had your dad's number,
from... back in the day.
So I got hold of his phone records.
You can see who he's called
and when and via which cell towers.
I can help you go through them.
No... I think I can manage.
Of course. I didn't mean it
like that. I have to run, but...
give me a call if you want a chat.
Or whatever.
Definitely. Thanks for coming.
Still mom's birthdate?
You know old dogs and new tricks.
I had a call from a Margaret van Haal.
Or 'Maggie, '
as she wanted me to call her.
They need an assistant AD
at their head office.
Right...
You have no idea who may have
pointed them in my direction, huh?
I'm an agent.
It's my job to bring together
supply and demand.
I know how worried you've been
about me going back to work.
And then you go and do this.
Thank you!
You're the best.
Hello?
Hello?
Hi.
What are you doing here?
- I'm... I'm looking for someone.
Get lost.
- Rolf Höglund.
Don't know any Rolf.
- I tracked his mobile.
There's no Rolf here.
Give me that. Now, leave!
Go!
Just go.
Have you seen Pippi?
- Check under the sofa, darling.
This time it doesn't even ring.
- He's drunk and lost his phone.
He'll want to borrow our old phone,
like last time.
Maybe I should call the police?
He's been gone for 24 hours now.
What can the police do?
They've got better things to do.
I've just got a bad feeling.
Let it go. Don't let him ruin
this day as well.
Pippi is at Dad's.
Please...!
- I brought it when we...
Please...
- What the hell...
Can you pick it up?
I've got her all evening.
Daddy?
Just confirming that I'll see you
at Nybroplan at 3 p.m.
Åsa Schiller-Fantuzzi?
I'm Stefan Larsson. Welcome.
I'd like to report a missing person.
Is it an emergency?
A child or a senile person?
Then we'll alert emergency services.
No. It's my dad.
His name is Rolf Höglund.
Okay.
- Yeah...
How long has dad been gone?
- He's been gone since...
He disappeared on...
day before yesterday.
Late afternoon, evening.
I know you've got more important
things to do. But I just...
I have a feeling that I can't...
It's not like last time.
Last time?
So, he's gone missing before?
My dad drinks, periodically.
When I saw him the day
before yesterday, he was sober.
But that's the only thing
that would make this happen.
Yeah...
I heard on his answering machine
that he was going to meet someone
today at 3 p.m. at Nybroplan.
That sounds promising.
Let's hope he turns up then.
Could you be there or drive past?
- Well, you know...
Right now, we can't do very much.
- No, I understand.
But we'll file a report anyway,
to set the process in motion.
Hi.
You're kidding, right?
- Not at all. Get in.
Okay.
Time for a car booth sale.
CONSPIRACY OF SILENCE
We've installed a few
additional cameras.
And we've gone over
all your transports for the day.
I need your calendar,
in order to take you from A to B
as efficiently as possible.
- Absolutely.
What is this?
- A GPS-enabled personal alarm.
In my pocket?
- Yes.
And we'd like you to wear this
whenever you leave the house.
Anders is a friend,
so keep him alive. Okay?
And do exactly as he says,
without any questions. Understood?
Understood.
- Thank you. That was quick.
I can't go to meetings wearing this,
so...
I have to rely on you.
Would you take a bullet for me?
- That wouldn't be a problem.
You have to tell me
what the hell this is all about?
What the hell is this about?
Is it about the money?
I was only joking.
I've spent more than that
on pantyhose for Christ's sake.
How much did you get
for that picture of me?
What picture?
The picture in Anders Spetz' phone,
that you took outside your shop.
Why would I send him a picture?
- Money is a common motive.
Yes, definitely.
If I can get more than 40,000 for
a picture, then...
give me his number.
What a mess...
There isn't even a camera
outside the shop.
But plenty of mad tin-foil hats
who think I was involved in
the murder of Palme.
Shoot them instead. Seriously.
Do that.
It looks worse than it is.
Just some peace activists...
who have gotten a bit too creative.
Still, it's ironic.
You sell arms.
But as soon as you see a peacenik,
you take cover behind your bodyguards.
Problem is that they'd like
to keep an eye on you, too.
On me?
- I know. Nothing fancy.
Are you being serious?
- You won't even notice them.
No. This is your job.
It has nothing to do with me.
I start my job in two days' time.
Without a gorilla at my side.
We'll find a way
so they don't walk right next to you.
And they have to be better looking
than these two.
Thanks, but no thanks.
So, you've got a daughter.
What can I say?
Should've had a cigar instead.
Congratulations, daddy.
You had no idea?
- I cut all contact when I left.
It was the only way.
- And now, when you know?
Well...
She's probably suffered enough.
And what about Spetz?
I... I don't know. No fucking idea.
No...
Maybe this journalist Höglund
is on to something.
He showed me pictures of Anders in
the company of Hatch, a real bastard.
An illegal arms dealer.
Something is going on.
So I'm thinking maybe it's time
for me to do the right thing.
Get even somehow. I've got
some old documents that I could use.
Yeah, I understand.
Reveal everything to the press.
Show the world and your little girl
what a bastard Spetz is.
Can I borrow your phone?
Just one quick call.
Last time I see it.
- Don't be stupid.
Yes?
- How much to get rid of me?
Is that why you came back?
The money?
How much would you pay?
How much do you want?
- What's Julienne's life worth?
And my life? How much
to buy somebody's daughter?
Give me a sum.
- You're up to something with Hatch.
I want half of what it costs
to sell weapons
to banned countries.
I know how you operate.
How much do you get?
Twenty million?
I'm trying to figure out
why you're calling.
I want ten million. Half of twenty.
No you don't.
Because the penny just dropped.
You want me to start talking about
your paranoid fantasies about
the Swedish arms trade.
It's almost touching.
Are you recording this call?
Were you hoping for some evidence?
You had your chance,
but you won't get another.
Thank you for your call. But I have
no idea what you're referring to.
The whole world will know
what you did and what you do.
I don't think so.
Hi, Dad.
Dad?
Oh, God... Sorry, I thought you
were someone else.
Shit!
Fucking Indonesia!
Yes, they ruin everything.
Stop sighing. You look great.
Sorry.
- Stop saying sorry.
You do what you have to do.
- I know.
Okay...
See you tonight.
- I hope so.
No, stay here. It's cool.
Hello.
I'm so sorry.
It's faster to travel from Brussels
than through the city.
Well, you didn't miss anything.
- Still, I don't like being late.
Oh... Hello.
- Hello.
Don't look like that.
I prefer it when you lie and say
everything will be fine.
Yeah...?
Everything will be fine.
Sorry about the delay.
Come on in.
Hello.
Hello, Jarl.
So, considering that, and that
the Foreign Office is thinking about
discouraging people
from going to Indonesia,
I have no choice but to take your
offer to the Export Control Council.
They're thinking about it.
There's no conclusion yet.
And if the council says no?
It is still your decision, right?
I always follow their recommendation.
If we end up with an even vote,
which has happened,
I refer it to the government.
They have final say.
And that takes time,
which we don't have.
Indonesia want their material now.
If not from us, from someone else.
The meeting is in a week.
I promise we will work
as fast as we can.
Ardalan, too?
I just saw her leave here.
She campaigned against arms exports.
Niloufar Ardalan is young and new,
but she's no fool.
She determines whether these deals
adhere to the permits we have.
And she does it well.
In English, please.
- Of course. Sorry.
Don't see this as a no.
We just have to look at the deal
a little closer.
Ardalan, this woman, who is she?
- She's not your friend.
She hates the weapon industry.
- I kind of like her style.
I don't like her, but...
She wanted us to see her.
Yeah, maybe.
So, I've got nothing to show my board.
The Council has eleven more members.
I would advise you to invite them all
to Sandersvik
and show them what's at stake here.
In the meantime, I'll try to fix
this thing with Indonesia.
Look, I know I told you that I like
you best when you lie,
but seriously, are you dictating
Swedish foreign policy now?
It's all about the right perspective.
We've got to get you
some good news for your board.
It's okay, Mischa.
There he is! The birthday boy.
Great party, Anders.
- Yeah, wasn't it?
I'm kind of... you know.
It was great.
Thank you for meeting me
on short notice.
Always here for you, you know that.
For the next ten minutes, at least.
I'm flying to Jakarta
to put together a delegation
to negotiate your final deal.
Right, and about that...
You know, this deal...
comes at the worst possible time.
The directives for export
are under review,
and now there's talk
of even stricter rules.
So with the situation in Indonesia now,
I think we have to wait.
And Mrs. van Haal,
she agrees with you on this?
No. She's desperately trying
to save her company.
I think both of you would be better
off looking for another solution.
So she's desperate.
My clients are desperate.
Sounds like a perfect match to me.
- The thing is--
We have already made commitments.
You know that.
There's no going back.
As for that other stuff...
you know as well as I do,
politicians are like prostitutes,
only more expensive.
Give my best to your lovely daughter.
I do sincerely hope she keeps
getting stronger.
That nothing...
disruptive happens.
Bye!
It's gonna be so good.
- Yeah, nice to find some stuff.
Thanks for your help.
- No problem.
It's fun to spend someone else's money.
Good luck with your new job.
Hello.
- I'm looking for Karl-Erik Sten.
Room 211.
Yes?
Just when I thought life
couldn't get any better.
Yeah.
- Thanks.
No hard coffee, I'm afraid.
Doesn't matter how sorry your plight is.
Apparently it's not allowed.
- Why don't you smell your flowers?
What the hell...?
Any of those that stand out?
- No, they're all good.
Don't take this the wrong way.
But I was hoping I'd never
have to see you again.
I have a problem.
It resembles Thailand in 2004.
Is it Indonesia?
Think you can help me?
I'm not much use anymore.
They won't listen
to an old fogey like me.
"Peace of Mind."
"Karl-Erik Sten has dedicated
more than two decades
"to create stability and
democracy in the world.
"A work that got him all the way
to the top floor of the UN building."
I like this one best.
It conveys authority.
You know what you're talking about.
Authority and trustworthiness...
That means everything to you now.
Right?
Let me see what I can do.
- Thank you. I really appreciate it.
There's something else
you should be aware of.
I'm trying to solve it.
I thought it had been solved.
- Me too.
If he should get in touch with you...
Let's hope he doesn't.
Yeah, let's hope so.
Hi, Malin!
No, not at all.
I've just done some shopping.
I want to look my best for work.
Unless you've changed your mind.
Has something happened?
I don't understand.
We'd already agreed?
Compensation?
I don't care about compensation!
I want to work. With you.
Bye.
What the hell are you doing?
Let go of my bag!
Let go!
Let go of my bag!
Take it.
Please... Just take it.
Stop it!
Stop it! He can't breathe!
Hi, sweetheart. You've called me.
I've been to a hospice...
What...?
Say that again. Are you hurt?
I'm on my way!
To Johanna, as fast as you can.
I'm on my way.
Everything's all right.
It was insane.
He came out of nowhere.
Just to check... Did the attacker
have a beard and wear a cap?
No. That was the guy
who saved me.
And then...
He would have killed him.
Did the man with the cap say anything?
I want them to leave.
- They're just trying to do their job.
This had nothing to do with you.
He was just a junkie.
Could you please leave?
What the hell's going on?!
And all of a sudden Ohlsson and
Lagerlöf withdrew their offer.
Is that even legal?
We had a verbal agreement.
Hey, it's their loss.
You're so talented.
A real catch!
I'm leaving.
- Yeah.
See you later.
The award for outstanding
achievements in journalism,
for her warm portraits of strong
women in vulnerable positions...
Ladies and gentlemen:
Åsa Schiller-Fantuzzi!
My God, thank you so much!
I'm slightly shocked, I think.
And overwhelmed.
Or not. I deserve this.
Thank you. What am I saying...?
Excuse me.
Can I have some fizzy water, please?
Absolutely.
- Thanks.
Here we have the star attraction!
- Jens! Nice to see you.
What are you doing here?
- Can't I be here?
Not quite your crowd.
Sorry. This is Nina, my boss.
Hi. Jens from Dagbladet.
- Nice to meet you.
Excuse me,
can I borrow you for a second?
My "crowd"? No, maybe not.
I didn't think the Dagbladet's Social
Editors attended events like this.
Aren't you too serious for that?
Cheers, Åsa. Congratulations.
- Cheers. Thank you.
Is there another reason to
congratulate you?
No, definitely not.
One brat is enough.
No, I just... I don't know.
I suppose I feel...
I totally get it.
Virgin Cosmopolitan.
You appear to be drinking and avoid
insinuations about being pregnant.
Clever!
Hi. Got time for a cup of coffee?
Really great to see you
back on your feet, Karl-Erik.
Word back in the office was...
that you were in worse shape.
- It is what it is.
How's life in the department?
- It's fine.
Well, it's... you know.
The world isn't getting any less crazy.
And these days you don't even
know if the information is real.
Or if it's made up by
some pimply faced youth in Russia.
How's the book coming along?
It'll be fun to read it.
- Michael, you respect me, right?
You know I do.
- Do you remember...
that I recommended you for the job
in the Foreign Office?
Remember how happy you were?
- Yeah.
I'm going to ask a favor soon.
A pretty big favor.
Your instinct will be to say no.
I'm not asking you to do
anything illegal.
Just that you and the ambassador
in Jakarta put your heads together.
Make people aware of the good things
that are happening down there.
Don't let the few bad things
steal all the focus.
I have to be honest with you,
Karl-Erik. It doesn't feel good.
There was nothing I could do
to stop my mother.
But I can still feel angry for not
trying a little harder. Doing more.
Caroline didn't understand that either.
And we never quite got past that, so...
Oh...
She lives in Huddinge now,
with some hockey player.
A second baby on the way.
A bloody dog, too, I think.
And you?
I guess I'm still looking for
my "crowd."
Did I say it right?
- No, not even close.
But I understand what you mean.
I'm afraid I have to go.
But it was nice seeing you again.
- Likewise. Hope to see you soon.
Take care.
- You too.
Bye.
FORGOT SOMETHING?
THANK YOU!
I'LL SEND A COURIER OVER
TO PICK IT UP.
NO NEED.
I CAN BRING IT TO YOU.
OK. I'LL BE IN THE OFFICE
AFTER 10.
Hi.
- Hello...
Look, mommy's awake.
And I think needs a cuddle.
Maybe some wrestling...
Come on then. Let's see it!
The award.
- Oh...
No, I forgot to bring it.
I put it down while I was mingling
and...
But they're sending it by courier.
You can see Mommy's award tonight.
The Indonesian authorities have
the situation under control.
We see no reason
to dissuade from traveling,
or in any way changing our view
of Indonesia or its government.
NO ADVICE AGAINST TRAVEL
TO INDONESIA
Not bad, right?
- Not bad at all.
You made this all happen?
- It happened. Does it matter how?
Yes.
- It's only the truth. Or a truth.
The truth that will make
your board very happy.
I believe it will.
Thank you. I owe you one.
- Only doing my job.
But since you brought it up...
I actually do have a favor to ask you.
Yes, I understand.
I will see what I can do.
JULIENNE DOUGAN
SHE SACRIFICED EVERYTHING
HATE TO NAG, BUT WILL I GET
THE ARTICLE SOON?
FUCK!
COMPUTER JUST CRASHED.
Delivery for Åsa Schiller.
Did you come all this way?
- I'm having lunch nearby, so...
Thank you. Looks nice.
Would you like a coffee?
- Yeah.
Fun place.
Hi Jens! How's it going?
- Fine, thanks. Yourself?
I'm good. Enjoying the freedom.
Are you still working at that
rainforest-devouring paper rag?
Yeah, a few of us still soldier on.
Believe in quality and all that.
Remember?
Funny! I didn't know your type
had a sense of humor.
As you can see, Navid hasn't
become any less cocky,
since he started Leaklinks
and became an IT millionaire.
Let him publish documents that
are more or less public anyway.
I have slightly greater ambitions.
Let's sit over there.
- Listen.
I hope you don't think
I'm being too forward.
Regarding our talk last night...
I have contacts through the paper.
I still had your dad's number,
from... back in the day.
So I got hold of his phone records.
You can see who he's called
and when and via which cell towers.
I can help you go through them.
No... I think I can manage.
Of course. I didn't mean it
like that. I have to run, but...
give me a call if you want a chat.
Or whatever.
Definitely. Thanks for coming.
Still mom's birthdate?
You know old dogs and new tricks.
I had a call from a Margaret van Haal.
Or 'Maggie, '
as she wanted me to call her.
They need an assistant AD
at their head office.
Right...
You have no idea who may have
pointed them in my direction, huh?
I'm an agent.
It's my job to bring together
supply and demand.
I know how worried you've been
about me going back to work.
And then you go and do this.
Thank you!
You're the best.
Hello?
Hello?
Hi.
What are you doing here?
- I'm... I'm looking for someone.
Get lost.
- Rolf Höglund.
Don't know any Rolf.
- I tracked his mobile.
There's no Rolf here.
Give me that. Now, leave!
Go!
Just go.