Conspiracy of Silence (2018–…): Season 1, Episode 4 - Someone Will Pay - full transcript
You let him get away.
But he will be back.
And not just for you.
Fuck you, Robert!
You know why I didn't shoot him.
Military service taught me one thing:
A soldier who hesitates is
a dead soldier.
You want me to eliminate the threat
of Anders and his torpedo.
But Anders is no beginner.
He'll be very vigilant
and go into hiding.
How lucky that you're so good
at what you're good at, then.
Thought that we would stay
close together
You and me in all kinds of weather
It didn't turn out that way
But someone will pay
People who have learnt from their
mistakes,
who have done wrong,
and had to pay for it.
Didn't turn out that way
Someone will pay
I believe that everything
that happens to us,
depend on the choices
we have made, or make.
Isn't that a consolation,
in the midst of it all?
Now it's up to you, Rolf.
It's up to you now, Rolf.
What choices you make.
How much this will have to cost.
How much do you and Robert know?
What evidence do you have?
Talk to me. Come on.
Why?
Why do you do this to yourself?
CONSPIRACY OF SILENCE
I haven't had time to check it all,
but so far there is nothing,
that in any way helps me
to understand who this man is.
You've been working hard.
It's crazy. Photos, notes.
Newspaper cuttings from thirty years
back until present day. It's...
It's screenshots
from the forum he writes on.
Every post he's ever written there,
in chronological order.
He prints out his posts?
- He clears the computer every day.
You can't hack into something
written on paper.
That's my dad...
It's just that things are starting
to hang together in a creepy way.
This is his latest print out from
last Monday when he disappeared.
That's the man I saw in the forest,
who had Dad's cell phone.
Someone calling himself
Manchurian2004 is asking who this is.
A few minutes later my dad replies:
"Where was this taken? When?"
Manchurian writes back:
"Just now. PM me."
So now you think that Manchurian
could be the man on the film.
I have no clue,
but something has happened.
And the only one who knows
is the man on the film.
I know I've asked many favors of you,
and you have helped me a lot.
I have nobody else to ask.
- The police?
No, I've called them every day.
They already think I'm nuts.
I need to give them
something more tangible. Please?
WANT TO WORK FOR US?
WE'RE LOOKING
FOR AN ASSISTANT AD
You said the job had been withdrawn.
Was that just bullshit?
No, we changed our mind. Again.
And suddenly I wasn't a candidate?
That's bloody weird.
It just worked out this way.
I don't have to explain myself.
We had a verbal agreement.
I could sue the hell out of you!
Please. This is how it works.
Your reaction confirms that
we made the right decision.
So I should shut up
and go along with it?
Maybe you don't have
the mental strength after all.
What do you mean "after all"?
- Nothing.
No, what do you mean?
We saw your medical records.
- What? How?
They arrived in the mail,
in an anonymous envelope.
I couldn't pretend I hadn't seen it.
We didn't want to risk it.
I should've realized
something wasn't right.
He had backup.
She was already there.
He or she or whatever.
Then someone, probably Robert, shot
a police officer at Rolf's place.
So don't take any shortcuts
regarding security.
I thought I had him.
I will get him.
- Let's hope so. I can't hide here.
If the vote doesn't go through today,
I'm gonna miss the days
when my only problem was
an ex-elite soldier trying to kill me.
Right now, it could go either way.
All it would take is for one
of my backers to let me down.
Who?
- Who on the Committee?
Most likely Caroline Alskog.
She's new and ambitious.
Can you influence that?
- We'll know at 2 o'clock.
Come on, you've pulled off
more difficult things.
Absolutely.
But it's not just that.
Johanna hasn't turned up at work.
She's not answering her phone.
Would you like me to get involved?
- Absolutely not.
Your only job is to find Robert
before the police do.
You can leave now.
This place is empty.
- Are you sure?
Have you looked everywhere?
I want you to stay there anyway,
in case she turns up.
How long?
- I have to go now.
Filip.
Do you know what day it is?
- A beautiful day, I guess.
Sit down. I won't be long.
How is that for a coincidence?
First we meet in Sandersvik, and
just as we were talking about you...
I don't want to be rude, but...
- My companion saw you.
He knows you. Filip Agetorp.
I don't think you've met.
- I know who he is.
But did you know he has been head
of the European Bank for 15 years?
I was surprised. 15 years!
- What do you want?
You want a position
on their Board of Directors
and they have a vacancy.
Good Lord! You're not even trying
to be elegant.
Come and sit with us.
- Okay...
We don't know each other that well.
Certain things that used to work
don't work anymore.
I'm doing what I'm doing
because I believe in it.
I'll vote according to my conscience.
Because when I see
all the suffering in the world,
I want to know that I've done
all I can to prevent it.
Even if it means the downfall
of a small Swedish town?
Just have a coffee after your lunch?
Or I stand up and yell
that you tried to grab my crotch?
Are you perfect?
- What do you mean?
I know I'm not.
I don't think anybody is.
Politicians, priests... Suddenly we
hear that they have evaded tax
or grabbed someone's crotch.
Or built a veranda and claimed
the cost as a business expense.
One small sin doesn't matter, surely.
Nobody else is perfect,
so why should I...?
All it takes is for somebody
to find that one sin.
And I am very good at finding things.
You're at the beginning of
a long career. A fine career.
You have to think
about your choices very carefully.
It could be a crossroads.
Here...
Filip sends his regards.
The offer stands until 2 p.m.
Hide my what?
- That's what it's called.
A service that hides the location
you're surfing from.
Your traffic goes to a distant server
via an encrypted tunnel.
According to the IP-address,
Manchurian2004 sits in Sichuan.
He's very interested in
the Palme murder.
Very odd ideas, complete nutter.
So he can't be traced?
- I didn't say that.
That's Dad's phone.
All the outgoing and incoming calls.
Nearly all are from me or to me.
So what do you make of it?
- Like this. Look.
At 10:23, Manchurian posts a photo
of the forest guy on the forum.
Your dad replies at 10:27.
One minute later Manchurian asks
him to send a private message.
And then...?
On the list of calls... 10:31.
You think they called each other?
- It fits with the time.
So we have his number?
- Address, credit info, work place.
Excuse me?
- What are you doing?
You're going to call the police.
Yeah, if I had anything.
Do I have anything?
How do you know
he's the guy from the film?
I thought you liked my fire.
I just want you to be careful.
- I'm a big girl now.
Hello. Is that Jan-Erik Berger?
My name is Åsa Schiller Fantuzzi
and I'm a reporter at Dagbladet.
I wanted to ask you...
I've heard that you're the man
to talk to about the Palme murder.
The stuff no one else talks about.
I just want to double check.
You're the one they call Manchurian?
Disappointed?
I don't know what the people
who gave you my name said.
But what you see is what you get.
Neither more nor less.
So, Dagbladet, huh?
How big is the article?
I don't know yet. We'll see...
Before we start,
you cannot print my name.
We protect our sources.
- Good.
Would you like some coffee?
How old were you in 1986?
I was three or turning four.
Yeah, three.
Precisely.
People of your generation
don't realize how complicated it was.
All the different groupings
that were after Palme.
There is a "dry cleaners" in Östermalm.
The owner is an old gunrunner.
Martin Lindhe, or Marianne.
As if that would fool anyone.
A friend of Cedergren, and all that.
I have this Marianne under surveillance.
The other day, I spotted a new star.
I take a photo, post it on the net.
Guess how long it took
before someone wanted to talk.
Wait. What did the person
who contacted you know?
No idea. He promised that it had
nothing to do with Palme.
And naive as I am, I trusted him.
But then today, another guy calls
and asks the same thing.
I'm getting close to something here.
Someone else called you today
about this?
He's still in my office. He was
about to leave when you called.
So you see, we could have a scoop soon.
Listen.
Something has come up.
I have to go.
Thanks for seeing me.
- Thank you.
Keep in touch.
- Sure, man.
Shall I get my dossier?
- Sorry? Dossier?
My dossier on the Palme murder?
- Yeah.
What the hell are you doing?
Sorry. I didn't mean to scare you.
- You can't just wander in.
I know.
But your dad wants to talk to you.
- Forget it!
I want to keep my job.
So, what shall we do?
We could start with you leaving.
- You're not going anywhere.
I can't let you leave.
Johanna...
I can't let you leave.
- Let me go.
Let me go. Let go of me!
We're going to the car.
Let go of me!
Let me go! Stop it!
Stop it! Let me go!
I'm closing the door.
You'll hurt yourself.
No!
- Mind your fingers.
Good luck with the vote.
Yes?
- Uh, she...
She doesn't like this.
- Let me out!
Is that her in the background?
Why is she not in the house?
- Someone could call the police.
I understand. I'm on my way.
Help!
Let me out!
There... breathe.
- Let go of me.
Only if you calm down and talk to me.
I'll scream if you don't let go.
- I'm letting go.
You let some bloody moron lock me up?
How desperate can you get?
- You don't answer my calls.
What do you think that means?
You haven't been at work.
I was worried.
Don't pretend that you care.
You just want to get rid of me.
Get rid of you?
I talked to Malin Olsson.
That's right.
How the hell could you?
My medical records, Dad.
Do you see how sick that is?
You send me away
because you're fed up with me.
No, it's not like that!
- So, what is it then?
I felt good, I was happy.
Why did you do it?
Damn you, Dad. Damn you!
You didn't believe I was cured.
Listen, you have to believe me.
This is for your own good.
You have no idea what's best for me!
Give me the keys.
Give me the keys!
You are not following me now.
Åsa Schiller Fantuzzi.
Did I pronounce it correctly?
Shall I give you some advice
about tailing people?
Never use a car that's registered
in your own name. Not clever.
So I know a bit about you already.
That you are not a reporter
at Dagbladet, like you told Berger.
I look forward
to getting to know you better.
Shall we go inside?
What are you doing at my place?
I'm looking for my dad.
- Your dad?
Rolf Höglund.
I know you two met last Monday.
Right?
He's been missing since then.
Sit.
- Okay.
I don't know who you are.
I don't know anything.
I don't care.
I want to know that he's okay.
I just want to know where he is.
Okay?
Life consists
of an awful lot of choices.
Rolf and I were talking about it.
Rolf and I.
But it was as if he
didn't want to understand.
It's like this...
I want nothing more than to let you go.
But first you have to talk to me.
What were you doing at Berger's?
I was there because I know
that they have been in contact.
I don't know why.
What do you know
about what Rolf is really doing?
I don't know what you mean.
- Cut it out. Listen to me.
If this is going to work,
you have to help me. Okay?
Okay. Absolutely.
But I don't know anything.
Nothing?
- No. I can't help you.
I can't help you.
I don't know anything.
I think you probably can.
Yes?
What? She's there with you?
Wait, not on the phone.
I'll come to you. Stop the car.
Can you go back to my house?
Take these and call from this one.
Daddy! Dad! What the hell...?
Why did you come here?
I never meant to drag you into all this.
What does he want you to say?
Tell him everything you know!
- They won't let me go.
Is it about Sandersvik?
Åsa...
Is it the warehouse?
I found the key in the fish tank.
You know nothing!
It's the only way to survive.
What...?
No! No! No!
No! No!
Follow me.
He hasn't said anything?
- Nothing.
But Robert has tried to contact
his daughter, too.
Is he there?
- Yeah.
To the right.
How could it get to this?
Who the hell would have thought
he'd put up such resistance?
Everyone talks in the end.
- Apparently not.
You were wrong.
All you had to do was to find Robert.
Instead you're stuck
with two other people.
Two civilians that you don't know
what to do with.
I promise I'll clean things up.
And I'll find Robert.
When are you going to find him?
Henrik, you bloody idiot!
That was Norwegian.
ISP is voting on the deal now
and I know nothing.
I'm standing here.
What happens if they say no?
- Huh?
What happens if they say no?
- No?
It wouldn't just be the end
of Sandersvik.
It would mean very unhappy faces
in Indonesia.
And last in the chain is Burma,
who are waiting for grenade launchers.
They have already paid us very well.
They won't sit idly
if they don't get what they ordered.
So ISP has to vote yes,
and I cannot have any more
disrupting mistakes.
If Maggie van Haal becomes
even slightly suspicious,
she won't be as easy to work with
as her predecessors.
Do you understand? Got it?
- Yeah.
We have to be absolutely flawless,
Henrik.
Does anyone know you're here?
My phone is at home.
The car belongs to the security company.
Go home and do something visible.
I'll take care of everything here.
Okay?
I promise.
Fuck.
Let me out.
Let me out!
I won't say anything, I promise.
Let me out!
What have you done with her?!
No, What have you done with her?
Never forget that.
You have to drive. I can't.
Out of the car, Robert.
- Your hands...
Robert, get out of the car.
- Hurry up!
Go!
Go!
Come on! Drive!
- Get out of the fucking car!
What are you waiting for?
We have to get out of here. Go!
We've got it!
Does everyone have a glass?
To Sandersvik! Cheers!
But he will be back.
And not just for you.
Fuck you, Robert!
You know why I didn't shoot him.
Military service taught me one thing:
A soldier who hesitates is
a dead soldier.
You want me to eliminate the threat
of Anders and his torpedo.
But Anders is no beginner.
He'll be very vigilant
and go into hiding.
How lucky that you're so good
at what you're good at, then.
Thought that we would stay
close together
You and me in all kinds of weather
It didn't turn out that way
But someone will pay
People who have learnt from their
mistakes,
who have done wrong,
and had to pay for it.
Didn't turn out that way
Someone will pay
I believe that everything
that happens to us,
depend on the choices
we have made, or make.
Isn't that a consolation,
in the midst of it all?
Now it's up to you, Rolf.
It's up to you now, Rolf.
What choices you make.
How much this will have to cost.
How much do you and Robert know?
What evidence do you have?
Talk to me. Come on.
Why?
Why do you do this to yourself?
CONSPIRACY OF SILENCE
I haven't had time to check it all,
but so far there is nothing,
that in any way helps me
to understand who this man is.
You've been working hard.
It's crazy. Photos, notes.
Newspaper cuttings from thirty years
back until present day. It's...
It's screenshots
from the forum he writes on.
Every post he's ever written there,
in chronological order.
He prints out his posts?
- He clears the computer every day.
You can't hack into something
written on paper.
That's my dad...
It's just that things are starting
to hang together in a creepy way.
This is his latest print out from
last Monday when he disappeared.
That's the man I saw in the forest,
who had Dad's cell phone.
Someone calling himself
Manchurian2004 is asking who this is.
A few minutes later my dad replies:
"Where was this taken? When?"
Manchurian writes back:
"Just now. PM me."
So now you think that Manchurian
could be the man on the film.
I have no clue,
but something has happened.
And the only one who knows
is the man on the film.
I know I've asked many favors of you,
and you have helped me a lot.
I have nobody else to ask.
- The police?
No, I've called them every day.
They already think I'm nuts.
I need to give them
something more tangible. Please?
WANT TO WORK FOR US?
WE'RE LOOKING
FOR AN ASSISTANT AD
You said the job had been withdrawn.
Was that just bullshit?
No, we changed our mind. Again.
And suddenly I wasn't a candidate?
That's bloody weird.
It just worked out this way.
I don't have to explain myself.
We had a verbal agreement.
I could sue the hell out of you!
Please. This is how it works.
Your reaction confirms that
we made the right decision.
So I should shut up
and go along with it?
Maybe you don't have
the mental strength after all.
What do you mean "after all"?
- Nothing.
No, what do you mean?
We saw your medical records.
- What? How?
They arrived in the mail,
in an anonymous envelope.
I couldn't pretend I hadn't seen it.
We didn't want to risk it.
I should've realized
something wasn't right.
He had backup.
She was already there.
He or she or whatever.
Then someone, probably Robert, shot
a police officer at Rolf's place.
So don't take any shortcuts
regarding security.
I thought I had him.
I will get him.
- Let's hope so. I can't hide here.
If the vote doesn't go through today,
I'm gonna miss the days
when my only problem was
an ex-elite soldier trying to kill me.
Right now, it could go either way.
All it would take is for one
of my backers to let me down.
Who?
- Who on the Committee?
Most likely Caroline Alskog.
She's new and ambitious.
Can you influence that?
- We'll know at 2 o'clock.
Come on, you've pulled off
more difficult things.
Absolutely.
But it's not just that.
Johanna hasn't turned up at work.
She's not answering her phone.
Would you like me to get involved?
- Absolutely not.
Your only job is to find Robert
before the police do.
You can leave now.
This place is empty.
- Are you sure?
Have you looked everywhere?
I want you to stay there anyway,
in case she turns up.
How long?
- I have to go now.
Filip.
Do you know what day it is?
- A beautiful day, I guess.
Sit down. I won't be long.
How is that for a coincidence?
First we meet in Sandersvik, and
just as we were talking about you...
I don't want to be rude, but...
- My companion saw you.
He knows you. Filip Agetorp.
I don't think you've met.
- I know who he is.
But did you know he has been head
of the European Bank for 15 years?
I was surprised. 15 years!
- What do you want?
You want a position
on their Board of Directors
and they have a vacancy.
Good Lord! You're not even trying
to be elegant.
Come and sit with us.
- Okay...
We don't know each other that well.
Certain things that used to work
don't work anymore.
I'm doing what I'm doing
because I believe in it.
I'll vote according to my conscience.
Because when I see
all the suffering in the world,
I want to know that I've done
all I can to prevent it.
Even if it means the downfall
of a small Swedish town?
Just have a coffee after your lunch?
Or I stand up and yell
that you tried to grab my crotch?
Are you perfect?
- What do you mean?
I know I'm not.
I don't think anybody is.
Politicians, priests... Suddenly we
hear that they have evaded tax
or grabbed someone's crotch.
Or built a veranda and claimed
the cost as a business expense.
One small sin doesn't matter, surely.
Nobody else is perfect,
so why should I...?
All it takes is for somebody
to find that one sin.
And I am very good at finding things.
You're at the beginning of
a long career. A fine career.
You have to think
about your choices very carefully.
It could be a crossroads.
Here...
Filip sends his regards.
The offer stands until 2 p.m.
Hide my what?
- That's what it's called.
A service that hides the location
you're surfing from.
Your traffic goes to a distant server
via an encrypted tunnel.
According to the IP-address,
Manchurian2004 sits in Sichuan.
He's very interested in
the Palme murder.
Very odd ideas, complete nutter.
So he can't be traced?
- I didn't say that.
That's Dad's phone.
All the outgoing and incoming calls.
Nearly all are from me or to me.
So what do you make of it?
- Like this. Look.
At 10:23, Manchurian posts a photo
of the forest guy on the forum.
Your dad replies at 10:27.
One minute later Manchurian asks
him to send a private message.
And then...?
On the list of calls... 10:31.
You think they called each other?
- It fits with the time.
So we have his number?
- Address, credit info, work place.
Excuse me?
- What are you doing?
You're going to call the police.
Yeah, if I had anything.
Do I have anything?
How do you know
he's the guy from the film?
I thought you liked my fire.
I just want you to be careful.
- I'm a big girl now.
Hello. Is that Jan-Erik Berger?
My name is Åsa Schiller Fantuzzi
and I'm a reporter at Dagbladet.
I wanted to ask you...
I've heard that you're the man
to talk to about the Palme murder.
The stuff no one else talks about.
I just want to double check.
You're the one they call Manchurian?
Disappointed?
I don't know what the people
who gave you my name said.
But what you see is what you get.
Neither more nor less.
So, Dagbladet, huh?
How big is the article?
I don't know yet. We'll see...
Before we start,
you cannot print my name.
We protect our sources.
- Good.
Would you like some coffee?
How old were you in 1986?
I was three or turning four.
Yeah, three.
Precisely.
People of your generation
don't realize how complicated it was.
All the different groupings
that were after Palme.
There is a "dry cleaners" in Östermalm.
The owner is an old gunrunner.
Martin Lindhe, or Marianne.
As if that would fool anyone.
A friend of Cedergren, and all that.
I have this Marianne under surveillance.
The other day, I spotted a new star.
I take a photo, post it on the net.
Guess how long it took
before someone wanted to talk.
Wait. What did the person
who contacted you know?
No idea. He promised that it had
nothing to do with Palme.
And naive as I am, I trusted him.
But then today, another guy calls
and asks the same thing.
I'm getting close to something here.
Someone else called you today
about this?
He's still in my office. He was
about to leave when you called.
So you see, we could have a scoop soon.
Listen.
Something has come up.
I have to go.
Thanks for seeing me.
- Thank you.
Keep in touch.
- Sure, man.
Shall I get my dossier?
- Sorry? Dossier?
My dossier on the Palme murder?
- Yeah.
What the hell are you doing?
Sorry. I didn't mean to scare you.
- You can't just wander in.
I know.
But your dad wants to talk to you.
- Forget it!
I want to keep my job.
So, what shall we do?
We could start with you leaving.
- You're not going anywhere.
I can't let you leave.
Johanna...
I can't let you leave.
- Let me go.
Let me go. Let go of me!
We're going to the car.
Let go of me!
Let me go! Stop it!
Stop it! Let me go!
I'm closing the door.
You'll hurt yourself.
No!
- Mind your fingers.
Good luck with the vote.
Yes?
- Uh, she...
She doesn't like this.
- Let me out!
Is that her in the background?
Why is she not in the house?
- Someone could call the police.
I understand. I'm on my way.
Help!
Let me out!
There... breathe.
- Let go of me.
Only if you calm down and talk to me.
I'll scream if you don't let go.
- I'm letting go.
You let some bloody moron lock me up?
How desperate can you get?
- You don't answer my calls.
What do you think that means?
You haven't been at work.
I was worried.
Don't pretend that you care.
You just want to get rid of me.
Get rid of you?
I talked to Malin Olsson.
That's right.
How the hell could you?
My medical records, Dad.
Do you see how sick that is?
You send me away
because you're fed up with me.
No, it's not like that!
- So, what is it then?
I felt good, I was happy.
Why did you do it?
Damn you, Dad. Damn you!
You didn't believe I was cured.
Listen, you have to believe me.
This is for your own good.
You have no idea what's best for me!
Give me the keys.
Give me the keys!
You are not following me now.
Åsa Schiller Fantuzzi.
Did I pronounce it correctly?
Shall I give you some advice
about tailing people?
Never use a car that's registered
in your own name. Not clever.
So I know a bit about you already.
That you are not a reporter
at Dagbladet, like you told Berger.
I look forward
to getting to know you better.
Shall we go inside?
What are you doing at my place?
I'm looking for my dad.
- Your dad?
Rolf Höglund.
I know you two met last Monday.
Right?
He's been missing since then.
Sit.
- Okay.
I don't know who you are.
I don't know anything.
I don't care.
I want to know that he's okay.
I just want to know where he is.
Okay?
Life consists
of an awful lot of choices.
Rolf and I were talking about it.
Rolf and I.
But it was as if he
didn't want to understand.
It's like this...
I want nothing more than to let you go.
But first you have to talk to me.
What were you doing at Berger's?
I was there because I know
that they have been in contact.
I don't know why.
What do you know
about what Rolf is really doing?
I don't know what you mean.
- Cut it out. Listen to me.
If this is going to work,
you have to help me. Okay?
Okay. Absolutely.
But I don't know anything.
Nothing?
- No. I can't help you.
I can't help you.
I don't know anything.
I think you probably can.
Yes?
What? She's there with you?
Wait, not on the phone.
I'll come to you. Stop the car.
Can you go back to my house?
Take these and call from this one.
Daddy! Dad! What the hell...?
Why did you come here?
I never meant to drag you into all this.
What does he want you to say?
Tell him everything you know!
- They won't let me go.
Is it about Sandersvik?
Åsa...
Is it the warehouse?
I found the key in the fish tank.
You know nothing!
It's the only way to survive.
What...?
No! No! No!
No! No!
Follow me.
He hasn't said anything?
- Nothing.
But Robert has tried to contact
his daughter, too.
Is he there?
- Yeah.
To the right.
How could it get to this?
Who the hell would have thought
he'd put up such resistance?
Everyone talks in the end.
- Apparently not.
You were wrong.
All you had to do was to find Robert.
Instead you're stuck
with two other people.
Two civilians that you don't know
what to do with.
I promise I'll clean things up.
And I'll find Robert.
When are you going to find him?
Henrik, you bloody idiot!
That was Norwegian.
ISP is voting on the deal now
and I know nothing.
I'm standing here.
What happens if they say no?
- Huh?
What happens if they say no?
- No?
It wouldn't just be the end
of Sandersvik.
It would mean very unhappy faces
in Indonesia.
And last in the chain is Burma,
who are waiting for grenade launchers.
They have already paid us very well.
They won't sit idly
if they don't get what they ordered.
So ISP has to vote yes,
and I cannot have any more
disrupting mistakes.
If Maggie van Haal becomes
even slightly suspicious,
she won't be as easy to work with
as her predecessors.
Do you understand? Got it?
- Yeah.
We have to be absolutely flawless,
Henrik.
Does anyone know you're here?
My phone is at home.
The car belongs to the security company.
Go home and do something visible.
I'll take care of everything here.
Okay?
I promise.
Fuck.
Let me out.
Let me out!
I won't say anything, I promise.
Let me out!
What have you done with her?!
No, What have you done with her?
Never forget that.
You have to drive. I can't.
Out of the car, Robert.
- Your hands...
Robert, get out of the car.
- Hurry up!
Go!
Go!
Come on! Drive!
- Get out of the fucking car!
What are you waiting for?
We have to get out of here. Go!
We've got it!
Does everyone have a glass?
To Sandersvik! Cheers!