Conspiracy of Silence (2018–…): Season 1, Episode 5 - Wilted Leaves - full transcript
Okay, good.
I'm at Dad's house now.
Come as quickly as you can.
Okay. Come.
It's only a short walk.
Lie down over there.
Do you want some water?
No, thanks.
Hi.
Okay...
I can't tell if he has
any internal bleeding.
You can't stop it anyway.
So just do what you can!
It's the guy I saw in the forest.
- Who?
Åsa, who?
He's a bloody psychopath.
Åsa! Get some towels.
Okay...
There...
Good, there's the exit wound.
The bullet's not inside.
Here. You have to press here. Press.
That's great, keep pressing.
That's good. Come on.
Here. And press there.
It's okay. Stay calm.
Press.
I'll give you some local anesthetic.
Keep pressing, Åsa.
Åsa, Åsa. I'm here!
I'm here. Look at me.
Breathe slowly. Deep breaths.
You can go to the kitchen now.
Thank you.
You can wait out there. It's okay.
I need your help. Press, press.
There. Press, press.
Good.
There. Hold on to it.
It's okay. One, two, three.
There you are. Good, good.
Åsa, remember to breathe.
Breathe, breathe, breathe.
What's the matter?
What's the matter?
Huh?
- Oh, God! Dad...
Where's Rolf?
- He's dead. He's dead!
What?
CONSPIRACY OF SILENCE
It's me. The place is clean now.
Right, got it.
Still no trace of Robert
and the daughter?
Be smart, Henrik.
You may already be wanted.
But find him.
- Yeah.
Sandersvik will soon be back
as one of the top manufacturers
of defense material in the world.
Thank you very much.
Shouldn't you be celebrating?
- Yeah, yeah. It's nothing.
Let's go inside and shake
some hands so we can get to work.
In Brussels tomorrow we'll show
your board how happy we are.
Please, guys. It's okay.
Excuse me. Hi, excuse me.
You probably don't remember me,
but we met in Sandersvik.
You said things about Anders Spetz.
He's my father.
You won the vote. Congratulations.
- Wait...
What do you want?
- I don't know. I don't know anything.
I really want to know what you meant.
You said he's doing a lot of shit.
I only want to know the truth.
But I don't know who to ask.
Please...
Here.
A hot drink is good for you.
What do you want to do now?
- I don't know.
No...
Maybe we should call the police.
Mario.
Hi, Jens.
In Dad's summer cottage.
The most awful things have happened.
I can't tell you now.
We don't know anything.
Just forget about everything.
Just drop everything.
I'll call you later.
Okay, you have to...
- Stay away from me!
You have to lie down.
- Have you seen my cap?
Look, he's a doctor.
- ENT doctor, but I still think...
I need the keys to the van and my bag!
What are you going to do?
Your dad had information
that he's probably hidden somewhere.
In order to frame those who did this,
I have to find it before they do.
I have found everything.
I wish I could help you more.
If he's clean,
he's the only one in the industry.
I'm not talking
about the official deals,
I mean the underhand deals.
Weapons that go astray
in the wrong countries.
An entire economy driven by agents
without a conscience. Like Anders.
They're not even very secret.
This one... here.
This man, for instance.
Or him.
This guy runs a consultancy firm
with a turnover of 120,000 dollars.
But he owns several properties
in Dubai and London...
Do you recognize him?
- No.
If you want to know more about
your father, then follow the money.
Check his accounts,
properties, everything.
He's hidden most of it in trusts
that we can't get access to.
We can't call the police.
The people doing everything
to find us have friends there.
I know that, because I used
to be one of them.
One of them?
- Yeah.
Those who...
Those who sell Swedish weapons abroad.
Usually quite legal, but sometimes
special methods are needed.
For that, you need special people.
Okay. So, you killed people?
Usually not.
Your father was right.
Something big is happening.
It's my fault that he died.
Not at all.
- Yes.
No, he sacrificed his life for you.
I have a daughter, too.
She doesn't know I exist.
But I would've done the same.
I called him crazy.
Everybody called him crazy.
He'll be proved right in the end.
I promise.
Hi. Hi, Tilda.
Yes. Sure. We're on our way.
Yes, we're coming. Bye.
We have to get Nike.
- Yes.
Can we...?
I'll pick up Nike
and come straight back.
Okay. Can you bring
my computer as well?
Sure. We have to go to the police.
I know you're scared.
I'm scared, too, but we have to.
You heard him.
They could be everywhere.
That can't be true of all officers?
There has to be someone.
There is one I could...
- Let's call him tomorrow.
Then we'll leave.
We can stay with my sister.
Wait, you can't pick up Nike like that.
You have blood on your jumper.
What's going on?
Hi.
- Huh?
Is that blood?
- What the hell are you doing here?
I was scared. You sounded
desperate and hung up.
And you took that as an invitation?
- Mario...
Go and get Nike. I'll deal with this.
Okay.
See you.
Let's go in.
I'll tell you everything.
Who the hell is that?
This is my friend Jens.
- Stand where I can see you.
Åsa, what the hell is happening?
- I'll tell you.
Jens is a reporter at Dagbladet.
- Right. And...?
Maybe he can help you.
- I don't need any help.
Sorry. It's been chaotic.
I'm so sorry.
Here. Keep the change.
Thanks.
- Thank you. Bye.
Have you had any food today?
There...
Go on, start eating.
It's so bloody awful that they
have been in our apartment.
Shit, they could come here.
The house is in Dad's name.
They're desperate and don't know
what they're doing.
You and the family must go away as
far as possible, until this is over.
And you have to let me help you.
- No, I don't have to.
So what's your plan? Go through
Rolf's material yourself?
Build a case, do interviews,
confirm sources?
You said you're a soldier.
I work for a big newspaper. I have
the contacts. I know this stuff.
Come on.
We can do a huge thing together.
Hi! Hello, darling.
Stefan. Hello.
- Hello.
Can I show you something?
Can you come with me?
So, this is the man who killed your dad?
His car is parked outside my dad's
summer house on Ingarö.
Why don't you come in?
This is a lot to take in.
I must sound crazy.
But I don't know who I can trust.
Nobody is saying you're crazy.
- You have to go to the farm.
I know where it is. I can help.
I'll do all I can.
If what you say is true...
- Of course it is.
Yes, but in that case, it's handled
by the violent crimes unit.
I'll make sure someone looks
into this. I'll call you back. Okay?
Okay. Wait. This is my husband's
cell phone number.
Use that number as soon as you
know anything. I'm leaving now.
Listen...
- Yeah?
You have to be careful.
- I promise, we'll be careful.
Bye now.
Anders was your friend.
So he was.
I don't understand how
they haven't already been caught.
People have tried, but it doesn't stick.
It just washes off.
Take the Bofors scandal.
Sure, a few wilted leaves fell to the
ground, but new ones replaced them.
And everything continued as before.
Business as usual.
Same thing with Saudi Arabia
and South Africa.
We want to sell our weapons.
Simple as that.
Your testimony provides the background.
But we need someone to back it up,
who hasn't been dead for 30 years.
There could be credibility issues
around it.
That will be difficult. Most of the
people from my days are gone.
Unless we ask Karl-Erik Sten.
- The Sten?
Yes, I mean the Sten.
This was before he became
a UN angel. Or a peace angel.
Damn... Why would he help us?
- I don't think he will.
But we could always ask.
Maybe I don't need to say this,
but in order to involve my paper,
everything has to above board.
Nothing illegal.
Listen...
Asking has never been illegal.
We have to gain insight into
Anders Spetz's present activities.
Unless we have something new,
they will slip away again.
I may remember the Saudi deal
and South Africa, but how many do?
We have the Indonesia deal.
We have Anders, David Hatch
and a desperate company.
How many new things do you need?
- Exactly.
I start digging. You contact Sten
and ask him nicely. Okay?
Weapons manufacturer Sandersvik
may be signing a new big order.
The "war against terrorism" has
boosted the Swedish arms industry.
Since 9/11,
the Swedish arms export has...
What the hell, Robert?
Fuck!
What kind of language is that?
I didn't know you had
a problem with swearing.
You can stay here
if you can't live at home.
But I want you to mind your language.
Do you remember the summer of '87?
Sandhamn.
Eighty seven?
- Eighty seven.
When those yuppies were going
to take our table.
I would still have torn into them,
but using different words.
Yeah...
You were crazy back then.
That was one of the reasons
I proposed to you.
You didn't wear a dress back then.
Hey, did you get hold of the guy
from the football association?
No. He never called back.
Can you check up on it again, please?
Send him to me if there's
anything worthwhile. Thanks.
MILITARY EQUIPMENT ACT
SWEDISH CODE OF STATUTES
Do you have any contacts
in Swedish arms exports?
I thought you were helping Safa
with those rigged matches?
I've got a thing going on.
- Right?
If it's correct, then...
well, all hell will break loose.
But I need facts before I know
whether it holds water.
Arms export. No one has launched
into that for a while.
All you get is secrecy bars and
"we cannot release this information."
Precisely.
Public documents, bullshit!
It's impossible to access anything.
Defense department?
- ISP.
Right. Sandersvik?
The Indonesia deal?
Good. Don't say anything
until you know.
This is what sets us apart from
internet news. There's hope for you.
Though not enough to offer me
a full-time position, apparently?
Well, if you can give me
a good reason...
Do you know who Niloufar Ardalan is?
Hello, Stefan Larsson here.
- Have you been to the farm?
We've found many farms,
but none that look like crime scenes.
We have found your car parked in Tyresö.
No clues inside. And the van
in Ingarö is registered to
a 72-year old woman resident in Malaga.
Who's blood is inside it?
- I have no idea.
Åsa, listen to me.
If we're to help you, you have
to be completely open with us.
I don't know! Surely there's
something you can check?
Fingerprints, hairs
and things like that.
We're checking everything we can.
If you can't help us connect this
to the shooting
in your dad's flat, then we don't
have a case. Do you understand?
My dad is dead, and somebody
has been in our apartment.
How many crimes do you need before
you start doing your fucking job?
NEED TO BUY 10 UNITS.
GOOD PRICE
Oh, well...
I pray for you.
You know that, don't you?
Yeah.
If I end up in hell, which is likely,
it won't be because of my clothes.
Thanks Lilly, for letting me stay.
But I have to go now.
Is there no danger anymore?
- I can't let my business go under.
Keep on praying for me.
You may borrow the cardigan.
- Thank you, sweetie.
A good mix, you might say.
But that's what happens
at such short notice.
And the one you've got in your handbag.
How long have we known each other?
Fifteen years?
I hope you're getting paid
well for this.
Hello... again, I suppose.
We didn't introduce ourselves
properly. Marianne.
Robert Kastell. Where is he?
Lift him up.
Listen, come on now.
I don't have anything against you.
Really not.
I like people who stick out.
Who show who they are.
Shit, I must have four
Dolly Parton records at home.
Where is Robert?
But seriously...
Is Robert really worth this? Is he?
I don't give a shit about Robert.
But I don't know where he is!
Maybe you should do me a favor
and find out?
That would save me a trip to Rotebro
and a visit to your little ex-wife.
What's her name again?
Lilly, right?
You bastard!
Give me Robert Kastell,
and little Lilly won't have
to be visited. Okay? Kiss, kiss.
So you can't give me anything
on Sandersvik or Indonesia?
And nothing on Anders Spetz?
I don't know anything. He works
as a consultant for Sandersvik.
And he's involved in the ongoing
negotiations. That's all I know.
Come on.
You must have something.
I need someone on the inside.
I heard that you spoke
to the Association for Peace.
And gave them material
for that article. Why was that okay?
Are you recording this?
- No, good God.
I'm not after you!
Look, switched off.
I don't have anything else.
You can search me if you want.
You know the Swedish arms trade stinks.
Help me uncover it.
Can I have one?
No one would be happier than me
if this industry was cleaned up.
But I can't do it.
I'm needed at ISP.
I can't lose my job because I talk.
But I know who you can talk to.
- Who?
Johanna Månsson.
Who is she?
Anders Spetz's daughter.
Good night.
Don't worry.
I'm not going to hurt you.
I just want to be sure that
I get to say my piece.
That looks tough. Is it cancer?
Emphysema.
But you're not here
to inquire about my health.
It's been a while, Karl-Erik.
But things have gone well for you.
The UN and everything...
You've become a real peacemaker.
Yeah...
I've done some thinking about that.
Can you make up
for the bad things you've done,
by doing good later in life?
As a kind of compensation.
Take yourself as an example.
You made some really bad decisions,
that people like me had to implement.
So what do you think?
Can you cancel out the shit?
I don't know what you mean.
- Yes, you do.
What do you want me to do?
Testify. Tell the truth.
Become clean.
Hypothetically speaking.
Don't try that diplomatic rhetoric
with me. It just sounds silly.
It's not you we're after.
We want to get Anders,
for what's happening today,
not 30 years ago.
"We"?
I'm working with a journalist.
I'm sorry, but...
it's just so unexpected.
A bit like an elephant
in a porcelain factory.
No, thanks. I'm not interested.
We will get Anders regardless.
You can either help us, or...
you go down with him.
It's up to you.
You and that journalist?
Thanks, I'm fine as I am.
Is this the part where you hit me?
This is happening, Karl-Erik.
I'm not making it up.
It will happen, in one way or another.
Don't you realize that Anders
will sacrifice you immediately?
He doesn't care about friendship.
You can ask me.
I've had first-hand experience.
In the end it's about your legacy
to your children.
My children don't have anything
to do with this.
Really?
So your daughter's job
at the embassy in Dubai,
has nothing to do with you?
And your son who lectures
on conflicts in the Middle East,
has nothing to do
with you either, right?
No... But you may be right.
Maybe they will be fine, even when
your reputation is destroyed.
But there's no guarantee for that,
as you know.
I don't understand. Why go after me?
There are others higher up,
who are still alive.
I don't know who they are
or what they have done.
But I do know that the whole world
is interested in hearing
the secrets of Karl-Erik Sten.
The way I see it, you have to choose
who you want to be.
The one who feels remorse
and wishes to make amends.
Or the one...
who has lied to his children
their whole lives.
We've got him. He'll do it.
- Nice work!
But we have to go at once.
He's waiting for us.
Do you have everything you need?
It's best to do it on film.
I have a camera and mike in the car.
Hello.
- Hi.
I booked us into a hotel,
but I can't let go of this.
I have to do this, for Dad's sake.
I understand how you feel.
But is it a good idea to come along
after everything that happened?
Yes, I definitely think so.
And Mario? Is he in on this?
- Not even close.
But he has no choice.
And neither do you.
I have to make a phone call.
- Of course. No problem.
Excuse me...
DAD
Hello.
- Thank you.
We don't have any specific
visiting hours.
We let our patients decide what
they do with the time they have left.
But I would like to ask you
to take care with Karl-Erik.
He is very ill.
- Of course. We're very aware of that.
I'm here at the reception
if you need me.
I choose not to choose.
I'm at Dad's house now.
Come as quickly as you can.
Okay. Come.
It's only a short walk.
Lie down over there.
Do you want some water?
No, thanks.
Hi.
Okay...
I can't tell if he has
any internal bleeding.
You can't stop it anyway.
So just do what you can!
It's the guy I saw in the forest.
- Who?
Åsa, who?
He's a bloody psychopath.
Åsa! Get some towels.
Okay...
There...
Good, there's the exit wound.
The bullet's not inside.
Here. You have to press here. Press.
That's great, keep pressing.
That's good. Come on.
Here. And press there.
It's okay. Stay calm.
Press.
I'll give you some local anesthetic.
Keep pressing, Åsa.
Åsa, Åsa. I'm here!
I'm here. Look at me.
Breathe slowly. Deep breaths.
You can go to the kitchen now.
Thank you.
You can wait out there. It's okay.
I need your help. Press, press.
There. Press, press.
Good.
There. Hold on to it.
It's okay. One, two, three.
There you are. Good, good.
Åsa, remember to breathe.
Breathe, breathe, breathe.
What's the matter?
What's the matter?
Huh?
- Oh, God! Dad...
Where's Rolf?
- He's dead. He's dead!
What?
CONSPIRACY OF SILENCE
It's me. The place is clean now.
Right, got it.
Still no trace of Robert
and the daughter?
Be smart, Henrik.
You may already be wanted.
But find him.
- Yeah.
Sandersvik will soon be back
as one of the top manufacturers
of defense material in the world.
Thank you very much.
Shouldn't you be celebrating?
- Yeah, yeah. It's nothing.
Let's go inside and shake
some hands so we can get to work.
In Brussels tomorrow we'll show
your board how happy we are.
Please, guys. It's okay.
Excuse me. Hi, excuse me.
You probably don't remember me,
but we met in Sandersvik.
You said things about Anders Spetz.
He's my father.
You won the vote. Congratulations.
- Wait...
What do you want?
- I don't know. I don't know anything.
I really want to know what you meant.
You said he's doing a lot of shit.
I only want to know the truth.
But I don't know who to ask.
Please...
Here.
A hot drink is good for you.
What do you want to do now?
- I don't know.
No...
Maybe we should call the police.
Mario.
Hi, Jens.
In Dad's summer cottage.
The most awful things have happened.
I can't tell you now.
We don't know anything.
Just forget about everything.
Just drop everything.
I'll call you later.
Okay, you have to...
- Stay away from me!
You have to lie down.
- Have you seen my cap?
Look, he's a doctor.
- ENT doctor, but I still think...
I need the keys to the van and my bag!
What are you going to do?
Your dad had information
that he's probably hidden somewhere.
In order to frame those who did this,
I have to find it before they do.
I have found everything.
I wish I could help you more.
If he's clean,
he's the only one in the industry.
I'm not talking
about the official deals,
I mean the underhand deals.
Weapons that go astray
in the wrong countries.
An entire economy driven by agents
without a conscience. Like Anders.
They're not even very secret.
This one... here.
This man, for instance.
Or him.
This guy runs a consultancy firm
with a turnover of 120,000 dollars.
But he owns several properties
in Dubai and London...
Do you recognize him?
- No.
If you want to know more about
your father, then follow the money.
Check his accounts,
properties, everything.
He's hidden most of it in trusts
that we can't get access to.
We can't call the police.
The people doing everything
to find us have friends there.
I know that, because I used
to be one of them.
One of them?
- Yeah.
Those who...
Those who sell Swedish weapons abroad.
Usually quite legal, but sometimes
special methods are needed.
For that, you need special people.
Okay. So, you killed people?
Usually not.
Your father was right.
Something big is happening.
It's my fault that he died.
Not at all.
- Yes.
No, he sacrificed his life for you.
I have a daughter, too.
She doesn't know I exist.
But I would've done the same.
I called him crazy.
Everybody called him crazy.
He'll be proved right in the end.
I promise.
Hi. Hi, Tilda.
Yes. Sure. We're on our way.
Yes, we're coming. Bye.
We have to get Nike.
- Yes.
Can we...?
I'll pick up Nike
and come straight back.
Okay. Can you bring
my computer as well?
Sure. We have to go to the police.
I know you're scared.
I'm scared, too, but we have to.
You heard him.
They could be everywhere.
That can't be true of all officers?
There has to be someone.
There is one I could...
- Let's call him tomorrow.
Then we'll leave.
We can stay with my sister.
Wait, you can't pick up Nike like that.
You have blood on your jumper.
What's going on?
Hi.
- Huh?
Is that blood?
- What the hell are you doing here?
I was scared. You sounded
desperate and hung up.
And you took that as an invitation?
- Mario...
Go and get Nike. I'll deal with this.
Okay.
See you.
Let's go in.
I'll tell you everything.
Who the hell is that?
This is my friend Jens.
- Stand where I can see you.
Åsa, what the hell is happening?
- I'll tell you.
Jens is a reporter at Dagbladet.
- Right. And...?
Maybe he can help you.
- I don't need any help.
Sorry. It's been chaotic.
I'm so sorry.
Here. Keep the change.
Thanks.
- Thank you. Bye.
Have you had any food today?
There...
Go on, start eating.
It's so bloody awful that they
have been in our apartment.
Shit, they could come here.
The house is in Dad's name.
They're desperate and don't know
what they're doing.
You and the family must go away as
far as possible, until this is over.
And you have to let me help you.
- No, I don't have to.
So what's your plan? Go through
Rolf's material yourself?
Build a case, do interviews,
confirm sources?
You said you're a soldier.
I work for a big newspaper. I have
the contacts. I know this stuff.
Come on.
We can do a huge thing together.
Hi! Hello, darling.
Stefan. Hello.
- Hello.
Can I show you something?
Can you come with me?
So, this is the man who killed your dad?
His car is parked outside my dad's
summer house on Ingarö.
Why don't you come in?
This is a lot to take in.
I must sound crazy.
But I don't know who I can trust.
Nobody is saying you're crazy.
- You have to go to the farm.
I know where it is. I can help.
I'll do all I can.
If what you say is true...
- Of course it is.
Yes, but in that case, it's handled
by the violent crimes unit.
I'll make sure someone looks
into this. I'll call you back. Okay?
Okay. Wait. This is my husband's
cell phone number.
Use that number as soon as you
know anything. I'm leaving now.
Listen...
- Yeah?
You have to be careful.
- I promise, we'll be careful.
Bye now.
Anders was your friend.
So he was.
I don't understand how
they haven't already been caught.
People have tried, but it doesn't stick.
It just washes off.
Take the Bofors scandal.
Sure, a few wilted leaves fell to the
ground, but new ones replaced them.
And everything continued as before.
Business as usual.
Same thing with Saudi Arabia
and South Africa.
We want to sell our weapons.
Simple as that.
Your testimony provides the background.
But we need someone to back it up,
who hasn't been dead for 30 years.
There could be credibility issues
around it.
That will be difficult. Most of the
people from my days are gone.
Unless we ask Karl-Erik Sten.
- The Sten?
Yes, I mean the Sten.
This was before he became
a UN angel. Or a peace angel.
Damn... Why would he help us?
- I don't think he will.
But we could always ask.
Maybe I don't need to say this,
but in order to involve my paper,
everything has to above board.
Nothing illegal.
Listen...
Asking has never been illegal.
We have to gain insight into
Anders Spetz's present activities.
Unless we have something new,
they will slip away again.
I may remember the Saudi deal
and South Africa, but how many do?
We have the Indonesia deal.
We have Anders, David Hatch
and a desperate company.
How many new things do you need?
- Exactly.
I start digging. You contact Sten
and ask him nicely. Okay?
Weapons manufacturer Sandersvik
may be signing a new big order.
The "war against terrorism" has
boosted the Swedish arms industry.
Since 9/11,
the Swedish arms export has...
What the hell, Robert?
Fuck!
What kind of language is that?
I didn't know you had
a problem with swearing.
You can stay here
if you can't live at home.
But I want you to mind your language.
Do you remember the summer of '87?
Sandhamn.
Eighty seven?
- Eighty seven.
When those yuppies were going
to take our table.
I would still have torn into them,
but using different words.
Yeah...
You were crazy back then.
That was one of the reasons
I proposed to you.
You didn't wear a dress back then.
Hey, did you get hold of the guy
from the football association?
No. He never called back.
Can you check up on it again, please?
Send him to me if there's
anything worthwhile. Thanks.
MILITARY EQUIPMENT ACT
SWEDISH CODE OF STATUTES
Do you have any contacts
in Swedish arms exports?
I thought you were helping Safa
with those rigged matches?
I've got a thing going on.
- Right?
If it's correct, then...
well, all hell will break loose.
But I need facts before I know
whether it holds water.
Arms export. No one has launched
into that for a while.
All you get is secrecy bars and
"we cannot release this information."
Precisely.
Public documents, bullshit!
It's impossible to access anything.
Defense department?
- ISP.
Right. Sandersvik?
The Indonesia deal?
Good. Don't say anything
until you know.
This is what sets us apart from
internet news. There's hope for you.
Though not enough to offer me
a full-time position, apparently?
Well, if you can give me
a good reason...
Do you know who Niloufar Ardalan is?
Hello, Stefan Larsson here.
- Have you been to the farm?
We've found many farms,
but none that look like crime scenes.
We have found your car parked in Tyresö.
No clues inside. And the van
in Ingarö is registered to
a 72-year old woman resident in Malaga.
Who's blood is inside it?
- I have no idea.
Åsa, listen to me.
If we're to help you, you have
to be completely open with us.
I don't know! Surely there's
something you can check?
Fingerprints, hairs
and things like that.
We're checking everything we can.
If you can't help us connect this
to the shooting
in your dad's flat, then we don't
have a case. Do you understand?
My dad is dead, and somebody
has been in our apartment.
How many crimes do you need before
you start doing your fucking job?
NEED TO BUY 10 UNITS.
GOOD PRICE
Oh, well...
I pray for you.
You know that, don't you?
Yeah.
If I end up in hell, which is likely,
it won't be because of my clothes.
Thanks Lilly, for letting me stay.
But I have to go now.
Is there no danger anymore?
- I can't let my business go under.
Keep on praying for me.
You may borrow the cardigan.
- Thank you, sweetie.
A good mix, you might say.
But that's what happens
at such short notice.
And the one you've got in your handbag.
How long have we known each other?
Fifteen years?
I hope you're getting paid
well for this.
Hello... again, I suppose.
We didn't introduce ourselves
properly. Marianne.
Robert Kastell. Where is he?
Lift him up.
Listen, come on now.
I don't have anything against you.
Really not.
I like people who stick out.
Who show who they are.
Shit, I must have four
Dolly Parton records at home.
Where is Robert?
But seriously...
Is Robert really worth this? Is he?
I don't give a shit about Robert.
But I don't know where he is!
Maybe you should do me a favor
and find out?
That would save me a trip to Rotebro
and a visit to your little ex-wife.
What's her name again?
Lilly, right?
You bastard!
Give me Robert Kastell,
and little Lilly won't have
to be visited. Okay? Kiss, kiss.
So you can't give me anything
on Sandersvik or Indonesia?
And nothing on Anders Spetz?
I don't know anything. He works
as a consultant for Sandersvik.
And he's involved in the ongoing
negotiations. That's all I know.
Come on.
You must have something.
I need someone on the inside.
I heard that you spoke
to the Association for Peace.
And gave them material
for that article. Why was that okay?
Are you recording this?
- No, good God.
I'm not after you!
Look, switched off.
I don't have anything else.
You can search me if you want.
You know the Swedish arms trade stinks.
Help me uncover it.
Can I have one?
No one would be happier than me
if this industry was cleaned up.
But I can't do it.
I'm needed at ISP.
I can't lose my job because I talk.
But I know who you can talk to.
- Who?
Johanna Månsson.
Who is she?
Anders Spetz's daughter.
Good night.
Don't worry.
I'm not going to hurt you.
I just want to be sure that
I get to say my piece.
That looks tough. Is it cancer?
Emphysema.
But you're not here
to inquire about my health.
It's been a while, Karl-Erik.
But things have gone well for you.
The UN and everything...
You've become a real peacemaker.
Yeah...
I've done some thinking about that.
Can you make up
for the bad things you've done,
by doing good later in life?
As a kind of compensation.
Take yourself as an example.
You made some really bad decisions,
that people like me had to implement.
So what do you think?
Can you cancel out the shit?
I don't know what you mean.
- Yes, you do.
What do you want me to do?
Testify. Tell the truth.
Become clean.
Hypothetically speaking.
Don't try that diplomatic rhetoric
with me. It just sounds silly.
It's not you we're after.
We want to get Anders,
for what's happening today,
not 30 years ago.
"We"?
I'm working with a journalist.
I'm sorry, but...
it's just so unexpected.
A bit like an elephant
in a porcelain factory.
No, thanks. I'm not interested.
We will get Anders regardless.
You can either help us, or...
you go down with him.
It's up to you.
You and that journalist?
Thanks, I'm fine as I am.
Is this the part where you hit me?
This is happening, Karl-Erik.
I'm not making it up.
It will happen, in one way or another.
Don't you realize that Anders
will sacrifice you immediately?
He doesn't care about friendship.
You can ask me.
I've had first-hand experience.
In the end it's about your legacy
to your children.
My children don't have anything
to do with this.
Really?
So your daughter's job
at the embassy in Dubai,
has nothing to do with you?
And your son who lectures
on conflicts in the Middle East,
has nothing to do
with you either, right?
No... But you may be right.
Maybe they will be fine, even when
your reputation is destroyed.
But there's no guarantee for that,
as you know.
I don't understand. Why go after me?
There are others higher up,
who are still alive.
I don't know who they are
or what they have done.
But I do know that the whole world
is interested in hearing
the secrets of Karl-Erik Sten.
The way I see it, you have to choose
who you want to be.
The one who feels remorse
and wishes to make amends.
Or the one...
who has lied to his children
their whole lives.
We've got him. He'll do it.
- Nice work!
But we have to go at once.
He's waiting for us.
Do you have everything you need?
It's best to do it on film.
I have a camera and mike in the car.
Hello.
- Hi.
I booked us into a hotel,
but I can't let go of this.
I have to do this, for Dad's sake.
I understand how you feel.
But is it a good idea to come along
after everything that happened?
Yes, I definitely think so.
And Mario? Is he in on this?
- Not even close.
But he has no choice.
And neither do you.
I have to make a phone call.
- Of course. No problem.
Excuse me...
DAD
Hello.
- Thank you.
We don't have any specific
visiting hours.
We let our patients decide what
they do with the time they have left.
But I would like to ask you
to take care with Karl-Erik.
He is very ill.
- Of course. We're very aware of that.
I'm here at the reception
if you need me.
I choose not to choose.