Conspiracy of Silence (2018–…): Season 1, Episode 8 - Cannot Be Undone - full transcript

Listen...
- Okay. What the hell is the matter?

Okay, it's like this.

I've been working on something
quite big for a while now.

But we have been completely duped.

I need to do a Snowden,
and wikileak what we have.

Can you help me?
- Wikileaks?

You know what I mean.

I can prove that someone has
been dealing arms illegally,

sold them to banned countries,
bribed ministers!

We have to get it out.

Do you know how many Google
searches are done every minute?



Two hundred fifty million,
325,000 tweets.

Can you help me or not?

Please, just answer me.

Of course I can.

We've prepared a big release
in connection with the summit.

But your thing sounds much better.

Do you have it here?
- I have...

I will have the material, yes.

CONSPIRACY OF SILENCE

NEED EVERYTHING BY MIDNIGHT
MY OFFICE

I guess there's a bell to press...

I'm sorry. Are you okay?
- I'm fine. How...

I'm fine too.
Let's do this again some time.

No, I don't know.



Let's have lunch later.

Leave everything. Everybody meet
downstairs. Just leave everything.

Hurry up.

Everybody must leave.

What did they give you?
- Get off!

They forced me! I would've been fired
if I hadn't done as they said.

They claim they own it all,
because I'm employed here.

Forced me to tell them
where our office is.

What the hell could I do?
- What did they give you?

Permanent job, my own researcher,
the right to pick my own projects.

It was either that,
or my career was over!

And legally they're right.

The material belonged to us and to Rolf.

I couldn't do anything.
It's not my fault. I'm sorry.

Where is the material now?

I don't have time for this, Jens.

In our archive over there.
- Show me.

Hurry up. Come on.

This is everything.

Right. Where is the USB stick?

I don't know.
I only gave them the keys.

Listen... I'm sorry.

I didn't dare go against them.

I know you hate me,
but I'm on your side.

I can help you look.

You didn't save a copy on this, did you?

No.

It's not here, is it?

They knew about the USB stick.
That's all they wanted.

I wonder how. Did you tell them?

No. I told them what we had.
But nothing about where.

They were already waiting for me.
There was some woman there.

They must have known already.
- It doesn't matter now.

Do try.

The scissors. It might work
if you're very lucky.

I wasn't going to...
- No!

Think whatever the hell you want.
But are you going to kill me for it?

Or just give up and realize that
we got fucked in the ass this time?

I'm sorry. You're right.

What the hell? Are you...

What about doing the right thing?
- It still applies.

But to do it, I need the accounts.

I found it hard to figure out
who you were at first.

Were you for real? Or did you
just want to sleep with Åsa?

You are egotistical, false
and a coward. But not stupid.

There's no way you haven't made
your own copy of that USB.

No. I wish I had done it. But no.

We'll soon find out.

Stop! Are you going
to break every finger?

No. If you haven't said where
the copy is after four fingers,

I'll actually believe you.
You're not that tough.

I can't, I can't!

There's no copy! I promise.

You're tougher than I thought.

You really are.
- Stop it, stop it!

There is one. There is a copy.

And you were prepared
to lose your arm? You're nuts.

I'm not angry
about the accounts, Johanna.

I understand.
There's been too much unclearness.

Too many lies.

Johanna?

We can leave everything.
You and me.

Build something new elsewhere.

I have money.

Accounts on the Isle of Man
that no one knows about.

A plane is waiting
at Bromma airport tomorrow morning.

New passports.
We can go wherever we like.

Just name a country.
A city. I'll fix it.

We've beaten your illness before.
We can do it again.

You go.

I can't leave without you.
- Yes, you can. Just leave me alone.

Johanna...
- No. Go or don't go. I don't care.

Hello.
- Come in.

Please tell me you're here
because it's all a big mistake,

and I can sign this stupid deal

and don't have to go
to Brussels where I may be fired.

I'm sorry.
- They say: "Do what's right.

"Do what feels right."

Everything feels wrong.
- Well, this is not gonna help.

I dug deeper and realized

that Anders Spetz
couldn't have acted alone.

He needed help from inside the company.

Where are you going?
- A friend told me about an apartment.

Where is it?
- I'm not telling you.

Can you just go?
- You don't know what you've done.

You could've destroyed the lives
of many people, including yourself.

But I stopped it.

Because you're all I have.

It's so obvious now.

I understand why Mom
never really loved you.

You must have noticed.
I was only a child, but I noticed.

That small distance between you.

When you were on your bloody trips,
she used to talk about my real dad.

That's what she called him.

About how much she missed him.

I get it. You want
to hurt my feelings.

You're upset.

It doesn't change how I feel about you.

That's just it. You say you care
about me. But it's only words.

When I need the truth,
do you tell me everything?

No! You want to flee! Start over
with new identities, new lies.

And when I say I need space,
you're still here arguing with me!

If you really cared about me,
you'd let me go now.

I know it sounds like a bad excuse,

but I really didn't know
if you wanted to know.

You learn in this business

that some things you see,
others you don't.

That fact that I repeatedly said
how much I despise corruption,

that wasn't a hint?

I haven't done anything since I met you.

You helped them hide the bribes
and payouts, but you said nothing.

All I heard was that you would do
anything to save the company.

You would do anything
to save this city. Our future.

I didn't say anything because
I wanted the decision to be yours.

Well. Thank you very much.

So, either I sign,

and I do something that's
against everything I stand for.

But I save the company
and our relationship.

Or I don't. That would be the end
of the company,

Definitely the end of my job as CEO.

And the end of you and me.

It doesn't have to be--
- Of course it has to be that way.

People will ask why. They'll find out
and I'll have to tell them.

And you will go to jail.

Hey!

Hello?
- Hi, Åsa. Stefan Larsson here.

I don't know how to say this,
but strange things are happening.

I spoke to the prosecutor, and...

he's going to be released.

What?
- The one who killed your dad.

He's getting out later today.
- But...

I picked him out in the lineup?
The evidence...

I know. I'm very sorry, but you have
to understand one thing.

I have no idea what has happened.
No one is saying anything.

But he will be released later today.

Hi, darling. We haven't left yet.

She just fell asleep.
- You have to stay.

You have to stay there.
You can't come here.

This is sick.
They're letting him go.

He will go free.

All the material has been stolen.
Jens tricked us.

Jens has deceived us.

But they had DNA?
You picked him out? Åsa?

There.
- It's the only copy?

Yes.

Bloody sadist!

I picked up your car.
Here's money and a new ID.

Anders has arranged a flight
tomorrow morning.

Can you be a good boy until then?

Fuck... Life, eh? It's so nice.

To think that a loser like Höglund
almost destroyed everything.

I'm well paid. But not enough
to listen to that kind of bullshit.

He's dead.
Show some bloody respect!

Respect is earned.

And Rolf Höglund was a bloody idiot.

Are we done here?
- I guess so. For good.

In 24 hours, I'm lying on the beach
with a beer in my hand.

And everyone here will wonder
what the hell happened.

A kiss, thanks and goodbye.

Johanna?

Still staying with the Beretta, I see.

Personally, I will never forget
how they turned us down back in '96.

But that's me.
I take that shit seriously. Loyalty.

I'm really sorry about this.
I just don't know what else to do.

David, deals fall apart sometimes.

We dust ourselves off and try again.
- Yes, normally, but...

you know what's gonna happen.

She said the reason for turning down
the deal was suspicion of corruption.

You must know something.

And that's gonna leak.
- No, it's not. I have fixed that.

Yeah? I'm sorry,
I just can't rely on that.

It may still leak and lead to you,
and that's way too close to me.

Sit.
- Yeah, yeah...

I told you this was a bad idea.
You forced me to continue.

I wanted out of this deal.
- Out?

What the fuck is "out"?

There is no out, other than this.

Again, I'm sorry.

David...

Please, let me write a note to Johanna?

Be quiet.
- It's supposed to look like suicide.

There would be a note
from me to Johanna.

Okay.

You write on this one. Come on.

Yes?

Thank you. Leave him.
You can leave him.

I don't know how the fuck
you did it. But congratulations.

It seems Mrs. Van Haal had
a change of heart.

She stopped the delegation before
they left. The deal is back on.

I told you to trust me.

But at the same time,
it does seem as if you and I

have been having different views
about our collaboration.

I'm glad we sorted some things out.

These things have a tendency
to get blurred with time.

I own you.
Don't ever think otherwise.

I own you. I own this house.

I own the accounts on the Isle of Man
you think I don't know about.

Yes, I do.

And as a safety precaution,
I had them seized.

I didn't want you disappearing
without saying goodbye.

Goodbye.

And do give my best wishes
to that wonderful daughter of yours.

It would be a shame if I had to pull
her into all this. Don't you agree?

I'm on my way to your office now,
with the material. See you there.

Come along.

Excuse the excess.

But you know me, I like a bit of drama.

It didn't go so well last time,

so I'd like to give us another chance.

What is that in your pocket, Johnny?
Is it a giant banana?

A rolled up poster?
Maybe a pain riche?

Ah... Merci beaucoup.

Hey, you...

He's clean.

So nice to see you're friends again.

Really nice.

That's the secret of survival
in this business.

"Roll with the punches"?
Isn't that what they say in the army?

And one must keep one's promises.

I feel that's an area

in which you haven't delivered recently.

I don't know how long I've got.

But I don't want to spend it
looking over my shoulder

and waiting for Anders Spetz
or one of his thugs to turn up.

You won't have to.
- You say that.

One is already inside,
and Anders will join him soon.

I understand.

Trust me, you say.

But look at the bloody mess
you've got me into.

I know and I'm sorry.
But this time it's different.

Because of what's on that memory stick.

Evidence that Anders has bribed
politicians and business leaders.

But I have to give it to a guy
who can break it on the internet.

Sure, I know it's tempting for you.
I'm not stupid.

To give both me and that stick to
Anders will give you some extra cash.

But deep down, you don't want to do it.

How do you know?
Money talks.

I know you better than you think.

You've never been on the side
of people like Anders. Why now?

I don't believe that.

Let me do what I came home to do.
Let me hand it in tonight.

And you have to make up your mind now.

Fuck you.

When I've done that,
you won't have to worry anymore.

But I'm very late,
so could you ask your friends,

if I can borrow one of their bikes
to get back to the city.

Take mine, it's outside.
- Thanks.

The first time is the hardest.

But when you've done it...

Once you've crossed the threshold

into something completely new...

Hi. I'm on my way to your office.
Where are you?

Åsa?

I shot him.
- Who? What's happened?

I... I shot him.

Yes, but who did you shoot?

Oh, God... He's lying here.
He's lying here, Robert.

Okay, listen to me.
Åsa, listen carefully.

Stay where you are. Don't do
anything, don't touch anything.

Tell me where you are.
I'm coming.

He shot Dad.

Åsa, I hear what you... Hello?

Fuck!

I had it a minute ago.

Where is my watch?

Mom will be so angry.
It was a birthday present.

I have to find it.
I know I had it in school...

You're not my...

What are you doing here?

Where is he?
- Inside.

In there?

Are you hurt? You're okay?

Stay here.

There's still time to deliver this.

If you leave now, you'll get there
before midnight.

I'll stay here and clear up this mess.

What are you thinking?

There's just one thing...

When I went through the accounts,

I saw that it doesn't just point
at Anders.

It also points at Johanna.
- She hasn't done anything.

He was smart and signed
his companies over to her.

They are in her name.
- What do you mean?

If we publish this, she'll go to jail.

Just so you know.

That changes everything,
at least for me.

But we're still in this together,
you and me.

Bloody hell. Fuck.

What do you want?

I just want to be with my family.
That's all I want.

Look...

Whatever you choose to do...
Good luck.

So there weren't any copies?

How the hell could you risk
her whole future? Are you mad?

There was no risk.
Not until you turned up.

So it's my fault?

They forced me to blow you up.
- Their fault? Never yours?

That's how you survive.
You blame others.

It doesn't matter.
You got what you wanted.

Johanna was the only thing
that meant anything, and now...

Now she hates me.

She tried to kill herself.
Did you know that?

Four years ago.

Her illness got worse and worse, and...

she couldn't stand it.

What happens now?
What the hell do we do now?

Are we going to die now, Robert?
- I hope not.

Enough people have died already.

That's right. The new Robert.
Wants the best for everyone.

Not everyone.
I will find a way to destroy you.

I'm no...

I'm a fucking nobody.
- Precisely.

What if I could give you David Hatch?

A chance to change
the whole bloody business globally?

Would you help me?
- You and I?

THE TASK CANNOT
BE REVERSED

SOME TRUTHS DON'T SUIT
THE IMAGE

WE HAVE OF OURSELVES,

SO WE CHOOSE
TO DISMISS THEM AS LIES.

WHAT I WILL REVEAL
TO YOU IS A TRUTH

WHICH HAS TAKEN
OVER THIRTY YEARS

TO DRAG OUT OF MURKY DENIAL
AND INTO THE LIGHT.