Det som göms i snö (2018–…): Season 2, Episode 1 - Episode #2.1 - full transcript
Four cheers for Stella! Hip, hip...
Hooray! Hooray! Hooray!
Thank you!
Thank you, sweetheart!
There you go.
Oh, my! What could this be?
I found the receipt in Urban's coat. He'd left it for repairs.
- No! Let go of me! - Stella!
Stella?
Everyone's moved on.
He's not coming back!
- Your brother blew his head off... - No, he didn't! He was murdered!
You have to stop, Peter. It's going to destroy you.
Urban killed himself and he's not coming back.
I miss him every single day.
But what does it matter?
Life goes on.
I'm studying to be a real estate agent.
Why apply for a job just to quit?
I'm not. My boss wants to get rid of me so he can hire someone new.
It's just as well. I reported a colleague to Internal Affairs.
I catch bad guys. I have a black belt in karate.
- Really? - No!
And what about the alcohol?
Well, I'm not drunk now.
You must be joking.
You hired both of us?
So, we fuck and I don't testify against you?
Let go of me! Ow!
You know no dogs are allowed in here, right?
Are you allergic?
- No... - Good.
That Peter Wendel. Doesn't he seem a little weird?
Yeah...but he's in good company.
A real estate agent, a thief, me - who's not even a cop, and you.
They say you were in the psych ward. It's not random you lead the team.
If you've experienced psychosis, there's a good chance of relapse.
I'm worried about you.
He hit us.
- Who? - Dad. He hit me and Urban.
Anytime, anywhere, for anything.
Sometimes he used things.
I've always felt incredibly guilty because...
Why?
Because I couldn't stop him.
Stop him?
Stop him from...committing suicide.
Episode 1
...number 9, It's "A Face", in this short race.
The car releases the field.
Things start badly for No.3, "Jackpot Gejl", who starts galloping.
On the inside, "Giant of North" tries to take the lead.
Number 5, "Big In Sight", is charged outside by Ulf Eriksson.
It's a violent race.
No.4, "Electrum", is on the way to taking the lead,
as No.1, "Giant of North", resists...
Peter?
Hello?
Hello?!
Huh?
Where did you go?
Go...? What?
I asked if you need anything else.
Yeah. An office. With some daylight. A window, maybe.
- This is an office. - You think so?
- Yeah. - With tape on the floor?
It smells like shit in here. There are ball marks on the walls.
It's unreasonable for you to have an office big enough for 30 people.
Besides which, you're not exactly the most popular unit right now.
Wait a minute. What do you mean?
Your results are going in the wrong direction.
Klas Levén was innocent!
Yeah. And then we had a bunch of new unsolved murders.
Temo was fired and the Minister of Justice died.
What the hell do you expect? A gold medal?
No, just an office. So we can work.
Please. It'll be renovated this summer.
I'll make sure you get some plants.
- That would be nice. - It would, wouldn't it?
Peter? Are you coming tonight?
Uh, no.
- Nice office. - Thanks.
What's happening tonight?
My brother's old unit is getting together.
Caijsa?
Hello.
Isn't she on sick leave?
She is.
What about her sciatica?
What do you want me to do?
She's obsessed with solving the murder of that girl in Drevviken.
- And that's a good thing, isn't it? - Have you found Jorma's replacement?
It's been over six months, you know.
I'll send you some suggestions for candidates.
Come on...oh!
Barbro, do you mind?
One more...
Come on...jeez...
This is completely...
The Truth Will Out
Inspired by actual events
Urban Wendel
Hi, Peter.
Oh, hi, Stella!
Hi, sweetheart.
It's me and Peter.
We don't really know what to say to each other.
Wish you were here with us.
You'd make a joke to break the ice.
Do you think about him a lot?
Yeah. Sometimes.
About him or about the suicide?
They're two different things, you know.
Well, I...I think about him.
Mostly as a child, actually.
I think of you. All day, every day.
You're too frail, Peter.
- Frail? - For Urban's watch.
It looks like you're wearing a wall clock on your wrist.
* To the woods *
* a little bird flew *
* from the summer sky *
* so high and blue *
* He sang *
* It's already evening *
* it's time to go *
* I'm flying away *
* you dear, dear soul *
* Far away *
* far away *
* but with you soon *
* I'll come to stay *
* Far away *
* far away *
* but with you soon *
* I'll come to stay *
I hope you're not playing for money.
- Hey, Peter! - Hey!
- Nice of you to come. Here. - Thanks.
- You're behind. - Mhmm.
Nice.
- Hey, Conny! - Hey!
- Are you allowed to be out this late? - No. Don't tell anybody.
- How are you? - Fine.
- Damn, it's been a while. - Mhmm.
I was at the bar, looking over here.
I could have sworn it was Urban sitting here.
You two looked a lot alike.
- No, we didn't. - Yeah, you did.
No. We didn't look alike.
- Are you kidding? - No!
Conny, are you coming? We're going to play.
I have a picture...here, see for yourself.
- Sure. - You were fucking identical.
- Identical? - Well...maybe not, but I mean...
- in your mannerisms. - Mannerisms?
- Sorry. - Hang on...it died.
Enter 6061.
And then "pictures." Exactly.
Here...yeah...no. Sorry. But great bunch.
Yeah, those are damn fine men.
Urban was passionate about the job. Remember?
He was fucking...he helped those who needed help, and he helped...
- Ante, he helped us, too. - Absolutely.
He was a...he was a fucking rock, your brother.
- Let's...let's toast to him. - Sure, we can do that.
Conny...won't you come and play? We're waiting...
- Stop fucking nagging me. - You can talk later.
Listen...I'm working...I'm working on something.
I have been for a while.
When I'm done, I'll tell you about it.
I think you've been right all along, Peter. About Urban.
Do you hear what I'm saying?
Listen...
Whoops! Here I come, you bastards. Can I get a cue...?
- Overreacting?! No, I'm not... - What the hell? Calm down.
- I'm not! - Fucking asshole...
- Did you have fun? - Yeah.
Thanks for coming, it was...
a lot of fun. You're welcome to come anytime.
Why are you dressed like that?
I have a three-week internship.
Oh...right.
So, it sorted itself out?
What?
Mum found you a place?
No, I found my own place.
Mmhmm.
- Good luck. - Thanks.
So...what are you doing?
- The owners tore everything out. - Oh.
They put in pine flooring. Stained dark. Really nice, actually.
Then white walls, so a nice contrast to the wooden flooring and...
You should go check it out.
Just a second.
There's not cream in it...
Hey, Ludvig.
Uh...Jorma. Virtanen.
Right...sure...when was it?
We met at the raid in Upplands-Bro. The lady in the bakery.
Oh, right. Right...
The bakery. Right. Exactly. Right...
Yep...
Are you still with Violent Crimes in Stockholm?
Uh, no, not anymore. Now...well...
Oh, I see.
Um...yeah...
Uh, hi, there.
Say hello to the man.
Give my best to your colleagues.
Yeah, I will. Take care. See you. Bye.
Fixing the place up a bit.
Misdemeanor assault?
What...what do they expect us to...?
Accidental shootings?
Steroids?
DUIs? What are we, the "special ed" of the police station?
Hi, Eddie.
- Hi. Hey, Peter. Everything well? - No.
- Want to grab a bite, Peter? - What?
- Want to grab a bite? - No!
Okay, then...
Well, I'm going.
- Bye. - Yeah. Bye. Bye.
Utterly...
Fifth floor.
Ulla, sorry, this is just a heap of semi-retirees and alcoholics and...
Hi, Dad.
- What are you doing here? - I work here.
Work here?
Oh, dear. He forgot you're doing your internship here.
Yep.
- You ran it by him, right? - Sure did.
- Well, then. - But he doesn't always listen.
No, you're right about that.
My team's not going to be a dumping ground for undesirable personnel.
Not more than it already is. And don't give her a gun.
Of course you'll get a gun, sweetheart.
Did Vera say anything to you?
They found Conny Berg shot to death.
I'll be in touch.
Dad!
Are you trying to burn the house down?
Did you know him?
Conny?
Yeah.
I know him. Or rather, knew him.
It's Ulla.
Hello?
Okay.
What did she want?
What?
Did she say anything about me?
Does she want me to come, too?
He was found out at Järvafältet.
He was shot to death just a few hours after we parted.
Has he seen the office?
You know Veronica, right? She's leading the investigation.
What about the office?
This is the spike murder.
The whole preliminary investigation.
Yeah. Why is it here?
There are seven of your murder investigations here.
- Can you explain that? - Peter's not here to explain himself.
What do you make of it, Peter?
This murder was solved a long time ago.
The old investigators accidentally found the perp last fall.
Some teacher from Falun.
And then there's the bedroom.
We haven't found his phone.
He had gambling debts and debt collectors after him.
Veronica will figure out who shot him.
You figure out why he had your murder investigations.
There's no record of him checking them out.
Conny said that night that he was onto something.
That he thought I'd been right all along.
Right about what?
Hi, Ludde!
Hi. I heard about what happened...
- What's he doing here? - A colleague was murdered.
There's nothing strange about it.
Yeah.
Make sure I get those case files as soon as forensics is done with them.
Can I talk to you?
I know your story. I heard you tend to go your own way.
To overstep your authority.
Not this time.
Your focus is those boxes. I want to know what they're doing here.
Hello!
- Yeah. That's probably it. - What?
- I'll take care of it, okay? - Good.
Jorma?
What...? No, no. It's fine.
So...our task is to...
try to find out why Conny had...
murder files that belong to Cold Cases.
We'll split up into pairs.
Wait, pairs? How will that work?
Well...here he is.
Jorma!
So, your office is down here now.
- Yes. - Yes, unfortunately.
But it's only temporary.
I see.
This is where we took the gold in the Police Cup in 2002.
- Wow! - Peter?
- I'll just... - Yeah...
- Do you have everything you need? - We're having a team meeting...
I thought I'd stop by...it's good if we stay in touch.
- Sure. - Veronica is checking...
- Yes, of course. - Good.
- Is it mine? - Of course it is!
Oh, God.
- Why didn't you say anything? - What?
The last time we saw each other at the elevators, what did I say?
- You said you were joking. - You looked like I stabbed you!
Oh, God...
Shit...
Peter, focus on your murder investigations. Nothing else.
Mmhmm.
Do you think we can go back in now?
So...Jorma has decided to...come back to us.
You should know you've been missed. We're really pleased.
All of us.
Caijsa and Jorma, you can start by finding out
why Conny had our investigations.
Peter?
Hi!
Veronica will go crazy if she finds out you were here.
Can you tell me a little about Conny. How did he die?
The shot went straight through his heart. Probably a hunting rifle.
We're examining the bullet.
He has crushing injuries to most of the left side of his body.
Crushing injuries?
Could he have been hit by a car and moved to where he was found?
- The examiner thinks so... - What are you doing here?
I thought I made myself clear. "Don't let Peter Wendel in."
You're not working this. Get out.
- Peter... - Sure.
How did they get in? Huh?
Sorry, Veronica. It was my fault. It was really stupid.
So dumb. I'm really...
- Uh, Barbro? - Yeah?
- Barbro, come on. - Thanks.
Peter, what are we doing? That could be crucial evidence.
Conny didn't have his house keys on him. Or his cell phone.
There was no computer, no hard drive. Nothing left in the apartment.
The killer went to the apartment and took everything after the murder?
Yeah. But he might have missed something.
Whoever killed Conny took his cell phone,
but they didn't know Conny had two SIM cards.
One of them was probably for making a certain kind of call.
Look. There are two different numbers saved directly on the SIM card.
Nice...
One is for an unregistered prepaid card.
Was it the number for "L.L"?
Yeah.
The other one is registered to Jenny Eklund, 38.
"L.L" as in Ludvig Larsson.
Ludde took something from Conny's apartment.
You think the Stockholm police commissioner murdered Conny Berg?
I'm just saying I saw Ludde take something
- when forensics weren't looking. - What?
I don't know. Something that fit in his hand.
MIKA Clinic. This is Stella.
Who's this?
I heard the MIKA Clinic helps girls who sell sex.
That's right.
I need your help.
Of course. We're an outpatient clinic. I'll make you an appointment.
It's not like that. I need money.
Money?
Can we meet?
Uh, sure.
I'll text you.
J.Eklund
No junk mail!
How's your girlfriend?
Fine.
I see...
I'll tag along, ladies. Hey.
This is Ludvig Larsson, Police Commissioner.
- Hi! - Hi!
- Vera. - Ludvig.
Hold the elevator, Ulla. I got a call...
- Are you coming, Ludde? - Yeah...
Hooray! Hooray! Hooray!
Thank you!
Thank you, sweetheart!
There you go.
Oh, my! What could this be?
I found the receipt in Urban's coat. He'd left it for repairs.
- No! Let go of me! - Stella!
Stella?
Everyone's moved on.
He's not coming back!
- Your brother blew his head off... - No, he didn't! He was murdered!
You have to stop, Peter. It's going to destroy you.
Urban killed himself and he's not coming back.
I miss him every single day.
But what does it matter?
Life goes on.
I'm studying to be a real estate agent.
Why apply for a job just to quit?
I'm not. My boss wants to get rid of me so he can hire someone new.
It's just as well. I reported a colleague to Internal Affairs.
I catch bad guys. I have a black belt in karate.
- Really? - No!
And what about the alcohol?
Well, I'm not drunk now.
You must be joking.
You hired both of us?
So, we fuck and I don't testify against you?
Let go of me! Ow!
You know no dogs are allowed in here, right?
Are you allergic?
- No... - Good.
That Peter Wendel. Doesn't he seem a little weird?
Yeah...but he's in good company.
A real estate agent, a thief, me - who's not even a cop, and you.
They say you were in the psych ward. It's not random you lead the team.
If you've experienced psychosis, there's a good chance of relapse.
I'm worried about you.
He hit us.
- Who? - Dad. He hit me and Urban.
Anytime, anywhere, for anything.
Sometimes he used things.
I've always felt incredibly guilty because...
Why?
Because I couldn't stop him.
Stop him?
Stop him from...committing suicide.
Episode 1
...number 9, It's "A Face", in this short race.
The car releases the field.
Things start badly for No.3, "Jackpot Gejl", who starts galloping.
On the inside, "Giant of North" tries to take the lead.
Number 5, "Big In Sight", is charged outside by Ulf Eriksson.
It's a violent race.
No.4, "Electrum", is on the way to taking the lead,
as No.1, "Giant of North", resists...
Peter?
Hello?
Hello?!
Huh?
Where did you go?
Go...? What?
I asked if you need anything else.
Yeah. An office. With some daylight. A window, maybe.
- This is an office. - You think so?
- Yeah. - With tape on the floor?
It smells like shit in here. There are ball marks on the walls.
It's unreasonable for you to have an office big enough for 30 people.
Besides which, you're not exactly the most popular unit right now.
Wait a minute. What do you mean?
Your results are going in the wrong direction.
Klas Levén was innocent!
Yeah. And then we had a bunch of new unsolved murders.
Temo was fired and the Minister of Justice died.
What the hell do you expect? A gold medal?
No, just an office. So we can work.
Please. It'll be renovated this summer.
I'll make sure you get some plants.
- That would be nice. - It would, wouldn't it?
Peter? Are you coming tonight?
Uh, no.
- Nice office. - Thanks.
What's happening tonight?
My brother's old unit is getting together.
Caijsa?
Hello.
Isn't she on sick leave?
She is.
What about her sciatica?
What do you want me to do?
She's obsessed with solving the murder of that girl in Drevviken.
- And that's a good thing, isn't it? - Have you found Jorma's replacement?
It's been over six months, you know.
I'll send you some suggestions for candidates.
Come on...oh!
Barbro, do you mind?
One more...
Come on...jeez...
This is completely...
The Truth Will Out
Inspired by actual events
Urban Wendel
Hi, Peter.
Oh, hi, Stella!
Hi, sweetheart.
It's me and Peter.
We don't really know what to say to each other.
Wish you were here with us.
You'd make a joke to break the ice.
Do you think about him a lot?
Yeah. Sometimes.
About him or about the suicide?
They're two different things, you know.
Well, I...I think about him.
Mostly as a child, actually.
I think of you. All day, every day.
You're too frail, Peter.
- Frail? - For Urban's watch.
It looks like you're wearing a wall clock on your wrist.
* To the woods *
* a little bird flew *
* from the summer sky *
* so high and blue *
* He sang *
* It's already evening *
* it's time to go *
* I'm flying away *
* you dear, dear soul *
* Far away *
* far away *
* but with you soon *
* I'll come to stay *
* Far away *
* far away *
* but with you soon *
* I'll come to stay *
I hope you're not playing for money.
- Hey, Peter! - Hey!
- Nice of you to come. Here. - Thanks.
- You're behind. - Mhmm.
Nice.
- Hey, Conny! - Hey!
- Are you allowed to be out this late? - No. Don't tell anybody.
- How are you? - Fine.
- Damn, it's been a while. - Mhmm.
I was at the bar, looking over here.
I could have sworn it was Urban sitting here.
You two looked a lot alike.
- No, we didn't. - Yeah, you did.
No. We didn't look alike.
- Are you kidding? - No!
Conny, are you coming? We're going to play.
I have a picture...here, see for yourself.
- Sure. - You were fucking identical.
- Identical? - Well...maybe not, but I mean...
- in your mannerisms. - Mannerisms?
- Sorry. - Hang on...it died.
Enter 6061.
And then "pictures." Exactly.
Here...yeah...no. Sorry. But great bunch.
Yeah, those are damn fine men.
Urban was passionate about the job. Remember?
He was fucking...he helped those who needed help, and he helped...
- Ante, he helped us, too. - Absolutely.
He was a...he was a fucking rock, your brother.
- Let's...let's toast to him. - Sure, we can do that.
Conny...won't you come and play? We're waiting...
- Stop fucking nagging me. - You can talk later.
Listen...I'm working...I'm working on something.
I have been for a while.
When I'm done, I'll tell you about it.
I think you've been right all along, Peter. About Urban.
Do you hear what I'm saying?
Listen...
Whoops! Here I come, you bastards. Can I get a cue...?
- Overreacting?! No, I'm not... - What the hell? Calm down.
- I'm not! - Fucking asshole...
- Did you have fun? - Yeah.
Thanks for coming, it was...
a lot of fun. You're welcome to come anytime.
Why are you dressed like that?
I have a three-week internship.
Oh...right.
So, it sorted itself out?
What?
Mum found you a place?
No, I found my own place.
Mmhmm.
- Good luck. - Thanks.
So...what are you doing?
- The owners tore everything out. - Oh.
They put in pine flooring. Stained dark. Really nice, actually.
Then white walls, so a nice contrast to the wooden flooring and...
You should go check it out.
Just a second.
There's not cream in it...
Hey, Ludvig.
Uh...Jorma. Virtanen.
Right...sure...when was it?
We met at the raid in Upplands-Bro. The lady in the bakery.
Oh, right. Right...
The bakery. Right. Exactly. Right...
Yep...
Are you still with Violent Crimes in Stockholm?
Uh, no, not anymore. Now...well...
Oh, I see.
Um...yeah...
Uh, hi, there.
Say hello to the man.
Give my best to your colleagues.
Yeah, I will. Take care. See you. Bye.
Fixing the place up a bit.
Misdemeanor assault?
What...what do they expect us to...?
Accidental shootings?
Steroids?
DUIs? What are we, the "special ed" of the police station?
Hi, Eddie.
- Hi. Hey, Peter. Everything well? - No.
- Want to grab a bite, Peter? - What?
- Want to grab a bite? - No!
Okay, then...
Well, I'm going.
- Bye. - Yeah. Bye. Bye.
Utterly...
Fifth floor.
Ulla, sorry, this is just a heap of semi-retirees and alcoholics and...
Hi, Dad.
- What are you doing here? - I work here.
Work here?
Oh, dear. He forgot you're doing your internship here.
Yep.
- You ran it by him, right? - Sure did.
- Well, then. - But he doesn't always listen.
No, you're right about that.
My team's not going to be a dumping ground for undesirable personnel.
Not more than it already is. And don't give her a gun.
Of course you'll get a gun, sweetheart.
Did Vera say anything to you?
They found Conny Berg shot to death.
I'll be in touch.
Dad!
Are you trying to burn the house down?
Did you know him?
Conny?
Yeah.
I know him. Or rather, knew him.
It's Ulla.
Hello?
Okay.
What did she want?
What?
Did she say anything about me?
Does she want me to come, too?
He was found out at Järvafältet.
He was shot to death just a few hours after we parted.
Has he seen the office?
You know Veronica, right? She's leading the investigation.
What about the office?
This is the spike murder.
The whole preliminary investigation.
Yeah. Why is it here?
There are seven of your murder investigations here.
- Can you explain that? - Peter's not here to explain himself.
What do you make of it, Peter?
This murder was solved a long time ago.
The old investigators accidentally found the perp last fall.
Some teacher from Falun.
And then there's the bedroom.
We haven't found his phone.
He had gambling debts and debt collectors after him.
Veronica will figure out who shot him.
You figure out why he had your murder investigations.
There's no record of him checking them out.
Conny said that night that he was onto something.
That he thought I'd been right all along.
Right about what?
Hi, Ludde!
Hi. I heard about what happened...
- What's he doing here? - A colleague was murdered.
There's nothing strange about it.
Yeah.
Make sure I get those case files as soon as forensics is done with them.
Can I talk to you?
I know your story. I heard you tend to go your own way.
To overstep your authority.
Not this time.
Your focus is those boxes. I want to know what they're doing here.
Hello!
- Yeah. That's probably it. - What?
- I'll take care of it, okay? - Good.
Jorma?
What...? No, no. It's fine.
So...our task is to...
try to find out why Conny had...
murder files that belong to Cold Cases.
We'll split up into pairs.
Wait, pairs? How will that work?
Well...here he is.
Jorma!
So, your office is down here now.
- Yes. - Yes, unfortunately.
But it's only temporary.
I see.
This is where we took the gold in the Police Cup in 2002.
- Wow! - Peter?
- I'll just... - Yeah...
- Do you have everything you need? - We're having a team meeting...
I thought I'd stop by...it's good if we stay in touch.
- Sure. - Veronica is checking...
- Yes, of course. - Good.
- Is it mine? - Of course it is!
Oh, God.
- Why didn't you say anything? - What?
The last time we saw each other at the elevators, what did I say?
- You said you were joking. - You looked like I stabbed you!
Oh, God...
Shit...
Peter, focus on your murder investigations. Nothing else.
Mmhmm.
Do you think we can go back in now?
So...Jorma has decided to...come back to us.
You should know you've been missed. We're really pleased.
All of us.
Caijsa and Jorma, you can start by finding out
why Conny had our investigations.
Peter?
Hi!
Veronica will go crazy if she finds out you were here.
Can you tell me a little about Conny. How did he die?
The shot went straight through his heart. Probably a hunting rifle.
We're examining the bullet.
He has crushing injuries to most of the left side of his body.
Crushing injuries?
Could he have been hit by a car and moved to where he was found?
- The examiner thinks so... - What are you doing here?
I thought I made myself clear. "Don't let Peter Wendel in."
You're not working this. Get out.
- Peter... - Sure.
How did they get in? Huh?
Sorry, Veronica. It was my fault. It was really stupid.
So dumb. I'm really...
- Uh, Barbro? - Yeah?
- Barbro, come on. - Thanks.
Peter, what are we doing? That could be crucial evidence.
Conny didn't have his house keys on him. Or his cell phone.
There was no computer, no hard drive. Nothing left in the apartment.
The killer went to the apartment and took everything after the murder?
Yeah. But he might have missed something.
Whoever killed Conny took his cell phone,
but they didn't know Conny had two SIM cards.
One of them was probably for making a certain kind of call.
Look. There are two different numbers saved directly on the SIM card.
Nice...
One is for an unregistered prepaid card.
Was it the number for "L.L"?
Yeah.
The other one is registered to Jenny Eklund, 38.
"L.L" as in Ludvig Larsson.
Ludde took something from Conny's apartment.
You think the Stockholm police commissioner murdered Conny Berg?
I'm just saying I saw Ludde take something
- when forensics weren't looking. - What?
I don't know. Something that fit in his hand.
MIKA Clinic. This is Stella.
Who's this?
I heard the MIKA Clinic helps girls who sell sex.
That's right.
I need your help.
Of course. We're an outpatient clinic. I'll make you an appointment.
It's not like that. I need money.
Money?
Can we meet?
Uh, sure.
I'll text you.
J.Eklund
No junk mail!
How's your girlfriend?
Fine.
I see...
I'll tag along, ladies. Hey.
This is Ludvig Larsson, Police Commissioner.
- Hi! - Hi!
- Vera. - Ludvig.
Hold the elevator, Ulla. I got a call...
- Are you coming, Ludde? - Yeah...