First Responders (2020): Season 1, Episode 2 - Midsommar - full transcript
Do you drink coffee?
I'm making tea!
Good morning.
Good morning.
When will the kitchen be done?
I don't know.
Can we remove this plastic,
or is it something we...
No, it stays there.
It looks so scrappy.
-Bread.
-So... How are you, then?
Is Midsommar a good or bad day
to be police?
Well... it's...
Maybe there's more drinking and
domestic violence, but...
-Does anyone else want some?
-No, that doesn't work.
No, it's usually a good day,
actually.
Keep an eye on him, if you don't
mind. He doesn't listen to his mum.
Of course.
-Well fucking thanks for trusting me.
-I trust you. And don't swear.
I'll believe it when I see it.
-I think you can see it all the time.
-When?
Like now, for example.
Stick to beer tonight.
I'll lock you in a room and tip
everything out if I see you drink,
but you know what I mean.
-He understands.
-Don't try it on with me, sweetie,
-because I don't trust you either.
-Are you almost done? Can you...
Have you finished eating?
And are you eating a fucking tomato?
-It's fucking weird.
-You can't be angry that I'm nervous.
-Can't you just leave?
-How long do you work today?
I'm working at Hembygdsg?rden,
and we'll tidy up a bit after
the Midsommar party,
so I'll be finished an hour or so
after that. Five-ish?
-Okay. Take care, now.
-Mm.
-And I love you.
-Mm.
Have fun.
Bye!
-Bye!
-Bye!
Shall we go to a caf? instead?
Yeah, this is a mess,
we can't eat here.
I don't know what I'm going to do.
Should I keep all the cards,
or should I throw them out, or...?
-Is it respectless?
-There's no right or wrong.
It gets better with time.
Suddenly, the tiniest things are
so hard to figure out.
-Midsommar lunch, Bj?rn.
-Yeah.
Midsommar lunch. A lovely tradition.
Just like alcohol poisoning and...
drunken fights and the little frogs
that are so funny to observe.
Hey.
Hey.
You've made it look lovely.
Yeah, it's not bad.
Hey...
-Can I borrow you for a minute?
-Yeah, absolutely.
We can... here...
-Hey, I see you didn't leave ?re.
-No, I didn't.
I... Plus I felt I was needed here.
I'm glad you're staying.
But, hey...
What happened between us...
I don't know. Maybe it feels like...
-we should...
-Oh, god, sorry, I understand.
No, you don't have to worry about it.
-I...
-No.
-Is it...?
-No, yeah, I promise.
-For sure.
-Okay.
We need help here!
Two guys came in, yelled for help,
and just dumped him here.
Hello, can you hear me?
FIRST RESPONDERS
Ready? One, two, three.
He's got a weak pulse.
-What have we got here?
-I don't know, Etylintox?
I don't think so,
probably an opiate.
Yeah, but his pupils are dilated.
Yes, that's strange.
I found no sign of trauma.
But can we give him antidotes if his
symptoms are contradictory?
Yes, start with 0.4 grams
and then we'll evaluate.
-Shouldn't we know what drug it is?
-This is really weird.
He's in a bad way.
I don't recognise this at all.
Shouldn't we talk to police?
-I can go.
-We can't. Get a saliva swab.
-Because of patient confidentiality?
-Yes. Overdose isn't a crime.
But what if there are more out there?
It's your registration.
If you want to go, go.
You can ask police advice, right?
If we don't reveal his identity?
Yes, that might be smart, do that.
We don't expect anything
out of the usual.
Historically, Midsommar isn't that
gruelling for you.
Yeah, we're alone. I get it.
-But, Happy Midsommar.
-You too.
-Yeah?
-?sa? They need you down there.
Okay. Then we'll close the meeting.
Fingers crossed for a calm Midsommar.
What are you here for?
Oh, dear.
Sick in the middle of summer.
It's such a shame.
You'll never guess why I'm here.
I managed to swallow a spoon.
I know... so embarrassing.
It's the hottest summer since '95.
Good luck.
Yep.
I've swallowed a spoon.
Unbelievable.
But you can't identify
what he's taken?
No, we took a saliva swab,
but it's unreliable.
Everything is contradictory,
and the blood results won't be
back until after the weekend.
I understand.
How's he doing?
It's possible he's suffered
brain injury.
But Sofia will drive him
to ?stersund.
-Could it be something like Fentanyl?
-No, they're like opiates.
Then the antidote would have worked,
but it didn't.
At least not to the degree
that it should.
And he doesn't look like a
regular drug user either.
How does a regular
drug user look?
No, I think it's a new
fucking internet drug.
It's unpleasant, anyway, and it felt
right to flag it in some way.
Okay, well...
we can't really do much,
but we have to,
or we'll get more overdoses.
I'll talk to intelligence and see
if they know anything.
-With S?PO?
-No. S?PO are the security service.
I mean KUT.
Criminal intelligence service.
So, yeah...
We'll start there, basically.
Thanks. Like I said,
it just felt right to ask advice.
-What's the status?
-Prio 1.
Okay.
-Kevin? Come here.
-What is it?
Come here!
What's that?
-Funny. You're so funny.
-I know, I know.
-Go build something.
-I will, actually.
How random, huh?
-Kevin?
-Good dog.
-Hey.
-Going well?
Damn, I'm looking forward to tonight.
Have you gotten the coordinates?
-No, have you seen Robin?
-No, what do you mean?
It's just that I haven't
ordered anything yet.
Oh. It's probably fine.
He's always got stuff with him.
-So it's chill.
-Oh, okay.
But can you ring me when you see him?
-Yeah, sure.
-Okay, good. Thanks.
I'll be here, picking up rubbish.
It all happened so fast,
so I don't know what I saw, really.
I think the car had
Norwegian plates.
But you didn't see
what they looked like.
They had hoods and just ran in.
-Did they say anything to anyone?
-No.
-Okay. Well, thanks.
-Mm.
Hey. What can I help you with?
Hey, there.
Well, it's a bit embarrassing.
It's unusual. A bit strange.
Okay. But I've heard quite a lot,
you know.
So it's hard to impress me.
What's happened?
Yeah, well...
I've managed to swallow a spoon.
-Wh... A spoon?
-Yeah.
What? A small spoon? A teaspoon?
Toy spoon, or?
No. A regular tablespoon.
Now it's gotten stuck
and it really hurts.
I can imagine.
Okay, if it's any comfort, you should
know I'm impressed, anyway.
Oh? That's nice to hear.
Well, we'll start with your
personal information, anyway.
Okay, kids, gather in now!
The little frogs, the little frogs
are funny to observe...
Hey.
There you go!
-Hey, how's it going?
-Good. You?
-Good.
-Hey, have you seen Kevin?
Yeah, he was just raking up,
but check over there.
-He's not answering his damn phone.
-And?
A guy his age has overdosed
on something.
I don't know what,
he's at HC, he's really bad,
so I just want to talk to him.
Mm. But, ?sa?
It's Kevin we're talking about.
But if you see him,
tell him I'm looking for him,
and to answer his fucking phone.
?sa?
-Why don't you answer when I call?
-Because I'm working?
Hey, there's been an accident
with a guy your age.
Oh, damn. Do I know him?
No, he's not from here, but...
He's apparently tried a new drug,
or a version of a new drug,
I don't know, but...
-I just wanted to...
-Tell me to be careful.
Yeah, I know.
-Hey, he's in a fucking bad way.
-Oh?
Oh?
If you're going to try some shit,
don't fucking do it here, today.
Why would I do it at all?
This is what I mean. It's crap.
I know how it is.
Peer pressure and shit isn't easy.
I was 16 too.
Except your dad didn't die and turn
your mum into a control freak.
Other than that detail, yeah.
Hey?
I just wanted to say if you
ever try anything,
today's not a good day, okay?
Yeah.
If you hear or see anything,
call me straight away.
Sure.
No, you won't.
What the hell? I said I would,
you have to trust me.
Now I have to go work
and do something.
Hey, I love you.
I love you too. Have a good day.
-Is there a problem?
-His pulse is rising a bit.
I'm driving as fast as I can...
Stop the car, I need help,
he's convulsing!
Okay.
So, Emil. It's okay. It'll be okay.
It's okay.
Hold his head, make sure he gets
oxygen, I'll give him anticonvulsant.
-Cardiac arrest!
-Do not touch the patient,
analysis in progress.
No shock recommended.
-I'm on CPR!
-Begin CPR.
Come on, Emil.
In four or five minutes,
approximately.
So in five minutes.
It'll be good.
Excuse me.
I've waited a long time, now.
Yeah, I'm really sorry,
it's really busy.
It's no problem, but do I have to
sit on the exact same chair?
What? God, no. You can walk around.
We'll tell you when it's time.
-Okay, great. Thanks.
-Great.
Will he be sent straight in, now?
Yeah, I thought it would...
I have to watch him, here.
Have you ever swallowed a spoon?
...hottest summer since '95.
So he goes and sits there instead.
-I don't know what to do!
-Please, take it easy.
-...Naloxon when it's not working?
-Listen to me, Sofia...
There must be something!
He's 17 years old!
Here comes Kerstin.
-What does it say?
-I don't know what to do!
-How long have you been trying?
-Twenty minutes.
Close to half an hour without
electrical activity in the heart.
-Come on, Emil!
-25, 26, 27, 28, 29, 30.
-I'll do the next one.
-Okay, then.
He's poisoned, or brain damaged from
poison or long term lack of oxygen.
Already very badly affected
when he came in.
-Sofia, he's too far gone.
-There must be something we can do.
-He's only 17!
-You should stop now.
-Come on!
-Sofia?
Nothing.
-Sofia?
-Come on! Come on!
-Sofia?
-Come on, Emil!
Come on! Come on!
Sofia.
It's not helping.
It's over.
The body is on its way
to ?stersund now.
He died in the ambulance outside ?re,
after convulsions and cardiac arrest.
-Okay.
-Just so you know.
Yeah, thanks for calling, Bj?rn.
Damn it.
-Are you on your way here?
-Yeah, I'm coming.
Oh, fuck, wait.
Damn it.
-Aren't you going to answer?
-I can't deal with it.
Get the coordinates?
No. I think they send them
as late as possible.
Okay. Well...
Are you going to take
anything tonight?
No, of course not.
What if there's something bad out
there? You don't want that.
-Police mother got you scared again?
-No.
There must be something we can take.
"E". That's never killed anyone.
Yeah, it has. Why not be safe?
It's got nothing to do with
my mum being police.
-"Be safe"?
-Yeah.
But... it's Midsommar. Come on.
-Are you gonna stay home, then?
-No, of course not, no. But I'll...
stick to weed.
Nothing else.
-Poppers as well, surely.
-Maybe, we'll see.
-Is the doctor free?
-Soon. We'll x-ray you first.
-Oh, lovely.
-Isn't it?
Are you okay?
And there's no chance the CIS
will help us?
I'm really sorry, ?sa, I know how it
feels but we can't do anything.
-An overdose isn't a crime.
-I know, but...
It was no regular overdose.
There's some new shit in town and,
considering it's Midsommar,
-more will try it and more will die.
-Yeah, it's awful.
But, hey?
How do you know it was an overdose?
It's just a theory from the doctors.
Yeah... Until we've got
the autopsy from forensics...
we can't know it was an overdose.
And the CIS has to help with
a murder investigation, right?
Yes. We'll go with that.
I'll talk to them again.
And you go in and talk to
whoever you think is relevant.
This shit isn't even illegal yet,
I just want to make sure no more kids
get hurt or... or die.
There will be a party,
but I don't know where.
They don't tell us.
Like a rave?
Open air dance party.
But how do you get there if they
don't tell you where it is?
They snap the coordinates like an
hour before, but I'm not on the list.
Oh. How do I find someone who is?
You can't.
Get a snap account? Maybe?
Befriend someone who knows something
and like what they post.
I'm just curious...
Do you know of any...
Not rave, but... open air thing or...
in some barn or
some outdoor party or...
Like... most things are outdoors...
this time of year...
Yeah. That's true.
But do you know of an outdoor party?
There are lots of parties now,
at Midsommar.
Yeah. But no illegal parties?
-No.
-No.
-No unusual cars, lately?
-What do you mean?
Have you seen anyone selling
anything where they sell stuff?
Someone with... Some car with
Norwegian plates, maybe?
No.
Not that I can remember.
Sorry that I can't help.
-You don't know anything?
-Not about this, sorry.
How did you get that bruise?
I don't know.
You haven't been in a fight?
No, mountain bike.
-So, you remember?
-I just assume.
You're not being very helpful, Robin.
I know nothing,
I just want to leave.
Okay.
Hey, sorry you had to wait so long.
-No problem.
-Shall we look at your x-ray images?
There.
Wow.
You can see it's sitting at the
bottom of your stomach,
and sticking up a few centimetres
into your oesophagus.
So I'm going to have a look
in your throat.
You're extremely lucky it didn't
pierce the back of your throat.
I was worried the spoon might have
caused cuts to your throat.
But I couldn't find
any damage at all, actually.
So... but you're not having
trouble breathing?
-No.
-No.
I'll go talk to a colleague.
It won't be long.
-I'll just wait here.
-Great.
-If it's okay with you. Good.
-Yeah.
-Get it out the way it went in.
-But I just...
I need to eat lunch!
I shouldn't even be here today!
-Hey.
-Hey.
Hey. Have you heard?
-No, what do you mean?
-A guy OD'ed and died.
Wait, seriously?
-Damn.
-Yeah.
-I even had to talk to your mum.
-Did you know him?
No, they were just guessing.
But they wanted to talk about
bad drugs and parties.
-Are you going to cancel, then?
-No, no. I've spent so much on it.
What if there's bad shit there?
They say it's bad stuff, that it's
dangerous, they've got no idea.
Either they didn't drink water or...
-I don't know, they took too much.
-What's your problem?
-What a fucking cold thing to say.
-Sorry, but what should I do, then?
It's really sad, but I don't think
it should affect us.
So... I assume you don't
want anything tonight?
I might just have some weed.
Okay.
Here.
-You?
-Poppers.
Here.
And "E".
Here.
?sa, I've talked to the CIS again
and they put me in contact with
the Norwegian S.O. group,
who might have some information.
Are you ?sa?
-Yeah.
-Hey, Geir.
I heard you need some help?
To be clear, what we're going
to talk about is part of an
ongoing undercover investigation
he's in the middle of,
so it's important you cover what we
discuss with your own leads,
because we never spoke.
Absolutely.
I'm very grateful for this.
This is your guy, Caspar Hauge.
a small dealer
who might be on his way up.
Two weeks ago, he got a batch
of very strong Spice.
We've had four deaths in the last
two months from that batch.
We suspect he's come to Sweden
to sell the remainder.
To avoid totally ruining
his reputation.
Do you know what car he drives?
He left Trondheim in a modified Audi.
-Do you know where he's going?
-No.
In Norway,
he was at open air parties, so...
He has contacts.
-Thank you.
-Good luck.
-Does it hurt?
-Yeah.
-Do you want me to take it out?
-Yeah.
I'm taking it out now.
We'll give you some more
pain medication.
Open up.
We'll give it 15 minutes to kick in,
then we'll be back. Okay?
-Hey. How's it going?
-I'm having a really shit day.
I have a patient now who's swallowed
a spoon I can't get a grip on.
-A psych patient?
-No. He was playing.
You know, he had a potato on a spoon
and then ran and tripped.
I've seen them before. It's always
psychiatric and always deliberate.
Do you think so?
He seems so authentic.
They like the attention.
I thought it was weird he had so
few... no throat abrasions at all.
What was his general condition?
Fine. Mostly gag reflexes, but no
problem with breathing or anything.
Mm. Not his first time.
Okay.
I should probably...
I have to go back.
-Tell me if I can help.
-Thanks.
See you later.
That's better.
What a silly accident.
-I feel so stupid, wasting your time.
-Yes, I want discuss that with you.
It wasn't even that strange, really,
it was just stupid.
Yes, but...
I looked you up in the system,
and saw that you've swallowed
six spoons in two years.
Wow. Oh, well...
That can be explained by...
Once your throat has stretched once,
it happens more easily.
It was an accident... It happens...
It's very easy to do...
Yes, I think I'd like to recommend
you see a psychiatrist.
I want to know if you're
seeing someone, or if...
I should refer you to someone.
I have one. But she's on holiday.
Okay.
But... how about we say
we don't take anything tonight?
What?
It feels so fucking risky
since that guy OD'ed,
so it might be, I don't know,
good to take it easy.
Everything is risky.
We might as well stay home,
then, if you'd prefer.
No, of course it'll be fun,
I just mean why not take it easy?
Hey?
Relax. Okay?
It sounds like you've tried
everything you can, ?sa.
But even if you'd found the party,
we...
We wouldn't have gotten the resources
for an operation.
No. But it's still
so fucking frustrating.
We know exactly who he is, what he's
doing, just not exactly where.
-What are you going to do, then?
-I'll have to...
Drive around and ask people.
I don't know.
Midsommar. Hmm.
Yeah. Good bye.
Bye...
The bar's over there.
Hey.
I'll have five.
-Here's five.
-Yeah, thanks.
You're welcome.
Having a tough day?
We know there's a big party
somewhere,
with the same drugs Emil took,
but we can't find the party.
-God, how frustrating.
-Mm.
Can we help?
No.
No, I don't think so.
How about you?
It's going well.
Hey.
-Hey.
-Hey.
Markus, are you leaving?
Can I get a lift with you?
Yeah, why? Where's your car?
Tove drove into a pit and wrecked
the bonnet so she took mine.
Now she can't be bothered carting the
kids and her belly here to get me.
You'll have to wait,
I'm not done yet.
It's fine, I'll call a taxi instead.
Kerstin?
You were right.
I looked him up in the system,
he'd swallowed six spoons
in the last two years.
I thought so. Self-harming behaviour.
He needs attention,
affirmation, to be seen.
When he's alone, he'll do it again.
Tragic.
- Hi, ?re Taxi.
-Hello, this is ?sa Lindstr?m.
-I'm calling from ?re Police.
-Hey.
Have you had any unusual bookings
to a place with only coordinates?
-Yes, we have, actually.
-You have?
-Yes.
-Could you send me those coordinates,
-on this number?
-Yes, I'll send them right now.
Good.
I think I know where the party is,
but I don't have any resources.
I wonder if you'd be able to...
provide some help?
Hey, listen.
-Damn, there's his blue Audi, right?
-Yeah, looks like it.
-You inform the others, I'll go in.
-What? Go in alone?
You heard what I said.
Well done, Johan.
There?
Caspar Hauge!
Down!
Hey! Take it easy.
I said, take it easy.
?sa, are you okay?
-No!
-Sorry, but we have to break this up.
It's an emergency.
I'm not here to arrest you.
A young man died earlier today,
after having tried Spice.
Okay? So if you've had it too, or
if you're having trouble breathing,
or raised pulse,
go straight to our
healthcare workers outside,
and they'll look after you.
The drug itself is not illegal,
the point is your safety.
As far as the rest of you go,
you've got an opportunity.
Drop any drugs on the ground.
If we find anything on you,
we'll react according to the law,
but, as I said earlier,
this is about your safety.
Thank you very much.
-Fucking snitch.
-I didn't say anything.
Did you call her?
What the hell do you think?
Of course I didn't call her.
I don't know what to believe. She
came in here and ruined everything.
And that means it must have been me?
It could have been someone else?
Okay, I get it.
-What?
-If you don't trust me,
you can go to hell.
If you talk to me like that,
I will.
Good.
Good?
Kevin?
What? I'm just happy to see you.
Don't lie.
You're angry I'm here and you
think I'm gonna be a fucking druggie
-just because Dad was.
-No, I don't.
Yeah, you do.
-You know what? You can go to hell.
-Don't talk to me like that.
You've ruined everything.
-Whoa, take it easy now, GT.
-Shh.
So I'll carry you home like usual?
Maybe.
If that guy over there doesn't.
-Him?
-Yeah, with the checked shirt.
-Do you have any more nuts?
-Yeah, in the bar.
But you can go around.
Damn. Okay. You'll see.
-Alright.
-Good luck.
Watch my bag.
-Yep.
-Yeah.
-This is going to be chaos.
-No, it'll be fine. She'll be fine.
But, hey, it's nice to see you.
You too.
Are you awake?
I'm sorry.
I know it's hard,
but it'll get better. I promise.
He was just so... stupid.
-High, all the time.
-I'm so damn sorry you had to see it.
He was such an egotist all the time,
and sick and weird and...
He loved you.
My dad.
I'm going to bed.
Sleep well.
-Hey.
-Hi.
I thought I'd measure
the door of the dishwasher.
I think I have the wrong
measurements.
Just what I thought.
Wrong measurements.
Hmm.
Want to sit here for a minute?
Sure.
Thanks.
I'm making tea!
Good morning.
Good morning.
When will the kitchen be done?
I don't know.
Can we remove this plastic,
or is it something we...
No, it stays there.
It looks so scrappy.
-Bread.
-So... How are you, then?
Is Midsommar a good or bad day
to be police?
Well... it's...
Maybe there's more drinking and
domestic violence, but...
-Does anyone else want some?
-No, that doesn't work.
No, it's usually a good day,
actually.
Keep an eye on him, if you don't
mind. He doesn't listen to his mum.
Of course.
-Well fucking thanks for trusting me.
-I trust you. And don't swear.
I'll believe it when I see it.
-I think you can see it all the time.
-When?
Like now, for example.
Stick to beer tonight.
I'll lock you in a room and tip
everything out if I see you drink,
but you know what I mean.
-He understands.
-Don't try it on with me, sweetie,
-because I don't trust you either.
-Are you almost done? Can you...
Have you finished eating?
And are you eating a fucking tomato?
-It's fucking weird.
-You can't be angry that I'm nervous.
-Can't you just leave?
-How long do you work today?
I'm working at Hembygdsg?rden,
and we'll tidy up a bit after
the Midsommar party,
so I'll be finished an hour or so
after that. Five-ish?
-Okay. Take care, now.
-Mm.
-And I love you.
-Mm.
Have fun.
Bye!
-Bye!
-Bye!
Shall we go to a caf? instead?
Yeah, this is a mess,
we can't eat here.
I don't know what I'm going to do.
Should I keep all the cards,
or should I throw them out, or...?
-Is it respectless?
-There's no right or wrong.
It gets better with time.
Suddenly, the tiniest things are
so hard to figure out.
-Midsommar lunch, Bj?rn.
-Yeah.
Midsommar lunch. A lovely tradition.
Just like alcohol poisoning and...
drunken fights and the little frogs
that are so funny to observe.
Hey.
Hey.
You've made it look lovely.
Yeah, it's not bad.
Hey...
-Can I borrow you for a minute?
-Yeah, absolutely.
We can... here...
-Hey, I see you didn't leave ?re.
-No, I didn't.
I... Plus I felt I was needed here.
I'm glad you're staying.
But, hey...
What happened between us...
I don't know. Maybe it feels like...
-we should...
-Oh, god, sorry, I understand.
No, you don't have to worry about it.
-I...
-No.
-Is it...?
-No, yeah, I promise.
-For sure.
-Okay.
We need help here!
Two guys came in, yelled for help,
and just dumped him here.
Hello, can you hear me?
FIRST RESPONDERS
Ready? One, two, three.
He's got a weak pulse.
-What have we got here?
-I don't know, Etylintox?
I don't think so,
probably an opiate.
Yeah, but his pupils are dilated.
Yes, that's strange.
I found no sign of trauma.
But can we give him antidotes if his
symptoms are contradictory?
Yes, start with 0.4 grams
and then we'll evaluate.
-Shouldn't we know what drug it is?
-This is really weird.
He's in a bad way.
I don't recognise this at all.
Shouldn't we talk to police?
-I can go.
-We can't. Get a saliva swab.
-Because of patient confidentiality?
-Yes. Overdose isn't a crime.
But what if there are more out there?
It's your registration.
If you want to go, go.
You can ask police advice, right?
If we don't reveal his identity?
Yes, that might be smart, do that.
We don't expect anything
out of the usual.
Historically, Midsommar isn't that
gruelling for you.
Yeah, we're alone. I get it.
-But, Happy Midsommar.
-You too.
-Yeah?
-?sa? They need you down there.
Okay. Then we'll close the meeting.
Fingers crossed for a calm Midsommar.
What are you here for?
Oh, dear.
Sick in the middle of summer.
It's such a shame.
You'll never guess why I'm here.
I managed to swallow a spoon.
I know... so embarrassing.
It's the hottest summer since '95.
Good luck.
Yep.
I've swallowed a spoon.
Unbelievable.
But you can't identify
what he's taken?
No, we took a saliva swab,
but it's unreliable.
Everything is contradictory,
and the blood results won't be
back until after the weekend.
I understand.
How's he doing?
It's possible he's suffered
brain injury.
But Sofia will drive him
to ?stersund.
-Could it be something like Fentanyl?
-No, they're like opiates.
Then the antidote would have worked,
but it didn't.
At least not to the degree
that it should.
And he doesn't look like a
regular drug user either.
How does a regular
drug user look?
No, I think it's a new
fucking internet drug.
It's unpleasant, anyway, and it felt
right to flag it in some way.
Okay, well...
we can't really do much,
but we have to,
or we'll get more overdoses.
I'll talk to intelligence and see
if they know anything.
-With S?PO?
-No. S?PO are the security service.
I mean KUT.
Criminal intelligence service.
So, yeah...
We'll start there, basically.
Thanks. Like I said,
it just felt right to ask advice.
-What's the status?
-Prio 1.
Okay.
-Kevin? Come here.
-What is it?
Come here!
What's that?
-Funny. You're so funny.
-I know, I know.
-Go build something.
-I will, actually.
How random, huh?
-Kevin?
-Good dog.
-Hey.
-Going well?
Damn, I'm looking forward to tonight.
Have you gotten the coordinates?
-No, have you seen Robin?
-No, what do you mean?
It's just that I haven't
ordered anything yet.
Oh. It's probably fine.
He's always got stuff with him.
-So it's chill.
-Oh, okay.
But can you ring me when you see him?
-Yeah, sure.
-Okay, good. Thanks.
I'll be here, picking up rubbish.
It all happened so fast,
so I don't know what I saw, really.
I think the car had
Norwegian plates.
But you didn't see
what they looked like.
They had hoods and just ran in.
-Did they say anything to anyone?
-No.
-Okay. Well, thanks.
-Mm.
Hey. What can I help you with?
Hey, there.
Well, it's a bit embarrassing.
It's unusual. A bit strange.
Okay. But I've heard quite a lot,
you know.
So it's hard to impress me.
What's happened?
Yeah, well...
I've managed to swallow a spoon.
-Wh... A spoon?
-Yeah.
What? A small spoon? A teaspoon?
Toy spoon, or?
No. A regular tablespoon.
Now it's gotten stuck
and it really hurts.
I can imagine.
Okay, if it's any comfort, you should
know I'm impressed, anyway.
Oh? That's nice to hear.
Well, we'll start with your
personal information, anyway.
Okay, kids, gather in now!
The little frogs, the little frogs
are funny to observe...
Hey.
There you go!
-Hey, how's it going?
-Good. You?
-Good.
-Hey, have you seen Kevin?
Yeah, he was just raking up,
but check over there.
-He's not answering his damn phone.
-And?
A guy his age has overdosed
on something.
I don't know what,
he's at HC, he's really bad,
so I just want to talk to him.
Mm. But, ?sa?
It's Kevin we're talking about.
But if you see him,
tell him I'm looking for him,
and to answer his fucking phone.
?sa?
-Why don't you answer when I call?
-Because I'm working?
Hey, there's been an accident
with a guy your age.
Oh, damn. Do I know him?
No, he's not from here, but...
He's apparently tried a new drug,
or a version of a new drug,
I don't know, but...
-I just wanted to...
-Tell me to be careful.
Yeah, I know.
-Hey, he's in a fucking bad way.
-Oh?
Oh?
If you're going to try some shit,
don't fucking do it here, today.
Why would I do it at all?
This is what I mean. It's crap.
I know how it is.
Peer pressure and shit isn't easy.
I was 16 too.
Except your dad didn't die and turn
your mum into a control freak.
Other than that detail, yeah.
Hey?
I just wanted to say if you
ever try anything,
today's not a good day, okay?
Yeah.
If you hear or see anything,
call me straight away.
Sure.
No, you won't.
What the hell? I said I would,
you have to trust me.
Now I have to go work
and do something.
Hey, I love you.
I love you too. Have a good day.
-Is there a problem?
-His pulse is rising a bit.
I'm driving as fast as I can...
Stop the car, I need help,
he's convulsing!
Okay.
So, Emil. It's okay. It'll be okay.
It's okay.
Hold his head, make sure he gets
oxygen, I'll give him anticonvulsant.
-Cardiac arrest!
-Do not touch the patient,
analysis in progress.
No shock recommended.
-I'm on CPR!
-Begin CPR.
Come on, Emil.
In four or five minutes,
approximately.
So in five minutes.
It'll be good.
Excuse me.
I've waited a long time, now.
Yeah, I'm really sorry,
it's really busy.
It's no problem, but do I have to
sit on the exact same chair?
What? God, no. You can walk around.
We'll tell you when it's time.
-Okay, great. Thanks.
-Great.
Will he be sent straight in, now?
Yeah, I thought it would...
I have to watch him, here.
Have you ever swallowed a spoon?
...hottest summer since '95.
So he goes and sits there instead.
-I don't know what to do!
-Please, take it easy.
-...Naloxon when it's not working?
-Listen to me, Sofia...
There must be something!
He's 17 years old!
Here comes Kerstin.
-What does it say?
-I don't know what to do!
-How long have you been trying?
-Twenty minutes.
Close to half an hour without
electrical activity in the heart.
-Come on, Emil!
-25, 26, 27, 28, 29, 30.
-I'll do the next one.
-Okay, then.
He's poisoned, or brain damaged from
poison or long term lack of oxygen.
Already very badly affected
when he came in.
-Sofia, he's too far gone.
-There must be something we can do.
-He's only 17!
-You should stop now.
-Come on!
-Sofia?
Nothing.
-Sofia?
-Come on! Come on!
-Sofia?
-Come on, Emil!
Come on! Come on!
Sofia.
It's not helping.
It's over.
The body is on its way
to ?stersund now.
He died in the ambulance outside ?re,
after convulsions and cardiac arrest.
-Okay.
-Just so you know.
Yeah, thanks for calling, Bj?rn.
Damn it.
-Are you on your way here?
-Yeah, I'm coming.
Oh, fuck, wait.
Damn it.
-Aren't you going to answer?
-I can't deal with it.
Get the coordinates?
No. I think they send them
as late as possible.
Okay. Well...
Are you going to take
anything tonight?
No, of course not.
What if there's something bad out
there? You don't want that.
-Police mother got you scared again?
-No.
There must be something we can take.
"E". That's never killed anyone.
Yeah, it has. Why not be safe?
It's got nothing to do with
my mum being police.
-"Be safe"?
-Yeah.
But... it's Midsommar. Come on.
-Are you gonna stay home, then?
-No, of course not, no. But I'll...
stick to weed.
Nothing else.
-Poppers as well, surely.
-Maybe, we'll see.
-Is the doctor free?
-Soon. We'll x-ray you first.
-Oh, lovely.
-Isn't it?
Are you okay?
And there's no chance the CIS
will help us?
I'm really sorry, ?sa, I know how it
feels but we can't do anything.
-An overdose isn't a crime.
-I know, but...
It was no regular overdose.
There's some new shit in town and,
considering it's Midsommar,
-more will try it and more will die.
-Yeah, it's awful.
But, hey?
How do you know it was an overdose?
It's just a theory from the doctors.
Yeah... Until we've got
the autopsy from forensics...
we can't know it was an overdose.
And the CIS has to help with
a murder investigation, right?
Yes. We'll go with that.
I'll talk to them again.
And you go in and talk to
whoever you think is relevant.
This shit isn't even illegal yet,
I just want to make sure no more kids
get hurt or... or die.
There will be a party,
but I don't know where.
They don't tell us.
Like a rave?
Open air dance party.
But how do you get there if they
don't tell you where it is?
They snap the coordinates like an
hour before, but I'm not on the list.
Oh. How do I find someone who is?
You can't.
Get a snap account? Maybe?
Befriend someone who knows something
and like what they post.
I'm just curious...
Do you know of any...
Not rave, but... open air thing or...
in some barn or
some outdoor party or...
Like... most things are outdoors...
this time of year...
Yeah. That's true.
But do you know of an outdoor party?
There are lots of parties now,
at Midsommar.
Yeah. But no illegal parties?
-No.
-No.
-No unusual cars, lately?
-What do you mean?
Have you seen anyone selling
anything where they sell stuff?
Someone with... Some car with
Norwegian plates, maybe?
No.
Not that I can remember.
Sorry that I can't help.
-You don't know anything?
-Not about this, sorry.
How did you get that bruise?
I don't know.
You haven't been in a fight?
No, mountain bike.
-So, you remember?
-I just assume.
You're not being very helpful, Robin.
I know nothing,
I just want to leave.
Okay.
Hey, sorry you had to wait so long.
-No problem.
-Shall we look at your x-ray images?
There.
Wow.
You can see it's sitting at the
bottom of your stomach,
and sticking up a few centimetres
into your oesophagus.
So I'm going to have a look
in your throat.
You're extremely lucky it didn't
pierce the back of your throat.
I was worried the spoon might have
caused cuts to your throat.
But I couldn't find
any damage at all, actually.
So... but you're not having
trouble breathing?
-No.
-No.
I'll go talk to a colleague.
It won't be long.
-I'll just wait here.
-Great.
-If it's okay with you. Good.
-Yeah.
-Get it out the way it went in.
-But I just...
I need to eat lunch!
I shouldn't even be here today!
-Hey.
-Hey.
Hey. Have you heard?
-No, what do you mean?
-A guy OD'ed and died.
Wait, seriously?
-Damn.
-Yeah.
-I even had to talk to your mum.
-Did you know him?
No, they were just guessing.
But they wanted to talk about
bad drugs and parties.
-Are you going to cancel, then?
-No, no. I've spent so much on it.
What if there's bad shit there?
They say it's bad stuff, that it's
dangerous, they've got no idea.
Either they didn't drink water or...
-I don't know, they took too much.
-What's your problem?
-What a fucking cold thing to say.
-Sorry, but what should I do, then?
It's really sad, but I don't think
it should affect us.
So... I assume you don't
want anything tonight?
I might just have some weed.
Okay.
Here.
-You?
-Poppers.
Here.
And "E".
Here.
?sa, I've talked to the CIS again
and they put me in contact with
the Norwegian S.O. group,
who might have some information.
Are you ?sa?
-Yeah.
-Hey, Geir.
I heard you need some help?
To be clear, what we're going
to talk about is part of an
ongoing undercover investigation
he's in the middle of,
so it's important you cover what we
discuss with your own leads,
because we never spoke.
Absolutely.
I'm very grateful for this.
This is your guy, Caspar Hauge.
a small dealer
who might be on his way up.
Two weeks ago, he got a batch
of very strong Spice.
We've had four deaths in the last
two months from that batch.
We suspect he's come to Sweden
to sell the remainder.
To avoid totally ruining
his reputation.
Do you know what car he drives?
He left Trondheim in a modified Audi.
-Do you know where he's going?
-No.
In Norway,
he was at open air parties, so...
He has contacts.
-Thank you.
-Good luck.
-Does it hurt?
-Yeah.
-Do you want me to take it out?
-Yeah.
I'm taking it out now.
We'll give you some more
pain medication.
Open up.
We'll give it 15 minutes to kick in,
then we'll be back. Okay?
-Hey. How's it going?
-I'm having a really shit day.
I have a patient now who's swallowed
a spoon I can't get a grip on.
-A psych patient?
-No. He was playing.
You know, he had a potato on a spoon
and then ran and tripped.
I've seen them before. It's always
psychiatric and always deliberate.
Do you think so?
He seems so authentic.
They like the attention.
I thought it was weird he had so
few... no throat abrasions at all.
What was his general condition?
Fine. Mostly gag reflexes, but no
problem with breathing or anything.
Mm. Not his first time.
Okay.
I should probably...
I have to go back.
-Tell me if I can help.
-Thanks.
See you later.
That's better.
What a silly accident.
-I feel so stupid, wasting your time.
-Yes, I want discuss that with you.
It wasn't even that strange, really,
it was just stupid.
Yes, but...
I looked you up in the system,
and saw that you've swallowed
six spoons in two years.
Wow. Oh, well...
That can be explained by...
Once your throat has stretched once,
it happens more easily.
It was an accident... It happens...
It's very easy to do...
Yes, I think I'd like to recommend
you see a psychiatrist.
I want to know if you're
seeing someone, or if...
I should refer you to someone.
I have one. But she's on holiday.
Okay.
But... how about we say
we don't take anything tonight?
What?
It feels so fucking risky
since that guy OD'ed,
so it might be, I don't know,
good to take it easy.
Everything is risky.
We might as well stay home,
then, if you'd prefer.
No, of course it'll be fun,
I just mean why not take it easy?
Hey?
Relax. Okay?
It sounds like you've tried
everything you can, ?sa.
But even if you'd found the party,
we...
We wouldn't have gotten the resources
for an operation.
No. But it's still
so fucking frustrating.
We know exactly who he is, what he's
doing, just not exactly where.
-What are you going to do, then?
-I'll have to...
Drive around and ask people.
I don't know.
Midsommar. Hmm.
Yeah. Good bye.
Bye...
The bar's over there.
Hey.
I'll have five.
-Here's five.
-Yeah, thanks.
You're welcome.
Having a tough day?
We know there's a big party
somewhere,
with the same drugs Emil took,
but we can't find the party.
-God, how frustrating.
-Mm.
Can we help?
No.
No, I don't think so.
How about you?
It's going well.
Hey.
-Hey.
-Hey.
Markus, are you leaving?
Can I get a lift with you?
Yeah, why? Where's your car?
Tove drove into a pit and wrecked
the bonnet so she took mine.
Now she can't be bothered carting the
kids and her belly here to get me.
You'll have to wait,
I'm not done yet.
It's fine, I'll call a taxi instead.
Kerstin?
You were right.
I looked him up in the system,
he'd swallowed six spoons
in the last two years.
I thought so. Self-harming behaviour.
He needs attention,
affirmation, to be seen.
When he's alone, he'll do it again.
Tragic.
- Hi, ?re Taxi.
-Hello, this is ?sa Lindstr?m.
-I'm calling from ?re Police.
-Hey.
Have you had any unusual bookings
to a place with only coordinates?
-Yes, we have, actually.
-You have?
-Yes.
-Could you send me those coordinates,
-on this number?
-Yes, I'll send them right now.
Good.
I think I know where the party is,
but I don't have any resources.
I wonder if you'd be able to...
provide some help?
Hey, listen.
-Damn, there's his blue Audi, right?
-Yeah, looks like it.
-You inform the others, I'll go in.
-What? Go in alone?
You heard what I said.
Well done, Johan.
There?
Caspar Hauge!
Down!
Hey! Take it easy.
I said, take it easy.
?sa, are you okay?
-No!
-Sorry, but we have to break this up.
It's an emergency.
I'm not here to arrest you.
A young man died earlier today,
after having tried Spice.
Okay? So if you've had it too, or
if you're having trouble breathing,
or raised pulse,
go straight to our
healthcare workers outside,
and they'll look after you.
The drug itself is not illegal,
the point is your safety.
As far as the rest of you go,
you've got an opportunity.
Drop any drugs on the ground.
If we find anything on you,
we'll react according to the law,
but, as I said earlier,
this is about your safety.
Thank you very much.
-Fucking snitch.
-I didn't say anything.
Did you call her?
What the hell do you think?
Of course I didn't call her.
I don't know what to believe. She
came in here and ruined everything.
And that means it must have been me?
It could have been someone else?
Okay, I get it.
-What?
-If you don't trust me,
you can go to hell.
If you talk to me like that,
I will.
Good.
Good?
Kevin?
What? I'm just happy to see you.
Don't lie.
You're angry I'm here and you
think I'm gonna be a fucking druggie
-just because Dad was.
-No, I don't.
Yeah, you do.
-You know what? You can go to hell.
-Don't talk to me like that.
You've ruined everything.
-Whoa, take it easy now, GT.
-Shh.
So I'll carry you home like usual?
Maybe.
If that guy over there doesn't.
-Him?
-Yeah, with the checked shirt.
-Do you have any more nuts?
-Yeah, in the bar.
But you can go around.
Damn. Okay. You'll see.
-Alright.
-Good luck.
Watch my bag.
-Yep.
-Yeah.
-This is going to be chaos.
-No, it'll be fine. She'll be fine.
But, hey, it's nice to see you.
You too.
Are you awake?
I'm sorry.
I know it's hard,
but it'll get better. I promise.
He was just so... stupid.
-High, all the time.
-I'm so damn sorry you had to see it.
He was such an egotist all the time,
and sick and weird and...
He loved you.
My dad.
I'm going to bed.
Sleep well.
-Hey.
-Hi.
I thought I'd measure
the door of the dishwasher.
I think I have the wrong
measurements.
Just what I thought.
Wrong measurements.
Hmm.
Want to sit here for a minute?
Sure.
Thanks.