The Restaurant (2017–…): Season 3, Episode 3 - Crème de la crème - full transcript

-This kitchen has missed you.
-I've missed this kitchen a bit too.

I've had a lovely evening.

-Does Mirko have other duties here?
-You know he does.

He staffs the gambling tables
and the cloak room.

-Bloody rabble!
-No!

-What the hell are the police up to?
-They're doing their job.

-We share information with them.
-This society is fundamentally fascist.

Would you like
to come back, permanently?

The cops are coming!

You can go home soon,
we just need to see your ID first.

-Lilly took you to an underground club?
-Yes.



I never promised you that the nightclub
would be top priority in my life.

-Aladdin was bombed, wasn't it?
-That was their final move.

But it started with teargas.

Maybe you should get a new job.

I can't leave when she needs me.
I owe Nina everything.

President Johnson
has postponed his trip to Hawaii

to speak to leaders
of the Negro movement

and discuss the situation caused by
the assassination of Martin Luther King.

-Hi...
-King's been shot.

Martin Luther King's been murdered.

-Who did it?
-No one's been arrested yet.

There are riots all over
the United States.

The global conflagration has begun.
The people are rising up.

This will be Stockholm
in a few months' time.



The printers are threatening us
with debt collectors.

-When do you get paid?
-On the 25th.

But that's for the rent here.
Among other things.

We need more money,
I can't be the only one with an income.

-So Torsten and I don't work?
-That's not what I meant.

I'll get a job,
and you can write articles and...

I'm sorry. I'm tired.

-That's not what I meant, John.
-They gunned down Martin Luther King!

And you moan
about debt collectors! Jesus!

I'll go out later and sell magazines.

There's another way...

THE RESTAURANT

EPISODE 23
CRÈME DE LA CRÈME

-I sat for an exam today.
-Did you do well?

-We'll see. I plan to party tonight.
-Sounds good.

Well, hello.

-Hello. How are things?
-Terrible. They shot King.

-I know, it's awful.
-Good to see you.

-Where've you been?
-Like I just said to Christina...

We had exams today.

-So I've been studying like crazy.
-What subject?

The influence of social factors
on crime propensity.

The poor commit crimes
because they have nothing to lose?

That sums it up nicely.
Maybe you should take that exam?

-Good evening.
-Good evening, Mrs Löwander.

-I thought I'd welcome our regulars.
-Thank you.

-Christina told me you'd been arrested.
-For trying to attend a political event.

How unreasonable...
Well, you're welcome here.

-As long as you don't bring any banners.
-You're needed in the kitchen, Mother.

-Have a nice evening.
-Thank you, Mrs Löwander.

Nice to see you, Uno.
Give my best to Margareta.

I'm sorry. She's such a pain.

-Who's Margareta?
-My mum, she used to work here.

-Don't you know who Uno's mum is?
-No...

Margareta Nilsson,
the social welfare city commissioner.

Oh, I had no idea.

So genetically, that makes you
a Social Democrat, right?

Well, I don't really agree
with most of what Margareta stands for.

"Margareta"?
Thought she was your mum?

-That's right.
-Then call her Mum.

Mum and I have
different opinions about most things.

Now I want something to drink.

Sole coming up...

Andersson?
Another Sole Walewska.

-They're showering you with praise.
-Thank you, ma'am.

One guest said the veal à la Oscar
was the best they've ever had.

-Did you hear that, Carmen and Ethel?
-Yes, I did...

To me, topping a fine cut of meat
with asparagus and lobster is a crime.

-And the sauce was yours, wasn't it?
-That it was.

Well, hello everybody...

The Big L is back!

-What do you want?
-Can you spare a few minutes?

One minute.

This won't take long.
I'm on my way to the Royal...

The guests see that you've
whipped this kitchen into shape.

But it's also a shame to only serve
exactly what they expect.

-You're never satisfied.
-We only offer standard dishes.

Veal à la Oscar, Rydberg, Walewska...
You can't do a twist on Walewska.

We should have some
signature dishes on the menu.

Dishes people would talk about...
"Go to Nina's and try it, it's a dream!"

-I agree, and I have a few ideas.
-Good...

-What about you?
-I'll pass. But I'm happy to be a taster.

I've always liked you, Nina.

I admire your energy,
your fighting spirit...

What do you want?

My exit was kind of abrupt,
so I have a proposal.

-A compromise.
-Really?

I'll come back
and I'll accept my old terms.

That's quite an offer.

Now that I've got the Club Royal
hopping, I've sorted them out...

But my heart is still here.

That's nice...Leif.

There's just this one thing...
at the Royal, I get a cut of the door.

Maybe we could meet halfway?

I'm sorry, we already have a disc jockey.

That American guy?

A nobody...

-But I do have another opening.
-Really? Doing what?

We need more dishwashing staff.

Okay, I get it.

Think about it.

Do you love soul music?
I said do you love sould music?

Then you're going to love this.

-The hardest working man in showbiz.
-Thanks, you're the best.

I go down there for a few weeks
with a group of fun-loving chaps.

We stay on a yacht
and go to the film festival.

-Sounds exciting.
-Yes, "the high life".

-You're welcome to join us.
-Seriously?

You're so attractive...

I'll pay for everything.
And we'll have a good time, you and me.

-Come on, let's dance.
-Wait...

What the hell are you doing?

Watch your step!

Excuse me?
You haven't paid for your drinks.

-Put them on my tab.
-I'm afraid not.

-We're regulars, we'll pay tomorrow.
-Pay now.

-Let's go.
-See you tomorrow.

-Pay up, now!
-Let go of him!

-Pay for your drinks!
-Bloody fascist!

-Don't call me a fascist!
-Calm down.

-What's going on?
-I forgot my wallet.

-I asked if I could pay tomorrow.
-You don't have credit here!

Angelo, it's okay.
I'll make sure he pays.

-See you at home later?
-Yes.

-It's all right.
-No it isn't, she called me a fascist.

That's not all right.

There's something wrong with that lad,
I can sense it.

What?

-You get more and more like Helga.
-No! That's not true.

-And this is different.
-Remember how you came to me?

"Do you know where Calle Svensson
lives? Just don't tell Mother."

I never said such a thing!

-And never in a squeaky voice like that.
-Oh, yes!

I don't think he's good for her.

Hi...

Aren't you coming to bed?

Soon.

Are you tired?

Another crap day at work.

But never mind...

Well, you know what I think.

Things are okay again, aren't they?
Nina can manage without you.

-The tear gas didn't work.
-I gathered as much.

So we need to take this further.

-It will cost you.
-Name your price.

It will take two men.
There's a greater risk...

I'll pay you double.

-I'll get to it.
-As soon as possible.

Hello? Christina?

Hello, babe...

Who does this belong to?

-Let's sit down...
-What have you done?

-Let me explain.
-A guest reported a stolen wallet.

-Calm down.
-What were you thinking?

-You're upset...
-I'm going to the police.

-No, not the police!
-Let go of me, you bastard!

-Margareta Nilsson speaking.
-Bengt Boman from Aftonbladet here.

-May I ask a few questions?
-What's this about?

Is it true that you
went to a club known as Downtown?

-Miss Nilsson?
-Can I call you back?

-I'll be quick.
-Sorry, I'll have to get back to you.

Shit...

Right, we're setting
new turnover records almost every night.

Are you ready to admit that
this transition wasn't such a bad idea?

Let's just hope it lasts.

Unfortunately, we have pickpockets.

A wallet was taken last night.

-Again...
-The first one was last week.

Yes, we'll have to talk to the staff.

-Ask them to be especially observant.
-Good.

And I'd like to talk about Christina's
friends. Their behaviour is unacceptable.

-What have they done?
-They wouldn't pay their bill.

I told them that they weren't
allowed any credit here.

Then they called me...a fascist.

-Angelo, are you serious?
-Yes.

I know what a fascist is.

I have family...

...who were tortured
and murdered by fascists.

No one calls me a fascist.

I'm very sorry to hear this.

You definitely don't deserve
to be treated like that.

What miserable swine!

-Did they pay?
-Christina said they could wait.

So no, they haven't paid.

Well then, as of now,
they're banned at Nina's.

We have two suggestions
for new dishes...

Carmen?

Well...this a Corsican beef stew.

Very good. Spicy.

Veal knuckle, tomatoes,
feta cheese, herbs, and lots of garlic.

-Very tasty.
-And then we have this...

Pike quenelles en croute
in a vermouth and cream sauce.

-This is very nice too.
-Then let's put them on the menu.

No...

-No?
-No.

-You liked it!
-Yes, but what does it look like?

Like Mum's home cooking.

Don't you see?
No one's going to order this here.

Top it with an effing lobster tail
and make up some fancy name...

Stew à la Oscar?

You won't give it a go?

It was delicious.

But this is Nina's...
We need new dishes,

but they should be posh, have some flair.

-She wants posh...
-She'll get shitloads of it!

Yes?

The Head of Personnel
is expecting you.

How could you
go to an underground club?

A good friend took me.

A friend with extremely poor judgment.

I believe the poor judgment was mine.

Could I just not call back?
Hope that it goes away?

No, that won't work.
He won't drop this.

What if I send out a press release?
Grovel and apologise.

They'll still hound you with questions.

-Boman's the only one who's called?
-So far, yes.

The best thing is to appease him.

Set aside ample time,
give him a big interview.

Prepare yourself down to the
tiniest detail. And stick to your script.

Then perhaps
your version of the events will stick.

Perhaps...

-Do you have time to talk?
-What do you want?

-Can't you just...?
-No, tell me what you want.

I want you to know
that we didn't call the police.

I would never do that.

No...

Listen...

If you'll excuse me,
I have a lot to attend to.

-Hi, how are you?
-Terrible. Have we got any aspirins?

Yes, in the cupboard by the fan.
Christina...

John and his friends
behaved very badly yesterday.

So I've decided that they're not welcome
back to Nina's for the time being.

-And your friends can't chalk things up.
-Then deduct it from my pay.

No, we'll write it off as a loss.

Is John your boyfriend?

-Why would that matter?
-I think it does.

I saw you kissing.

No, he's not my boyfriend.

I never saw them take the wallet,

but I did see a chain of events.
And I can't see any other explanation.

-And who was involved in this?
-John and Kicki.

And John is in charge.

This shows that they are prepared
to resort to crime.

-Should I go to the police?
-Not for pickpocketing.

Hopefully we can arrest them
for something more serious.

Christ... This doesn't feel right.

-Why is that?
-Because John can bring others down.

People who are actually innocent.

So this happened at Nina's...

-Where Christina Rehnskiöld works?
-That's right.

-But she had nothing to do with this.
-Doesn't she run with that crowd?

Yes...
She moves in those circles.

But she's not at the core of it.

-How do you know that?
-I don't, but it seems very unlikely.

Okay...

-Christina Renskiöld.
-It's me, please...

Read all about it:
America's genocide in Vietnam.

Get your Communist Orientation,
it's only three kronor.

Read all about
America's genocide in Vietnam.

-How's it going?
-It's not.

Did you get hold of her?

No... But I don't think she'll
grass on us.

I was thinking about something, when
we were arguing with the head waiter,

when we were leaving,
Uno was staring at us.

-So?
-His mother's a Soc Dem bigwig.

-Can he be trusted?
-Always thought something was off...

You mean that he might
be leaking information?

Then we'll have to test him.

Hello?
-It's me.

Fancy a rendez-vous?

-When?
-You're so impatient.

I just don't understand the delay.

It's more complicated this time.

-Requires more preparation.
-You must know when.

They're doing it tonight.

There... Stop.

-No peeking.
-No, no...

Okay...

Open wide.

Oh my God, that's delicious!

-Is that Choron sauce?
-Focus!

Open wide...

-Amazing!
-Open your eyes.

The first sauce was,
as you said, Choron.

The second was a salsa verde.

-All you eat is meat and sauce?
-Yeah.

Everyone has their own fork...
and you share a pot.

Using the bits left over
after you trimmed the fillet?

-Exactly. Waste not, want not.
-You do have your moments.

Hello?

-Hey!
-No, don't...

Call the police! Now!

-What's going on?
-Two lads broke in.

We think they planted a bomb.

Let's go inside.

We're familiar with this bloke.

So we expect to find the other one too.
And anyone else behind this.

Are you investigating
Mirko Kostelic too?

We'll certainly
look for any such connections.

-If there are any, we'll find them.
-Good.

-Do we have to stay closed?
-That's up to you.

We'll be finished here by noon, so you
don't need to be closed for our sake.

-Right... I'm going home.
-Go ahead.

-Try to get few hours of sleep.
-Yeah. See you later.

So you and Carmen were here
in the middle of the night...

Yes. We were testing a variety of dishes.

New dishes, that is.

In the middle of the night?

Yes. We didn't have time before then.

What kind of dishes?

Rösti?

No, not rösti.

Fondue, among other things.
Very good.

Good...
I'm looking forward to trying some.

-Club Royal...
-Hi, it's me. It backfired.

-What do you mean?
-There were staff still at the club.

They caught one of the lads right away,
and the other one a few minutes ago.

-The police are looking for me too.
-Bloody hell...

Don't worry, Ester,
they've got nothing on me.

-These lads won't grass.
-I hope you're right!

The cops are just fishing.

-I'll call you later.
-No, no contact between us.

It was sheer luck that Calle was there.

Otherwise the club would have
been blown to kingdom come.

So, how are you?

-Running a temperature?
-No, I don't think so.

Then what is it?

Is there something wrong?

Could you please talk to me?

-Christina?
-Get off my back!

-Good morning.
-Have you heard the news, sir?

There's been another attack on Nina's.

No, that's news to me.

Apparently they caught
someone red-handed.

-Do you know who it is?
-No. But...

Well, they say that Mirko Kostelic
is in police custody.

Come in.

Hello...

Hello.

I'll be brief, someone apparently
tried to plant a bomb here...

...and that Mirko Kostelic
has been detained by the police.

If he's behind this...

I assure you that neither
Ester nor I were involved.

Really...

It might be prudent to know
if you're working with hitmen.

I...

That's all.

Come on!

-To Carlo!
-Again!

-Let's score!
-He runs like the wind!

Leave it! Let me pass it.

Run!

-Goal!
-Well done!

Nice!

They tried to bomb Nina's
again last night.

It would be best for everyone if I left.

-Do you know how to adjust gears?
-Piss off...!

Hey, guys...
I have a nice surprise for you.

What have we got here...
Pizza, anyone?

-Is it Luisa's?
-Give me some!

She thought we might be hungry
after training, and she wasn't wrong.

-Come on! Get it while it's hot!
-It's delicious!

-I'm home!
-Hi!

-Go and take a shower.
-Daddy, you stink!

I smell like a man
who's been playing football.

You're right, I am stinky...

I have an idea about what work I can do.
What we can do.

Yes...

-We'll open a pizzeria.
-Yay!

-A pizzeria?
-Yes.

Your recipes and my knowledge
of the industry.

It will be a huge success.

Angelo, you can't just serve pizza.

The Swedes want their meatballs
and that awful pea soup.

Times have changed.

Angelo, it all sounds crazy to me.

Right...

I believe you're the third female
social welfare city commissioner

after Mrs Thorsson and Mrs Gahn?

-That's correct.
-Those must be big shoes to fill.

I look up to both Inga Thorsson
and Britt Gahn a great deal,

so I never compare myself to them.

Do you know if they ever
went to underground clubs?

Because isn't it true...

...that you went to one the other night?

-I did.
-Things got out of hand, didn't they?

-A police raid...
-I was there.

It was poor judgment on my behalf.
Something I deeply regret today.

You have a history in the restaurant
industry yourself, Miss Nilsson.

You must have known
that it was an illegal club?

As I said, I regret it.

What is your opinion
of underground clubs?

Obviously, service industries
should operate with full transparency,

and underground clubs are deplorable.

"Downtown"... That's the name
of the club, right?

I believe that you know that already.

What kind of...people

go to that underground club?

I have nothing more to say in this matter.

According to what I've heard, that club
is a meeting place for sexual deviants.

But perhaps you already
knew that, Commissioner?

Yes, the main target group
is homosexuals.

It's a place where they do not risk
bodily harm or harassment.

Except by the police.
who consistently raid clubs like this.

Why do the police do that?

Because homophobia
exists within the police force as well.

What's wrong?

-I mucked it up.
-Talk to me.

My interview. I did the opposite
of what Rune and I talked about.

-What did you say?
-I...can't even talk about it.

-Maybe we'll read about it in the paper.
-I'm sure of that.

He got some really choice tidbits.

On the other hand,
here's quite a nice Valpolicella.

Hey... What are you doing
when you get off?

-Going home, I guess. Why?
-John's having a party.

-Do you want to join me?
-Sure, but I don't know John.

-Is he okay with that?
-Of course. You're with me!

-It's a deal.
-Great!

-Are you going to play for us?
-We'll see...

I've been feeling blue about King.

-I know. It's awful.
-It's as if all hope has died.

John thinks the CIA is involved.

In times like these,
we need someone to sing to us.

Uno, have you got a moment?
John wants to talk to you.

Sure...

-Hello, Uno...
-Hi.

-Enjoying yourself?
-Very much.

-I wanted to ask you something.
-Okay...

And feel free to say no.

Right...

Would you like to write
for Communist Orientation?

I don't know.

-Think about it.
-I'm flattered.

But I don't know if I have the right...

I don't have the insight into communist
theory that you and Torsten do...

Don't worry, as long as your heart's
in the right place.

-The documentation for next week...
-Thanks.

You are a communist, aren't you?
You believe in the revolution?

-Yes. Of course.
-Good.

Think about it. More wine?

Hey. This is Lena.

Hi. Nice to meet you.

-You work at Nina's, right?
-Yes, at the bar.

No wonder I recognise you!
What can I get you to drink?

-Really, how do you know that?
-Ester, please stop...

-I don't know what you mean!
-Stop treating me like I'm stupid.

I'm not...

-Did you know about it?
-About what?

-That he was going to bomb Nina's!
-Don't wake the girls!

-He has to go!
-That's not your call.

Listen, why do you think no one
has dared bother us for three years?

Don't you realise
that running a nightclub is different?

The same rules don't apply.
It's a whole different world!

"A revolution is not like inviting people
to dinner, or writing an essay,

or painting a picture
or doing embroidery...

A revolution is an uprising,

an act of violence whereby one class
overthrows another."

Which overthrows which?

The working class
will overthrow the bourgeoisie.

And the working class wants to do that?

It's happening right now,
on the streets of Prague, Paris, Berlin...

But those are students.
My parents are workers.

Or were, since my father's dead. They
regard those students as troublemakers.

No, they don't.

What do you know about it?
Are you working class?

Lena...
Was that your name?

-What do your parents do?
-You come into my home...

Drink my wine
and smoke my cigarettes,

and flaunt your
working-class background.

But you kiss rich men's arses
night after night.

-What does that make you?
-What it makes me? A worker.

-I have a job. Can you say the same?
-You're a class traitor, Lena.

-I can't listen to any more of this crap.
-Lena, wait!

-That was totally unnecessary.
-Whatever.

Come on, Lena.

John is a bit intense but he's
really an okay guy, you know.

Are you trying
to gloss over what he said?

No. I just... No.

Then go back and party
with that "okay guy"!

I defended you.

Not while I was listening.

Okay. Fine.

ACTION SKANDIA

COMMISSIONER
DEFENDS ILLEGAL CLUBS

Oh, my God...

-Is she in?
-Good morning, Mrs Gahn. She's in.

-It's heavily slanted.
-It contains direct quotes.

-Are you saying they're wrong?
-No, just taken out of context.

The headline is wrong,
I didn't defend the clubs.

-You attacked the police too.
-It's the truth and you know it.

It's still hardly appropriate
to say it to a tabloid reporter.

This may have huge repercussions.

It might even
affect the upcoming elections.

-Have you heard from Lindgren?
-No.

That's a bad sign.

-Hi!
-Hi...

-Am I interrupting anything?
-No.

They told me you were up here, so I...

-How are things?
-Fine.

-And you?
-Good.

I...

I was just...

...wondering if we could
go see another film together?

Sure...

-Or would that be strange?
-No, we can go to the cinema.

-Why would that be strange?
-Well, because you're John's girlfriend.

It might seem like we were on a date.

No, we can go to the cinema.

I was at a party at John's yesterday.

-I noticed that you weren't there.
-That's right.

-Are you still together?
-I don't know.

I'm sorry, but I have to finish this.

I just want to say this. I...

John isn't a good person.

And I don't enjoy saying this,
seeing as we're friends.

But you're more important to me.

The last time I was here, I saw
Kicki and John steal a guest's wallet.

-That's not very nice.
-It's true, Christina.

It's still not very nice. John thinks of
you as a friend, you go to his parties...

-So will you badmouth me tomorrow?
-I'd never do that!

-I just wanted to warn you.
-And I need to work. Go.

Right...

He was with another girl yesterday.

We have a couple
of new dishes to show you.

-Good.
-Carmen?

This is a little tidbit
we call "Toast Rockefeller".

A thin slice of beef carpaccio

served with truffles and
a generous dollop of Iranian caviar.

Excellent.

Right...

The next dish...

...is "Toast Crème de la Crème".

A long slice of bread, toasted in goose
fat with champagne-poached oysters,

foie gras, lobster and crayfish tails,
prawns and white fish roe from Kalix...

And to top it all off,
quail's eggs in a champagne jelly.

-Served with lemon mayonnaise.
-The presentation's lovely...

Yummy.

-You do realise that we're joking?
-Joking?

Ethel...

-Come and taste this.
-No, thank you!

That defies nature...

We just heaped every luxury food item
we could think on a slice of toast.

Right...
It's exclusive and it tastes great.

So we're putting these on the menu.

Nina, with these ingredients...

They'll cost twice as much
as the most expensive main courses.

That's perfect!

-Hi.
-Hi.

Listen, this "cold war"
doesn't feel right.

-Can't we be friends?
-Sure.

I apologize for losing my temper.

I was on your side, so I don't know
what that was all about.

I know.

Would you like something to drink?
A coke or a beer?

I'm good.

-The Commissioner speaking.
-Hi, it's me...

Hi.

I just wanted to say
that I read your interview...

I thought you were great.

I'm in a lot of hot water
because that interview.

Right... I can imagine.

I'm sorry about that, Maggan.
But...

To us, you're a hero.

To me.

Right. Thanks.

-It's been a long and rough day.
-I'm sorry, I don't want to keep you...

But...it feels better now.

Oh...

One Crème de la Crème!

-Two Rockefellers, four Crèmes.
-Two Rockefellers.

Four Crèmes!
Good Lord...

19 Rockerfellers and 14 Crèmes...

-You were right.
-Sorry, didn't quite catch that...

You were right, Nina.

Your instinct for
what the guests want is unfailing,

and I will never question it again,
as long as I live.

Thank you, Chef.

-Bye!
-See you tomorrow.

-I think Carmen likes you.
-Everybody does, didn't you know?

Some more than others.

I'm sure I can keep her at bay.

Ethel can be my bodyguard.

Good evening...

-See you tomorrow.
-Right.

-Christina Rehnskiöld.
-It's me.

When you steal from our guests,
you ruin everything I've worked for.

-You know, I thought we had something.
-We do, Christina.

It may not mean anything to you that
we've slept together, but it does to me.

Of course it means something.

-I'm sorry. It will never happen again.
-It won't - you've been banned.

I'm sorry I let you down.
I promise I won't do it again.

-I don't regret the pickpocketing, though.
-Because you're above the law?

When the laws perpetuate an unfair
system, I listen to my conscience.

That man was rich, in some way
he's exploited the working classes.

He was a pig, treating Kicki like that.

We're going to use every penny to fight
for a just, equal, humane society.

I'd do it again. I will do it again.

And I very much
want to have you with me.

I can't offer you
a simple, trouble-free life.

On the contrary,
we're facing a life-and-death struggle.

But it will be a life full of meaning.

And love.

Were you with someone else?

Who told you that? Uno?

Just answer the question.

No.

No, that's a lie.

"Operation Skandia"?

The cinema. An organised protest action,
they show too many American films.

-When will this take place?
-I don't believe it will.

It just seems all too vague.

I think it's a trap.

-For you?
-Yes, to see if I've been snooping.

Did anyone see you?

No. I'm pretty sure...I got away with it.

But...

I'm going to have
to back out of this soon.

You've done a great job so far.

Have I? I haven't found a thing.

That's what surveillance is like.

But as I told you,
China, Poland, and East Germany

want to get in touch
with this particular kind of group.

So you're doing
a very important job, Uno.

Why did you contact me, specifically?

Out of thousands of students.

You have the right background.

Somewhere I read
of the freedom of assembly.

Somewhere I read
of the freedom of speech.

Somewhere I read
of the freedom of press.

Somewhere I read,

that the greatness of America
is the right to protest for right.

Well, I don't know
what will happen now.

We've got some difficult days ahead.

But it really
doesn't matter with me now,

because I've been to the mountaintop.

And I don't mind.

-It's him.
-Turn it down.

It says "SDS" on the door sign,
the Swedish Defence Staff.

Loads of people in uniform.

-Not the Security Service?
-The armed forces have their own spies.

What are you talking about?

Uno, he's an infiltrator.

He's been spying on us.

He made friends with you to get to me.

-We should dispose of that bastard.
-That would bring the law down on us.

Better to keep a cool head.
But this is a sign.

The final battle is upon us.

I just want to do God's will...

We need to go underground.

We need to get ready to fight.

And I've seen the Promised Land.

I may not get there with you,

but I want you to know tonight,

that we, as a people,
will get to the promised land!