[tapping keys]
- Wanna get somethin' to eat? - No, I don't have time.
[sighs] We should eat somethin' before we start the investigation.
I'm in the mood for meat today. Well, I was yesterday, too.
I'll have to wait to have lunch later on.
I want to interview the Bergvall couple again first.
- Roger and Anna-Lena. - Their name's Bergvall?
I thought it was Goldfish. They don't seem to remember anything.
- They hardly recognised each other. - [chuckles]
You don't have to come. I can handle it.
- How was your New Year? - It was okay.
Did you tell your sister she can get a discount
on a pampering and a special haircut?
Uh... Unfortunately, something came up so she couldn't come.
- So she didn't come, then? - No.
Oh no. What happened?
Yeah, I have... I have to be somewhere.
- We can talk later, Milou, but... - Yeah, fine.
How's it going with the case? Have you found the robber?
I can't talk about this right now. I really must get on. But we'll talk.
I'm so confident you're gonna catch him. I'm saying that all the time to everybody.
- I say, "Try to have some faith in Jack." - So, the Bergvall couple?
Yes, I looked into them.
Turns out that they have bought three apartments in the past four years alone.
The last one they bought for 325,000 under market value.
I checked their phone records, and they made interesting reading..
Looks like the wife, Anna-Lena, has something to hide,
I can tell you without doubt.
- Really? Oh. - Yes, she's lying.
ANXIOUS PEOPLE
[sighs heavily]
Huh.
[clears throat]
What did you say to the police at the police station?
Stop it now.
But why should they want to speak more with us?
[sighs]
- I've no idea. I said nothing. - [doorbell rings]
[sighs] I did precisely as we said.
[sighs heavily]
- Hey! Hey, welcome! Yes! - [Jim] Hi.
- Cool, great. Come in, come in. - [Jack] Thanks, sure. Thanks.
- [Roger] Should we, uh... - What happened to your nose?
Uh, a little flat package, uh, right in the face. Boom! Hit me.
- [Jack] A flat pack? - Yeah, from IKEA.
A Knarrevik side table, on special offer.
99 kronor. I got excited about it.
- People were almost fighting over them. - Hi.
- Hi! - Tough week, huh?
Oh. Yeah, yeah.
I was just making coffee. I'll see if it's ready, shall I?
- [Roger] Oh, great. - Uh, yes. Come straight back, okay?
Oh.
Thank you.
Good. This is an interview with Anna-Lena Bergvall
on the fourth of January at 12:06.
Did you get the sense that one of the hostages knew the robber?
Not at all. No, I doubt that.
No. And you... you didn't know the robber?
No! Why on Earth would you ask that?
Do you know any of the other hostages?
Apart from Roger?
- So, only Roger? - Mmm.
Have you been thinking about moving?
About moving? No, no.
Oh, you were viewing the apartment for someone else?
No, no, well, you know. We renovate them, then move on.
We flip apartments after I've renovated them.
- Oh. - Anna-Lena decorates.
- Okay. - Then we sell them.
- Hopefully, there's profit. - Right.
Huh. Yeah.
Uh, so...
[sighs]
Yes. No, no, no, no, no! Damn it.
- [Anna-Lena] You don't have to worry. - [Roger] Can't you see she's pregnant?
Pregnant women are irrational. She'll ruin it all.
No. As long as we stick to the plan, the plan will work.
- [sighs] - Nobody can do this better than you can.
[sighs heavily]
- We've been doing this for 20 years. - [sighs]
- Yes. - You're the best. You know that.
Hmm. [sighs]
- [Anna-Lena] Mmm? - [Roger] Mmm.
- Hm. - [Anna-Lena] Mmmmm.
- They haven't home-styled, have they? - That suits us perfectly.
- [Roger grunts] - Welcome!
Yes, hi, thanks. Are you the agent I spoke with?
No, not at all.
I'm just here to view the apartment for my daughter as she couldn't make it.
My name is Estelle. My husband Knut is just parking the car.
Who are you, then?
No one. [grunts]
[Roger sighs and mutters]
Hello. Are you the estate agent?
Do I look like an agent to you?
[Anna-Lena] You have to wear shoe covers at an open house, you know.
- How about her? - I don't think so.
Okay. So that makes four plus us two.
- Huh. - [chuckles]
- Let's do this. - Okay.
[breathes deeply] Okay. Right
Let's see here...
Look, there's definitely a little mould in here. Roger!
[Roger] Yes, you may be right.
Can you think once more about it in detail, if you would?
- Sure you didn't know anyone else? - [laughs] What? What do you want to hear?
I'm absolutely positive. As I've already told you, I knew only Roger.
Even Lennart?
No?
[breathes deeply] That's...
That is...
That's what?
That's private.
I'm aware you rang Lennart three times between Christmas and New Year.
- Excuse me, I have to powder my nose. - Look, we...
- Uh, yeah, then. I'll just wait here. - [Anna-Lena] Sure.
[door locks]
[sighs]
[thumping]
[Anna-Lena] Sh, sh, sh, sh.
- Shh! Shh! - [gasps]
No! Shh! Stay there!
I've got to piss.
- She has to pee. - What?
She has to piss!
Have you lost it? There's a lunatic with a gun in the other room.
- I'm desperate now. - What are you running around town for?
If you can't hold it in, bloody stay home, close to a toilet!
Just let her piss, yeah?
- Thanks for sticking up for me, Ro. - What? What could I add to that?
- [Roger] Are you insane? - God...
[Roger] Sit down! I can't believe it!
[grunts] Jeez...
- For God's sake, hurry up. - The toilet's just out there.
It's through the kitchen.
[gasping]
- It's occupied. - What?
- It's occupied. - Occupied? That's impossible.
We're all here, right? Hang on, what?
Come on, honey. I'll come with you.
[Julia] Okay.
Hello? Anyone in there now?
[Julia gasping]
- Oh! - Thank you. Perfect.
- Oh, my God. - What's going on out there?
- [Julia] Who are you? - Calm down.
- My name is Lennart. I'm here for work. - You mean you're the agent?
No, I'm a performer. A performance artiste.
- Wh... - Ask Anna-Lena.
She can explain everything.
- Just ask Anna-Lena. - [Julia] Who's Anna-Lena?
The wife of that man who keeps telling us to do what we're told to do.
Who didn't want you to go to the toilet.
- Okay... - Talk to Anna-Lena. She...
She can vouch for me, okay?
How the hell does my wife know you?
Oh, uh... Well, hello. You must be Roger?
- That's right. Who the frick are you? - Lennart.
- Hi, Anna-Lena. Hi. It's me. - Huh?
- Yes, well, I'm the perverted musketeer.
- I, um... - I've no idea what he's talking about.
Anna-Lena, it's me. I'm the performance artist.
What do you mean, performance?
I stage minor catastrophic events in open house settings.
As we speak, I'm dressed as the pooping perverted musketeer.
- Have you had an affair with him? Huh? - How could you?
- Huh? - [Lennart] No.
I sneak into showings and take a dump in the toilet as a rabbit.
Or I could be the horny Casanova who hits on everyone's wives.
- I'm trained, you know? - Shhh!
- Sick son of a bitch. - Roger...
- [Lennart] Hey, no... - [Anna-Lena gasps]
- Damn pervert. Have you fucked my wife? - [groans]
- [Roger] Have you? You disgusting pervert. - [Anna-Lena] Roger!
- [Roger] Get off me! - [Anna-Lena] It's all about the price.
Lennart helps us to drive the apartment prices down.
- What are you talking about? - Listen.
- Just calm down a minute. - Listen. Do you remember
the red turn-of-the-century apartment on Malmvägen?
- It was number 22. - [Lennart] Do you remember?
Of course I bloody remember that one. What about it?
The neighbour, the drunk neighbour who came in and threw spaghetti at everyone?
- Do you remember him? - He did it.
- Yes. - [Lennart] Huh?
Why do you think the bidding was so low?
You got the price down several hundred thousand below their asking price.
Thanks to who?
- Huh? - [Roger] God damn it!
Oh, wait, Rog. Wait up.
Look, I don't wanna toot my own horn,
but the pasta flinging neighbour is one of my most popular characters.
I've put a lot of work into crafting him. [sighs]
You didn't think that I could do it, handle it alone, yeah?
Yes, of course I did. But, I mean...
you become so depressed when the price goes high.
It was just a one-time thing.
Three. Three, to be exact. Three times.
Don't you fucking get involved.
You know what, actually? It would have been better, though.
It would have been better if you had been fucking the bunny. However...
This, this deceit because you don't think I can handle the thing I think I do best.
- Buy apartments. - [Lennart] Roger.
[sighs] For fuck's sake.
[Lennart] Anna-Lena?
[runs tap]
Why did you say you didn't know Lennart?
It has nothing to do with this matter, and you know that.
- Did you know the robber too? - No, absolutely not.
- Do you know who the robber is? - No. I've said that.
You know what, Anna-Lena? I kind of feel like you're sitting there
and not telling me the complete truth.
- That isn't what's happening. - It is. You've already lied about Lennart.
What's to say that you didn't help the robber to escape the apartment?
[Anna-Lena] I was just trying...
There's no way the robber could have got out without help.
At the moment, you are the only one lying to the police, Anna-Lena.
That's a goddamn serious offence.
It was our marriage I was hoping to save, that's all.
What... what do you want me to say, huh? Do you expect me to tell you everything?
Should I tell you that my husband has such low self-esteem
that I diminish myself so that he won't feel threatened?
I had to involve this performer to get the price of the apartment down.
But that has nothing to do with this hostage situation, do you hear me?
For fuck's sake. [sighs]
Roger.
[door creaks]
[Anna-Lena breathing shakily]
- [Julia] Are you okay? - Ah, yes. I'm fine. I'm fine.
Roger is more of a concern.
Okay.
Then why isn't it Roger who's sitting here crying, then?
You don't know him. He's actually incredibly sensitive.
Yeah, sure. We all got that. What did he say?
Women who are pregnant should stay home?
No, he's just rather you weren't viewing the apartment, that's all.
He doesn't hate children, but he got angry with the estate agent
who wrote "nursery" in the advertisement, that's all.
It always drives the price up ridiculously. [sobs]
Roger loves kids. It was actually him who stayed at home
and took care of our kids when they were small.
That's unbelievable.
- [chuckles] - Well...
We didn't mean for it to happen that way,
but my career was going so well, so it worked out like that.
It wasn't supposed to be for ever, just while the kids were young.
Then, when Roger went back to work a few years later,
by the time the children were grown up,
he didn't get the same kind of assignments,
the same responsibilities.
Anyone's self-esteem is damaged by these things.
You end up feeling completely useless.
- You must know that's not your fault. - No, but it's not Roger's either.
No, but you can't really blame either of you is what I mean.
What's he blaming you for, though?
He's proud.
This apartment renovation sideline, that's what's important to him right now.
That's so bloody typical. Old man behaviour.
You were just trying to help, damn it.
I don't imagine he'll ever forgive me.
[sighs] He will.
- [Anna-Lena sighs] - Hmm.
- What's your name? - It's Julia.
Anna-Lena.
[birdsong]
[pop music playing on radio]
Uh-huh. What do you want now, then?
Uh... I just have a few questions.
- A few more... - A few more questions.
My marriage is going to hell, but you just heard that.
Isn't that enough for you? What more do you wanna know?
How much time we spend in the bedroom together?
Uh... So, did you know Lennart?
I mean, before the hostage situation?
No.
- Did you know anyone else who was there? - I thought I knew my wife.
But apparently you can live with someone for over 40 years,
and not even know a fucking thing about 'em..
Could you look at this, uh... floor plan,
and show me where people were when the robber came in?
- Just roughly point to where they were. - Sure.
- We were in here. - Mmm.
[Roger] The old lady was there too. And Ro and her friend came in from there.
Ro and Julia from this direction?
This isn't right, though. It's different.
What?
These aren't the right measurements.
I always bring my own measuring stick to open houses.
You can't trust the floor plans. Estate agents can't be trusted.
- But what... what's wrong with it? - Here, here, here.
There's a wardrobe here. It's not on the plan.
- Between these walls is at least a metre. - What do you mean?
There must be a hidden space between wall and wardrobe..
Do you understand?
Jim? We have to get back to the crime scene.
- Come on. - What?
Come on, we have to go back. I'll explain in the car.
- Thank you, Anna-Lena. - Uh... See you.
[Jim] The robber hid in the wall?
[Jack] Yes, there's a hidden space that we missed.
That must be how the robber got away.
Well, it's bad, isn't it? An entire bloody SWAT team went in
and couldn't even see a hole, is that right?
It's disguised. It's... a disguised wardrobe.
- No bloody wonder they couldn't find it. - Oh.
- [Jack] It should be here. - [Jim] Oh, yeah?
- It has to be here, right? - Uh...
Yeah!
- Oh. - There's a door here.
There's a bloody big door here.
- Must be an old dumbwaiter or something. - Yeah...
[Jack] All right. Yeah.
Oh...
- What is it? - Fuck it.
- What is it? What is it? - Look for yourself.
Oh, aye.
Full of pipes. Not enough space for a person.
And so how... Could he have disappeared in a puff of smoke?
- It's horseshit, for God's sake. - Hang on... [sighs]
- Now I know who the robber is. - Come on?
- Toby the magician. - Oh.
- Awful joke, I'm sorry. - Yeah, you're not wrong there.
Yeah.
[sighs]
Yeah. Don't let this get you down, son.
Hmm.
- You know what the job is like. - Fucking hell! Damn it.
[clattering]
- Hmm... - Sometimes you catch the bad guys,
- and sometimes... - [urinating]
...you just pick yourself up and get over it.
Move on to the next case.
Yeah, well, there's no just getting over this.
I'm gonna bloody solve this case. You'll see.
- Flush when you're done, please. - Huh.
Wanna get something to eat?
Would you mind coming over here? Look at this.
We should be giving this one to the press.
I think it could result in giving us some leads.
Good idea. "If you have X-ray vision, we'd like to hear from you."
Yeah, very funny. Take a moment to look at it.
You can make out the person's build, and the eyes.
Listen, everybody is safe. Nobody is going to press charges.
I don't understand what there is to investigate, yeah?
We can still get to IKEA, you know, before it closes.
The January sales must have started, huh?
Perhaps there's a bargain or two there.
Forgive me, Roger.
It was that policeman.
He kept pushing so hard.
I've been supporting you for a goddamn life.
I know that.
Then it turns out that the project of our life is just a big bloody lie.
[sighs] Hmph.
[sighs]
Ah, shit!
Take a number, and then I can help.
[clicking mouse]
I don't have... I don't have anything!
GIVE ME 6500!
Did you get Zarah Carlström's details after the hostage situation?
- Who, now? - Well...
Zarah Carlström.
Oh, it was that one?
Uh... Yeah, I did, yeah. What about her?
Why didn't you tell me she works at the bank?
The same one that got robbed?
- It was in the file. - No, it says she works at a bank.
It doesn't say the same bank.
No, I guess I didn't think that was relevant.
Are you suggesting she was involved with it herself?
No, but then it did happen, coincidentally.
We'll interview her tomorrow.
Hmm.
[sighs]
Was there more?
- Have we met her before this, do you know? - I don't think so.
It's just that the name, Zarah Carlström, it's familiar. I don't know.
- Zarah Carlström. Yeah, um... - I don't know.
- There's something about it. - I can't recall it, no.
- Sorry. - Fine.
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