This is new.
The next murder. Freddie and the baby.
Who's the third?
You poor, poor girl.
My investigation's finished. The prosecutor will get the material.
Do you know what I think? Your father's death...
...the murder of your mother, the internal investigation and Hans...
It's been too much.
My girls are back. I think all this with Holst
and his baby has opened this can of worms up again.
Show yourself, dammit!
L369G42.
Hello!
The donor was a Freddie Holst.
Conception and pregnancy was confirmed.
- And the mother? - An Anna-Maria Larsson.
Hello, Dad.
- Rasmus? - I know where they are. Raffinaderivej.
There's an abandoned concrete factory here.
- Are Emil and the baby there?- I didn't see anyone.
OK, stay where you are. Wait for back-up.
OK.
Change.
- Why? I have nothing that could lead... - Please, just do it.
Mum always said my dad was a prince who lived in a castle in France.
It's like with Father Christmas.
First you believe it, and then you realise that he doesn't exist.
Please, you mustn't hurt him.
- Did you see where they went? - He shot me.
- You were wearing your vest. - Ever been shot?
- Yes. - It hurts even with a vest.
- Did you see the car? - A Peugeot Partner. Silver.
License plate?
- Come on. - It was Swedish.
Yes?
- Fucking come on! - Wait...
- HUB 382. - Did you just make that up?
- Give me a break. - Henrik...
- But... - What's happening?
We still don't have a fucking clue where they are, thanks to Wonderboy here.
Annika Melander's come to. We'll go there now.
Good.
"Wait for back-up". How hard can that be to understand?
I'm sorry, I... But...
- We...lived in the same foster home. - We know who Emil is.
- Tell us what happened. - I was going to Gothenburg, so we met.
We hadn't seen each other for years, I had time for a coffee, and then...
...I woke up in that room.
- You were both fostered by Johanssons? - Yes.
- Did you treat him badly there? - No one was OK there.
That's not what I asked you.
No, I treated him the same way I treated everyone else.
- Why are you asking? - Emil is going after those who hurt him.
I didn't do anything.
He kidnapped you and tried to frame you for several murders.
I have no idea why.
You have no idea where he is?
- No. - Very well.
Was I reported missing whilst I was gone?
No.
Didn't Claes Sandberg report me missing?
No, he seemed more relieved that you were gone.
She lied about not treating Emil badly.
So it's unlikely they did this together. He wanted to harm her.
We'll keep her under guard.
He'd built an exact copy of the basement room.
Yes. What does it look like in the original room in Ystad now?
We've removed the cordon and the guard.
If it means so much to him, he could be there.
I had a painting in my room. A copy of a cheap amateur oil painting
by some Danish painter who's been deservedly forgotten.
But it was the only beautiful thing in my life. You think I'm exaggerating?
- No. - Yes, you do.
I used to fantasise about what it looked like in there.
It could have contained anything. Anything could happen in there.
Now we're inside the painting.
That's magical, I think.
Do you want to hold him?
Then that psycho Morten Anker appeared.
And I learned about you. The interest in art.
That it was hereditary. And then it was like everything died.
Do you understand?
I wanted to make what you love ugly and twisted.
And I was hoping you would see that.
You're a fucking art expert. Why didn't you see it, Dad?
- Wasn't I good enough? - I don't know...
No, I wasn't good enough.
The house has been secured. It's empty.
- Do you think Emil lived down here? - Maybe.
- Or it was a "Time Out" room. - What's that?
An empty, boring room where you place a child to stop undesired behaviour.
- As punishment? - Some scientists think the child...
...sees it as a natural consequence of destructive behaviour, not punishment.
But they're wrong.
- That painting... - What about it?
It's exactly the same as the one in the room where we found Annika.
- Everything's the same. - No.
The bed's a different make, and the washing bowl.
Similar, but not identical. But the painting is exactly the same.
The Peugeot Rasmus saw, was reported stolen in Lomma yesterday.
- There's no trace of it? - Not yet. What's that?
- A painting. - I can see that.
It's from the foster home where Emil lived.
Find out the artist and title, whether it depicts a real place and if so, where.
Everything we had on Annika Melander, goes for Emil Larsson too.
And there's a link between him and Helle Anker.
We had him and let him go twice.
- You had no reason to suspect him then. - Nevertheless, it was a mistake.
Saga, Henrik, come here...
I scanned the signature and found this.
Claus Arnesen, Danish painter. Has painted thousands of such landscapes.
- Does it have a title? - "A Very Nice Day" from -93.
- Where was it painted? -No idea. Don't even know where to start.
- He's painted these all over Scandinavia. - Is he alive?
Yes, he turned 76 this year. He moved to Saltholm after he retired.
Mid-way between Malmö and Copenhagen.
- Do you have a phone number? - I'll send it.
- Saltholm... Can anyone live there? - Clearly.
- Saga Norén, Malmö CID. - Linn Björkman?
- That's me. - I'm from Lund Forensic Institute.
- It's about one of your paintings. - Do you have a minute?
- Not really. Is it important? - Yes.
- Does it concern our case? - No. But it's important.
- Can I send you a photo of it? - Keep me constantly updated.
Thanks.
- What did he want? - Talk to Linn. What did he say?
He's painted hundreds of "Nice Day" pictures. He has no mobile or PC.
So we can't send him a photo. We have to go there.
Isn't the helicopter from Gothenburg here?
John...
What can I do to make you stop?
- When were you last scared? - I'm scared now.
I've been scared every day since I was five.
No one should have to go through that.
I didn't know about you. You can't punish me for something no one knew.
I'm not punishing you. I'm righting a wrong that was done.
Stand up.
Stand up!
Get up.
Get up!
Claus Arnesen? Saga Norén, Malmö CID. Henrik Sabroe, Copenhagen Police.
- What did you say? - Saga Norén, Malmö CID.
My colleague Henrik Sabroe. I called you earlier. Do you recognise this?
I can't see it. Come in.
Let's see now... My glasses.
- No. They're not there. - No?
- No, they're not. - Any idea where they could be?
Maybe by my bed.
- Why this interest in my paintings? - One turned up in a murder case.
- What? - One turned up in a murder case.
There you are.
- Let's see... - Do you recognise this?
- Yes, that's mine. I painted that. - Yeah?
- 1993. Do you remember where? - No, I don't.
- I painted hundreds of these. - There's a building in the background.
- Do you recognise that? - Yes, yes. I can see it now.
- Do you know where it is? - There.
Where, there?
- To the south. On the eastern side. - On this island?
- Is that barn here on the island? - Yes, a couple of kilometres away.
What do we do? The helicopter?
- If he's there, he'll hear it. - It will be quicker.
But he'll hear us coming. And he's got Freddie and the baby.
There, there, there...
There, there, shh...
There, there...
Stop.
Saga called. We think we know where they are.
- Where? - Saltholm.
- Get up there. - No.
Then I'll shoot you, and you'll never know what happens to my little brother.
Put the noose around your neck.
- Don't do this. - I have to.
You don't have to do anything. You can choose. You always have a choice.
Only if you have power. Powerless people never have a choice.
They just have to take whatever comes.
You can hold him as long as you're conscious, then I guess you'll drop him.
- He won't survive the fall. - No. Not everybody survives the fall.
You and I together.
Inside a painting.
"A Very Nice Day".
- What do we do? Back-up's coming. - We can't wait.
Come, come... I've got him.
Saga! Grab Emil!
Saga, grab Emil! Put him down, grab Emil!
He killed Hans.
Saga, grab Emil! Grab Emil! Saga, for fuck's sake!
Saga, grab Emil!
Come on!
Let go! Let go! Move over. We've got him.
Were you really going to let him die?
Saga?
I shot them. I had to.
I didn't know any of them.
Except Morten a little bit.
OK.
Then we have these.
My works.
I was trying to get his attention.
Freddie's?
But no one understood. You guys didn't either.
So I had to help you.
I had 172 pills of various sorts which I was going to take when he came.
- When who came? - My half-brother. Morten.
His mother felt guilty because he had gone crazy in Afghanistan.
- His mother Helle Anker? - She wanted to tell who he really was.
She gave him a code.
He wanted to tell me about his roots. I wasn't really listening, but...
But he said one thing.
He said:
"Why should I suffer when those responsible for my torment do not?"
OK... So, these people were responsible for your suffering?
Johanssons we know quite a lot about.
Hans Pettersson took you back to them when you ran away.
That's when I ended up in the basement.
- Have you seen the basement? - Yes.
And Lars-Ove Abrahamsson abused you sexually?
He abused me for four years.
Right. And Håkan Ekdahl placed you in the Johanssons' care.
Placed me and kept me there.
What about these two?
Freddie Holst and Helle Anker... Why them?
My creators.
They're your creators, yeah.
But why exactly them, Emil?
- Can you remember your mother? - Yes.
- What was she like? - She loved me.
So one would assume that if she hadn't died, you would've been fine.
She collapsed in the kitchen whilst making my breakfast.
- Not Freddie Holst's fault. - Why are we talking about this?
Didn't you have any grandparents or other family?
You think that's why? That I punished him because he wasn't there when I grew up?
- Didn't you? - I'm not punishing anyone.
The other ones didn't take responsibility.
It was justice, not punishment. You understand the difference?
- And Freddie Holst? Helle Anker? - Consequences.
- I don't understand. - They...
There was a way to avoid all this.
All the pain, all the fear... All the death...
And what was that?
I should never have been born.
I don't know how much you know, but...
Here he is. He was saved.
Do you want to hold him?
No.
I don't want to see him.
I'll take him.
- There... I'll be with you shortly. - Sure.
The receipt for the payment to your account.
I...added a bit.
I'm really sorry about everything that happened.
I mean it.
Yeah...
Thank you.
I've transcribed your interview. You have to sign it.
- You still don't want a lawyer? - No.
You knew Hans Pettersson?
Yes.
And you liked him?
Yes.
Did he like you?
- Yes. - So you were friends?
Then why did you save me?
I'm a police officer.
You wanted to die?
I didn't want to die. I wanted to never have been born.
It's not exactly the same thing.
Do you understand?
No, you don't understand.
You had a friend, someone who needed you. A pen...?
Annika Melander has been cleared, and we're releasing Claes Sandberg.
Did he choose happiness?
- Thanks for the cooperation. - Likewise.
- Did Lillian get hold of you? - Yes, I'm going there now.
Good.
- Really good work. - Thank you.
Thank you.
- Hans' funeral is tomorrow. - Yes. I know.
- Have you been to any funerals? -Yes, a couple. Haven't you?
No.
- Your sister's? - I didn't go.
- Why? - I couldn't.
- But you'll come to Hans'? -Will you come with me?
- Do you want me to? - Yes.
- Then I will. See you tomorrow. - Yes.
- Hi. - Hi.
- What's this about? - Let's talk inside.
- Do you want anything? - No thanks.
- Could we sit down? - Yes, of course.
A couple of weeks ago a skeleton was uncovered in Sweden during roadworks.
OK. Listen... Fine.
I'd like some leave. Could you give it to someone else?
They estimated it had been in the ground for five, six years.
They managed to identify it from DNA samples.
- It's Alice. - No.
It's not.
- No, it's not. - I'm so sorry...
- No, they're wrong. - We'll do everything to help...
They're wrong, I tell you.
And you're wrong.
Where are my girls? Where are my girls?
- We don't know. - They were together!
- Where are they? They were with her! - We don't know.
Where was she found?
OK, we're going there. Come!
- Have they stopped searching? - They dug in all directions.
- Used dogs, radar. They're not here. - They must be.
If victims are buried in different places, the distance is always greater, you know that.
This could mean they're alive.
I'm fully aware of that. And that almost makes it worse.
I know you're alone...
But it was a completely normal day. I went to work.
And your mother was going to...
Your mother was going to...
When someone takes the life of someone we love...
...our hearts can easily fill with darkness.
And we wish that person ill.
Anger takes over our grief
and suppresses our happy memories of Hans, which we need so much.
Hans would not have wanted that.
He always tried, despite the work he did
to see the good in every human being.
You gave him life.
Receive him in your peace.
And give him, for the sake of Jesus Christ, a happy resurrection.
Bye.
Saga?
- How are you? - Henrik didn't come.
But...I thought you'd spoken to him.
About what?
Henrik Sabroe. I can't answer right now. Leave your name and number.
They've found Alice.
I've obviously thought that they could be dead.
But I thought they were together.
Whatever happened, they had each other.
Without their mother, how will they cope?
Are you using narcotics?
Stimulants.
Then sleeping pills to help you relax.
How long have you been using?
- Since they disappeared. - Have you been on drugs at work?
The entire time.
- That's serious misconduct. Criminal. - And such things must be reported.
Right?
Do you remember us talking about why I never let people get close to me?
Yes.
Do you remember why?
Because, one way or another, everyone has either left you or hurt you.
Are you here? How was the funeral?
I don't know. I have nothing to compare it with.
- I thought you'd take today off. - No, I must finish off Emil's case.
Emil is dead. He killed himself in his cell.
- How? - He cut his wrists.
Somehow he'd got hold of a paperclip.
Is everything OK?
No. He got the paperclip from me.
I don't know if he took it or I left it behind.
Come with me.
There's something else I have to tell you.
As you know, Kjell Grankvist has passed on his findings to the prosecutor.
Yes.
I don't think you did anything to your mother.
But the forensic evidence can't be dismissed.
- They'll start preliminary proceedings. - It may not go any further.
But I'm innocent. I had hoped that was enough.
I'll be investigated and taken off duty.
I'm really sorry.
I had a motive and no alibi. And they have forensic evidence.
- I'll be found guilty! - Let's not get ahead of ourselves.
Saga?
Saga! Saga!
- Why? - Why do you think?
- I can't let you look for them on your own. - Can't you?
- You won't give me leave? - No.
- OK. I resign with immediate effect. - Henrik...
- I'll send it in writing. - But...
John? Is Saga here?
You haven't heard?
Heard what?
Saga! It's me!
Saga?
Hey, Wiki!
What are you doing here again?
I've quit my job.
I like my job.
Not the way you do, but I like being a detective.
But that's not all that I was.
I was Alice's husband as well.
And I was the father of two girls. And that was taken from me.
And now you think everything will be taken from you. But fuck that.
You're not going to just give up.
Saga? I really need you.
You must not give up, because I know we can find my daughters. You and I, OK?
- Stay there! - Saga!
- Stay there! - Don't you do it!
- Stay there! - Saga!
Saga! Listen to what I'm saying! I need you!
Saga!
Look at this. A car was stolen on the morning that they disappeared.
Ten minutes from our house.
Are you coming?
- It's a six year old car theft. - I know.
Even if we find it, the chances that it will lead anywhere are minimal.
Yes. I'm fully aware of that.
But I haven't got anything better to do. Have you?
No.
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