01x05 - The Pearl Hotel

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Where are you?

Where do you want to go?

Patch from mom? Welfare office...

Do you have money?
It is expensive to go in a taxi.

They all get social assistance ...!

Put your seatbelt on!

Here in Sweden We have Law.
Belt must on!

We have laws we live by.
What are you doing here?

What a night?
All year?

-How long have they been working on her?
-Too long.

I'm sorry. We've lost her.

She's died.

Gunvald!

f*ck you!

Have you identified her?

"We know nothing about her.
-Let me see her?

-Shouldn't we have gone with him?
"He didn't want us to.

I'll call him
as soon as I get in.

-I'm shaky, too.
-I wonder who she was.

-Was she really bad hurt...?
-Yes. She's better off out of it.

-Her parents ........
-Thanks for the ride.

-Poor little thing...
"I feel better now.

I meant Gunvald.

Goodbye.

-Hey! What is it?
Sturgeon-I?

-You want something?
-Tea ...?

I've actually meant beer.

"I rang Wersén...
-Was he happy?

-Why would he be?
"I don't know.

It wasn't your fault.
It was an accident.

Why don't you get some one to do your shirts?

The ironing? Why would I do that?
Do you?

She was eight years old, approximately.

-How do you know?
"They can tell accurately from the teeth.

You can sleep here if you want.

-Do you know how my father passed away?
-No.

Neither do I. He just disappeared.

He always told the family that he
would disappear without a trace one day.

"When the time came," he said.

We didn't think it was strange
because we'd heard it so many times.

One day he was gone.

He was 72 years old.

And we knew
that father had done what he said he would.

-Disappeared?
-Yes.

"When did he disappear?
"Seven years ago.

Seven years and two months.

-Did you make any inquiries?
-No.

Mother did not want me to. She thought
that we should respect his wishes.

And did you?
-Yes.

-Do you not know where he is?
"He's dead.

Tough guy!

Gunvald...

-What is it?
-Good. And yourself?

The internal inquiry team want to
talk to you.

Reckless driving
and involuntary manslaughter.

It can carry a four year custodial sentence.

"She ran out between parked cars.
Witness statements prove it.

Two witnesses saw you talking
on your mobile phone. Is that true?

It was impossible to stop.

We've checked the braking skid marks.
What were you doing ..... around 70?

It was 40-50.
There was an emergency.

-What emergency?
Q-Beck.

"It's confidential.
-Beck... Of course.

-What the hell do you mean by that?
-Were you talking on a mobile phone?

Yes, in the course of duty.
Is it proscribed?

If you hit and k*ll a child, it could be considered
as severe aggravating circumstances.

Who were you talking to?

Clark Olofsson.

This kind of mistake is
often down to the astrological sign.

Jupiter was in the quadrature
of Saturn.

It can be a disadvantage
for this kind of operation.

It was imprudent.

-Do you have the same opinion?
-No.

-Do you have another explanation?
"It will not be repeated.

That's not what I asked.

A link in the chain broke.
It's repaired now.

You have sown in the tie.

You accuse my department
of irresponsiblity?!

We undertake the most difficult missions
in the country.

We handle them professionally!

If you've got any criticisms,
report them to the board!

We are just...

Gunvald Larsson will continue in service
as long as I want him to!

If we decide to suspend Larsson,
then we'll do it. Be sure of that.

Thanks!

-For what?
-This Gunvald business.

It is not about Gunvald,
Martin. It is about the dept.

We need him.

We need him working on this m*rder.

Two dead in a car blast.
It could be an attack.

Then it's a job for SAPO.

The taxi driver has been identified,
but not the passenger.

-We'll start by...
"I'll give it a miss.

-What will you be doing?
-Finding out who she was.

Fourteen-boxes of charred body parts.
"How do you like that?

Here's what it looks like - kebabs.

Then it's premium cut,
it's no ordinary butchery.

the passenger probably wore the b*mb himself.

We've found fragments of Pyrex
in a rib.

Pyrex-...?
-Refractory glassware. Do you want to see?

No thanks. Strange...
That he wore it directly on his body?

"It could have been a suicide attack.
In a Stockholm Taxi?

We've found the remnants of a passport.

It was in a leather case
which had been burnt in the torso. Russian.

There's no record for the taxi on the 26th

Black-market?
-Probably.

"He came from...
-Russia.

The taxi was blown up two minutes
from Silja terminal.

He comes on the ferry
every morning.

Check with the other taxi drivers.
He may have been behaving oddly.

He had a b*mb
strapped to his chest.

The taxi was at the terminal.
Two drivers can attest to that.

-Did they see the Russian?
-Just that he got a fare

His name isn't
on the passenger list.

Maybe he snuck on board.

Or the passport is false.
Send his picture to Interpol.

-What about the ferry?
-No one'll recognize him on board.

Maybe he wasn't on the boat.
Maybe he was still at the terminal.

-No trace of her?
-Not a damn thing.

I've asked everywhere.

No one has seen her.
No parents have come forward.

No missing child reports?

A bloody mystery. Children don't just disappear
without anybody missing them.

Someone must claim her.

-Sooner or later...
"I must get out now!

There have to be parents...

-Relatives, friends...
someone!

-Yes, but...
"But what then?!

It's not our job.
We are not "Missing Persons".

She's not missing, she's dead.
k*lled by me.

"It's still not our job.
That's easy for you to say.

I can understand that you must feel bad...

-But it would be best if you just
concentrated on your job.

-Internal are watching you.
-f*cking assholes.

Help us to break the case.

"We need to search...
-Are you listening?!

I need to know who she was.

-What do we do with Gunvald?
-Poor little thing...!

"He can't go on like this.
-Maybe I should talk to him?

Why?

He was very considerate to me.

-when?
-When I felt unwell.

After-Lofjärd?
"We got closer.

-Maybe he'd listen to me.
-Yes, you never know with him.

Gunvald dances very well.
Do you?

Hmmm... I'm more of a jazz buff.

Gunvald hates jazz!
-Gunvald hate most things.

"He speaks nine languages. It's extraordinary.
-How many?

I was the worst...

-Aren't you wondering how many I can speak?
-Three.

-How do you know that?
-You're quite normal.

-Thanks!
-Martin...

-Will you have some tea?
-Yes.

Open now!

I know he's in there.
He always does this!

Hello!

This is Peter.

Hello.

-This is Peter.
-Lena.

He's my boyfriend.
Dad has never met him.

You're a cop, you can make sure someone is jailed!

-Don't close the door!
-Come on, let's go.

I want to go alone.

I can walk myself!

We should have gone to the movies instead.

Should we be out here all night?

-So you are a journalist?
-Peter's stopped now.

-What are you doing now?
-Nothing.

-Don't you have a job?
-Well, I'm unemployed.

Come on!
- He thinks he's funny.

-Tiring!
-Where are you?

-Temperament...
"It's wonderful.

-Although she sometimes becomes depressed.
-Why?

She says she's not.

-Her brother died some time ago.
Half-brother - she is usually out there.

-Does she often get depressed?
"Sometimes.

-Why does she say no to me?
-You're her father.

The man who was blown up
in a taxi was of foreign origin.

Scary...
Do you think it was a deal?

A drug deal goes wrong and somebody
put a b*mb in his luggage.

-Haven't you finished with being a journalist?
"It is an occupational disease.

A dope line in Burma
smuggled heroin in infants.

They drugged the children
and filled them with heroin.

People are more wicked than you think.

What is it?

-Hi.
-What happened to the old lady?

She is an unhappy woman...

-To love your neighbour...
or want to sleep with him.

"There's a difference.
-For some people. What have you been on?

"I think he was a smuggler.
-What?

"Interpol's list -
international contraband. "

-What are we looking for?
-Goods of an expl*sive nature.

-Uranium?
"It doesn't spontaneously ignite.

Strontium-?
-Same thing. Stop...!

"It is a silvery white metal."

"With a golden yellow colour when cut..."

"... Melting point of 28.4 degrees."

"Smuggled usually
in small glass vials. "

"In contact with air the
material ignites spontaneously... "

"... And burns explosively."

Cesium 133 is used to control satellites.

And it's on their list.
-What does that mean?

That cesium is hard to get unless
you have the right contacts.

So he smuggled cesium?

Alert Oljelund to the possibility of cesium
and ask him to look for corrosion.

Burns...!

It was no coincidence.

The dead man was smuggling
cesium here.

It's just one of many.

You mean, expl*sives
smuggled into the country...

-With the help of ill*gal immigrants?
Can you prove it?

No, but I think it's
organized abroad.

It's insane! Have we informed the
other authorities?

He probably had
no idea what he was carrying.

He made a mistake,
the ampoules came into contact with air...

And then everything exploded.
We need to reconsider the whole case.

We don't have a k*ller,
we have an expl*sive smuggler.

Smuggling's not our job. It's Customs.

This case is about
live bombs on crowded ferries!

I certainly don't think we should hand it
over to anyone else.

I think it's
controlled by Russians.

"But the couriers are from here.
-A Swedish citizen was hit.

A new expl*si*n would... My God!

I think that we should work the case.

What do you think, Martin?

We don't know when or where the next run will take place

It could happen anywhere.
It's a complicated operation.

-Do we have the resources to cover it?
-I'll authorise all our resources.

Speaking of which, where is Gunvald?

He's checking out where the smuggled
goods could have originated from.

Come on, Martin.

I covered for Gunvald with the CU.
I trusted him. Was I wrong?

No. He's trying to find out
the identity of the girl.

He can stop his private policing
and get himself back here!

We've got a complex investigation!

It's not good enough for him to run around
trying to appease his own conscience!

If he has personal problems, he can
see the staff therapist.

He's just making himself more interesting to the CU.

What can I do - tie him up?

You can remind him of his duty.
You are his manager!

Otherwise, you can send him to
me. I've no problem with that stuff!

-What is your problem, then?
-haemorrhoids.

He's right.

I'm sick myself.

-What good is it?
-You won't have to hear his damn whining.

It is not him I'm worried about...

What can I say...?

It just sits there,
like a big black lump...

And spinning in my head,
around the clock.

-Can you sleep?
Two-Sobril and a splint.

Then it calms down.

I need you here, Gunvald.

Directorate of the Unit, Customs,
Police in Finland, the Baltic States...

All recognize the seriousness and promise complete
reconnaissance activity around the ferries.

We do not know who the smugglers are
or even which ferry.

All passengers using the Finland and
Estonia ferries need to be searched.

We can't do it. We don't have the resources.

You'd prefer another Estonia disaster?

Gunvald... She was a foreigner.

-Who? The girl?
-Yes.

This woman is from Iran.
She saw the drawing in the newspaper.

The girl's hair band has
an Iranian design.

Presumably, she was Kurdish.
- A Kurd?

Gunvald! It's not our job.

Her parents haven't come forward?
They may not know that...

Gunvald!

We have a lot to do.

Just in time!

Sturgeon-I?
-No.

-When did I get my own room?
-You can have this one.

Remember when we were at home
with Martin after he collapsed?

On the way back I told you
about the Japanese climber...

-Frozen to death sitting on top of K2.

I think of her sometimes.

-Why?
I don't know.

It feels good to know
she's sitting there.

What do you think about?

-When?
-When you don't feel too good

Martin's asked you to talk to me?

Does it bother you? Why?

-Have you run over and k*lled someone?
-No.

All right.

But I was close
to being shot dead recently.

How about that...

Fancy going dancing?

-Now?
-Why not?

-Have you tasted it?
-What is it?

Parfait d'Amour
with a splash of Negersäd.

The money-transfer is set for tomorrow.
-Good.

And the bag?
-It stands on the spot.

We have interrogated 23 people today.

Did any talk?
"They're getting irritated, apparently.

-Who's 'they'?
-The rumors have spread well.

And restaurants?
"They're teeming with them.

It is full of hiding places!

Private landlords, g*y
offering protection against six...

Working on it!
Do you have the passport photo?

I'll visit some places.

Anything new about her?

Have you heard of the Carlslund?
She could be an "anchor baby".

We call them "anchor". They don't have any documented history.

Their parents are waiting to get into the country.

When the children get asylum,
they expect to get it as well.

Unfortunately, many parents
never get here.

The children remain here.

Because we don't know what they are called
or where they come from...

-We don't know
where to send them.

We have hundreds of anchor children here.

-All of them are orphans?
-Yes. I don't know her, though

She may not have had the time to come forward.

"Hello. Do you recognize this girl?"

- "Do you recognize her?"
- "Only the man."

"Who is he?"

-Who is the man in the photo?
"It is a person we are looking for.

"Let me see your photo?"

"That's my dad."

Live bombs on our ferries?
It's horrific!

-That's why we need your help.
-What can we do?

-Search all passengers.
-We can't go that far.

-Why not?
"We can't and don't want to go that far.

It is impossible. It would have a major negative affect on the passengers!

How would they be affected
by an expl*si*n on their ferry?

-We can help in so far as...
-... It doesn't adversely affect your profits!

-Have we finished?
-Almost. There is one more thing to think about.

Ferry traffic has just begun to
recover after the Estonia disaster, hasn't it?

Publicity about the horrific possibility...

-... of live bombs
on a crowded ferry...

-Could slow down that recovery quite significantly.
Tabloids tend to ...

"It should certainly not come out!
"There, we do agree.

Is it possible to adopt an anchor child ...

-If they don't have any parents here...

And you don't know
what to do with them?

Would you be able to find out
for me?

.............

-Have you found any work at all?
-No. There are no jobs.

It seems hopeless right now.
How do you manage?

He works as a gigolo at the Sheraton.
You're so damn curious!

-How is it going to change?
-Are you starting now?

-Why don't you talk about me?
"You do that pretty well yourself.

-Do you know what happened yet?
-What about?

-Was he an ill*gal immigrant?
-Why do you think that?

"I don't know...
"There are quite a few in town.

-Do you know where they are from?
-Do you think Peter is an ill*gal, is that it?!

-No, he's a journalist.
"He's finished with that!

"I just thought that...
-What?

You may know people
who know people...

You're completely hopeless!
Do you ever think of anything else but work?!

Kovik farm.
A horse stud in Värmdö.

I was in with the arseholes
at CU this morning. I got a reprimand.

-Is that all?
-Should it have been more?

It looks like they're out to get us.

"They don't like the way we do things.
"It's a shitty job!

Just don't sleep
without the rule book under your pillow.

I don't sleep at all.

-What are you doing here?
-What's that?

The Old office.
-Open it!

You have two seconds, then you'd better run
We struggled with the horses mouth before!

-What's this?
"They only stay here temporarily...

To help you get ill*gal workers.

-What's your name?!
-Chip 'n Dale.

They are ill*gal immigrants, smuggled in

-They work the days
and hide out here at night!

-You are accusing me of...
Stop!

Do you know this man?

-What did he say?
"It's his brother.

Why don't you say something?

-How long have you been here?
-Where is my brother?

What is it?

These are the remains
of an ill*gal immigrant.

-What business is that to me?
It's your brother.

-You 're lying.
-Why would we?

"It 's not my brother!
"This is the man in the photo you saw.

We've met his son Alex.
Did you see him?

Didn't you know that you are smuggling
high expl*sives?

Suleyman...

He's dead.
We don't want more people to die.

How do you bring the cesium in?

The glass...

Next to your body? How do you dare do it?

"They don't say what it is
-Who are 'they'?

You didn't know
what was in the vials?

-Why did you agree to that?
-To get here.

-How do you mean?
"I am poor, I have no money.

"I did not know what was in them.
-Why do you smuggle them in?

I had to, it is the only way.

If you can't pay $10 000,
you have to take the vials.

-To get to Sweden?
"It is the price.

-Where did you get the vials?
-In Moscow.

-Without knowing what they contained?
-Who gave them to you?

I don't know. Men... Russians.
We do not ask, you just take them.

-How did you come into contact with them?
-Everyone knows about them.

-You go to McDonald's on the Arbat.
On the Arbat?

-Who takes the vials here in Sweden?
-A man.

Where?

In Stockholm.

How did you get there?

I got there with two Russians.
We took a taxi.

-What did it look like outside?
Dark-...... a street shops.

-Was it a hotel?
-They went in through a glass door.

There was a bird on the door.

What kind of bird?

What is it?

-That '?
-Yes.

I saw it when I walked around showing the artwork.

-Shall we go in?
-Absolutely not.

My name is Martin Beck.
We are from the police.

Can we look around in the
apartment? Don't worry, nothing has happened ..

Come in.

-Quiet! Can you hear that?
-What?

They live in the attic.

-What do?
-Children. They have been locked up there for a long time.

We would need to look out
the window.

-Can you see?
-Perfect.

Gunvald? Gunvald!

"We will come back in a while.
"I live here.

-Do you know what this is?
-A scarab.

Hold it against your breast,
so you can hear your heart's secrets.

Do we have to sit at home with her?

-People are afraid of ghosts for less!
-You are so tough.

-What is it like to have children?
- ..... Children?

You're always worried.
First in case they fall down the stairs...

Then later in case they become nerstuckna
and start to do drugs...

And then in case they become unlucky.
All of it will be your fault.

I don't have any children.

But I plan to get one.
With Lena.

-You are kidding, right?
-I am thinking about adoption.

You...?

Why shouldn't I adopt a child?

Yes... no... some...
Who are you going to adopt?

A little boy on Carl Lund.
He has...

He hasn't already got a father?
Would you like to adopt him?

"I'm thinking about it.
"It's not a good idea, Gunvald.

As a single man
you have very little chance of being accepted.

And, it's not because of the boy,
it's because of the girl.

You want to make good her death
by...

That's not what I want at all!

- Plus, this is not a good job for child rearing!
-Well I can change my job.

-Who takes the first shift?
-You!

good fishing.
-Works department?

-Have you thanked Peter for the tip?
-No.

It's curious
how he knew about...

the stud at Kovik.

"He's a journalist.
"He's unemployed - so he says.

-Do you think he's lying?
-You never know.

Inger doesn't see or hear anything.
-Have you got something against Peter?

Not personally.

"It's two different worlds.
-Inger's and Peter's?

-Maybe he is a fundamentalist fanatic.
-Stop that, now!

-You know how they view women...
-Don't you trust Inger?

Yes. No! When you're in love
you can lose all reason.

-Do you speak from personal experience?
-Yes, to some extent.

Would you react the same if
your son came home with an immigrant?

I have no son.

-I'm sorry...
"It doesn't matter, Lena.

You're right.
But I would still like to check Peter out.

Their private life is none of your business!

"She's my daughter!
-Are you going to spy on her now?

What have you got to do with this?

Lena! Sorry...

-Hi.
-Oh, hi ... sshh, Quiet ...

f*cking b*tch. It's Enokson.
Females...!

Invites you in for a constant Maker,
and then they think it's sleep in time.

Isn't she already married?

She waits until he falls asleep .....
She has beautiful toes...

-Did you have a break in?
-A Burglary?

-The guy who stood in the door...
"It was Inger's boyfriend.

-How can she...!
-You were recently associating with a Finn.

"She was actually my cleaner.
And...?

Her Dad was in the Winter w*r
and her brother fought against Franco in Spain.

-Do you say anything?
-No. Why should I?

I've bought myself a trombone.

"We know that they contacted the Arbat.
-Outside McDonald's?

They are Chechens!

Our people don't work like that.
It's controlled from Chechnya.

"They are behind all the bullshit we get.
"I understand.

"We've been observing that location for a long while.
-You know about it?

We know about the human trafficking
- The entire chain.

From Russia via the Baltic
to Scandinavia.

It's controlled by the Chechen mafia.
Look at this...

He's active in Scandinavia...

And maintains close relations with
Estonia and Finland. Mikhail Gorzi.

-Can I get a copy?
"We are delighted to share all information.

Maybe we can finally get closer to
Gorzi and his organization.

We will inform you as soon as we notice
even the slightest movement.

Thanks for your help.

Do you recognize him?

Was he the one that took the vials?
-Yes

-Were there any more there?
-No, only those in the car.

It's so quiet.

Small red ba*ls in the sandbox
down there.

Lips burnt in the glass.

Is it this quiet everywhere?

-He would probably like to become a legend.
-Who?

"He dreamed his dreams.
-Yes, he was a butcher.

-Do you want to cut my nails?
-No.

I saw the girl.

-From Pearl?
"She ran away.

-Old Lady saw everything.
-Why do you trust her?

She's damn lucid.... in her own way!

-Who's with her now?
-Banck. He cut her nails.

-Sit down.
-I'm going to the Pearl.

We need information about her.

Someone who knows where she came from,
what her name is...

You do not go to the Pearl!

We can't risk them discovering
the police are watching! Sit!

-f*ck you.
-Gunvald!

If you do something that jeopardizes
this operation, so ...

So...?

-Where is it?
-Here.

-Is that him?
-Yes. Who is the other one?

Send a copy to the Russians.

Do You Want To See
Your Daughter Again?

-Do you like crows?
-Do you?

I was a crow in my previous life.
What were you?

A Watchman.

One night?

-Unfortunately, we're full.
-Quiet!

-Do you want a double bed?
-Sure.

Get a double room ready, Tolvan!

Who is it?

Looking for me?

I called his home,
his mobile .....

"He picks his shirts well.
-Martin, the Russian police.

Beck.

Thank you. - There may be a new way.

-Do we know what ferry the smuggler took?
-The one from Tallinn.

-Strip-search all passengers.
-He'll lead us to the couriers.

-Let 's get on board and look for ourselves!
-And then we'll find him?

What do we do if we find him?

Do we let a living b*mb
walk around on a crowded ferry?

No, we can not do that.

What a f*cking dilemma...
- What do you think, Gunvald?

-What do you think?
-About what?

-What we are discussing!
"I think the same as Martin.

-Take him?
-Right.

"We need to hurry!
-Have you seen these?

-When did this person arrive?
-Kl. 14:47 yesterday.

Let's go.

I'm getting tired, Gunvald.
-what of? - Of you.

-What were you doing in the Pearl?
-I?

Nice hat...

-Will you talk?
-Maybe.

She lived there.
It's teeming with ill*gal immigrants.

-You had received an order, Gunvald.
"She waited there for her parents.

"I have contact.
-Hold on, watch he doesn't give us the slip.

"He was the one in the photo next to Gorzi.
-Then where is he?

Move! - What the hell are you doing?

-Go home to your own f*cking country!
-Calm down...

Don't tell me
me to calm me down!

Swedish Police!

"He's got nothing on him.
-Where's the woman?

Close the terminal!

I'm so sorry, But We Need your help.

Where are the others?

Where the f*ck are the others?!

Stand still!

-What's that?
-Bombs. Drop the g*n.

-You're lying.
-Want to try it? Drop the g*n!

-I throw it, we die.
-Come on.

-Don 't play with me, it blows up like hell.
-Come on!

-Now it's my turn.
-No, you're crazy!

Back to normal, huh?

Thank you.

Is There Someone we could call for you?
Any relatives?

Yes! My daughter.

-Why do you walk?
I don't know... Fresh Air.

-What do you think of all this?
-Tragic?

When I started it was all terribly heavy.

I didn't know how to stop it affecting me.

Then it just became part of the routine.

There was always a new case
to hide behind.

-Now it's different.
-How?

-What about Stig?
"I don't know... It's begun to die down.

-Are you feeling better?
-Yes. It fades away, like everything else.

-Are you bitter?
-Maybe not bitter...

It feels like I've thrown away
years of something I believed in.

-You are still young.
"I have to think so. Martin...

-Are you afraid?
-Scared?

-You seem to be afraid sometimes.
-Of what?

Of everything you've experienced.

No, I'm not.
I'll tell you what I'm afraid of.

Periodontitis...

Cancer... loneliness... aging.
Those, I fear.

One morning you wake up and your blind.

But it's just your forehead all wrinkled and
bags under your eyes.

Are you afraid?

No.