02x03 - Episode 3

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To the right,
you have Werner Gyllenmark,

the other is Egil Grip.

We think Petra's m*rder*r was
someone she knew and trusted.

I need to know
it doesn't look manipulated.

If you can tell it's him, I'll pay
as soon as I see the material.

-I don't think I want you here.
-Where should I go?

-You'll figure it out.
-I had someone fantastic.

She doesn't want me anymore,
because of you.

You can't put it all on me.

The less I see you, the better.

I like you, I really do.

-So, can't we just...
-Be together?

But you and Marianne were together
a long time.

You'll always be
in one another's lives.

Old love doesn't rust.

True enough.

-I can't buy your house.
-Sad to hear.

About as sad as it will be
for Vendela

to hear you're still in love
with your ex-wife.

The clock's ticking.

I didn't think
you could sink so low.

I'm not interested in hearing
your moral sermons, Werner.

So? What'll it be?

I won't be giving you money.

Okay?

But Inez, you don't have to worry,
because I've solved your debts.

I bought the house
at executive auction.

But you can continue to live there
if you want to.

So we can spare Vendela from
learning how you've behaved.

-But it's my house!
-Not anymore.

Now you're just a tenant.

Agreed?

You've got some more biscuits
in the drawer under there.

THE BEACH HOTEL

That they would do that...

The police came to my place

and basically asked
if I wanted to k*ll Petra.

This is a nightmare.

So they no longer suspect Sebastian?

-Right?
-Okay. So that's all you care about?

How it will work out for Sebastian.

No, it's not.

Sorry,
but I think I'm about to lose it.

I should probably get out of here.

Don't you think
that would look suspicious?

Do you think I'd do anything
to Petra?

No, of course not.

I think you should try to keep calm.

-Yeah, but how?
-I know.

I can't do this, Julie.

There. Nice to have that behind me.

When's the moving truck arriving?

This is everything.

Well, I haven't gotten around
to collecting too much.

What about your furniture?

-I've given it away.
-What? Just like that?

But I've got room for your stuff.

Really?

You're right.
We shouldn't collect too much.

I'd be happy to help you
clear some stuff out.

-These, for example.
-No way! Not those.

-Lukas gave me those.
-Oh, okay.

Didn't you have something important
you were going to do?

Oh, that's right, the exhibition!

You're coming to have a look, right?

I wouldn't miss
the hundredth anniversary.

We can deal with all this later.

-Yeah.
-Okay. Bye.

Bye.

SALTSJÖVIK BEACH HOTEL

Hi.

Hi.

Can I come by later?

Just to pick up some clothes.

Okay. I finish at seven. You've got
keys so get them before then.

Okay.

Look who it is.

Hi.

What a welcome.

-How was it?
-Good. But I'm tired.

-And hungry.
-Okay.

Is this what you eat
when I'm not home?

I couldn't be bothered,
but I can order something for you.

Thank you.

Ah, so you're home.

-Yes.
-How did it go at the gallery?

Right, how did it go?

It went fine.

Good.

What about you? What have you done
while I've been away?

We've kept busy...

Right, Werner?

Yeah...

Okay...

But hey, go run a bath,
I'll order your favourite food.

You're an angel. Thank you.

SALTSJÖVIK MARINA

-Hey.
-Hey.

You wanted this for the exhibition?

Yes, thank you.

It would have been good to get it
before we opened.

A lot's happened here in 100 years.

Yes.

If it wasn't for men like Werner,

it would still be
a sleepy little fishing town.

Men like Werner and Egil, I mean.

-Who's that?
-What do you mean?

I've seen this photo of Dad and
Werner before, but who's the third?

It's Fredrik Brons,

their third companion,
I thought you knew.

No...

Fredrik owned the property
the hotel is built on.

But it didn't work.

How do you mean?

Well...

As I understand it,
Fredrik had psychological problems.

I think Werner and Egil tried
to help him.

But he just got worse and worse.

It became unsustainable.

After he left the hotel,
he started drinking and...

it ended badly.

What happened?

He shot his wife
and threw himself off a cliff.

Excuse me.

-Am I interrupting?
-No.

Did you want something?

The meeting
with the department heads...

-You didn't show up.
-Oh, damn...

Sorry.

There's been a lot on my plate.

Now Werner's okay with reduced room
cleaning, we need to alter staffing.

-Have we looked over this properly?
-Yes, I think so.

There's no way
to redistribute tasks?

Then we won't reduce costs.

I'm sorry to say it
but we need to get them down.

Do you want me to take care of it?

No, I'm CEO.

It should come from me.

If you sign my contract, you'll
reduce your costs considerable.

Julie and I can't agree to this.

It's less than half of what we pay
now, how would you make it work?

I feel like that's my business,
but...

you think it's too cheap?

Is the meat still organic?

Yeah, pretty much.

We have standards to uphold.
We can't buy just any produce.

Are you saying
I sell bad produce?

Don't treat me like an idiot.

I didn't come here to be insulted.

No... so it might be best you leave.

-Leave?
-Oh, sorry.

-Who's this?
-This is Rebecka Adolfsson.

She's part owner of Mistral.

Oh, hi.

Oscar Wallentin.

I run Wallentin Produce
and other companies.

Yes, I've heard of you.

Oscar came with an offer.

He wants to take over
all deliveries to the hotel.

Don't we already have
produce providers?

Exactly.
Unfortunately, we have to say no.

But thank you for coming
and I appreciate that you...

What's the situation with CCTV here?
Do they work properly?

I'll send over a contract.

And you'll sign it.

It was nice to see you.

Good bye.

-Good morning.
-Morning.

What are you looking for?

Your toaster.

I don't have one.

How do you not have a toaster?

This is going to be nice.
Our first breakfast living together.

I'll go bring in the paper.

I don't get it.

Only retirees have
physical newspapers these days.

Come sit down.

I'll eat at work instead.

At least they've got a newspaper.

Hey, Svante. It's me.

Good, nothing's wrong.

But I have to ask a favour.

Can you take my 11 o'clock meeting?

I don't think I can come in for it,
unfortunately.

I understand.
I wouldn't ask if I didn't have to.

Thank you.

ENTRANCE

Don't tell me, you've k*lled someone
and need help hiding the body?

Very funny.

I've been evicted from my apartment.

-Just like that?
-I was sub-subletting.

And the owner's son needs it
right away, so I'm screwed.

Can they really do that?

It was a bad contract
from the start.

I should have known.

So... I'll have to move back in
with my parents...

in Skövde.

No.

What else can I do?

You can move in with me.

-I don't want you to feel forced.
-I don't.

-I don't want you to leave.
-Are you sure?

Yeah.

Okay. But it will just be
a short time, I promise.

I'll find my own place again.

Okay.

You're the best.

I'll come bring my things over
tonight, okay?

-Mhm.
-Well, see you tonight!

SALTSJÖVIK BEACH HOTEL

Surely she knows no healthy adult
human snoozes so much?

We all have different habits.

When the alarm clock rings,
you get up.

I don't understand the problem.

It'll be okay.

Think about the fact you get to come
home to someone every night instead.

Yes, but if this is going to work,
I need her to be more efficient.

Efficient?

Svante, you know you're going to
have to make concessions too?

Says the relationship expert.

I'm sorry, I'm just a bit stressed.

Over Lojsan?

I have to fire someone today.

Who?

Sorry,
I know you can't say anything.

She has a house full of things,

but no toaster.

You think you know someone...

So you've used
Oscar's services before?

Why would you think that?

Just something about... manipulated
film from the CCTV cameras.

I can't sign that contract.

He's talking sh*t,
he'd never say anything.

Are you sure about that?

That he wouldn't say anything
to Julie?

Things are finally starting to
improve between you two again.

What is it?

Oh, no, it's fine. I just finished,
I was just going to...

No, it's fine... Fine.

Okay, see you later.

Wait.

Do you like it here?

I mean do you like your job?

Yeah, it's fine.

Okay...

I'm sorry, Lukas.

-Why? Has something happened?
-I wish this weren't happening.

-What are you talking about?
-I'm afraid you have to leave.

We have to cut down
on room cleaning.

Are you joking?

I'm really sorry.

It wasn't me who...

And, of course,
you'll be paid for the week.

I'll make sure of that.

Are you really firing me?

-Why? Have I done something wrong?
-No.

You were last in.

I'm always on time.
Mum would k*ll me otherwise.

No, I mean you were hired last.

-But...
-And when something new turns up,

you'll be first in line, I promise.

Damn you.

I thought you were nice.

-Werner?
-Vendela, what are you doing here?

Inez said you bought her house.

That's right.

Why?

I thought it was a good investment.

But you've said no
to helping her before.

-Hey.
-Hey.

-Can we talk about this at home?
-No.

What's going on?

You and Inez have been acting weird
since I got back.

Tell me what it is.

She messed up. Badly.

She blackmailed me for money.

-What did you say she did?
-She blackmailed me for money.

And if I didn't pay, she'd...

spread a false rumour.

I got so angry I bought the shack.

What kind of rumour?

She'd make it seem like Marianne
and I still had a relationship.

Which of course we don't have,
obviously.

But that was her plan.

My god.

What is it?

A friend in Stockholm
offered me a job.

-Oh.
-It sounds great, actually.

It's a newly established advertising
agency in old town.

-Sounds like a lot of work.

I'd get to do something
I'm actually good at.

You're great at this!

Martin, I don't know if I can bear
seeing him here every day.

Plus, I don't know
how nice it is for you.

I've got no problem
working with you.

I hope you know that.

Yes, of course. But is it okay
if I leave early today?

Of course.

I thought about coming in
to work tomorrow.

Are you sure you're up to it?

I was at the doctor today
and she said everything looked good.

Oh. Why didn't you tell me
you'd been to the doctor?

I didn't think you'd want to know.

Of course I do.
What are you talking about?

I love you.

Oh, dear.
That was a bit unnecessary.

Did you blackmail Werner
to make him help with the house?

Yes or no?

I don't know
what you're talking about.

Stop lying.

Werner and Marianne have had
a long life together.

You'll never
be able to compare to her.

You don't give a sh*t about me.

-Do you?
-Oh, sweetie.

You'll gladly wreck my life
so you can keep your house.

I know you're lying.

You can't trust Werner.

Listen to me.

Get out.

I want you to get out of my home.

Out!

But my plan doesn't leave
for three or four days.

I don't care.
You can stay in a hotel.

But I want you out of here, now.

Can I help you?

I have to ask you something.

This picture is in the exhibition
at the tourist centre.

I immediately recognised him,
but at the same time, I didn't.

Why did you take it down?

Him, Fredrik.

He helped found the hotel, right?

-Why haven't I heard of him?
-You have.

You probably didn't listen properly.

I'd like to listen now.

There's nothing to tell.

He's dead. Was there anything else?

If you want to tell me,
I'd like to hear.

I don't want to.

Hey.

Julie was here.

She asked about Fredrik.

Of course not.

But I think we need to do something.

Sorry to just show up, I rang
and texted but you didn't answer.

Sorry, I didn't have time.

I got fired.

What? Why?

Svante's an idiot.
Staff cuts, I don't know.

-How strange.
-Are you coming? Dinner's ready.

Hey, Lukas. How are things?

Okay...

-I'll be in soon.
-Sure.

-Does he live here?
-Mhm.

Didn't you just get together?

I know, but it feels good.
It feels natural.

Sorry Lukas,
we hadn't counted on guests.

Or you could have stayed.

Lukas has been fired.

Oh? What a shame.

I'll call you tomorrow.

Yeah, it's...

-See you.
-Yeah, bye.

I've had a look
at our subcontractors, and...

I don't know, I think we should look
at where we buy our produce.

Food costs have gone up recently.

Yeah... organic and locally sourced
is expensive, but it's our brand.

Yeah, but... do you really think
the guests would notice?

I'm convinced they would.

Yeah, you're probably right.

It was just a thought.

I need to ask a favour.

I'd like to believe the police
are doing their job, but...

my daughter's been m*rder*d,
Egil's death...

I'm starting to fear
Marianne might be right.

About what?

That someone's after us.

Have you spoken with the police
about this?

I need information
about Fredrik Brons.

Fredrik Brons? Who...

He's dead, but he's got a daughter
and I want to know where she is.

Do you think it's her?

I don't think anything.

But I won't be able to relax
until I know.

-I'll see what I can do.
-Thank you.

-What do you want?
-Sorry, I forgot my shirts.

Here, I packed them up.

Thank you.

This is yours.

No, I stole it from you
when we got together.

What? I thought we had one each
and I lost mine.

You were wrong.

You keep it.

No, I don't want it.

-What's that?
-Leyla got in touch.

She's started an agency in Stockholm
and wants me as art director.

Okay. Great.

Really.

I thought I could stay here, but...

I can't.

You and I...

I don't know what to say...

Can you just leave?

Mum? Can you ask the betrayer
to pass the salt?

Lukas, cut it out.

Do you think
Svante wanted to fire you?

Should I feel sorry for him?
I was fired.

-I'm sorry, Lukas.
-Don't talk to me, betrayer.

He was forced to do it, right?

I was good. Better than Steffi.

-She'd been there ages.
-It's not about that.

I told you that.
You're great at your job.

What do I do now?

Well... you could always study.

Lukas?

I don't know why
Sebastian made you do it.

He should do his own dirty work.

I think he's got a lot on his plate.

I have to ask you something.

What?

Don't fell pressured.

Okay...

Do you still want to marry me?

Do you want to?

I just mean...

maybe we shouldn't rush it.

I know it feels strange
to just pick up where we left off.

But I don't want to stand still.

No, that's true.

I need something to look forward to.

Let's do it.

-Are you sure?
-Yes.

I want to.

I feel so at home here.

-Is that okay?
-Sure.

Cool.

So what did Lukas say?

-About what?
-That I've moved in.

He thought it was a bit fast.

I knew it.

He's just jealous I have you.

Yes!

Weren't we going to watch the movie?

There's just a half game left.

It'll be over soon.

Yes, that's it!

-Did you see that?
-Mhm. I saw.

Nice.

Okay, what do you know?

It wasn't easy to find anything.

-No?
-It wasn't fun to read.

Fredrik's daughter grew up
in various foster homes.

Drugs seem to have come
into her life early.

She was forced into care.
And she escaped several times.

But is she alive?

She disappeared completely at 18.

They found her years later
but, by then, she was dead.

Probably an overdose.

She was dead?

Okay.

-Good.
-It's so tragic.

It makes you wish
someone had been there for her.

Ah, I don't know about that.

Sorry if it's not what you wanted
to hear.

No, it's fine, Tone.

I'm just afraid I'm starting
to imagine things.

Not surprising given everything
you've been through.

Isn't this a fantastic place?

Look at it.

Yeah, it is.

I was thinking
the wedding arch could be here.

I can see it before me.
Covered in roses.

Is that too cliche?
It doesn't have to be roses,

it could be another flower.

We could walk here
toward the priest.

Your friends and family could be on
this side, and mine on this side.

And we can have the string orchestra
on the beach where we can dance.

Will we have a string orchestra?

Yes, we have to,
or at least a cellist.

You can choose the song.

I thought we'd agreed we wouldn't
make a big thing of the wedding?

Yeah, but you have to admit
this is such a great location.

Mm.

May I?

We'll have to practise.

You'll have to practise.

We'll have to practise together.

I WANT A SIGNED CONTRACT TOMORROW.
HOPE YOU KNOW WHAT HAPPENS IF NOT.

Okay, then I want something
from the Lion King.

-What?
-You said I could choose the song.

Hakuna Matata on the cello?
Seriously?

-Yeah.
-Do you want to ruin the mood?

No way, impossible.
I'm choosing the song.

You said I could choose.

You're coming with me.
I'm choosing the music, not you.

SALTSJÖVIK BEACH HOTEL

Hey, can I come over?

I need you.

So...

How are things with you?

I was at the funeral home today.

Thank you.

I'd like to come to the funeral.

If I may.

Yeah, we'll see if I'm allowed
to come.

I might be arrested first.

What are you talking about?

They're accusing me
of Petra's death.

What? Who?

-The police.
-Come on...

They're total idiots.

I don't know who I dare to trust
anymore.

It feels like
someone's setting me up.

I sound totally crazy, right?

What? No.

You know me.

Just tell me if you need help.
Anything at all.

I should probably go home.

Try to get some rest.

Sure.

Keep in touch.

Sorry, I...

I didn't know who I could turn to.

It's just like last time.

How many have you taken?

It's empty.

Okay.

Come lay on the sofa.

I can take that.

There are no more pills.

I promise.

I'm still going to check
with Marianne.

And we'll call your doctor, okay?

Police! Open the door!

Police!

-What's going on?
-We're searching your house.

-How lovely.
-I wanted it to be nice.

Listen...

I've realised we need to compromise
if this is going to work.

I've got a plan that will upgrade
our relationship to a...

Cohabitation 2.0.

To start with, I bought earplugs.

So you can carry on with your
horrible snoozing every morning.

My horrible snoozing?

I bought you a present.

A present? For me?

A toaster.

Didn't you want one?

-Do you have the receipt?
-Come on!

What's wrong with the present?

For you.

No, I threw out the receipt.

That's okay. I've still got mine.

I'm sorry.

You're not allowed to do this
to yourself.

That's not your responsibility.

That's not how it works.

I've treated you badly.

Since we came here.

But I don't want you to leave.

I've messed up.

I know that.

But I love you.

What... What's taking so long?

What are you doing?

-I'm afraid I can't tell you more.
-I have it.

That's Petra's phone.

Where did you find that?

Take her to the station.

We want to interview you

in relation to your partner
Petra Gyllenmark's death.

What? No. What?

No, no, no...

No, what is it... Answer me!
What's happening?