-Are you coming for lunch? -No, I haven't got time.
We need to eat before we start the investigation.
I feel like meat today, just like yesterday, actually.
I'll have lunch later today. I want to interview the Bergvalls first.
-Roger and that Anna-Lena. -Was it Bergvall?
Not Goldfish? They couldn't remember a thing.
They hardly recognized each other.
You don't need to come.
How was New Year's?
It was okay.
Did you tell your sister about the discounted haircut?
Something came up, and she couldn't make it.
-Didn't she come? -No.
Right. So what happened?
I'm in a bit of a rush, so speak later, Milou.
How's the case going? Have you found the robber?
I can't discuss that now. I need to dash. See you.
I think you'll solve it. That's what I keep telling people.
-"Try to trust Jack." -So, the Bergvalls?
Yes, I've looked into them.
Did you know that they've bought three apartments in the last four years?
The last one they got for 325,000 below market value.
I've got their call logs as well.
The wife, Anna-Lena, has not been entirely honest.
-Really? -Yes, she's lying.
What did you tell the police?
Stop it.
Why do they want to speak to us?
I don't know. I didn't tell them a thing.
I did exactly as we'd agreed.
Hi, great, nice. Come in.
Thank you.
-What happened to your nose? -I got a flat pack right on-- Bang.
-A flat pack? -Yes. Knarrevik, Ikea. Side table.
It was reduced to 99 kronor, so I got a bit excited.
-Hi. -Hello.
-Tough week. -Yeah, kind of.
I'm just making coffee.
It's almost done.
-Nice. -Right, if I could start with you.
Okay.
Thank you.
Right. Interview with Anna-Lena Bergvall.
Fourth of January, 12:06.
Did you get the impression that any of the hostages knew the perp?
No, I don't think so.
Right. And you didn't know the perp?
No, why would I?
Do you know any of the hostages?
-Only Roger. -Only Roger?
Are you thinking of moving?
Moving? No.
Did you view the apartment on behalf of someone else?
No, we renovate them. That's what we do.
We buy apartments, I do the renovations, and Anna-Lena does the interior design.
Then we sell them for a profit.
No! Fuck.
-You don't need to worry about them. -Can't you see she's pregnant?
Pregnant women are irrational. She'll ruin everything.
As long as we stick to the plan all will be fine.
No one does this better than you.
We've been doing this for 20 years.
You're the best. You know that.
-It's not been styled. -Well, that's perfect.
-Come in. -Hello. Thank you.
Are you the real estate agent?
No, not at all.
I'm here to see the apartment on behalf of my daughter.
My name is Estelle. My husband, Knut, is just parking the car.
Who are you?
Why?
Hi. Are you the real estate agent?
Do I look like one?
You need to wear shoe covers for house viewings.
-Was that the real estate agent? -I don't think so.
That makes four plus us two.
Let's do it.
-Let's see. -Doesn't it smell a bit musty, Roger?
Yes, you might be right.
Please, think carefully.
Did you know anyone else?
I don't understand you.
What is this? I am sure. I told you, I only knew Roger.
So you didn't know Lennart?
Well…
So…
What?
It's private.
I know you rang Lennart three times between Christmas and New Year.
-Excuse me, I need to powder my nose. -We're--
-Fine. I'll be waiting here. -Sure.
I need the bathroom.
-She needs the bathroom. -What?
She needs the bathroom.
Are you insane? There's a madman with a gun out there.
I need to go.
Why are you out and about?
If you can't hold it in, you should stay home, near a toilet.
Let her pee.
-Thanks a lot, Ro. -I didn't say anything.
What have I done?
Hurry up, for fuck's sake.
The bathroom is in the hallway.
-It's occupied. -What?
-It's occupied. -Occupied?
That's not possible.
We're all here.
Come on, dear. I'll come with you.
Hello? Is anyone there?
Great, thanks.
-Oh my God. -What's going on out there?
-Who are you? -Take it easy.
My name is Lennart.
-I work here. -Are you a real estate agent?
No, I'm a performance artist. I'm a performer.
Speak to Anna-Lena.
She can explain everything.
-Talk to Anna-Lena. -Who's that?
She's the wife of the man who wants us to do as the robber says.
-Okay. -Anna-Lena can vouch for me.
How the hell do you know my wife?
Oh, hello. Are you Roger?
-Yes, I am. Who the hell are you? -Lennart.
Hi, Anna-Lena. It's me.
I'm the slightly perverted musketeer.
-I'm the one-- -I've never seen him before.
Anna-Lena, I'm the performance artist.
Performance artist?
I perform little catastrophe dramas in house viewing contexts.
At the moment, I'm dressed as the pooping perv musketeer.
-Have you had a relationship with him? -Are you insane?
No.
I nip into house viewings and take a poop as a bunny.
Or I could be the horny Casanova hitting on everyone's wives.
You sick bastard.
You fucking perv!
Did you fuck my wife?
-You scumbag! -Roger.
-Let go of me. -It's about the price per square foot.
Lennart helps us get the price down on the apartments.
-What are you talking about? -Roger, listen.
Roger, do you remember the red turn-of-the-century apartment
at Malmvägen?
-Number 22. -Do you remember?
Sure as hell I remember. Why?
Do you remember the drunk neighbor who came in and threw spaghetti?
-Yes. It was him. -Why do you think the offers were so low?
We got it down by several hundred thousand below the asking price. Thanks to whom?
-What? -Fucking hell.
I don't wanna brag, Roger,
but the pasta-chucking neighbor is one of my most popular characters.
I've put work into it.
Do you not think I can negotiate?
Of course you can.
But you get so upset when they get too expensive.
It was only the one time.
Or three, if you want to be particular about it.
Shut up.
You know what? It would have been better if you
had fucked that perverted bastard instead.
You're lying because you don't think
I can do the only thing I think I'm good at.
Buying apartments.
Roger.
Shit.
Anna-Lena?
Why did you say you didn't know Lennart?
-It's got nothing to do with this. -Did you know the perpetrator as well?
-No, certainly not. -Do you know who the perpetrator is?
I said no.
I get the feeling that you're lying to me.
I'm not lying.
You've already lied about Lennart.
Maybe you helped the perpetrator escape the apartment.
I was just trying to--
There's no way the perpetrator could have got out without help.
Right now, you're the only one lying to the police, Anna-Lena.
That's darn serious.
I'm just trying to save my marriage.
What do you want me to say?
Shall I tell you that my husband's self-esteem is so low
that I have to make myself small so that he won't feel threatened?
I hired someone to wreck the viewing in order to get the price down.
It's got nothing to do with the hostage situation.
Shit.
Roger.
How are you?
I'm fine.
Roger is the one who's hurt.
Okay.
So why isn't Roger crying, then?
You don't know him. He's actually very sensitive.
I realized that when he said pregnant women should stay home.
No, he just said that to get you away from the viewing.
He doesn't hate kids.
He just gets angry when they write "kids' room" in the ad.
It raises the price per square foot like hell.
Roger loves kids. He stayed home with our kids when they were little.
You're kidding, right?
It wasn't meant to be like that, but I did so well at work,
it just happened like that.
It wasn't meant to be forever, only while the kids were little.
When Roger got back to work when the kids were older,
he wasn't given the same kind of work
or the same kind of responsibility.
It totally ruins your self-esteem. You shrink as a person.
But it wasn't your fault.
It wasn't Roger's either.
No, neither of you were to blame.
Why is he so angry with you?
He's proud.
The apartments are the only thing that matter to him now.
That's so like men.
You were just trying to help.
He'll never forgive me.
Yes, he will.
He will.
What's your name?
My name is Julia.
Anna-Lena.
Right, so what do you want now?
-I've just got a few questions. -A few questions. Right.
My marriage is going to pot, but you know that.
Isn't that enough? What else do you wanna know?
How often I hump her?
Did you know Lennart before the hostage situation?
-Did you know anyone else? -I thought I knew my wife.
But apparently you can live with someone for 40 years without understanding shit.
Would you show me on this drawing where everyone was when the perp entered?
-Please show me where you were standing. -Sure. We were in here.
The old lady was also there, and Ro and her girlfriend came from there.
So Ro and Julia came in here?
What the hell? This is not right.
What?
The floor plan is not right.
I always bring my own yard stick to viewings.
You can't trust the agent's plans.
-But what is not right about it? -There's actually a wardrobe here.
This space measures at least a meter.
That must mean that there's a hidden space in the wardrobe.
Do you understand?
Jim? We need to get back to the crime scene.
-Come on. -What?
Come on, let's speak in the car. Thank you, Anna-Lena.
Did he hide inside the wall?
Yes, there's a hidden space.
That must be how the robber got away.
Damn strange. A whole SWAT team and they can't find a hole.
But it's hidden.
It's hidden. It's not that strange that they couldn't find it.
-It ought to be here. -Yes.
Yes, there's a door here. A big-ass door.
An old dumbwaiter or something.
-What is it? -Shit.
-What is it? -Check for yourself.
You're right. No one could fit in there.
How can someone just go up in smoke? It's crazy.
But…
-Now I know who the robber is. -Who?
-A magician. -Yes.
Sorry, bad joke.
Indeed.
Don't get too stuck on this.
You know what this job is like.
Shit.
Sometimes you catch the villain, and sometimes
you have to pull yourself together and move on.
On to the next case.
Well, I'm not moving on, I'm telling you.
I'm gonna solve this case.
Flush the toilet, please.
You coming for lunch?
Look at this.
We ought to release this to the press and maybe get some tip-offs.
Good idea. "If you have x-ray vision, call 911."
Look at it. You can tell some of the body shape and the eyes.
The hostages are fine.
No one wants to prosecute.
I don't even know what you want to investigate.
We can make it to Ikea before closing time.
The January sales started today.
I'm sorry, Roger.
That policeman…
was so hard on me.
I've been there for you our entire lives.
I know.
Then it turns out that our life's project was just a lie.
Fuck!
Please, take a ticket.
GIVE ME 6500!
Did you get Zarah Carlström's contact details?
-Who? -Well…
Zarah Carlström.
Oh, her?
Yes, I've got her details. Why?
Why did you not mention that she works for the bank that was robbed?
Doesn't it say there?
No, it says she works for a bank.
Not that it's the same bank.
I didn't think that was of interest.
Are you saying she robbed herself?
No, but it's a funny coincidence.
We'll speak to her tomorrow.
Anything else?
Have we come across her before?
I don't think so.
I think I recognize that name, Zarah Carlström.
Zarah Carlström. There's…
-There's something familiar about it. -It doesn't ring any bells.
Oh, well.
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