Answer it, before the whole house wakes up.
Now what?
Victoria Stadium's been blown up.
Tunnel's shut. Stick to the streets.
Who's shooting?
Henriksson's gone out.
What's up?
Victoria Stadium's been blown up.
NEWS Olympic bomb
Stockholm can kiss goodbye to the Olympics, that's for sure.
It'll make some people happy.
One of our boys was down there.
He had a fare to an unlicensed club in those new buildings.
The blast was so bloody violent his car flew clear across the street.
Was he hurt?
He broke his arm.
Got a few cuts to his face.
A taxi driver was hurt. Got a name?
Arne Brattstrom.
Run a check on Arne Brattstrom. The place is crawling with cops!
Where's Mummy?
She's gone to work.
...bombing of the Olympic stadium.
...at 3:17 this morning.
We get the Olympics, though nobody wants them, and look what happens.
What do you mean?
It's not going to happen.
All we've got is a bloody great hole in the ground.
An explosive charge went off at the Olympic Stadium...
The police are on the scene and the public are asked to keep away.
What a blast...!
Where's Annika?
Hey, you! This area's been sealed off!
There's been an explosion.
That's why I'm here.
What's that?
I'm a reporter.
There'll be other reporters there, and my photographer's waiting.
I want to do my job.
I'm doing my job.
How about working together?
Be careful up there!
It's not a playground.
I'm lucky to run into you here.
Got anything for me?
I'll get back to you later.
I just got here.
Call me later.
When will you be in your office?
Hard to tell.
Have you got anything?
Do me a favour and call me the minute you know something.
Henriksson! Have you got anything?
Loads, but nothing from the inside.
It's too dangerous to go up close, it's cordoned off.
I got a taxi driver in an ambulance.
I know all about that.
After a couple of minutes the police started running around like crazy...
How does it look?
What do you think?
Chaos everywhere.
But we're quite close to the action.
Another ambulance is driving up.
Deadline in seven minutes.
What are the news agencies saying?
They've got the taxi driver.
That was an hour ago. This is new. Nothing on the police radio?
Nothing interesting.
Radio news?
Nothing.
TV bulletin on Rapport at six.
Yeah, I saw their van.
And the ambulance?
It's standing by.
What goes in the next edition?
The Olympic boss?
Furhage? Can't get hold of her.
She's worked so hard for this.
We'll do the Olympic angle.
What happens to the Games now?
Will they fix the stand in time? Samaranch. All that stuff.
People here are working on it.
I'll do the blast.
Three pieces: the police hunt for the bomber, the scene of...
Bengtzon?
They're opening the ambulance doors.
They've got plastic bags...
They're picking "P...
Christ! There's another victim.
The Police Hunt, The Scene, and The Victim. You've got 6, 7, 8, and center.
I understand that alarm calls are confidential,
but I'm asking about alarm calls you haven't received.
Victoria Stadium has been blown up. We can agree on that, can't we?
What has your security company been doing at the stadium tonight?
Nothing, right? I didn't see any of your cars.
Thanks. No you've only referred to your confidentiality policy.
What's the story?
There's a dead body.
Who is it?
Don't know.
Confirmed?
It will be soon, I hope.
I hope so, too.
Yes?
What do you know?
It's an inside job.
All the alarms were disabled.
Must be hundreds of alarms there.
Burglar alarms, fire alarms, motion sensor alarms all disarmed.
Someone switched them off.
You can't go public with that yet.
One more thing:
You've got a body blown to pieces.
They're picking up the pieces now.
That's right.
Man or woman?
I don't know.
We haven't found the head.
Talk to you later.
Spike?
It's confirmed.
19 December NEWS
IN THE WAKE OF THE BOMBER
OLYMPIC BLAST
OLYMPIC STADIUM BLOWN UP - ONE DEAD
There are a number of things to go through.
One: the identity of the corpse. Tomorrow's major splash, right?
Two: the hunt for the killer. Three: the Olympic angle.
Four: How could it happen?
The victim.
What happened to the taxi driver?
We've hidden him in a hotel.
Are we writing about anything else today?
There's white-collar crime...
It's the biggest story since the Estonia sank. Let's work together.
We need to discuss....
Like it or not, I'm your boss, so you will have to listen to me.
We're working together on this.
Congratulations, Annika!
Spike, great!
A great picture!
In the end, it was quite grainy.
But it was still good.
Come on, you've got to give Henriksson credit for it.
All that matters is that we were first.
OK, Annika. Tell me.
Patrik can tell you what he's doing.
I'll do the hunt for the murderer, the forensic evidence,
and I'll talk to the investigators and the officers on duty.
There'll be a press conference. Berit and I will cover that.
We've got to look at the security. How the hell could this happen?
I wrote about the rotten security a year ago, saying this could happen.
Then do it again.
So you've got the background.
I need a shot of Christina Furhage.
In front of the bomb damage would be great.
What's today's phone in question?
"Should the Olympics be canceled?"
It's an attack by some group that doesn't want us to host the Games.
How can you be so sure?
Apart from the victim, the terrorist angle is tomorrow's big thing.
We've got to be cautious about any sabotage theories.
We don't know who the victim is or why the bomb was planted.
But the police can neither confirm nor deny anything.
We shouldn't settle on anything yet.
We've got to ask the police.
Let's keep our options open and get on with things.
Anything else?
They'll identify the victim soon. We'll have to approach the family.
In the nicest way possible.
I don't want a debate
about tabloids intruding on people's private grief.
I'll do it myself.
Good.
Good morning.
We're off to the press conference.
I need a daylight shot of the stadium.
We'll send...
I've got a theater shoot.
Forget about it.
It's the award ceremony.
You told me to dress up for it.
Had you been going.
You must've known for hours. Couldn't you have told me earlier?
If you haven't got a change of clothes, that's your problem.
Are these clothes suitable?
Go and take the shots!
I don't like your tone.
And I don't like yours!
Go in your underpants!
The minute you hear from her, you call me.
Hi, there! Where's Christina?
Don't worry. She'll be here.
What? When is she coming?
She'll be here.
When will she be here?
I can't say exactly when.
Have you seen the damage? Terrible!
Hello.
Just what we needed before Christmas.
Let's go in and do it. And no unnecessary facts.
Do we do it in Swedish or English?
A mix, I guess.
Jesus...
Good morning.
In my capacity as chairman of the Swedish Olympic Committee,
I'd like to welcome you to this press conference.
Personally speaking, this is a press conference I could have done without.
But here we are,
and I'll hand you over to Karin.
It's lamentable that anyone would target this global symbol,
the arena of the Olympic Games,
and commit an act of terrorism.
I ask anyone who may have seen something to contact the police...
I want to point out that we can in no way identify a motive.
Act of terrorism, indeed.
There is nothing which indicates that this is an act of terrorism.
There have been no threats made to either the facilities
or the Olympic Secretariat.
We remain open to several lines of inquiry and motives.
What are you doing?
Public Register check on Furhage.
She's not there.
Of course she's here, everybody is.
You've done too narrow a search, that's all.
How does it work?
You've done F4 and F5 instead of F7 and F8.
Isn't that what you did?
No, that's not what he did.
Here we go.
"Eleonora Christina, born 1912." An old woman, probably dead.
"Sofia Christina, born 1993." A child.
But here she is.
My God...
What's this?
She's off the record.
Have we got anything on her receiving death threats?
No. Why?
Furhage has received death threats.
How can you tell?
The story I did on that foundation.
That's the only other time I've come across this.
It's what the authorities do when they want to hide someone.
But Christina Furhage isn't hidden.
But where is she today?
This is Christina Furhage.
I can't take your call right now.
Leave your name and number, and I'll get back to you.
Olympic Secretariat. Christina Furhage's phone.
Annika Bengtzon at Evening Press. Could I speak to Christina Furhage?
She's not available. Can I help you?
Excuse me, but who are you?
Evert Danielsson, Director of the Secretariat.
It's Christina Furhage I want to talk to.
May I have her home number?
I'm not at liberty to do that.
Who's been threatening Furhage?
Sorry?
She's been threatened.
I don't know...
There's a court order...
You should discuss it with her.
I'll ask her to call you.
Where the hell is Christina?
I thought she was here.
You should know.
I've tried everywhere, in vain.
Did you know she'd been threatened?
Didn't you know?
I spoke to the Prime Minister.
What did you say?
That she's on her way here.
It's what I've said to everybody.
Have the police...
said who the victim is?
No.
I was just thinking...
That it's Christina?
Why would she be there in the middle of the night?
You answer the phone now.
And tidy yourself up. Some reporters are coming.
They've found a briefcase with a Filofax and a mobile phone.
They know who it is.
Does Spike know?
No.
You go and tell him. I'll join you in a sec.
Yes?
Listen...
"Olympic boss Christina Furhage blown to pieces."
Can you confirm?
Hello?
Are you there?
Shit!
Time for another press conference.
So, what's happening with the picture of Furhage?
We've got it.
Henriksson shot it this morning.
She's in the plastic bags.
How do you know?
I just do.
Has it been confirmed?
Not yet. But there'll be another press conference soon.
I suggest we prepare for it.
Deadline in an hour.
Can we put it off'?
Not on such flimsy grounds.
It could be anybody in those damn bags.
It's shaky.
If we're prepared, you can just push a button when they confirm.
We'll beat all the others to it.
If it's true, it's one hell of a story.
We'll hold pages 1, 6, and 7.
You heard it.
Let's go to work!
Where's Eva Britt?
Christmas shopping.
What's her mobile number?
Shouldn't you know?
0708 675531.
0708 65...
675531.
Bengtzon here. Could you come in?
We need your help.
When do I get to do my shopping?
Everybody's here.
It's my day off.
Talk to her about it. Or Schyman.
What's wrong with you?
I'm fed up.
Go home and go to bed. You need a day off.
Who cares about the Games?
We have summoned the media again,
as the victim at the stadium has been identified.
The family has been informed, so we've decided to make it public.
The deceased is Christina Furhage.
Director General of the Stockholm Olympics.
WHO'S THE VICTIM?
OLYMPIC BOSS MURDERED
Christina was the most amazing person I've ever met.
She was absolutely fantastic.
How did you meet?
There'd be no Stockholm Olympics without her.
She wrapped Samaranch round her little finger.
She built the entire campaign organization and saw it through.
And then
once she'd secured the Games, they wanted to remove her
and put someone else in charge...
of the Summer Olympics. Naturally, they couldn't.
No one... but her could...
could do the job.
They soon realised that.
How old is your daughter?
And then she was selected as "Woman of the Year."
by that American magazine, what's it called again...?
When...
did you hear about her death?
We spoke on the phone before she...
went to a Christmas party. She never came home.
Weren't you worried?
I mean, is she often... away?
Your family has received a threat.
Could you tell me about it?
You must be the daughter.
I'm so sorry.
Would you like to add anything?
Enough of that!
If we could just take your picture...
We're done. Unless you want to add anything?
Is it OK to take a picture?
Er... Yes.
Right here?
Could you stand up?
If you don't mind...
Lena!
We're parasites, gloating over their misery.
We revel in their misfortune. "It looks good in the paper."
Some people want to talk.
They're not stupid because they're in shock.
You mightn't know what you're doing.
You can say no.
Who's to judge what's best? You, me, or them?
It shouldn't be them.
Do you think I like these jobs? I hate them!
You couldn't do them often.
Think of priests. They bury people every day.
Priests send them to Heaven. We parade them on the front page.
What's wrong with you today?
Would you like being a headline?
It's not a punishment!
It shows you're important.
Should we ignore all victims and family members?
Look at when the Estonia sank. The victims' families felt
they got too little attention. They were right.
It was taboo to talk to any victim's family members.
Then the morality mob rushed in.
No need to get angry.
I'll be as angry as I want!
I think we got a really good picture of her husband.
That's nice.
Then let's hope we publish it.
How did you get in there?
Luck. I called at the right time.
Are we alone on this?
I hope so.
Good.
Here you go.
This is all I could find on the woman.
Go through it and prioritize, then someone else can take over.
What?
Well...
Was that an order or a request?
Take it any way you want.
You've got such a way with words.
Who left those mugs on my desk?
Aren't you at home?
Officially, yes.
What going on?
Two stories. One's the family.
And the other?
Aren't you at home?
You can be quick when you want to.
What have we got?
We've got more pictures of her than the King. Over 600.
There are as many pieces of her at the stadium.
They've been picked up, Patrik.
Are there no personal pictures?
No, I don't think so.
That one...
So how old was she?
Sixty two.
We did a piece on her birthday two years ago.
She looks fifteen years younger.
Surgery?
Healthy lifestyle, good genes...
A healthy lifestyle? Something for you, eh?
Not long ago
she grabbed four pages
for an unidentified body in Fittja Lake.
I got half a column for a major leak from a gasworks
next door to a nursery.
I think she is a fantastic reporter.
Do you know why?
Because she's bold.
She does the stuff
that nobody else at this paper will even touch.
What's Nils doing in Schyman's office?
Bitching about you, I imagine.
Why do you distrust her?
She's getting people's backs up.
People don't trust her.
Is this a general feeling among the staff?
Yes, there's stuff...
Forgive me, Nils.
I have great faith in you.
As well as in Annika.
She's been the crime desk editor for only four weeks.
Give her a break!
Come on!
Go for it!
How did it go?
Well, I told you so...
Thanks for your help.
What do you want?
Why was she off record?
There was a threat.
And a violent incident a few years back.
What kind of violent incident?
She chose not to press charges.
Why?
She felt people deserved a chance.
How magnanimous of her.
Was it connected to the Games?
No.
Was it a member of the family?
Yes. Purely personal motives.
We don't believe this was an act of terrorism.
It was aimed at Furhage personally.
That doesn't mean the perpetrator was a family member.
Will you interview the attacker?
We have.
That was fast work.
What did it give you?
Everyone is under equal suspicion.
And who is "everyone"?
You figure it out.
A lot of people must have entry cards.
You need more than an entry card.
The security codes?
Yes.
Not many people will have them.
You can't write about it.
Who has access to the security codes?
We're working on that.
Maybe the alarm system wasn't on?
And the doors were left unlocked?
Come on, Annika Bengtzon.
I've got to go now.
One more thing...
What was Furhage doing at the arena in the middle of the night?
Now that's a damn good question.
Not running the 100 metre event.
Thanks for coming.
Merry Christmas.
OK, let's get started.
We should lead with Langeby's stuff.
The police suspect terrorism.
How do you know that?
You never divulge your sources.
It's obvious it was a terrorist act.
My intel is the exact opposite.
The attack was aimed at Christina Furhage personally.
We'll sit tight and wait before we decide on the terrorist lead.
Let's move on.
We'll do a pull out on Furhage.
Furhage in memoriam. Her life in words and images.
We have lots of tributes: the King, the White House, Samaranch...
We'll do it in four colour print...
Four colour?
That means the rest of the paper will be virtually grey.
Well, yes, I suppose...
Why wasn't I informed?
I've been here all bloody day.
You could have come in and informed me.
I've no answer. It went so fast.
That's a shame.
Because we're not having a four color pull out on Furhage.
She wasn't a popular favourite.
We'll do a memorial inside the paper
and increase the number of pages.
Don't interrupt all the time!
What else? Bengtzon?
We have the hunt for the killer.
Patrik has found out that Furhage's laptop is missing
and I've got a good source for the insider theory.
Berit's doing the victim angle and I've met the family.
How was that?
What do you think? Unpleasant.
Did you trick him into talking?
No.
Do we have a photo of the husband?
All of two.
One out of focus, one sharp. An easy choice.
He stood still for one shot, then he moved.
Lucky for me he stood still.
You don't know how hard it is.
OK, one's all right.
I want to see that picture before it goes off to print.
There's a killer on the loose.
I want you to think of one thing
before we publish pictures and interviews.
The majority of all murders
are committed by someone close to the victim.
I don't want a repeat of Bergsjon.
Remember the girl who was murdered?
The mother subbed to the media. The father was the main suspect.
It turned out to be the mother.
I don't want that.
You mean Furhage's mother did it?
Statistics say it should be her husband.
Husbands and partners commit most murders of women.
You don't blow up a whole arena to get rid of your wife.
You never know...
I can't imagine Bertil Milander with his arms full of explosives.
He could've hired someone.
Done a thorough job.
Let's move on now.
What have we got for the rest of the paper?
The bomb's got stiff competition from a cat surviving a tumble dryer spin.
We've got great shots.
Before and after.
What did it look like after?
Dry.
Bengtzon!
Thanks.
Your last day before the holidays?
Merry Christmas!
Here's the most relevant stuff.
Thanks a lot.
Am I allowed to go home now?
Take good care of your mother.
I've got a problem with her. She hates me.
Where were we?
I found this small news item which said that
Furhage fired a secretary because she'd had an affair with her boss.
Isn't that a bit odd?
No, not at all.
It will never be you and me.
So, what's happening?
Do we do the international terrorists
or do we expose the Olympic Secretariat?
We'll do the insider angle. Let me see that.
About the security codes...
They were only known to a narrow circle of people.
I've tried to hide it, as I've got to keep quiet about it.
This is crystal clear.
We'll run this. I'll talk to Spike.
Great.
So you've got a problem with Eva Britt?
She's not the only one.
You've got a problem with Nils Langeby.
As if I didn't know.
You look tired.
Answer it.
It's Thomas.
If I don't answer, he'll think I'm on my way home.
I thought only men did that.
You learn fast.
I'm home!
Did the Swedish Olympic dream die along with Christina Furhage?
Life is strange.
Yesterday she was alive, today...
Who killed her?
For Christ's sake, Annika.
It's not that I...
I've watched TV all night. Furhage is on every channel.
It's not as if I don't understand that this is big, but...
When you walk in through that door,
you've got to switch off.
When you came in, you were on the phone.
Berit was here in bed with us!
It's been a mad day.
What about you?
Let's make love.
Sure.
But you're too tired.
I'm not.
And you need your sleep. You're doing the nursery run.
Is it my turn?
You bet it is.
Bye bye!
And another.
Daddy will pick you up. Bye bye!
I'll take that. How are you?
I'm tired.
I believe you.
Did the explosion wake you up?
Our kitchen window was blown in.
We spent the night sweeping up glass.
Were you hurt?
No, we're fine.
Who wanted to move there?
Don't rub it in.
What about Christmas?
We're alone for the first time.
Are you open on the 23rd?
Yes, a few kids will be here.
Can you do two more?
Don't forget you're the boss.
Delegate!
What's up?
It takes ages opening all the mail.
But that's Eva Britt's job.
I've done it since I started.
Have you? Now go and put that on her desk.
Send her here if she's got a problem.
Hi.
Still married?
Just about.
Morning!
Could you do the post, please?
The police are pissed off with you.
You've blown their best lead.
The security codes.
I didn't write about the codes.
What the hell is going on?
Who wrote this headline, Spike?
Did you approve this?
I don't do the inside page headlines.
This will damage the entire paper.
Calm down.
I'll find out who did this.
Where's Nils?
The whole world isn't out to get you.
Where's Nils?
He's off.
What do I do with this?
Shove it up your ass!
Excuse me, but how far up?
I'm sorry. That was uncalled for.
Do you want me lo handle your personal mail as well?
I'll do it myself.
Coffee?
Can you sit down for a moment?
I'm busy. I'll stand.
I'd like to talk to you. Come in and take a seat.
Ever since I became crime editor, you've worked against me. Why?
Haven't I been nice enough?
You know that's not it.
What's your problem?
I don't like you.
And I don't like you.
But we all need to cooperate.
We did fine before you took over.
Talk to Schyman if you're unhappy.
Otherwise you have to put up with me.
Got it?
Are you done?
Yes, I am.
Thank you.
Annika Bengtzon.
Patrik here.
Hows it going?
This place is a morgue.
You can't talk to anyone. They're all crying.
If they can't rebuild the arena, they can do the swimming here.
Bjallra just arrived.
Something's up. I'll stay.
You do that.
See you.
The board will issue a press release
stating that you're leaving your post as director.
The reason being that after the tragic death of Christina,
you'll be given another assignment, which is true.
What this will be isn't clear at the moment,
but the matter will be worked out in cooperation with you.
Brief and civilized.
What do you think?
What can I say?
The day before yesterday the Secretariat had a Christmas dinner.
A Basque Christmas dinner.
Basque?
Christina Furhage and Helena Starke, her secretary, arrived at 10 pm.
She got pissed.
Furhage?
No, Helena.
And then
they left the party together, just after midnight.
It's likely Christina saw her home.
She was one of the last people to see her alive.
Have you talked to her?
She has a secret number.
The Secretariat?
She's not there.
But look at this.
Do you recognise her?
Now we know where the name Furhage's from.
An old man.
"Director Carl Furhage, 60 today, with wife Christina and son Olaf."
We've got nothing about that.
She only had a daughter.
Now she has a son, too.
This is so strange...
Now I know why Hans Bjallra was at the Secretariat.
It's tough at the top.
Oh really?
Look at this press release.
Read it to me.
"The governing board of the Stockholm Olympics
"hereby inform the media of Even Danielsson's resignation.
"from his post as Director of the Olympic Secretariat."
Should I go on?
Please.
"Danielsson will be dealing with the aftermath of Furhage's demise."
And what does that mean?
There's more.
"The work of the Secretariat will in no way be affected by this."
Will you take over after Furhage?
No, that's not the plan.
Wouldn't that be the logical outcome?
That's one way of seeing it, but we've decided to bring someone in from outside.
Someone independent.
Maybe it's for the best.
I believe so.
So this is where we work.
Let's go in here.
I see.
If this is true...
l had no idea.
You don't know about them?
No, neither of them.
Christina didn't talk about her personal life.
By the way.
I found a news item in the archive.
The headline is, "Olympic supremo fires secretary for love affair."
Seven years ago.
Do you know anything about it?
Yes, I do.
Sara Ljungberg was a first rate secretary.
She would no doubt still be here, were it not for...
For?
Christina introduced a rule stipulating that...
relationships between employees were prohibited.
She was adamant.
Sounds a bit harsh.
The man. What happened to him?
I was the man.
It was...
It was idiotic.
I was married at the time.
You're not now?
No.
When Sara was fired, someone told my wife.
And there I was...
Without a wife, and having lost the trust of my children.
But you kept your job.
Was it worth it?
Sometimes I wonder...
if she seduced me to forward her career.
When that didn't happen,
she dumped me like a hot brick.
That woman over there is...
was Furhage's private secretary.
Helena Starke.
Hello. I'm Annika Bengtzon...
From Evening Press. No comment.
You were Christina Furhage's secretary, so I thought...
What was she like?
Name it, you've got it.
Driven, competent, funny, intelligent.
You were one of the last to see her alive.
Are you a police officer?
You left that party together, right?
Yes. So?
Where did you go?
I went on the underground. Christina took a cab.
Did she have any enemies within the organization?
Bosses always have enemies. Especially if you're a woman.
A secretary was fired some years back.
For having an affair with one of the managers.
What did the staff think of that?
I've got nothing to add.
One more thing.
Why wouldn't she acknowledge her son?
You don't give up, do you?
He died.
He was only five.
Christina never got over it.
What else? Something really juicy for the tabloids?
Her family life? Their sex life?
Her psychotic daughter who sets fire to everything?
What do you want?
You hyena!
'I went on the underground, she took a taxi.
She also said she wasn't her secretary but her personal assistant.
Whatever that means.
What about Furhage's background?
When her father died, she was sent up north.
She was cared for by relatives.
Boarding school from 12 until she married Carl Furhage.
Nothing on the son.
He died.
When he was five.
How?
No idea. I'll find out.
Go on.
She came to Stockholm, married Bertil Milander
and had her daughter just after she'd turned 40.
About the daughter: she set fire to a special needs home.
A pyromaniac?
The deeper you dig into her past the darker it gets.
We all have our secrets. Don't we, Annika?
"The answer is in the security codes." We weren't going to mention that.
Annika had a deal with her contact.
She wouldn't mention the codes, and didn't.
Still it's right here.
How's that possible?
I haven't the faintest.
Really?
Annika can be a handful. You know that.
She comes to me and says, "I've got this and that, but you can't print it."
These things happen in the heat of the moment.
Besides, I feel we've dropped the terrorist angle too early.
We deliberately chose to drop the terrorist angle.
We have other, better information.
We believe this was a personal attack on Christina Furhage.
How do you know?
We have another source.
You know I can't tell you more.
What are you driving at?
Nothing.
That's what I thought.
Well, that's that.
At last!
Didn't you get my messages?
Why haven't you called me back?
I've been busy.
I can see you're angry, but it wasn't my fault.
Not angry, furious. You blew our best lead sky high.
As you may have noticed, the codes weren't in the article.
What about the headline?
I don't write the headlines.
I'm pissed off myself.
So what do you want?
Did you talk to Furhage's daughter?
What about?
Where was she when her mother was blown up?
Why do you wonder?
She's a pyromaniac.
We've checked her out.
And her son?
You do know she had a son who died?
I've got to go. I'm busy.
I'm sorry to be wasting your time, and I apologise. It wasn't my fault.
It's happened again.
Satra Hall's been blown up.
All we know for sure is that we're lagging hopelessly behind.
The others have covered attacks against Olympic facilities.
Probed which groups could be behind this.
We haven't even touched on that.
We've got Nils's story ready and waiting.
There's a victim, Stefan Bjurling, 44. Married with three kids.
I'll carry on.
What do we do?
We'll need to call in some extras,
the second night team...
It's not for me to decide, but...
We'll proceed.
We'll recap what other media have been doing on the terrorist angle.
Make it sound like we've been on the ball all along.
OK. Full speed ahead.
Yeah, sure.
OK. We'll play up that angle this time around.
THE BOMBER'S SECOND VICTIM
Don't let it get you down!
SECOND VICTIM OF SERIAL KILLER
You must be busy.
I'm sorry our contact's so bad you couldn't tell me about this new blast.
It's too bad.
The lowdown on Stefan Bjurling.
Where from?
My contact and Stefan's team.
He was the head of the stadium's biggest contractor for construction.
In the employee's words he was "a great boss".
"Hugely popular, competent administrator," and so on.
But the other side of the coin...
According to my contact,
he was a real rat. He slept around.
He drank too much, beat up his wife.
It almost went to court, twice.
But she retracted.
His wife?
TIME IS RUNNING OUT
Can we walk in just like that?
We're doing it.
What do you want?
We're from Evening Press.
I'd like a quick word with the person in charge of the arena.
I'm Beata Ekesjo, project manager.
Oh, that's great. Annika Bengtzon.
Can we have a word?
Annika Bengtzon?
You've written about Christina.
That's right. So you knew her?
We worked together for five years.
You've got to leave.
Give me two minutes.
They're with me!
It's so terrible.
Do you mind if I take a picture?
What of?
You.
That's not necessary.
Of me?
It'll take only two seconds.
Just a moment.
All right.
Where do I look?
Into the camera.
Did you work with Stefan Bjurling?
I asked him to stay behind and check the changing rooms.
It's... my fault!
You mustn't blame yourself.
It could have been me.
But it wasn't.
It was fate.
Do you believe in fate?
I think we shape our own fate.
In what way?
You choose to go right or left.
He was in there, you weren't.
Will you write about this?
We may seem pushy,
but it's important the police catch the perpetrator.
I hope the media can help.
We have to put an end to this.
I'm on my way.
Yes, it's time to leave.
Here's my phone number.
Thank you.
Thanks for talking to me.
My pleasure.
Patrik...
What's that?
They know what blew up Furhage.
"The charge is estimated to have been 24 kilos."
24? That sounds like a lot.
Especially when it's above ground.
No wonder the blast was felt kilometers away.
"Minex is one of the most widely used brands in Sweden."
It was common dynamite.
Nicked from a building site.
What else?
"The charge was initiated with electric detonators connected via a timer to a car battery."
Imagine sitting on that box when it went off!
Stop it!
You do something on this. Not too technical.
I've written a column on Satra Hall, my impressions...
Was it tough out there?
I met the project manager. We talked about fate.
She was in a really upset, so I'm not writing about her.
I'm off now.
Are we getting a Christmas this year?
Not if this lunatic's going to blast the whole city to pieces.
Two blasts are enough!
I'll be on my mobile.
It's insane.
I go out shopping and they're dead.
Anyway, I bought that radio controlled car Kalle wants.
I did something else you'll love me for.
I walked home through the park, and I bought a tree.
So that's done.
I'm at home.
When?
Oh no...!
When did you get it?
We'll put one on the balcony.
Mine's already shedding its needles.
Yours is better. We'll have that indoors.
I love you.
See you tonight.
I'm taking the kids sledging in the park.
Big kiss.
I hope Santa will bring a radio controlled car.
Ellen?
What do you want?
A Barbie doll and a Barbie car.
A pretty dress and one of those that you wave with.
What do you mean?
You do like this...
A fan?
You spin it.
You fold it.
I know what it is.
Like we did with Daddy. You fold it.
Time to go to bed, my little darlings.
You can sleep in Mummy's and Daddy's bed.
I read a report in a paper today...
Today?
Did you have time to read a paper?
I happen to work at one.
It was about whether you liked your workplace.
The first question was, "What's your manager like?"
The alternatives were: weak,
incompetent, pretentious, useless and arrogant.
What's that?
Everybody wants to be boss, but all bosses are idiots.
And that's exactly how you used to feel.
He was the wrong guy in the wrong position.
Don't answer it.
You have to do your job too.
I'll help you change that signal.
Thanks, but I like this one.
Annika Bengtzon.
Hello, this is Beata Ekesjo.
Who?
Beata Ekesjo.
We met this morning in Satra Hall.
Oh, right. Hi, how are you?
I'm OK.
You said I could call you.
Sure. What's it about?
I'm wondering what you're going to write.
At the moment, there's limited space in the paper.
There won't be anything.
There won't be anything?
No, not at present.
You talked to me and took my picture.
We talk to a lot of people we never write about.
Thanks for giving us of your time, but we won't write about it.
Take care.
Goodbye. Good luck.
Bye.
Who was that?
She's the project manager for the work at Satra Hall.
That'll be a tough job.
She was upset about the blast.
I read something.
Women managers in male dominated jobs have the hardest time of all.
Are you telling me?
They're bullied and threatened...
and subjected to sexual harassment.
How about some sexual harassment?
Tonight, here at home?
By whom?
By a pretty competent
middle manager at the Association of Local Authorities.
When was a local authorities middle manager ever sexy?
About three weeks ago.
Was it that long ago? That long ago.
Isn't it like that for all parents with small kids?
Don't blame the kids.
We're both too busy.
We never have time for each other.
You and me sitting like this...
Let's move the kids to their own beds.
And then...
we'll fuck.
And the minute we lift them up, they'll wake up.
Good morning.
Morning.
Looks good.
Not bad.
But it's history already.
What have you got?
I just got here.
Spike, this just came for you.
Evert Danielsson at the Olympic Secretariat called.
Did he say what it was about?
No.
You look great in pink.
Do you think? Thanks!
Evening Press, good morning.
No, he doesn't work here. Try DN. Do you have the number?
Hello.
What's up?
When I came into the office today, a letter was waiting for me.
It said they don't intend to make use of my services any more.
I'm free to seek employment elsewhere.
I gave her fifteen years of my life.
She's dead, and I'm out.
My severance packet will be paid out after Christmas.
They'll have you sign an agreement of secrecy.
Presumably.
And you call me.
I don't give a shit.
Talk to me.
Christina was never the obvious candidate to head the Games.
She was
a bitch.
Everybody's saying how fantastic she was.
All of a sudden she's a bitch.
She forced everyone to sign a contract.
What kind of contract?
We couldn't say anything negative about her.
That wouldn't hold up in court.
No, but it frightened people.
That can be enough.
So she used to be managing director of a bank.
Deputy managing director. She didn't get any higher.
She made sure the bank went in as the main sponsor of the Games.
She wanted the post of MD of the Games.
Didn't the job first go to the head of some government department?
He went to a brothel in Berlin, and paid with taxpayers' money.
Christina got hold of the bill.
You figure out the rest...
He pulled out for "personal reasons".
Something like that.
She got the job.
He became county governor.
How tedious!
Powerful men thinking with their dicks.
It's not only powerful men who do that.
Christina Furhage...
fucked her secretary.
Helena Starke?
Are you telling me that the MD of the Stockholm Games was bisexual?
What I am telling you is that she was a dyke.
Are you sure?
I haven't seen them fuck or whatever it is they do,
but I've got eyes to see with.
Minor details,
but decisive.
I don't know how to put it...
Are you trying to make me believe
that Helena killed her?
It could have been anyone she worked with.
How explicit do I need to be?
A lot of people loathed Christina.
OK, we've got four things: The hunt for the bomber.
The police are sure to have some leads now.
What did they say?
They're focused and tight lipped.
They may be about to arrest someone.
Keep the pressure up there, Patrik.
Two: the link between the victims.
They knew each other.
They sat side by side at the party.
Any shots?
Private ones?
The victims under the mistletoe.
"Now they are both dead."
Brilliant!
The supremo next to a builder?
She wanted screwing...
Hardly, she was a lesbian.
What did you say?
Evert Danielsson told me.
He did?
It was just a feeling, he said.
Forget I ever said it.
Three: did Stefan Bjurling receive any threats?
Could you look into that?
Four: what happens next? The security...
Will they finish building in time?
Are they doing that at the news desk?
No. They've started their holidays.
Nice.
Holiday?
Nils, then.
Nils?
Are we going to sit here while you ram assignments down our throats?
He said she was a lesbian?
What's that, Nils?
It's a damn shame how this desk has gone to the dogs.
We turn out nothing but crap.
Our rivals constantly beat us.
Not now.
It's pathetic that a manager can't handle a simple discussion.
Let's go to work!
Next time he starts, I'll kick his teeth in.
Bloody waste of space!
Annika Bengtzon.
Hello?
This is Lena. Christina Furhage's daughter.
Hi.
Can we meet and talk?
Or spit?
Are you deaf? I said talk.
Where?
Tivoli in Hornsgatan. Three o'clock.
OK. See you there.
Let's see if this works...
Is that Helena Starke?
Yes.
Annika Bengtzon at Evening Press.
Please don't hang up.
I'm in a hurry. I've got a plane to catch.
Evert Danielsson has said a few things about you and Christina.
Maybe you'd like to comment.
I've got nothing to say.
Shit.
Dammit!
Please! Wait!
I've got a few questions.
A few questions...
Did you have a relationship with her?
I'll end up on the front pages. Of course not.
I won't write about it.
Then why do you want to know?
I'm trying to make sense of it all.
So, did you?
Christina and I had a relationship. For eight years.
I confirm it. Happy?
What was she really like?
What do you mean?
What was she like in bed?
That's not what I mean.
What do you mean?
I want a true picture of her.
You knew her.
Every time I talk to someone, my picture of her changes.
I spoke to Evert Danielsson.
Evert Danielsson...
Is he your source?
I didn't say that. He says she was a real bitch.
Of course he thought she was bitch.
To him she was nothing but the Olympic boss. But to me...
I don't want to tell you what she was to me.
Stefan Bjurling?
He got what he deserved.
Where are you going?
Away.
As far away as I can get from your sort.
You'll miss the funeral.
Where would I sit?
With the family?
Have you seen this?
Where did you find this?
In the paper's archive.
You can have it if you like.
No point. I'll only set fire to it.
Who's the little boy?
That's Olaf.
Your brother?
What do you think, my sister?
Do you think he's alive?
Yeah.
Does your father know you're here?
He's clueless.
Did you love your mother?
Do you love yours?
Good question.
Somehow you always love your mother.
Because she's your mother.
You don't have to.
Do you think your mother was ever in love?
Who cares?
I know she hated men. Couldn't stand them.
I don't even think she loved Dad.
Everybody was scared of Mum.
The only people she was afraid of were me and Olaf.
Why was she afraid of you?
I set fire to the floor once.
She was so scared she sent me to a treatment center.
But I burnt that down, too.
Then they sent me back home again.
That's what Social Services do with kids they can't cope with.
I found a nice little experiment on the Internet that I had to try.
In the garage.
But it misfired and sent the garage door flying.
I got shrapnel in both my legs.
Your mother was blown up.
And now you think it was me?
You've got the formula for explosives.
Was it you?
I haven't got the formula any longer.
So it wasn't me.
We'll use that.
Could I have a word with you?
It's about Spike's smoking.
People are complaining about him puffing away and coughing.
People are getting annoyed. Could you have a word with him?
I don't think that's the problem.
No? What is the problem?
Well, it's... I've worked here a long time. You haven't.
Maybe that makes it difficult to see...
What just happened is not good.
What happened?
Thomas just phoned. You've got to pick up the kids.
He had to work late.
Why didn't he call my mobile?
He's not my husband.
You can have him.
No thanks. I'm sorted.
I thought you broke up.
Things change.
Hey! A woman asked for you earlier.
What did she want?
No idea.
She'll be back.
Bye!
Did you hear Annika tell Nils
that she'd kick his teeth in?
She didn't say it to him.
She thought it. And I could see that she really meant it.
And that threat, coming from her...
We both know where it's coming from, so there's no need to talk about it.
I'm not one to complain, but I feel threatened.
She shouldn't go around making threats!
It's a crying shame.
I agree, it's a crying shame.
It certainly is.
But do you know what I think is even worse?
Telling tales.
You speak to Spike about his smoking,
and I'll speak to Annika about Nils's teeth.
Now, if you'll excuse me.
Hi! Sorry I'm late.
They've just gone to sleep.
In their own beds?
Yes.
They've eaten lots.
So don't give Ellen any milk if she asks for it. She'll only throw up.
Where's my bag?
Over there.
Is the taxi waiting?
No!
No?
I'm sorry.
I'll call one.
I'll grab one in the street.
There's a wash in the machine. Put it in the dryer when it's done. Bye!
Where've you been?
I had to take the underground.
Listen, Annika...
Have a look at Spike's screen.
He's up to something.
Now what?
I don't know.
CHRISTINA FURHAGE WAS A LESBIAN
Is this a bad joke, or what?
Tomorrow's biggest story.
You're not serious about printing that?
Sure.
She never spoke publicly about her sexuality. We can't expose her.
Nothing to be ashamed of, liking girls. So do I...
Could you look her family in the eye if you print this?
She was a public person.
She was murdered.
Who wrote it?
Nils got confirmation from a named source.
She had a relationship with Starke.
That's my material.
Who's the named source?
I don't care.
Nils has written tomorrow's best piece.
Why didn't you write it?
What's interesting is who killed her, why, and what motivated him.
Who she slept with is irrelevant.
Now listen...
Miss Crime Editor, you're so totally wrong, you know?
Your feet just aren't big enough for those shoes.
Nils is right. You can't hack it.
Don't you see how pathetic you are?
You made me lose the game.
Can I have a word?
Sorry. I'm going to the opera.
It'll only take a moment.
What's up?
I'm sorry I didn't make the meeting.
We had a bit of a crisis at home.
Is it something to do with the kids?
Just tell me.
Did you OK Spike's front page?
No. Absolutely not.
In any case, Spike just jumped down my throat
and told me I wasn't up to the job.
Lots of others feel the same way, so I'm resigning.
In that case, you should clear your desk.
Right now.
I thought you had more guts than that.
I wasn't going to tell you yet, but now I will.
I had big plans for you.
When I leave, someone'll have to take over after me.
I'm not saying it'll be you, but you're one of the candidates.
But you've got to learn to control your temper.
Look who's talking!
You're quick-witted.
You have the makings of a manager.
I don't intend to let Spike
put a spoke in your wheel.
But you mustn't let a setback stop you.
They've been against me since—
It's tough at the top.
Who's the bomber?
I can't tell you.
But you know who it is?
Yes.
Who is he?
Why the hell should I tell you?
Mother is coming on Christmas Eve, and she'll stay till Boxing Day.
I'm speechless.
She's coming here?
Yes.
What's wrong with your brother?
I've got nothing against your mum...
Funny I get the feeling you do have something against her.
I just wish we could be alone.
She follows me around telling me what to do.
It would be nice to spend just one Christmas on our own.
Tell your brother to go to hell.
Stop it now!
When did he tell you this?
He called earlier tonight.
Why didn't you call me?
I could have called and told him it wouldn't work!
I didn't think you'd be this late.
I thought you were on your way home.
I'll call her tomorrow and...
Of course not.
Let's just forget about it.
She can handle a Christmas on her own.
She's an adult woman.
Come off it. Of course we'll have her.
It's just that I'll have to buy stuff to make a herring salad and...
Oh, dear housework.
She can come here and you can be at work.
That'll solve all our problems!
That's what you want, isn't it?
Sometimes you really give yourself away, Annika.
You and your ego. All you care about is your damn by line!
We are here.
Your family.
I don't love that damn journalist.
I love you, the woman I married.
Get a grip, dammit.
Sweetheart, are you awake?
I thought I heard something.
Why were you and Dad arguing?
It's only because we're tired.
But you know we love each other.
And we love you and Ellen more than anything else in the world.
And soon it'll be Christmas.
What do you think Santa will bring?
A radio controlled car?
Perhaps.
We'll see.
Go back to sleep now, darling.
Shut your eyes.
Christina Faltin was her maiden name.
Why didn't I think of that before?
Is that you?
"Olympic Boss a Lesbian."
What kind of a stupid story is that?
Did you really think we'd go to print with trash like that?
What were you thinking?
It would sell.
If we hadn't written it, someone else would have.
And if it is as Bengtzon thinks, that the bomb was personal,
then the fact that Furhage had an affair with a militant lesbian
isn't even gossip but a lead in the murder investigation.
Bengtzon wouldn't write about it.
I trust Annika Bengtzon!
How can you?
The bomb at Satra Hall - she got it all wrong.
The entire world media is here.
Do you think they're worried about ethics?
Either Bengtzon is out as crime desk editor
or I resign from this damn paper!
Is that a fact?
I think Nils means that...
Shut up, will you, Spike?
Leave us alone for a moment.
Leave us alone.
Nils...
What would you say to working for us on a freelance basis?
What the hell are you saying?
That you should go freelance...
Are you fucking Bengtzon?
How else can you be so low
as to be that bloody cunt's...?
Don't call her a cunt!
You could get a written warning.
I could even fire you. You know that.
You can't work with Annika because you don't like her.
I've made a choice.
I've chosen Annika because she's young and enthusiastic.
You're angry, old, and bloody bitter!
I'm old, too.
But I'm your boss.
And as long as this paper sells, I'm staying.
That's the bottom line, Nils.
What would you do if you were me?
Fire me, I suppose.
Spike! The central sorting office has been blown up. Four casualties.
Can you do it?
Sure. Pelle, where's Henriksson?
Out on a shoot. I'll call him.
Great. I'll be in touch.
Evening Press.
Four people were seriously injured in the explosion.
One of them is in critical condition.
This is crazy! I can't take much more.
I've talked to the police. I'm not sure I want to talk to a journalist.
I met your sister Lena yesterday.
Half sister.
OK, half sister.
She said that the only people Christina was afraid of...
were her own two children.
Why was she afraid of Lena?
She had threatened her.
Just like you did.
She gave me up when I was five
to foster parents.
I met her once later on.
I was thirteen.
She told me I mustn't write any more letters to her.
I couldn't understand it.
But she wouldn't let my foster parents adopt me.
But children forget.
And so did I.
I thought I'd left it all behind me.
Until she got that bloody job.
Then she was all over the media. Wherever I looked, there she was.
Everywhere.
I knew then that I had to contact her.
There were too many questions.
I went there.
I went there to see her.
I sat in my car, waiting for her to come out.
When she came out, I went up to her. She looked ready to faint.
As if she'd seen a ghost.
I went up to her and said,
"Mum, it's me, Olaf. I want to talk to you."
Didn't she say anything?
Yes.
"Go away," she said.
She just walked past me.
I was furious.
I grabbed her, turning her around and shouting,
"Bloody bitch! At least look at me!"
"Go away," she said.
That evening the police picked me up.
They said she'd taken it as a threat.
A threat...
It was a cry for help.
You've got a call. It sounded urgent.
Schyman.
Yes.
Thanks.
The letter bomb was addressed to Annika.
Where is she?
No idea.
Hello.
Annika?
Hello! It's Beata Ekesjo.
Hello, Beata.
I'm at Victoria Stadium.
I've found something to do with Christina.
I think it'll interest you.
What is it?
Are you interested or not?
Of course I am.
Do you want me to come there now?
There's a car park next to the entrance.
I can be there in ten minutes.
Good.
I'll see you there.
Bye.
Strange woman.
The fact is...
that the letter bomb at the sorting office...
was addressed to Annika Bengtzon.
Does anyone know where she is?
Eva Britt?
Berit?
Has either of you talked to her today?
No, I... You usually talk to her.
Patrik, do you know?
No, but I can give her a call.
You can't call.
Why not?
The police have given us strict orders not to call her.
This letter bomb, was it something that...
I mean, could it have exploded here?
Presumably.
Oh, I'm sorry!
Hello.
I'm so glad you came.
Where is it?
It's terrible.
It's hard to believe this is happening in Sweden.
But the guy has to be a psycho, that's for sure.
As far as I know, it's a woman.
Are we done here? Leave the premises immediately.
Did he say that it's a woman?
Yes.
It's just up here.
I'm so glad you could come.
Sure.
My...!
Where is it?
Shit!
Thomas speaking.
Have you forgotten your children?
What are you talking about?
I thought Annika was coming at four.
She's not answering her phone.
What can I say?
I'm so sorry.
I'll be there in five minutes. Is that OK?
Great. Thanks.
Right... That's it.
Eighteen should be enough.
Stefan got twenty, but you're much smaller.
I'm going to leave you for a while. Be careful with the detonator.
Disgusting.
Bloody psycho...
I'll kill her.
Hello, there.
Did you get hold of her?
Let's go now.
Here are your things.
We'll sell a lot of papers.
What the hell are you saying?
First there's the bomb at the sorting office.
Then the victims: the man who was most badly injured died an hour ago.
Leave the families alone.
We haven't even got their names.
Go on.
We've been inside the damaged room.
Henriksson got... a few shots.
There's the question of how we're affected by this.
The bomb was addressed to our crime editor.
Annika has disappeared, and we have to write about it.
We'll be swamped with letter bombs.
So we'll do a story on Annika having disappeared.
Police theories on why she was targeted.
There's no connection between her and the others.
She found out something she shouldn't have.
Maybe she's dead.
We'll talk to the police about how they knew the murderer was after...
Bye.
Excuse me, Miss.
I'm looking for an energy drink, Red Bull, or something...
How can you be so strong?
I'm sorry, but I'm...
I'm just so... scared.
Eva Britt...
Why doesn't she phone?
We've been sitting here forever! Why doesn't she phone?
Help!
70 to all units.
We're moving the victim's family to a safe house.
Over and out.
Did you hear about Langeby and Spike?
Hell of a scene.
What about?
I haven't got a clue.
Langeby was lucky to get out in one piece.
Do you know Annika's husband?
Yes.
Hello, children!
And this is...?
They're from the police.
South District Police. I'm Helena.
Eva Samuelsson.
Hello. I'm Lars.
We need to take a quick look.
You take the ground floor.
I'll check upstairs.
The news.
The bomb attack earlier today has claimed one victim.
One of the four people injured
when a bomb went off at the central sorting office has died.
The other three causalities are still in critical condition.
Police are silent as to the circumstances...
What are you doing?
We're going to work.
You're going to do an interview.
Evening Press, good evening.
Annika Bengtzon?
No.
Try again after Christmas.
No, we still don't know where she is.
We don't know any more than you do.
Even if we did, why would I tell a reporter from another paper?
You're out of your mind.
"'Wheee', the wind cried and blew away the cloud.
And that's how it came to snow in Africa for the first time."
What's this?
It was Christina's.
What do you want me to do with it?
What do you want me to do?
Write!
I can't write with this pulled so tight.
Open it!
I can't write.
Just open it!
Nothing. All we can do is wait.
Yeah, sure.
Thanks for calling.
Yes.
Merry Christmas to you.
I'll call as soon as I hear anything.
Great.
OK, bye.
You have to loosen it if you want me to write.
Right, let's do it. Let's write.
Are you thirsty?
No.
I want to write this now.
Who are you?
My name is Beata Ekesjo.
I know that.
Not "The Bomber"!
You started calling me that. You wouldn't listen to me.
If you'd listened to me...
Evening Press, good evening.
Mum, I've told you not to call me here.
No, we haven't heard anything.
I'll call you tomorrow.
We'll wrap the presents then. I can't talk now. Bye.
"Yaya wasn't one bit smug but climbed up the tree and ate all the bananas.
"When a bird of paradise asked him if he was happy, what did he say?"
I was her...
her crown princess.
I was chosen.
I adored her.
And she just threw me away.
She robbed me...
She robbed me of my life.
It's Annika.
Where is she?
I'll call the police.
Do you hear anything?
Answer, damn it!
What's she saying?
It's Langeby at Evening Press.
Annika Bengtzon's on the line.
She fired me in front of everyone.
On the stand.
That's where it all happened.
That's where I realised what I had to do.
The third victim of the recent bomb attacks died today.
All three attacks are believed to be connected to the Olympic Games.
The police are looking for the reporter Annika Bengtzon...
Mummy's on telly!
Police believe her disappearance is related to the attacks...
Police. I called earlier. Can you track this phone?
Of course I can.
What's it about?
Someone's disappeared. It's urgent.
OK. I'll just call the security dep...
There's no time.
So will you lake responsibility?
Absolutely.
Thomas speaking.
Hi.
Well, I'm...
If we did have a photo of her family, I wouldn't give it to you.
No, we haven't heard anything.
You'll hear about it on the news.
Good evening. The police have put up roadblocks at all major exits
and have intensified the search for Beata Ekesjo.
Ekesjo was last seen yesterday at work...
Anyone with information can call the police on number:
08 4010000.
Mum, please. I'm here because I have to be.
We were dragged here because we're not allowed to be at home!
2040 to 2150, over.
2150, over.
Anything new to tell her husband?
Negative.
We may have a problem keeping him here.
Come on!
Why Stefan Bjurling?
It's a long story.
We've got time, don't we?
I'm afraid we don't.
We don't have all night.
Then fucking do it!
Stop tormenting me!
There, there.
Calm down now.
Push the button and blow me up!
I usually buy Diet Coke.
Fewer calories.
Got it!
Hammarby Dock. Sector D.
D?
I see. It's a repeater.
She must be in a tunnel somewhere.
It's got to be a tunnel underneath Victoria Stadium.
Right!
My job is done.
You don't want me to see my children again?
It's Christmas Eve tomorrow.
Tomorrow is Christmas Eve.
Will they never see me again?
Is it Christmas Eve tomorrow?
We're in position. Over.
How does it look?
I can see two people.
Probably the kidnapper and the hostage.
Distance about 70 meters.
OK, let's do it.
Pelle, you take over. I need to piss.
We'll have to hope for the best.
She's been delayed.
I just can't understand why she...
Mum, don't.
Still, she's got two children to think about.
Two small children... who need her.
Stop it!
THE BOMBER CAUGHT
Hi.
Is it warm?
Must be over 20 degrees.
Where are the kids?
Inside.
They called from your paper.
Why?
I'm on holiday.
They want your comment on tomorrow's sentence.
Did you tell them to go stuff themselves?
No. You'll have to do that yourself.
What do they want me to say?
"I hope she'll get life. I want the scum gone forever."
I feel sorry for her.
Or tell them the truth.
"I forgot to say that I've got Christina Furhage's laptop.
"It contains her diary.
"And I did an interview with Beata Ekesjo while I was her hostage."
Imagine, 'Evening Press Exclusive!"
"The Innermost Thoughts of the Victim and Her Killer's Confession."
That would sell.
Shall I unplug the phone?
Do that.
Six months alter the bomb attacks,
Ekesjo was sentenced to indefinite detention in a secure unit.
Three counts of murder, four counts of attempted murder,
arson, criminal damage, endangering the lives of the public,
unlawful abduction, theft, and driving without a license.
According to Ekesjo's solicitor, the sentence will not be appealed.