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Could you please

name the cities involved?

- What's the number?

- 223023.

Kvllspressen.

Excuse me...

- I can't hear you.

- I'm sorry...

- Calm down. I can't hear you.

- Someone's got to help me!

- He's going to kill me.

- You've reached a newspaper.

- I don't think we can help you.

- You've been writing about me.

- That's why Im calling.

- Where are you?

The killing at the free port.

The girl running away, that's me.

No one can help you

unless you tell us where you are.

- Where are you?

- A hostel. The white boat.

Room 14.

Hello?

- What's your name?

- He's going to kill me.

You've got to tell me who it is.

Is it your husband?

- What's your name?

- Aida Begovic. Begovic, Aida.

- Where are you from?

- Bosnia.

Why did you call us?

Why not the police?

- They look for me. Why?

- Someone saw you at the free port.

They want to see you

because they want to find a witness.

- Aida?

- No, Im Anna.

- Aida Begovic, is she in?

- I'm all alone here.

I'd ask you in, but since I don't

know you, Id better not.

I don't know you either, but Ill

never forget your charming smile.

- Why don't you ask at the desk.

- Yes, I must have the wrong room.

Take care.

Listen to me, go upstairs.

My car is parked to the left

of the entrance. A green Volvo.

I'll see if I can distract him while

you get off the boat.

You think you can do it?

- See you up there.

- Anna... thank you.

It's Annika.

Police hunt for female witness

- Hi, did you find her?

- No, I had the wrong number.

She's in room four.

Good of you to come. She's Aida

Begovic from Bijeljina, Bosnia.

- How's her Swedish?

- Pretty good.

She's spent time

in a refugee camp in Vaxholm.

- I'll contact them. Is she ill?

- She needs medical attention.

And the guy stalking her

seems really dangerous.

She'll be safe with us.

Hello, Aida.

My name is Rebecca Bjrkstig.

And Ill be taking care of you.

Come with me.

You'll get help, Aida.

This is Mia. She lives with us too.

- Shall I take your bag?

- No.

- It was lucky I met you.

- We'll take care of her.

Annika, wait.

I can't accept this.

Good luck.

We have to go, Aida.

Spike, could I borrow a computer

this weekend?

- No.

- Come on...

- use Eva-Britt's.

- I don't think so.

Damn it, Annika. You can't

just walk in and borrow a computer.

- What are you talking about?

- I'd like to borrow a computer.

You're a funny one.

Any news about

the girl seen in the free port?

No, nothing.

She could have been trying

to catch a bus for all we know.

You were talking about an execution.

The forensic evidence

points in that direction.

We know that the victim was wearing

underwear with Cyrillic letters.

- Which means what?

- Russia, Bulgaria, Yugoslavia...

if it's the Yugo mafia,

we'd better watch our step.

They're dangerous, cold and ruthless.

They'd shoot anyone

just for spare change.

Do you remember...?

You wrote about that famous guy...

that famous Yugoslavian guy.

Does your mother know

about these nightmares?

No.

- Why not?

- We can't discuss things like that.

- Why not?

- According to her, Im a nightmare.

So I can't tell her how I feel.

She wouldn't care anyway.

That's not true. But she's in a rather

vulnerable position, you know.

Working at the local grocery store,

having to hear all the gossip.

Don't be so hard on her.

She had a rough childhood.

I'm a fantastic grandmother,

but I wasn't a good mother.

She spent a lot of time alone,

because I had to work.

- That's not it...

- I won't be around forever.

- So how is work?

- It's okay...

be glad that I have a job.

It's too bad I don't get to write.

- What do you mean?

- I edit copy, Im not a journalist.

Don't they know

what you have to offer?

Your skills

and your talent for research?

I have everything

you wrote for our local paper.

I don't think they care

what I wrote in a local paper.

But your skills... there ought

to be a lot to dig up in Stockholm.

Sure, but it would be nice

to get published too.

I could let you come

sell me to my boss.

You're my staunchest supporter.

What's the matter?

Mother...

they'll take care of her.

- Should we wait out here?

Thank you. - She just collapsed.

The ambulance took forever.

The paramedic couldn't tell me much,

we'll have to wait and see.

- What could...?

- I don't know! A stroke, I guess.

A stroke?

- But... why were you there?

- Because I was visiting gran.

- You didn't tell me.

- I went to visit gran.

- And it's a good thing I did, right?

- Of course...

Ill have to call Leif,

we won't be having dinner tonight.

- Of course you can't!

- I'm aware of that...

war criminal may be free port killer

- She needs professional care!

- She needs love, damn it!

Don't you yell at me!

No, she needs professional care!

She needs care. Is she supposed

to stay at your place alone all day?

- I'll quit work. For her sake.

- That's absolutely ridiculous.

- Someone in this family should care.

- You ran off to Stockholm.

And now you're going to quit?

Right... it stinks!

You ran away

and left us here to take the heat.

- What are you talking about?

- You know.

What am I supposed to say?

Do you know what's it's like for me?

What's it's like to be a cashier

and hear all the gossip?

- You know what I mean.

- Tell me!

They wonder what really happened.

People talk. You ran away,

but around here, people talk.

- If they talk...

- I don't think you did anything wrong.

But I have no say

in what other people think.

You should have seen that coming.

How has that made us feel?

What it's been like for two years?

All this fuss all the time...

oh, well...

what do you have to say now?

Why are you looking at me like that?

- What's wrong with you?

- You're tragic.

It's so sad

that you never ever defend me.

This whole business with Sven...

you never considered me.

- You... don't give a damn about me!

- What a nasty thing to say!

You're always so nasty to me.

You go on and on about gran.

But what about your own mother?

Gran is my mother!

You ought to... she's my mother!

Don't act like you have exclusive

rights when it comes to loving her!

How do you think I feel?

Everyone's supposed to feel sorry

for you when my mother is dead!

- She's not dead!

- I know, but she's very ill!

Gran?

There you are, my dear.

Do you know that you

are the person Ive loved the most?

It's not fair, but it's the truth.

I'll call in and ask for time off.

I don't want to leave you right now.

No, I want you to go work.

Come back when you're off.

There's still some life left in me.

- Is there anything I can do for you?

- Yes, one thing.

Make peace with your mother.

Promise me that.

"Annika Bengtzon, paradise". Is

she paid to play at being a reporter?

- Still on that paradise story?

- Yes, in my spare time.

Hand it over to Berit,

if it's so interesting.

She's the reporter, not you.

Thanks a lot. - Berit...

he's interested in paradise, but

he wants me to hand it over to you.

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