Paradise Page #3

Please let me continue and

you can run it with your byline.

Let's go have a coffee.

No one considers

where the funds will come from!

This is so typical of her!

Her reports have no information.

- And an open account too!

- It's an urgent matter.

Christ! Where am I

supposed to find the money?

Close the door.

- Thomas, it's your job...

- The hell it is!

Go ask Ann-Charlotte

where the money's coming from.

Which day care center

will have to skip repairs?

Do it yourself. What's wrong,

why are you in such a rotten mood?

- Trouble at home again?

- That has nothing to do with it.

I have to clean up the mess

when they f*** up!

This is urgent,

the woman's life is in danger.

She might get killed!

We have to find a way.

You're good at this.

We'll figure something out.

Take a couple of deep breaths

and Ill get us some coffee.

Sorry, there's a reporter out here

who wants to talk about paradise.

Annika Bengtzon, Kvllspressen.

This will only take five minutes.

- I don't want to talk to the press.

- You already are.

I've been in contact with Rebecca

Bjrkstig, the director of paradise.

She wants us

to write about the foundation.

I guess she wants to spread the word.

Wasn't it supposed to be kept secret?

The victims need

to know where to turn.

And I guess she wants

to put pressure on the authorities.

- Weren't you going to get coffee?

- That's right.

- Would you like some?

- No, thanks. I'm fine.

Listen, why would they

choose to establish a foundation?

There are many advantages.

There aren't many rules.

No ownership or membership

obligations. It's just a name.

Does your council support

an operation like this?

We just decided to use their services.

- You don't seem too pleased.

- I'm supposed to find the money.

And there isn't any.

Isn't it important

to help people living under threat?

The details are so damn fuzzy.

I don't have an address

or a corporate identity number.

Could you find their Id number?

As long as everything's aboveboard.

Do you think

something fishy is going on?

You said it, not me.

That this foundation is just a scam?

Do you know

of a girl called Aida Begovic?

I think Id better stop talking now.

Could I call you if I need more help?

- You can always call.

- But you won't take my call?

I can see it in your eyes.

Are all reporters as pushy as you?

Thank you for taking the time to talk.

Bye.

There you are...

how are you?

She's never going to get well.

And to top it off

I had a major battle with my mother.

A real meltdown.

Poor you.

But Im going to take gran in.

Just what she needs.

Three flights of stairs, no hot water -

- And a shower in the next building.

I'll move back to Katrineholm.

Back down memory lane.

Hobnob with the folks and pay

your respects at Svens grave.

If you're lucky,

you might get your old job back.

At least they'd want me to write.

Sure, about if there's

going to be a raffle.

And whether

the church needs a new roof.

- Someone's got to take care of her.

- Not you.

- How do rooftops fit it?

- It's Michelle Carlson.

Our dear Michelle has created

a piece on "sexy penthouses".

For our sex & love segment. She...

today she put her manicured hand

on the producer's arm and said...

I was standing close by.

"I just want you to know

that Im so thrilled to be here" -

- "With this lovely group of people. "

- Well, she is good-Looking.

- And hot for the camera.

- But not much upstairs.

- Totally vacant.

But pretty and hot for the camera

is what you TV people want, right?

Says a member of the press!

You shun the limelight, don't you?

By the way, did you ever

check out that paradise set-Up?

I met a guy from the local authorities.

With any luck

I might have a foot in the door.

- Good-Looking?

- A bureaucrat?

Those bureaucratic types

have lots of emotions.

Annika.

Hello, my name is Mia Eriksson.

- I was in the car with Aida.

- That's right. Now I recognize you.

You're writing

a piece about paradise, right?

- Yes, Im working on one.

- We need to talk.

Do you mean that Rebecca,

or whatever her name may be...

she uses lots of different names.

I've overheard her on the phone.

Sometimes I look through

the papers in the office as well.

I've figured it out, it's all a sham.

Why did you contact paradise?

The regular story.

I fell in love with Mr. Wrong.

Attempted strangulation...

beatings, arson...

he tried to kill all three of us.

- How old are your kids?

- Three and five.

Kalle and Lisa.

Who's looking after them right now?

Aida.

They're crazy about her.

I presume

they took her to a doctor?

Not even that...

well, who took care of her?

I did.

- What are you going to do?

- I'm waiting for money.

But I suppose Ill never see any.

L have to go abroad.

Couldn't you contact

the local authorities?

I don't dare.

I don't...

what about the police?

Talk to Rebecca,

tell her you're on to her.

I've been thinking about it,

but I haven't dared do it.

You don't know what Rebeccas like.

Or whatever her name is.

No one dares confront her.

- Thomas Samuelsson.

- Hi, it's Annika Bengtzon.

- Did you track down that Id number?

- No, Ive been busy.

I just found out

that Rebecca Bjrkstig is a fraud.

- Damn...

- Paradise is a house in the suburbs.

The only service that takes place

is billing. There is no staff.

- Really?

- I'm going to check her credit rating.

- Why don't you join me?

- I don't know if I can make it.

Bring the id number if you can.

She has 107 personal

debts on record.

Back taxes, parking tickets,

traffic violations -

- Unpaid Ikea furniture,

rental cars, trips, bank loans...

credit cards.

That doesn't make her a criminal.

She's declared

every possible kind of bankruptcy.

Personal bankruptcy

twice in four years.

Bankrupt stock corporations,

partnerships, limited partnerships...

the paradise foundation

is deep in debt.

And I fell for it...

the next step is

to map the whole thing out clearly.

And I know...

...over in their base out

in Jrflla, that tumbledown house...

two women and two children

are in hiding.

The worst thing of all is...

...that I put one of those women

in touch with paradise.

That pisses me off!

An apartment in the heart of town,

sounds smart.

It's destined for the wrecking ball.

No hot water

and a shower in the next building.

- What's Vaxholm like?

- Rock'n roll...

just like Hlleforsns.

- Is that where you're from?

- It's also rock'n roll.

- How long have you lived there?

- Forever.

- How long have you been married?

- Forever.

- What's wrong?

- Aida's gone.

- What?

- She's not there...

listen... I want you to take these.

- What's this?

- The keys to paradise.

- And here's the address.

- What should I do?

Go upstairs. There are papers

that will help you expose Rebecca.

What about you?

I can't take this any longer.

Could we meet somewhere? Please?

Somewhere downtown.

How about Sergel's plaza?

Twelve o'clock.

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