Paradise Page #4

I'll be there.

This is the end of the line...

where is the truck

with the cigarettes?

Go ahead and shoot.

You can't hurt me...

Ive been dead

for the past eight years anyway.

Give my best to your family.

Unbelievable...

a woman's been shot downtown.

- Nobody saw a thing.

- Doesn't surprise me.

Personally, Id never report a murder.

Being a witness is way too risky.

- What do you mean?

- Someone's been shot.

- Aida Begovic.

- One of those immigrants.

- Probably from Yugoslavia.

- They're immigrants too, aren't they?

Shot between the eyes.

- The meeting's at three, remember?

- It was an execution...

- and the dentist's at four.

- Was that today?

- Like that guy over at the free port.

- What are you going to do?

- A root canal.

- Those things hurt like hell...

have a pleasant afternoon!

How are you doing, Annika?

- Everything all right?

- I'm... fine.

Good.

At the height of lunch hour,

in downtown Stockholm -

- A young woman was shot.

Her identity has been established.

Bosnian citizen Aida Begovic was

found by a construction worker-

- In a building near Sergels plaza.

What do we know about

the girl who was shot downtown?

That she's dead.

And she was from Yugoslavia.

- What about Ratko?

- Nothing.

- The execution?

- Nothing.

What about cigarette smuggling

and the Yugo mafia?

- Is there a connection?

- We don't know for sure.

- What about the police?

- They aren't saying a thing.

- You must have a source...

- Yes, but he doesn't know anything.

- Are you just sitting on your fat ass?

- Come on!

Then nothing will happen.

What do you expect me to do?

Want me to make things up?

L could write loads, but I need facts.

- The police aren't giving me anything.

- Ten years ago...

the police came to you,

begging for information.

For god's sake, Schyman,

without facts we don't have a story...

as if I didn't

know that already, damn it!

The guys upstairs are on my back.

They want results.

They want us to sell this damn paper.

And he just walks away...

- what am I supposed to do?

- What do you mean?

- He's drunk.

- How can you tell?

L can tell. I caught him slumped

over his computer the other day.

I find that hard to believe.

Spoken as a colleague

or as a prejudiced friend?

Doesn't matter. Drunk or sober,

he's the best reporter we have.

Hi, it's me. Got anything for me?

You don't...

Hang on, you've got to give

me something. I'm in deep sh*t.

That's right. Come on, damn it!

Give me something - Anything!

Downtown murder

I don't understand

how can you blame yourself.

Some maniac

shoots a woman downtown.

You put her in touch with paradise

to protect her.

It didn't work out,

but that's not your fault.

Maybe not, but she's dead.

And I liked her.

You got to know each other...

I don't know about that.

It was more like... identification.

And sisterhood,

considering the necklace and all.

- Give me a break, Anne!

- I understand.

Of course I understand...

You tried to help someone,

and now she's dead. It stinks.

It does stink.

Just acknowledge

that it wasn't your fault.

- Do you want sweet & sour?

- Yes, please...

- got any wine left?

- In the fridge.

It's been there for two days,

so I bet it tastes like piss.

Aida...

...must have realized

that paradise was a scam and left.

It doesn't matter who shot her,

it was still my fault.

Jesus Christ!

I don't believe you!

I know about your crusade to save

the world, but this is going too far.

Please, you're completely exhausted.

You worry about

your grandmother around the clock.

- You're pushed around at work.

- They don't push me around...

you don't get to do anything!

And then I find out

that you were practically assaulted -

- By the most-Wanted

criminal in the country!

You get involved

with such dangerous characters...

why the hell didn't

you discuss this with anyone?

To protect Aida.

That was the whole point

of paradise, for god's sake!

And now it's all shot to hell...

well, at least it's all right

to contact the police now.

Right?

- Who are you?

- Are you Rebecca Bjrkstig?

I'm Thomas Samuelsson,

from the Vaxholm local authorities.

- Is this paradise?

- You can't barge in here...

- you haven't made an appointment.

- Do you think Im an idiot?

- I'm on my way out...

- We hired you to protect someone.

- She was murdered yesterday.

- I'm aware of that.

We took her in for four weeks,

and that has to be paid for.

She chose to leave. She broke

the rules. Get out of my way!

What the hell are you doing here?

It's getting to be quite a party.

- Where are you going?

- It's none of your business.

Out to rip some more people off?

You have some nerve!

You called the paper

and tricked me into believing you.

- Possibly because you're so naive.

- I believe in people.

If someone tells me they've been...

there's more evidence, you know.

- You're going down!

- You just want to save your own ass.

- Get out of my way!

- You f***ing b*tch!

Go to hell! You're going down!

Fine, run away!

Go screw some other poor souls.

Hang on, just let me

clean the place up a bit.

I wasn't expecting visitors.

You don't need to take your shoes off.

Come on in.

Have a seat.

So it hurts that bad, does it?

Like something to drink?

- Do you have any whiskey?

- All I have is red wine.

That must

have been one hell of a fall.

Sure you didn't bang your head too?

What a creep she is, that...

what's her name, Rebecca Bjrkstig?

I wonder where she ran off to.

Nice place...

- good thing I was there.

- Yes, it's a small world.

Hungry?

- What have you got?

- Frosties.

I make a wicked

pasta with canned sauce.

So, how did you meet your wife?

It feels like it happened eons ago.

We've been married for twelve years.

- She works at a bank.

- Really, doing what?

She handles corporate loans.

Lots of friends and fairly well off...

it's a good life.

- How about you?

- What do you mean?

I can see that you live alone now,

have you ever been married?

No, just engaged...

that was back in Hlleforsns.

We...

we were childhood sweethearts too.

- His name was Sven.

- And it's over between you?

Yes, it's over. It's over...

there is a nation-Wide alert

for Ratko Markovic -

- A war criminal and a principal

force in the Yugoslavian mafia -

- Suspected of the free port killing

and the murder of Aida Begovic.

He is presumed

to be in the Stockholm area.

Please exercise caution, this man

is considered to be dangerous.

- Aren't you going to get that?

- No, Im not.

I'm sorry...

I...

I haven't even...

...kissed anyone

since my last relationship ended.

I guess it triggered

some kind of reaction.

I'm so sorry.

God, this is embarrassing...

what happened to him?

What happened...

he died.

I...

I killed him.

Otherwise he would have killed me.

But Im so sorry...

it was self-Defense.

L had to go to court.

I received a suspended sentence,

for manslaughter.

The terrible thing was

that I just kept on hitting him.

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