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And the search for clues?

She was raped, there must be DNA.

This is logical,

they were a couple.

They got into an

argument and she left.

This is his story. Don't

speculate about him.

What were they arguing about?

- We've found her clothes.

- Where?

- At a recycling center in Hogdalen.

- Are these really her clothes?

- Yes, but they're useless as evidence.

- Why?

They are mixed with

other garbage.

Write about that, but

forget about her friend.

- Why?

- Because I said so.

What is this nonsense

about clothes or

someone in her environment?

Pure speculation.

- This isn't a teen magazine.

- It's everything I have.

And that flat mate has

fascinating little

to report about.

She's sad, so what?

- She was really sad.

- Well.

If they were such great

friends, you should

have been able to

elicit more from her.

- Go, talk to her parents.

- They don't want to. I've tried.

Bengtzon has nothing.

We must fill the gap.

Ask our criminologist, this seems

like a serial killer.

Yes. This guy

and I love each other.

You need to locate the friend.

What was he busy doing?

Why do we know nothing?

Where's the drama, damn?

Here's the cash.

Come in.

- Would you like a drink?

- No.

- A Coke?

- No, thanks.

I tried to sleep a bit,

but it didn't help. Sit down.

- She earned that.

- It went pretty well tonight.

Who do you think it was?

- Maybe one of those posers here.

- No idea.

- What did you tell the police?

- The same.

- That you know nothing?

- Yes.

"He blushed as he looked at me.

He couldn't hide his feelings."

He was the most

handsome boy I ever met.

He can also cry.

He wasn't embarrassed about it.

I told him I wanted to leave

and achieve something.

"He was the first who really

listened to me." It's him.

- How do you know?

- I know. The way she talks about him.

And he's the owner of the club

where she was a stripper?

- Do you intend to keep it for yourself?

- Yes.

You should tell Schyman.

- This is just one more time.

- I know, but...

I promised.

- Hi. Back from sailing?

- I see you?

Hello, Annika.

Did you miss me?

- Joachim Robert Viklund.

- Tell me more.

Born in 1980, Brannkyrka.

Address:
Gamla Rasundavagen in Solna.

Unmarried, no children.

Has a BMW M3. No income.

A trading ban and a

bankruptcy in 2005.

- I know who did it. Patricia said...

- He has an alibi.

Several employees say he was in

the club at the time of the murder.

The bouncer, the

girlfriend of the bouncer,

they all say the same thing.

They were celebrating something.

Afterwards Joachim shared

a taxi with the bouncer.

- You can check that.

- The taxi was illegal.

So you think it isn't him.

- Are you sure?

- He has an alibi.

- From his friends, yes.

- Get it out of your head.

And another thing:

Don't tell me

how I should do my work.

FINED FOR ASSAULT IN A PUB.

Annika, why didn't you?

The police interrogated a minister.

I send Patrik there. Where have

you been? Come to the office.

Christer Lundgren was interviewed

for information purposes only.

He isn't a suspect in this case.

Why did you interrogate him?

He may be able to

assist the investigation.

- Did he know the victim?

- No comment.

- It's a complex investigation.

- The public has a right to information.

We can't say any more now.

The same old song.

Come on, Schyman's here.

- No, that's a good angle.

- Yes, right?

Ha, Annika. How is it? Finally a good

story, just before the elections.

You could almost suspect

the opposition.

The Prime Minister

dragged back from vacation.

- You here?

- Hello, Schyman.

That girl wasn't a waitress,

but a stripper.

- What?

- A stripper in a nightclub.

Studio Sex on Surbrunnsgatan.

And who is the owner? Her friend.

- Is that confirmed?

- Absolutely.

- How could you miss that?

- What was she doing in the park?

Picking up clients?

F***ing all her customers there?

There's a considerable difference

between a stripper and a prostitute.

Not so much as between a stripper

and the nice girl in your story.

Who excelled so well at school.

It's still something that

she became a stripper?

- That's not an excuse.

- I didn't say so.

- What did you say?

- Quiet.

"I was just

putting it in perspective."

What matters now is that

it effects Christer Lundgren.

Exactly.

Amateur. Come on, Patrik.

- Take the kids along for a while.

- I want to stay with you.

- No.

- Why not?

Because this

may be very difficult.

What do I say to the children?

And for how long then?

I don't know for how long. Yes,

it depends on what's in the papers.

- Did you know her?

- It isn't what it seems.

"He doesn't want me

talking to others"

about us, even when

I tell nice things.

I'll never do it again.

"I'd never hurt him."

This is really good. Great.

No one has this perspective.

Perhaps the "Christian stripper

is fond of children."

What's the relationship

with the minister?

Maybe he came to the club.

So what?

I can check the official side.

What projects he is working on now.

Annika, you do the personal contacts.

His wife, colleagues, friends.

Someone angry

at him who's willing to talk.

Maybe he's using violence.

Patrik, ask the police at the club.

Are you Annika Bengtzon?

How do you write that stuff

about my daughter?

First you call

and you are all sympathetic.

Then you accuse her acquaintances.

How do you think it feels?

How can you even look

at yourself in the mirror?

And now it

says my daughter was...

A kind of street-walker.

Have you any

idea what you've done?

You destroy people's lives,

just to sell your newspaper.

- It wasn't the intention...

- Get off me. You understand nothing.

- Are you moving out?

- Josefin's mother threw me out.

She said if I hadn't met

Josefin, she'd still be alive.

- How could you write such a thing?

- I haven't done anything, I swear.

That was a colleague at the newspaper.

I've no idea how he found out.

I told you it would come out.

- Where are you going?

- No idea. Look for a wealthy lover.

- You can stay at my place.

- No.

- My husband and kids aren't there.

- Nice of you, but I'll manage.

Until you've

found something for yourself.

I have to work,

but you can still use it.

Perhaps, give me the address?

Annika Bengtzon, Evening Press.

I wish to ask Christer

Lundgren some questions.

Then you'll have to

ask Karina Bjornlund.

- Who's that?

- It is about that.

- I thought you'd left.

- I'm leaving tonight.

- Where are the children?

- With my mother.

Were you at the police station?

Where have they asked?

Christer, say something to me.

You don't have to remain silent.

I can't say anything.

I need to think of the

other stakeholders.

But it's all okay.

I can't say more.

What do you

actually take me for?

I don't know what to think.

But I know you've done

everything for the party.

Are you sure you didn't see

or hear anything?

- Something you remembered later?

- No.

I'll never be

able to go to the park again.

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