Studio Sex Page #3

And the idea Christer Lundgren has

something to do with it. So strange.

He seems like such a nice man.

Just like William. Really nice.

I don't know what

I could say against him.

- Do you know him?

- Yes. He rents a flat in the same building.

- I thought that's why you came along.

- This building?

Yes, the top floor.

What do you think I should do?

She's dead.

Yes, I know.

No, I haven't talked to anyone.

What do you take me for?

Annika Bengtzon, Evening Press.

I'd like to speak to you.

I have only a few questions.

Hello?

- We'll write anyway, even if you're silent.

- Would you please leave?

Why did they question you?

Did you see anything?

- I believe in your innocence.

- No comment.

It's better you

tell your own story.

Would you please do what I ask?

I'd like to

speak Karina Bjornlund.

This is tricky.

Do you have an appointment?

There she is.

Annika Bengtzon, Evening Press.

I've already talked

your colleagues today.

- Why was the minister questioned?

- Ask our PR.

Is it because he rents an apartment

in that neighbourhood?

Then you know more than me.

And if I knew, I wouldn't say.

Is this about Studio Sex? The

nightclub? Did he go there sometimes?

Excuse me, I have a meeting.

The agreement on free trade

is his great project.

In addition to a project with

the Minister of Development.

On the evening

of the murder he was

with a Baltic trade delegation.

Strictly speaking this

isn't criminal,

unless you're an

ex-Communist like me.

He has to be a good negotiator.

That treaty between the conservationists

and the electricity company...

Was largely due to him.

Nothing more?

He is a lawyer and economist.

Politically active since

his student days.

Not a "9 to 5" man.

Very dedicated.

Are you sure?

- That I can sleep here?

- Yes. They're not here now.

- How nice.

- What?

- How long have you been together?

- Approximately ten years.

But we have our ups and

downs too, like everyone else.

- What mood was she in that night?

- Cheerful.

Very happy. She had just been

admitted to the university.

So she had

no quarrel with Joachim?

Did anything happen?

Do you remember

who was there that night?

Was this man there sometimes?

I don't know.

- So you recognize him?

- All men suits look alike.

Can she have

known him from elsewhere?

Sorry. I just want

to know what happened.

- Are you going to the memorial service?

- I'm probably not welcome.

Hello, darling.

- Do you like it?

- Great. The children are already asleep.

- You fly at each other's throats?

- No.

But I miss you.

I thought about coming home.

No, stay right there.

I have so much to do.

Can I call you back tomorrow?

I have to make some phone calls.

- Yes, of course. Kiss.

- Kiss.

I need to work.

- Can I go with you?

- To the club?

- Have a pint, look around.

- Really?

It's possible, but don't say you're

a journalist. Joachim will explode.

Who was that?

What a glamorous girl, huh?

This is Josefin's locker.

It's empty.

Everything's been removed.

In addition to these.

Which I borrowed.

- Was that hers?

- It was her favourite.

Josefin could

sell herself well.

She was up all night drinking

champagne with older men.

- She could earn as much as she wanted.

- And how much do you earn?

Enough.

I have a contract.

The others work black.

How many girls are there here?

Quiet. Everyone is here by

their own free will.

And they earn all

their money at the bar?

Come say, I also worked in bars.

Long ago, but still.

Is that still in use?

- Good technique.

- Thank you. Sorry.

- Where did you learn that?

- I came with Patricia.

- My name is Annika.

- Hello, Annika.

I'm Joachim.

We can use a roulette croupier.

Sorry, not interested.

Think about it.

You're always welcome.

"He says I can never leave."

He says he can't

live without me.

"He says that

with tears in his eyes."

- Where's the coffin?

- Still with the forensic service.

The family

couldn't wait any longer.

You can come forward now to say

goodbye to Josefin.

To start with, her immediate family:

Johan, Marie and Per.

Don't interrogate anyone here

leave now? Please go away.

Do you hear me? Get out.

Another seven

weeks until the elections.

Christer, you should keep away

from the media. As you wish.

Everything that goes to the press,

goes through you, personally.

Not through someone else in PR.

- Where's Marie?

- In Portugal.

And has she

talked to anyone? Beautiful.

All of us will keep quiet about

what Christer said to the police.

Unfortunately the harm's

already been done.

Now it's now important to

minimize the damage.

What happened with

the Baltic delegation?

They went back home this morning

on the first plane.

You should stay away from here

for a while, until it's passed.

In a quiet place where the police

can't contact you.

Where? I can't go home.

- I might...

- You're doing nothing.

- You've caused enough trouble.

- I know where she can go, Christer.

What was that riot at the memorial?

It's already on the Internet.

- What happened?

- Nothing.

How do I know whether Lundgren

went to in Studio Sex?

He denies it, and the police

won't say anything.

And Patricia can only remember

"men in suits".

- Did you speak to that friend again?

- She's staying at my place.

Pardon?

Josefin's mother threw her out.

She had nowhere to go.

- Does Schyman know that?

- Of course not.

Goodness, Annika.

A good friend of the victim

you're writing about.

What's the matter with you?

If Lundgren was in Studio Sex,

there must be a receipt.

- Ask the Ministry.

- Declaring that he isn't really upstanding.

You don't know. Sometimes people

do ordinary things in

unusual situations.

Well, I'm off.

A week in the hammock,

and no newspaper.

- What shall I do without you?

- You save yourself.

You can always ask

our sailing champion

for help, "el Patriko".

Don't worry.

Hi. Did the Minister

of Trade submit

a restaurant receipt

dated 27 June?

- In that case, I'd like it.

- And who are you?

I don't need to say. This is

public information, you know.

Can I get a copy?

I've proof Lundgren was at

Studio Sex that night.

55,633 SEK entertainment...

Charged on his credit card.

Can you confirm that?

Do you bother me sometimes?

Why don't you tell?

- I'm just doing my job.

- I.

"I had three stitches."

The nurse said I was lucky.

"If my eyes had been open.

I'd be blind."

Minister in sex

club on night of murder.

Here I demand

a good explanation.

- I just wanted him to calm down.

- It wouldn't seem so.

You look like a hooligan,

at the victim's funeral.

We weren't

any worse than the others.

We waited until the family

politely finished saying goodbye.

I was the first

who spoke to the family.

Maybe they'll reconsider.

He didn't seem to know

his daughter was a stripper.

It looks like a mistake.

We'll get a lot of criticism.

Are you tired? You look tired.

Do you get enough sleep?

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