Box 21

-SOS 112, what has happened? -I have taken people in hostage.

-Where are you? -At hospital. In the morgue.

Don't come near! If you do, I start to kill them.

-Do you understand? -Yes, it's understood.

ONE YEAR EARLIER

You fucking rats!

Do you need help?

Do you have a gun? Then I can shoot them.

-Maybe I can get a refill? -Wait here.

I'd wait forever for you.

-Where's my paycheck? -You'll get it next month.

-That's what you said last month. -You're here for a trial period.

-How long is the trial period? -It will last until it's over.

Don't run away, you bastard!

This is exactly why I doubt if you're the right person.

-Because I want to get paid? -No, because of your tone.

-You are scaring the guests. -Do I have to be nice to get paid?

Try smiling once in a while. Then the money will start pouring in.

How about I cut you up instead?

Calm down.

-That sleazebag isn't worth jailtime. -Get out of here, you fucking maniac.

Give her the money first.

What do I say to my mom? We're living on my paycheck alone.

A beautiful and ambitious girl like you can easily get a new job.

-Do you think so? -I don't think so. I know so.

This place hasn't changed.

We always came here on my dad's birthday.

Is he...?

It's just me and my mom, and she is ill...

What did you eat when you came here with your dad?

-Do you like your new dress? -Yeah, it's perfect.

No wonder. You are perfect.

-What about "Siw"? -Siw?

-If it's a girl. -Well, certainly not for a boy.

Okay, what if it's a boy? What should we call him?

-Karlberg... -That should be our kid's name?

-No, you know Micke Olofsson? -The gangster?

That guy, Karlberg, works for him. I haven't seen him for months.

-He looks like an accountant. -That's what he is.

I have some leverage over him to give me information about Micke.

But he hasn't delivered?

Why don't you catch up with him and ask him why?

I'm not working. I'm off duty.

Besides, I know where to get hold of him.

-What's in these? Gold bars? -Siw Malmkvist...

No, don't lift it. I haven't got it yet.

-Wait a minute... -I'm stuck!

Wait, wait...

-Look out, look out! I've got it. -Thank you.

How about we drive it to the dump straight away?

Don't say that about Grandma's desk!

-My husband is callous, as you know. -If we do it together, it will work.

-Are you really going to lift? -Yes, no problem.

-I'm gonna count to three. -And then we lift.

-Or do we lift on three? -We lift on one.

So finally your bachelor life is over, Ewert. It's about time, right?

Yeah, true.

They are going to be parents as well.

-Really? -Sorry...

Sorry. It's definitely not official.

-You are the first ones to know. -Congratulations! Amazing!

-Such wonderful news! -It is, indeed.

-Congratulations. -Wonderful!

It's gonna be great.

Speaking of kids, we've gotta get home to Astrid now.

-Damn it, you're right. -We're late.

-Call me if you have forgotten a box. -Will do.

-Congratulations. -Thanks.

Anni?

I thought maybe we should try this room first.

-Keep your eyes on the road. -Yeah.

And now, let's shop!

-Hi. -Hi!

-You're gonna meet the owners now. -Of the restaurant? Are they here?

-That's all? -Yeah.

You pay cash or card?

-Aren't you gonna come too? -I'll wait here.

-And here we have blackjack. -Yes, there it is! Finally.

-Is it your lucky day today? -Yeah, it was until you showed up.

Don't play this round.

What the fuck? I'm on a roll. If Micke finds out that we're meeting...

Then he'll find out that you're gambling away his money.

If you give me something on Micke, you can get back to your roll.

-Jochum Lang. -What?

-That's his hitman. -And what has this Jochum done?

Everything. Each thing worse than the last.

So we're grabbing a guy that you are scared of and want to be rid of?

It's a win for you as well.

You're gonna find something that leads back to Micke.

You said I was gonna work as a waitress.

You can.

You're just gonna pay for the journey and expenses.

Then you can do what you want, or return home.

It's gonna be tough and unfamiliar in the beginning.

But you'll get used to it. I promise you.

You might even enjoy it.

And you'll earn money that you can send home to Mommy.

What the fuck are you doing? You're staying right here!

You have nowhere to go!

We've got your passport.

How are you gonna get home without it?

If you ever do that again, you're gonna meet Janus again.

Come.

Always answer this one.

Swedish men like shaved women.

Can you make sure that she doesn't go out or try anything?

How was it at home?

It's already spring. I was walking in the parks.

There was only one thing missing: you.

-Is everything okay? -Yes.

-What the fuck are you doing? -I'm shaving.

-Not there! -It's okay. We'll put a wig on her.

That's right. Now you get to wear a nice wig instead.

-There's coffee. -It's not coffee I want.

But that's what you get.

I thought I had shacked up with you and not Siw Malmkvist.

It's a playlist from your phone.

Where is my phone?

I must have forgotten...

I can put up with Siwan when you're here.

You're gonna listen to her even when I'm not here.

Bye.

Let's go down to that new bulgur joint.

No, that gives me heartburn.

-Doesn't the baby like bulgur? -No, the baby likes wallenbergare.

Fucking hell!

Can I get an ID on a plate number? Damn it, he drives like a madman.

The car belongs to a Jochum Lang. He has a pretty long rap sheet.

He's taking exit road 271 towards Älvsjövägen.

-Hey. What are you up to? -Nothing.

This car is registered to Jochum Lang. Is that you?

Get out of the car, please.

Get out of the car!

Anni! Anni!

Fuck... Fucking hell!

Ewert Grens?

-Hi... -Hi.

-When do you think she'll wake up? -We don't know yet.

-And the child? -I'm really sorry...

I'll get someone you can talk to.

THREE MONTHS LATER

What number do I Swish to?

-Cash only. -Yeah.

Listen up, guys. Do you have any cash?

We're 300 short. Come on, the exact amount.

We said 3,000, right? Okay?

Hello? What are you doing in there?

We have paid for ten more minutes.

Hello?

-Where is Lucian? -He'll come.

-Did he really say that? -Yes!

-What did you say? -What could I say? I don't know.

That was fucking weird. He was weird as hell.

Come on now.

-What have you got there? -Where?

What the fuck are you doing? Let go of me!

I'm sorry.

You can't have this. Are you out of your mind?

-Maybe. Where are you going? -I'm gonna throw it away.

-Don't throw away my stuff! -So you have more stuff?