Codename: Annika (Koodinimi: Annika)

...they stop at the other end of the alley.

There's cops coming from all directions, and I'm like, "Let's go."

-I start running... -How long is the alley?

From the tower block to the gas station, about 30 meters?

-I continue running... -Are you panicking?

Totally fucked. I'm a 17-year-old with two cop cars behind me.

-I thought there was just one. -I see a fire escape.

I drop the six-pack, and start running and climbing the fire escape,

with the cops still breathing down my neck.

-Was it rusty? -What?

-The ladder. -Yes, it was an old garage.

I keep climbing, until they grab me by the ankles and start pulling me down.

I'm hanging from the ladder, trying to pull myself up, and then I fall.

I break two ribs.

On which side?

This side.

Any comments?

-Sounded like a true story. -It was.

-Was it your own arrest? -Yeah, five years ago.

Dragged a skinny little junkie down a fire escape.

Okay, good. It really did sound like you were there.

With that being said, where was the mistake made?

-...still breathing down my neck. -Is it rusty?

-What? -The ladder.

The direction of my gaze.

On the right, we have the future, the great unknown.

Our gaze naturally goes there whenever we're making stuff up.

The past is on the left.

We go there for the stuff that's buried in our own, real memories.

Don't use things that you've heard somewhere.

Use your first-hand experiences, the stuff that you've felt in your core.

If you've hung onto a ladder for dear life, you'll remember...

The direction of my gaze. That's basic psychology,

and I was screwing up in front of Erola like some fucking novice.

Yeah, you're a total failure even as a human being.

Everyone in the Finnish NBI is ashamed of you.

Hello.

-Why? -A small job tomorrow.

An undercover job? But I'm in the middle of training.

Finish it in the field.

Are all of these forgeries?

Yes, they are. They are confiscated.

I never would've guessed.

This one?

A late Helene Schjerfbeck.

We tracked a forgery of it in a case a few years back.

Is it a forgery or is it real?

Impossible to say.

-Do you have a picture of the back? -Don't you know the painting?

Yes, but the provenance on the one we tracked

seemed watertight, but a fluorescence test showed that the colors...

Perfect. You sound just like them.

Auction tomorrow in Stockholm.

-It's there? -You're an expert on Nordic art. Name?

Emma?

Your cover name.

-You haven't started building a legend? -No, I'm in the middle of training.

Okay. Don't think. Just give me a name.

Something you'd react to if I shouted it across the street.

Annika.

Annika what?

Storm...

Stormare.

-Annika Stormare. -Yes.

Annika Stormare. Here's your legend.

-And what's the job? -This one.

There are three stages in every relationship.

Stage 1.

During the first months, you do anything to impress the other person,

meaning you hide the fact that actually, you're a train wreck of a human being...

-Sampo? -...who can barely keep a cactus alive.

-Do you think this is business elegant? -Do you want an honest answer?

Well...

So, stage 2.

When you've managed to lure them in, show them what you really are. Test them.

Steal a knife from a restaurant and see if they take a fork.

My dear, we don't steal forks.

-What's your lecture about? -It's a short presentation on pigments.

One of our experts had to cancel, and I was asked to be the back-up.

When are you coming back?

Latest by tomorrow evening, maybe. So, what's the third stage?

After you've revealed your true self to them,

check if they're still next to you.

-What if they're still there? -You make sure they never leave.

And how exactly are you going to do that?

-You lock them in your basement. -Come on!

That was a good one.

What shop is still open at this hour?

Hello, I'm Annika Stormare.

A specialist on Nordic art.

Hello. Annika Stormare. Hi.

Annika. Annika Stormare.

ANNIKA

Excuse me.

Sorry.

Sorry, it got delayed.

Plenty of time.

Officer Haka, A.K.A. Annika Stormare, picked up.

ETA, seven minutes.

-Make it six. -Copy that.

PIN's her birth year.

Same for that one. Comms on the right earpiece.

Two for yes, one for no.

I'm under "Mum." You have to put your fingerprint in.

-Legend? -Specialist. Freelancer. Nordic art.

-Here for? -Prospective clients. I just got sacked.

-Sacked from? -Vertigo Art. Private investors.

-Birthday? -February 15th.

-Star sign? -She doesn't believe in horoscopes.

Aquarius.

-Our guest of honor. -Hi, welcome.

-Vacklin is head of operation -Nice to meet...

Let's get you sorted. Hassan, get the girl set up.

End of Cronberg Street? Stay there.

Camera's here. Audio coverage is five meters.

-You have the camera there. See? -Okay.

Point it forward, so we can see.

Holmström is your back-up and your second pair of eyes.

Hello.

Pia?

Okay.

Okay, five minutes.

-Okay, let's get started. -Get ready.

-Everything okay? -Yes.

Follow me.

-This is not about a forged artwork. -Get ready.

Okay. So, what is this really about?

You go in, look at the painting, then wait for a command.

But anyone could've looked at the painting at the preview.

This particular painting wasn't offered for a public preview.

Then it shouldn't even be in the auction.

Exactly.

So, this is a charade for something else or a part of...

Haka, Haka, Haka.

Don't overthink this. Undercover operatives don't ask questions.

They jump in, dig around, and get out when told to.

One minute.

You have an anchor?

-A what? -A visual cue. A mantra? A color?

Red.

-Do you use lipstick? -No.

Annika means red.

If you feel like you're losing Annika, look for red.

Anything.

...watch the building from two sides. Two teams cover the exits.

Stormare enters through the front gate. We have eyes on her the whole time.

Unit 2, what's your status?

Unit 2, all set. Unit 2, all set.

We're in position outside the building, ready to intervene if needed.

Team Alpha and the surveillance team are ready to take action, if necessary.

All units. Here we go.

Don't mess this up.

Welcome to Ståhlgren's.

Okay. We're in.

There.

Rasmus Ståhlgren is on location.

Storm...

We're getting interference. Concrete walls.

Storma...

Stormare?

Can you hear us?

Is it your forgery?

Object confirmed as fake.

Ståhlgren!

Magnus.

Stormare, can you move closer to the man speaking with Ståhlgren?

Look at that. Magnus Torstensson. Construction. A dirty millionaire.

One of the suspected fronts.

His wife runs a gallery downtown.

And you're as wonderful as ever.

Welcome, everyone, to our annual Summer Classics.

Stormare, Holmström. Get in. See who buys the painting.

370,000.

More than my last down payment.

That's life.

A latecomer.

390,000.

-Did you see that? -What?

Rewind.

Freeze it.

A possibly armed individual coming in.

Female, dark hair.

Coming up the stairs.

Do we have 390 for that?

390. 390,000.

Moving on to lot 17.

-Here we go. -It is a late Helene Schjerfbeck.

Very beautiful. And we'll start the bids at 1,500,000 Swedish kroner.

The bidding starts at 1.5 million.

Torstensson placed a bid. He's one of the fronts.

1.55.

One million, five-hundred fifty thousand. That's good. One million, six-hundred.

Who was that? Holmström, who placed the bid?

One million, six-hundred and fifty.

Confirmed. The latecomer is bidding.

One million, seven-hundred thousand Swedish kroner.

One million, seven-hundred thousand Swedish kroner. Yes.

One million, seven-hundred fifty.

-They're pumping up the price. -One million eight-hundred thousand.

As expected.