Has he made any mention during these… five hours… four and a half,
of getting safe passage out of here?
I am unaware whether he has made any of his plans known to us.
The next step that awaits is the arrival of Clark Olofsson,
and in what way the situation will unfold.
-He speaks English. What else do you know? -Nothing.
Son of a bitch!
Go live!
The ringing of three or four gunshots from a sub-machine gun suddenly reverberated.
My God, Clark.
The bank robber is to be considered highly unpredictable.
Son of a bitch.
Janne fucking Olsson, the chicken thief. A major pain in the ass.
The walls have ears.
I knew it all along.
Hello there, Slufsen.
-I can fucking tell it's you. -No, you can't.
-Yes, I can. -I don't think so.
I told you I'd get you out. Huh?
Do you get it? Three million!
And a fucking Mustang!
You know…
I learned from the master.
Soon we'll be out of here, but first…
Come.
The others are in the vault. I think you're gonna like the girls.
Maybe that's what I should have done, Bang! A quick fix, hero status achieved.
The others are in the vault.
But where's the fun in that?
Fuck no, I'm a bank robber and I didn't want to miss out.
It's not like I had anything better to do.
Four? They told me you had three.
I found the guy hiding in a closet, so I seized him too.
I see.
Come on.
Everybody, this is my best buddy:
Clark Olofsson.
Hey.
When I laid my eyes on her, everything just made sense…
I set three goals for myself.
One, rob the fucking bank.
Two, score with the hot babe.
Three, walk out of here a national hero.
Piece of fucking cake.
For fuck's sake, Janne. You can't treat them like this.
What are you doing? I don't understand Swedish.
You can't say my name and stuff.
Drop the act, Janne.
We have no quarrel with these fine people, they are our friends.
Untie the others.
Do as I say and everything will be fine.
I promise.
Fine, let's see…
-Thank you. -Hi there…
My name is Clark. What's yours?
My name is Kicki.
Pretty.
Just sit still!
-Yeah, I understand that you're scared… -It's just a reef knot.
But I'm here now…
-Everything will be OK. -Right, then left… Come on!
Man, I'm starving. Anyone else hungry?
I'll see what I can do.
Clark's got your bacon.
Bacon…
Right…
Here's the groceries, Tommy. We're here for you if you need anything.
Why the hell did we agree to this? Just starve them out.
-Here's the bread. -Listen…
Clark must be famished, it's been a long day for him.
Hiller, god damn it!
-Move! -Excuse me.
-What's his problem? -He's been like that all day.
-Bummer. -I think it's the stress.
Hello?
-What the hell, Clark? -Got you.
-Man, you scared me. -Did you get everything?
Yes, sir. Anything else?
Glace au four? Sangria?
-You name it. -Sangria, great idea!
-Can you get some? -Come on, Clark.
Or do you want me to leave and let him kill everyone in there? How about that?
Or do I need to call Palme myself?
There's a bunch of trigger-happy goons out there
just waiting for an excuse to blow you two away.
Hell no, you can't do that! He'll kill the hostages on the spot.
You'd get the blame.
Janne is batshit crazy.
Who the hell is Janne?
Tommy Pony…
You're a step behind as usual.
The bank robber is none other than Janne Olsson.
Armed to the teeth, high as a kite, dumb as a fucking doornail…
A bona fide loose cannon.
I am your only hope.
-He told me to tell you something. -Oh?
He told me that he hates cops
with silly mustaches and clown hair.
-I never said that. -Give me the grub.
Just take it already.
And the bread loaf.
-I expect to see some god damn results. -Go shit yourself, Tommy.
And don't forget about the sangria.
-Hiller! -Damn it.
King Gustaf Adolf's health has taken an unexpected turn for the worse.
The king has been put on a ventilator…
…wouldn't comment on the king's condition.
…in the late hours…
-Look here! -…of August 22…
a sudden and significant decline of the king's condition occurred.
That's right! This fucking country isn't big enough for two kings.
…reached 38.7…
Clark!
What the hell?
-What's up? -I want to know what the hell is going on!
We just need to be patient.
But stick to your demands. The Mustang, the money…
And let's bring two of the girls along.
Kicki is really hot.
-The girls? -Yeah.
What good will that do?
Huh? They're hostages, obviously.
And hey, tell them you need me as your driver.
-God damn it, Clark, we gotta-- -We gotta have some fun!
-What the… -Hey, listen…
Let's see here…
Come on!
Come on, sweetie. We might as well have some fun.
There we go.
Come on, everybody.
Come on!
That's better.
Don't act so damn shy.
Attaboy! There you go.
Hey guys, check out Janne the bore.
Janne, I'm only kidding.
He's not happy.
Reporting from Norrmalmstorg, as daylight gives way to night.
A few curious onlookers have gathered.
What's that sound?
-It sounds like they're having fun! -That's one hell of a party.
-It sounds like… Sweet. -Damn right, it's Sweet!
-They played at Gröna Lund last summer. -Oh yeah?
Man! I told you it was a bad idea. God damn it, Hiller!
What the hell is Clark doing down there?
What the hell?
Go live!
What the hell?
-It sounded like a bomb. -That was a bomb.
-A god damn bomb. -Yes, it was.
Janne! What the hell are you doing?
Just watch, maybe you'll learn something…
Slufsen.
Idiot!
What the hell is going on?
-Another bomb. -That was a bomb.
I know it was a bomb! There were two bomb--
-One more. -A bomb.
Why the hell are they using bombs? Son of a bitch!
We don't know why…
Holy shit!
That was one hell of a blast!
-You have to settle down, Janne. -Why?
So you can have fun without me?
I thought you and I were doing this!
Together!
-Of course we're doing this together. -You could have fooled me!
-We are! -No!
-Are too! -No!
-Yes. -No.
Yes.
Apparently no window glasses were shattered.
Let's not jump to any conclusions, but it might be safe for us to stand up.
You're a chubby fucking traitor.
Don't call me chubby. Take a good look in the mirror.
-Fucking noodle! -I'm not a noodle.
And I'm no traitor!
Alright! Let's shoot the hostages already.
He's going to shoot the hostages.
Get Linderoth on the phone!
Please tell me you've got a shot.
Damn it, Janne!
-I see him. The guy dressed up as an Arab. -Take the shot, damn it!
Roger that.
-Come on, Clark! -You're fucking clueless.
Damn.
-You're so fucking high, you don't get it! -Get what?
Damn it, I missed.
-I was doing fine until you showed up. -You asked me to come!
-You managed to screw everything up. -What's happening?
How is this my fault?
-I'm here to pick up the pieces. -You?
Respond, for fuck's sake!
He won't stand still.
-I might hit Olofsson. -Isn't that what we want?
Take the shot, you god damn rookie!
-Open fire! -Damn…
-You don't have a fucking clue! -Blah, blah, blah!
If you're such a fucking hotshot, where's the Mustang and where's the money?
Huh?
You're thinking with your tiny dick, Clark.
My dick isn't tiny!
Is that clear?
Stop moving, damn it.
It's a lot bigger than your chicken brain, you fucking chicken thief!
Don't you fucking call me chicken thief! Janne Olsson is the bank robber in here.
You'd be jack squat without me!
They'll write books and make movies about my life, and you will be forgotten!
Tommy, something's happening. They've turned their guns at each other.
Where the hell did you get that?
Got you now, motherfucker.
Take the shot, you fucking--
Damn it, Tommy. You sacered me.
Get down, Janne! Get down! Ow, fuck! Tommy?
Die already!
I think Clark just saved Janne's life…
The standoff at Norrmalmstorg suddenly erupted in dramatic fashion.
Keep calm, stay behind the barriers!
What the hell… Did you have that gun the whole time?
Yeah.
Dummy Tommy gave it to me.
Dummy Tommy Pony!
Did he say, "dumbass Tommy Pony?"
He fucking did!
Dumbass Tommy Pony!
Fucking idiot!
DAY 2
Tommy Lindström, shots were fired.
-Did you disable the robbers? -No, we didn't.
So, the somewhat positive outlook… One hour ago you were--
-I can't answer any questions. -Let's just say, things are under control.
Chief of police Linderoth was optimistic and told us that you had a plan in place.
-Yes, we have a new plan. We're-- -We cannot comment on that at this time.
Then what's the point of a press conference?
-You tell me. This wasn't my idea. -It was my idea, I'm Hiller.
It was a horrible idea. Any more questions I won't answer?
The bank robber has allegedly made serious threats.
-Can you comment on these threats? -No.
The papers are characterizing him as extremely violent.
I just got out of bed and haven't read the papers yet.
-And don't believe all the crap you read. -What do you mean? We write the news!
Here's the thing.
Regular people like us are struggling to comprehend the existence of such evil.
But the police have enlisted the aid of Clark Olofsson.
Do you think you can trust Clark Olofsson?
-Absolutely. -I don't trust Clark Olofsson one bit.
I only trust his ability to make a mess, that's for certain.
He seems to be in cahoots with the robber.
What?
I can promise you one thing. We will rescue the hostages.
We'll never succumb to criminals.
We won't refrain from use of force. Deadly force, if necessary. Thank you.
Was it really such a smart move to send a notorious bank robber into that bank?
Rumor has it you even handed him a gun.
No comment.
-Why the hell did we agree to this? -Feel free to take pictures.
Hiller, H-I-L-L-E-R.
-Hiller! -Calm down, Tommy.
-So, can you comment on anything? -Well, as Hiller was saying…
The bank robber won't back down.
-Fucking cops. -We need the car now, I'm the driver.
He asked for three million, and for Clark to be his driver.
You're not driving anywhere.
At Norrmalmstorg everyone's waiting, as day two comes to an end…
-You're going back to prison! -He's calling the shots!
They're bringing two of the chicks… I mean hostages.
-I have a bad feeling… -Endangering the hostages? Unlikely.
-We don't know. -I trust Clark.
-Ask Palme. -Ocean blue.
The car they requested is parked out front.
What's he up to…?
The police are ready to return fire. Back to the studio.
THIRD NIGHT
Eventually the fun would come to an end,
so I had to plan ahead and take care of my goals.
It was just a matter of time before Tommy and his goons would spoil all of the fun.
DO NOT OPEN UNLESS I DIE!
Maria, my darling Maria,
I want you to know that all I'm thinking about in here is our future together.
I'm doing all of this for us. I hope you know that.
Oh, Clark…
I know I've made mistakes and I want to do right by you, if I make it out alive.
I love you. Forever yours, Clark.
…Clark Olofsson, walking around in the front office of the bank…
P.S. I was dragged into this and I'm innocent!
I'm trying to be a national hero.
A news update:
Police lieutenant Tommy Lindström maintains that Clark Olofsson
is now collaborating with the bank robber, and that he cannot be trusted in any way.
Shit.
During a chaotic press conference, Lindström made the following comment:
I don't trust Clark Olofsson one bit, but I'm certain that he will make a mess.
He seems to be in cahoots with the robber.
As reported earlier, Clark Olofsson has joined forces with the bank robber,
and has taken it upon himself to drive the getaway car.
-News tip hotline. -Hello, this is Clark Olofsson.
-Clark? -I will set you straight on a few things.
-Is this really Clark Olofsson? -You bet your ass it is.
-What do you want? -The bank robber is a real menace.
-He blew up the cash registers. -What about the hostages?
-The hostages? They fear for their lives. -They do?
-They can't eat, they can't sleep. -Can't sleep?
-It's a fucking nightmare. -Nightmare?
-But I will take care of it. Rest assured. -Do you have anything to add?
One more thing. You might think that the robber will surrender, but he won't.
-He's in full-blown kamikaze mode. -Oh my… Kamikaze?
God knows what will happen next.
But let me make one thing perfectly clear:
I don't want anyone to get hurt. Not even the bank robber.
No violence, no bloodshed.
"No violence, no bloodshed"… That's commendable.
-Something's happening. Gotta go, bye. -Clark, wait!
Hey there.
Hi.
You're awake?
Are you OK, sweetie?
-What do you think will happen now? -Huh?
I'm scared.
There's no need to be scared.
I'm here, you're safe with me.
-Are you sure? -Of course.
What the hell? Not now! We'll continue later.
-Yeah, what the hell? Hello? -Olofsson, this has gone too far.
-Who the hell is this? -You know damn well who it is.
Oh, shit… Palme!
Palme…?
At your service!
As such, I'll have you know that you're not the first prime minister…
Olofsson! Be quiet. You've had your chance.
Change of plans.
Hello?
Palme?
Palme's pissed.
What the hell?
What the hell are you doing?
Open up!
You motherfucking cop fuckers!
-Open! -No!
Idiot!
Son of a bitch!
We now have them locked up in the vault, and we cut off electricity.
So they're sitting around in the dark. Pretty smart, actually.
-But what about the hostages? -No comment.
Call him, and tell him what we talked about.
OK. I will do my best.
You'll do great.
Prime minister's office, Eva Leander.
Hello, this is Kristin Enmark and I'm one of the hostages at Kreditbanken.
I would like to speak to Prime Minister Olof Palme.
The prime minister is taking a nap, but he will be right with you.
-I hope he can talk. -Stand by…
-Hello? -Hello there.
Hello, I'm Kristin Enmark and I'm taken hostage here at the bank.
-And I'm very disappointed in you. -Oh, why is that?
Clark and the bank robber haven't done anything to us.
-So, what are the guns for? -They need protection against the police.
I want you to consider the circumstances.
They've robbed a bank and opened fire on police officers!
Let's get things straight.
-The police drew their weapons first. -That's right.
A police officer was shot.
Well, what would you prefer?
A gunshot wound to his hand or six people killed?
Exactly.
Why not tell them to lay down their guns and let you all go?
-They won't do that. -No…
What about… Clark?
He's sentenced to six years in prison.
No… Yes… Yes.
You see, Clark managed to get everyone to calm down in here.
Yup.
Eventually they have to realize that this can't go on…
You know, Clark actually has nothing to do with this,
and the bank robber will never surrender.
-You have to realize that. -He will, sooner or later…
I want for Elisabeth and me to go with them.
I trust the bank robber and I trust Clark. Do you know what he does?
-He comforts me. -That's right.
Do you actually consider the police to be the adversary?
Yes, if a policeman makes it inside, he will shoot,
and we will have no chance of survival.
Yes, you will.
My honey-bunny buttercup!
-If you were here, I'd kiss your feet. -But…
Olof, you have the final say.
Make the call to Norrmalmstorg and tell them we have a deal.
One and a half million in foreign bills…
-Three million. -Yeah, three million.
Or else, please make your way down here and trade places with us.
-Thank you and goodbye. -Hello?
-That was so good! Amazing! -Good job, Kicki.
-Good job. -I did it.
DAY 4
It's 10 a.m.
The bank robber and Clark Olofsson are now in direct negotiation with Olof Palme…
-Come up with ideas. -We're getting creamed in the press.
-A swarm of wasps into the vault… -Let's flood the vault with water.
-And cover the floor outside with soap. -Excellent, Micke! Can it be done?
We have a cunning plan…
There is action at Norrmalmstorg.
A strategy is being put in motion…
The police have acquired large mirrors, as well as smaller ones with handles.
The police are loading sand bags…
The guy with the submachine gun comes running…
-Bag that fucker! -Hiller!
One, two, three…
-To the right? -Left, left!
Don't break your back.
You've delivered welding equipment. Do you know what it's for?
No, I don't.
Four ambulances are on stand-by…
Mind the door!
It's an eerie feeling across the square.
No one knows exactly what awaits, but something big is about to go down.
Lift with your legs.
Is this the beginning of the end?
I don't know. The hostages seem to resist.
As if they're more scared of the police than the robbers.
WHAT IS STOCKHOLM SYNDROME?
Well, it's--
A bond has developed
between the bank robber and Olofsson on the one hand, and the hostages.
Obviously the hostages have attained
some kind of fragile security with the bank robbers.
When faced with danger, people can't cope without a sense of security to cling to.
The hostages have more faith in the bank robbers than the police?
Understandably so, since the bank robbers are the ones with the guns.
And consequently, that is where they will seek comfort.
Damn, things were looking grim.
We were completely cut off from the outside world. No water and no food.
And Janne was running out of speed.
He was like a ticking bomb, ready to explode.
But I had no problem being locked up.
And I had tons of loose ends to attend to.
How are you holding up?
Hey… Hey, hey, hey…
I can't take it anymore.
-Huh? -I don't want to die.
You're not gonna die.
Sweetheart…
I love you.
Tell me something…
Tell me how it was when you grew up. Where did you live?
Well… Lots of places.
Tell me about your parents. Your dad?
Well, he was…
He was cool. Really cool.
Everyone keeps asking me about my childhood.
Hello!
As if it would make a difference.
Honey, look!
Same old social services bullshit… Who the hell cares?
There we go. Tune the radio in…
-There's no sound. -Calm down! Shit…
-It's starting! -Give me a fucking break!
Stupid fucking bitch…
-Got it! -Fuck!
Sten! You ruined it! It already started.
Hey, you. Come here and help out.
Take this.
-Hurry up! -Do you see that wire?
It's the power feed to the neighbor upstairs.
Hotwire the cables so we can listen to the radio.
-OK, Dad. -I'd do it myself, but…
You need to learn. Just connect them…
Right, there you go.
-Yeah! It worked! -Electricity for free!
-I can hear Hyland. -Mommy!
It's Snoddas.
What the hell?
-God damn it, son of a-- -It just started!
-Stop hotwiring our electricity! -Damn! Bitch, get me a beer.
-Clark? -Hey!
-Clark…? Clark, wake up! -Fucking Olofsson!
Son of a bitch…
Pay for your own damn electricity!
-What's that smell? Sten! It's burning! -What the hell are you doing?
Look what you did, you stupid bitch! Now there's a fire!
I've had it with you two! You ruin everything!
I never really knew my dad… He left when I was a kid.
You can say I grew up with my mom and two sisters.
I think he's proud of you.
You're risking your life for us. You're a hero, everyone knows that.
He's probably bragging about you to all his friends.
That you're making him proud…
and that you're doing so good.
I'm sure he loves you very much, Clark.
I'm fond of you too, Clark.
Very.
What the hell?
What the fuck is going on?
What is this? Are they drilling?
That noise is coming from a big drill.
We will go through the ceiling, instead of the door.
Tommy and his idiots were drilling a hole through the concrete ceiling of the vault.
They had a big fucking drill…
but they didn't know how to work the drill or how thick the ceiling was.
Here we go again.
Cops shouldn't break into vaults. Leave it to us professionals!
The code? I don't remember.
Another drill head.
The excruciating noise from the drill drove the girls insane.
They panicked and started screaming.
Stop drilling!
Reporters heard the screaming girls and hinted that Janne was raping them.
It's possible the robber is raping them.
But he just sat there in a corner, shaking like a leaf.
What a god damn mess they made. Fucking amateurs.
Join us for more coverage of the action… at Norrmalmstorg.
DAY 5
Move.
What the fuck!
What the hell are you doing? You fucking assholes!
-Cocksuckers! -Janne!
He's hit!
Take that, you fucking cop!
What? What the hell are you saying?
What he's trying to say is, "Go to hell, asshole",
but you shot him in the cheek, so he can't speak properly!
Serves him right!
-For fuck's sake, Janne! -Don't damage my drill!
I don't give a rat's ass about your drill!
Tommy! Throw down the money and the keys to the Mustang now, damn it!
Or else, I'm gonna fuck this fucking bank in the asshole!
Calrm down, Janne.
Roughly ten minutes ago,
during a drilling operation,
a shot was fired from the vault
through one of the drill holes, and a police officer was hit.
Erv gash!
-What the hell is he saying? -Erv gash.
-Excellent idea! -What the hell is he saying?
Nerve gas.
-Nerve gas? -Yeah?
-Won't that kill them? -Yeah, it would kill them.
Yes, it kills them. But isn't that what we want?
Want? For them to die? What the hell?
-Sher ehm. -Did you hear that?
Yes, I heard what he said. He says we should scare them.
-With nerve gas? -It's worth a shot.
-You can die from nerve gas! -We don't know that, Tommy.
-Yes, we do know that. -Excuse me…
How about a non-lethal gas?
-Excellent idea! -Yeah, brilliant.
They made threats of gassing us.
So I came up with the idea of placing nooses around their necks,
meaning they would hang if the gas knocked them unconscious.
It worked…
I'LL HANG THE HOSTAGES IF YOU GAS US!
…for the moment.
The bank robber Olofsson, beg your pardon, has the advantage of being in his element,
whereas the hostages on the other hand are mere pawns stripped of all dignity,
as their lives are completely in the hands of the bank robber and Olofsson.
A lopsided psychological circumstance.
So you side with your executioner?
Yes, if the executioner is the only one who can provide security.
It's 11 p.m. and this is a news update.
Our top story is the Norrmalmstorg hostage situation.
In light of recent violent escalations, people call for a swift end to the siege.
According to reliable sources, the robber is now in "kamikaze-mode",
and anything can happen…
Tommy, do you copy?
DAY 6 (LAST DAY)
Hey!
It's over… right?
Well, it sure looks that way…
But hey, that doesn't mean we have to leave empty handed.
What the hell are you talking about?
Look what I found, it's everywhere.
Ten-thousand-crown bills.
Three, four, five, six… Sixty fucking grand.
Look here…
You roll them like this, nice and tight…
Sixty big ones, and then…
And what?
What the hell do you mean?
-You stick it up the deputy. -What do you mean, "deputy"?
The brown eye!
You shove the money up the balloon knot…
Your butthole!
Son of a bitch…
Damn!
-Clark, you're a fucking genius! -I know.
-Yeah, let's do it! -Yeah.
But I'm going to need your help with…
Sure thing! Let's do it.
-Sixty grand… -Yeah…
-I bet you can fit a hundred. -Really?
-Yeah. -Oh…
Son of a bitch! Be careful, damn it.
What's with the screaming?
-Come on! -Relax, you are too tense.
Take a deep breath…
-It won't fit… -It will!
Relax your back…?
Fuck me, it's tight. There you go!
It's sliding in, Janne.
-It's sliding in… -That's it!
Now it's in there, don't tell me otherwise.
-Nope. -What the…?
-Don't hit me, you asked for my help. -Let's go! Go!
Breathe!
You're pushing it out. It's not working.
-No. -Nope.
Push harder, for fuck's sake!
I am pushing harder…
-What is sliding into what? -How should I know?
Take a deep breath.
-One, two, three! -Nice and easy.
Yeah, now he's crawling up there. Yup!
He's in there.
-The son of a bitch got in. -Yeah.
What the hell was it?
Let's do another roll.
For how long can the average person endure this kind of mental pressure?
Well, I can't give you a specific answer.
If I were to make an educated guess,
it's a matter of a few days at the most,
maybe even less time than that.
It's 8 p.m. and this is a news update regarding the Norrmalmstorg robbery.
Lock and load!
Six days of negotiations with the robber and Clark Olofsson have been for naught.
But the police and Mr. Palme are sticking to their approach.
Quote: "Rule of law shall prevail and we will never give in to criminals."
Fuck this!
End of quote.
I won't let you win! Do you hear me?
You sons of fucking cock sucking bitches!
Get up!
-No, god damn it! -Janne?
I'm gonna kill her!
And it's all your fault!
Drop the gun, Janne. Leave Kicki alone!
It wasn't supposed to be like this.
It was supposed to be you and me!
The Mustang and the money…
Right, Clarken?
-How the hell did it go so wrong? -I don't know…
-Janne… Stop crying. -I'm not crying!
Actually, you are.
-But that's OK, Janne. -God damn it…
-Clark, what's going on? -Not now, Tommy!
Whatever.
I'm sorry…
OK. Release the gas.
Roger that.
What the hell?
I'm sorry!
I surrender!
-Stop it! -I surrender!
Do you hear me? I'm sorry!
-He surrendered just like that. -Let's get the bastard.
Prepare to open fire.
OK, open the vault.
Janne!
-Hostages first, nice and easy. -No way! You'll shoot me once they're out.
-Come out! -I'll go first.
-We refuse! Janne goes first. -Fine, but you better take it easy, Janne.
-What was your name again? -Håkan.
-I said what's your name, damn it? -Håkan Rundlöf!
Håkan Rundlöf, I'm coming out. Don't shoot, for fuck's sake!
Olsson is coming out of the vault.
-Seize him! Janne, you're under arrest. -I surrender!
I surrender, already!
-Clark, god damn it, come out! -I'm coming.
So, Kicki…
Clark!
I hope I will see you again… I'd really like that.
Clark, get out here now!
Girls, Sven, take care.
-Here he comes! -Hey guys.
-It took you long enough. -Seize him!
What the hell?
-Clark… -I'm on your side!
Easy now.
What are you doing?
Tommy!
Breaking news, the siege is over!
Look!
The bank robber has surrendered.
I want to see Clark!
I repeat, the bank robber has surrendered.
The bank robber is in cuffs as he's escorted across the square.
Emotions are running high, this has been going on for six days.
The first hostage, a male…
I stand corrected, it was a woman.
The female hostages are being taken outside.
Apparently Clark Olofsson got the job done.
Here's another hostage…
And lift…
These pictures that are being broadcast across the nation… It's amazing to see.
All thanks to one man.
That's all of them.
-Fun. -That's one way to look at it.
-Clark! -It's Clark Olofsson!
Let's see if we can get a shot of Clark Olofsson…
My boy!
He is met with cheers and accolades.
Thanks to me, the cry-baby Janne, surrendered.
Look…
My work was done.
Daddy's a hero.
The hostages were safe, nobody died.
You're welcome, Palme. And you're welcome, Sweden.
You did it, Clark.
BECOME A NATIONAL HERO - CHECK
No one was hurt, according to lieutenant Torrander,
and the reporters clap their hands.
My Clark…
I told you, you'd amount to something.
…a huge relief.
Hey.
That went well.
What the hell happened to you?
-Anne scho me. -What's that?
He said that Janne shot him, through the drill hole.
-Damn, that was you? -Yeah.
I tried to stop him, but…
Well, you know.
So… what's the plan? Disco? We have to celebrate!
No celebrations and no disco, you're going back to prison.
-Damn… -But we're doing a pit stop first.
And a bathroom break, I hope.
Alright, let's go.
POLICE
Cwark, goo ruck!
Hiller, god damn it…
Hey, first off, where's the can? It's a crisis, I've been holding it in…
Oh, very well. Make a right, first door on your left.
First door on my left. Found it!
Damn. There was something familiar about this place.
Or maybe it was a case of deja-vu, or whatever they call it… Weird.
Why, thank you…
THE FIRST PICTURE FROM INSIDE THE VAULT
Suddenly, I remembered.
Fucking kids!
That's right.
Then I realized who I was about to see. Olof fucking--
-I see you've helped yourself to a drink. -Yes.
Palme.
I thought I deserved it.
By all means, you deserve all the credit.
-Yeah. -Assuming your story checks out.
Of course it checks out.
I was working for you all along.
I expect you to honor our agreement and do me a favor.
Yes, well…
There's this thing called due process, and so on…
…but you have my word that you will come out clean.
I don't think of you as a hero, Olofsson.
No, you're just a criminal.
I just wanted to meet you. You fascinate me.
Yeah, I have that effect on people.
I can imagine.
Finish your drink, Olofsson.
It will be your last for quite a while.
We should be the ones in there…
-Mawbe oo shoud be happy fo hish shake. -God damn it, Hiller.
-Take care, Olle. -You too, Olofsson.
Go shit yourself.
Kicki?
-Clark… -What the hell are you doing here?
The prime minister asked to see me too.
I'll be damned…
-Would he mind waiting one minute? -One minute?
-I can't wait any longer, take me! -Me neither.
-I fucking love you. -Oh, Clark.
I fucking love you.
GET THE GIRL - CHECK
-Sir. -Thank you.
I just got laid.
Me and Kicki.
Clark, I have sad news.
How is that possible on a day like this?
What the fuck is it?
Your father has passed away.
What are we waiting for? Let's go.
OK…
He oo go.
Let's go.
So typical of him.
-Fucking asshole! -You're not welcome here.
I don't give a…
The fucker wouldn't even let me have a moment and be happy.
Come over here and kiss my ass!
Not even on a day like this.
Same old story.
It's always about him, him, him.
He died without a penny to his name, pants down and dick in hand.
I ain't never gonna miss him.
Opening inner gate.
Roger that.
-You look great, Clark. -Thank you.
Wipe that grin off your face, you brat!
Poor little thing.
Smile for the camera everyone.
Olofsson, you have a visitor.
-Hey, honey. -Hi, honey.
What a circus, huh?
-Palme asked for my help, so I had to. -Amazing!
-And I saved the whole damn thing. -I know, honey.
-You're a hero! -Yeah…
Well done!
Did you get my letter?
Yeah, I got it.
-And I loved it. -I meant every single word.
-And the other one? Did you get it? -Yeah.
-Here. -Great.
-What's in it? -Huh? Oh…
Stuff you write when you think you're gonna die.
-It must have been horrible. -Yeah.
You were so amazing. You really were.
You're the best. Do you know that?
You're the best.
Come over here.
ATTENTION! DO NOT OPEN UNLESS I DIE!
Did I mention I'm a genius?
I sure am. But you already know that by now.
ROB THE BANK - CHECK
That's right, I almost forgot…
Like I said… A genius.
BASED ON "VAFAN VAR DET SOM HÄNDE?" I-III BY CLARK OLOFSSON
Subtitle translation by Erik Lindberg