Episode 1 Modus

This programme contains some strong language

Don't brush your teeth

Don't wash.

Don't shower.

Don't brush your teeth.

Don't wash.

Don't brush your teeth.

I need to get in.

Don't shower.

Don't brush your teeth.

To prevent pregnancy, HIV and sexually transmitted diseases.

Turn your head, please.

Back again.

Don't brush your teeth.

No! CRUNCHING

DOOR OPENS

Unit chief Warren Schifford, FBI.

Ready?

There's clearly been some kind of misunderstanding.

Inger Johanne is a student of mine.

And a friend.

Let's go, sir.

Rebecca Schifford.

Warren's wife.

I'm so angry about what my husband's done to you.

-No, I...

-No-one deserves that.

Did he tell you about our four children?

Yes.

Our youngest, Elliott, has the same condition as your daughter.

SIRENS WAIL

She's dropping the charges.

Obviously.

And she's leaving the FBI, effective immediately, to go back to Sweden.

Here's what I want in the divorce settlement.

And you can fight me or you can accept it, I don't care either way.

But I'm getting full custody of the kids and I'm taking them

back to London with me.

She's agreed to keep her mouth shut about what happened

in the hotel room, provided you never get in touch with her again.

Did you give her money?

She's not a prostitute.

LIFT RATTLES

# Darkness

# So much darkness

# Once I knew what love was all about

# Inside me

# A mountain of shame

# Who is to blame?

# Still no replies What a surprise

# Secrets and lies

# Don't want to die. #

DOOR OPENS

PHONE RINGS

APPLAUSE

DOORBELL RINGS

Mmm. Mwah.

Sorry for the inconvenience, madam.

Apologies, just a few more minutes' drive.

I don't care where I sleep, as long as I sleep.

Is this diversion because we're afraid of Troy?

We're just trying to cover all the bases.

Maybe I should've gone straight to Berlin.

Right. OK.

We have to wait a few minutes.

-SHE SIGHS

-You got a migraine?

No, it's just...

-SHE SIGHS

-I don't know.

I was here in '86 when Palme was assassinated,

it was a ski holiday with a girlfriend.

And her family, they knew Palme.

Her father cried so hard that he walked into a door.

Why am I thinking about that?

I want to visit Palme's grave.

-Will you put that on the schedule?

-Of course.

Hunter, make a note.

What's your name?

Eva.

Eva?

You on duty tomorrow?

I'm sorry, sir.

Whatever happened to that Swedish woman?

Your student at the FBI.

I haven't seen her in four years.

Good.

-RADIO: All clear.

-OK. It's clear. Let's go.

ENGINE STARTS

Excuse me, sir. Can I help you?

Jessica Ostlund.

Office manager. We met at the embassy in Washington.

Of course. Hello again.

Just wanted to stop by.

Well, the premises are a bit makeshift.

It's been set up purposely for the presidential visit.

Oh, it's impressive.

-Efficient.

-Barely floats.

Oh. Warren Schifford, FBI,

personal advisor to the President.

Alva Roos, chief inspector, head of the taskforce.

Nice to meet you. Have a nice day, Mr Schifford.

Oh, er...

..four years ago I had a very Swedish student within the FBI.

"Very Swedish?"

Free-spirited.

Intelligent.

-Inger Johanne...

-Vik?

Yes. She's prepared a number of profile assessments for us.

Vik.

Is she here?

No, she's just part of the emergency unit.

Is this your first time in Stockholm?

Yeah. Beautiful city.

Although...

a friend of mine did warn me it can make a foreigner feel...very lonely.

DOOR OPENS

Mmm.

WATER RUNS

RUNNING WATER DROWNS SPEECH

HELICOPTERS WHIR

Everything OK, Hunter?

All fine, sir.

How's your wife?

My wife?

And, er, the boys?

I bet they miss you.

Oh, they're fine, sir.

Madam President is waiting for you.

I'm being relieved now.

Sleep well.

The intel that's been pouring in on Troy these past few days

is just total and utter chaos.

Could be a diversion, could be a Trojan horse,

but it doesn't fit with any of the other intelligence

we're getting. Nothing else points to an imminent, spectacular attack.

Your job is to be on the forefront,

to find the people behind the threats.

What worries me is that there's nothing we've been gathering,

absolutely nothing, that could give the enemy glory or even attention.

I have given you virtually limitless resources.

Zoe.

Well, that's a gorgeous dress.

Good choice.

Now, our little Cinderella,

she's going to the ball with the young royals.

-Mom, enough with the fairy tales...

-Oh...

-Come on!

What am I supposed to talk to them about?

-HELEN SIGHS

-You just be yourself.

-You've got plenty to offer.

-OK.

-Now, you see this?

-Mm-hm.

This is Queen Astrid

and she was beloved and respected for her care of innocent women

and children. That was her legacy.

-Madam President, the car is here.

-Ah.

Now, you wake me up when you get home tonight.

-I want to know everything.

-Mm-hm.

I love you.

SHE LAUGHS Love you too, Mom.

I suggest we loop in the Swedish Prime Minister

and his head of national defence about Troy.

No, no, no, no, they've got too much on their plate as it is.

Besides, they've got an election coming up.

You never know who you can trust.

-Hey.

-Hey.

I've done it, Warren.

I've told Isak I'm leaving him.

DEEP BREATHING

PHONE RINGS

What is it?

We've just received new information

and it looks like we have to act sooner than we thought.

Send it through.

You got it. Hey, I've got to run.

Let's talk later.

She's changed her mind.

She's changed her mind.

She's changed her mind.

I don't know what to do.

-Faithfully execute the...

-I don't what to do.

..President of the United States,

so help me God.

That I will faithfully execute the office of the President

of the United States.

Here's Zoe.

That I will faithfully execute the office... I got away with it.

It's time to let it go.

Did my mom go to bed?

We said goodnight a few hours ago.

RADIO CHATTERS

Hello there.

Mom?

Mommy!

Mom?

-Hey, Zo.

-Where is she?

-Where's who?

-My mom.

She's in bed.

No. She's not.

Where is Madam President?

Evergreen, code one.

-It's all right. No.

-You've got to look at me.

-No, no, no.

-SIRENS WAIL

-Sorry. I...

-It's going to be OK.

-You have to go.

-I don't want... No, no, no. Please let me stay.

Is there an explanation for your presence here?

-A fucking standing order from our Commander-in-chief.

-Why wasn't

-I informed when you entered?

-I didn't want to wake you.

-Come on.

-Let's go. Go.

-Zo, I'm...

-What's going on?

-I'm taking you to the embassy for safety, Zoe.

Keep moving. Come on. Let's go.

In the car. Quick. Get her in the car, now.

OK, back inside.

Back. Go, go.

MOBILE RINGS

Did you check it?

Repeat. Repeat.

Copy. Affirmative.

Madam President's coat is gone, as are her shoes.

Erm...m-m-maybe she had some place to be.

Somewhere we didn't know about.

How did she get out, Roy? Are you going to tell me that?

-I don't know.

-Can you picture our President climbing

out of the window and down

-the wall because she had "some place to go we didn't know about"?

-No.

With complete disregard that by doing so

she would set up this clusterfuck?

Never mind the fact that opening any of these windows triggers

a really loud alarm.

Your people are contaminating the crime scene.

Can you at least pretend to be in charge?

HELICOPTER WHIRS

FOOTSTEPS APPROACH

SIGHING AND THROAT-CLEARING

MOBILE RINGS

HELICOPTER WHIRS

PHONE RINGS

No, just... Just put it...

Put together whatever you have and send it to me, OK? No, no, just...

Yeah. I've got to go. I've got to go.

Madam President didn't want any civilian cameras in her suite,

so we're still trying to figure out how she got past Secret Service.

I don't need you to tell me my President's habits.

Is there any possibility she might have disappeared voluntarily?

-Oh, don't be absurd.

-Well, maybe she wanted to meet with somebody

she knew in Stockholm. You know, without the press around, that's...

Why's that absurd?

-She used to live here.

-Tell me something -

do you think we're a bunch of amateurs?

Maybe we should just stick to you answering the questions

I need answering, OK?

I tell you what's OK, Mr Schifford,

a crime has maybe been committed in Sweden, which definitely

falls under Swedish jurisdiction because Sweden is a sovereign state.

I'm in charge of the investigation, you're our guest.

But as a courtesy and out of respect for your President,

we have assigned you with a liaison officer that will keep you posted.

As long as it doesn't interfere with our investigation.

Is that all right, Mr Schifford?

Fair enough.

Can I have him?

This is Ingvar Nyman. Chief inspector, this is Warren Schifford

-from FBI.

-Pleasure.

-Hey.

HELICOPTERS WHIR

HE CHUCKLES

INDISTINCT CHATTER

That's where I laid out Madam President's make-up.

Doesn't she wear lipstick?

Yes.

Strange, I...

I'd put it out, it was the one that matches the coat. She...

-So her coat was hanging on this rack.

-Yes.

Right next to the rest of the outfit for tomorrow. I mean...

I mean today.

What about her purse? DOG BARKS

Have you ever seen Madam President wearing a purse over her shoulder?

Locating.

Is there a threat you haven't informed us of?

Oh, I'm not authorised to tell you.

Who can authorise you?

-The Commander-in-chief.

-MOBILE RINGS

An underground tunnel.

You guys didn't know about this?

Jesus Christ.

So someone knew this was there and didn't say anything?

Hey, you got to have an insider.

You took a joint decision with our national bureau to move

the President to Skeppsholmen in the last minute.

You cleared everything, including the tunnel.

I've got to notify my embassy.

It's not strange there's a tunnel.

-Stockholm is full of them, for Christ's sake.

-Yeah.

-Fuck.

-Yeah, hi, it's Warren Schifford here...

-Fuck.

Can you put the ambassador on?

RATTLING

SHE WHISPERS IN OWN LANGUAGE

What do you make of the President's personal ties to Sweden?

Is there anything there we don't know?

Sweden needs to own this.

You guys lost the American President.