Episode 5 Modus

This programme contains some strong language

HE SCOFFS

You're welcome.

Everything points to a single individual being behind all this.

Troy, the man in the wooden horse.

Woman.

I think someone's trying to direct our attention

towards your time here in Sweden.

It's been 17 years since we left here.

He used to work at the same institute as your father

at Stockholm University.

Do you know my mother, too?

HE WHISTLES

I'm here! I'm here!

VEHICLE APPROACHES

ENGINE STOPS

CAR DOORS OPEN

KING WHINES

BARKING

KING BARKS

SCRABBLING AND BARKING

ENGINE STARTS

KING BARKS

DOOR CLANKS

# 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

# The ifs and whys

# Secrets and lies

# Don't wanna die. #

DOORBELL RINGS

LIGHTS BUZZ

MOBILE RINGS

SHE YAWNS

SHE SIGHS

THEY SHOUT

INAUDIBLE

ALARM BLARES

PARAMEDIC ADMINISTERS CPR

INDISTINCT CONVERSATION

BEEPING OUTSIDE

SHUFFLING PAPERS

..He'd seen a man in a cowboy hat.

It was close to a place he said reminded him of his childhood home.

WATER SPLASHES

GRUNTING

WOMAN MOANS

KNOCK AT DOOR, WOMAN MOANS

No...

INSISTENT KNOCKING, HE GROANS

-Just wait.

-Yeah.

-Early bird.

-Catches the worm.

What do you want?

Inger Johanne Vik was at the Embassy yesterday.

Yeah, talking to the President's husband. I know.

I was there for the duration of the conversation,

after which, I was asked to run an extra security check on her.

Well, she's a bit rough around the edges, but 100% loyal.

I have nothing but good things to say about her.

As you know, our security checks give us

full access to all her files.

December 14, 2013, Inger Johanne Vik was in New York

attending a conference on violence against women.

As my assistant, yeah.

The same night, she filed charges with the NYPD. Assault.

Rape.

False imprisonment.

Eight hours later,

she dropped all the charges.

Your wife at the time managed to arrange a place at Berkeley

for the daughter of the officer who briefed Inger Johanne Vik

on the consequences of a rape accusation.

The attitudes an abused woman can face, victim blaming.

Wasn't that the subject of your joint article?

How women can often be shamed into silence?

Exactly what are ou trying to do here?

I suggest you recuse yourself from this investigation.

Before anyone else hears about this.

I...suggest...

you think about how close you're coming to ruining your career.

We'll see about that.

< DOOR OPENS AND CLOSES

DOOR OPENS >

DOOR CLOSES >

-Where were we?

-I really need to go to work.

-Really?

-Yes, really.

Stop it!

SHOP BELL RINGS

INDISTINCT CONVERSATIONS

Cola?

SHE SIGHS

SHOP BELL RINGS

-ECHOING:

-He said... He'd seen a man in a cowboy hat...cowboy hat...

Sitting on the hood of his Chevy C10,

sharing an ice cream with this shepherd...shepherd...

ENGINE REVS

KNOCK AT DOOR

-Is she dead?

-No.

-So, you found her?

-No.

-So, what?

-I need to talk to you.

OK.

-How is it going with you and Inger Johanne?

-About the investigation!

KNOCK AT DOOR

Thank you. Just bring it in.

What's the, er... The tipping situation in Sweden?

Yeah, my greatest weakness.

Women.

When I lie awake at night and think of all the mistakes I've made,

they all have something to do with women.

Thank you, sir.

DOOR CLOSES

And even now, a woman holds my fate in her hands.

If Madam President isn't found alive, my career dies with her.

-Did you eat yet?

-Are you surveilling us?

Me and Inger Johanne?

I would be very surprised

if at least one of our 17 intelligence agencies

weren't watching your every move.

Not to mention our seemingly invincible enemy.

Modern times, you know?

We had another death last night.

-What?

-Oscar, the guy driving around the fake president.

He finally wanted to talk to me,

but when I got there, he was dead in his cell.

Well, that must've been tough.

-"Tough"?

-Having to face your monumental incompetence.

You guys had one job - keep him alive so we could question him.

On the wall of his cell, he made a small drawing.

A few years ago, one of Munch's versions of The Scream

was stolen from an exhibition in Stockholm.

Oscar was convicted of the theft,

but kept his mouth shut about who he delivered the painting to.

There was a huge investigation. One name kept popping up.

Mahmoud Muntasir, an oil billionaire of Saudi and Persian descent.

Owner of a company called SAFE Inc.

Ring a bell?

I really don't know what you want from me.

Co-operation, I thought that was the whole fucking point!

HE SIGHS

Troy.

-We believe Troy is the codename for the attack on the President.

-"We"?

My behavioural unit staff and I.

We are convinced that behind all this isn't a big organisation,

but a single individual.

-You think he could be the one?

-Well, I don't know.

They are old friends.

He even donated 20 million to her campaign.

-He donated money to get her elected?

-Yeah.

But...

I don't think they're friends any more.

-Why not?

-At one point, it looked like Helen might lose the election.

It was leaked that she promised Muntasir government contracts

to secure American ports if she got elected.

A favour between friends?

Well, if you want to put a negative spin on it, yeah.

But her assessment was that his company

was the best one for the job.

So, what happened?

Well, just before the last debate,

I suggested that she should make it absolutely clear

that the security of American

ports must always remain in American hands.

And not...Arabian.

CLANKING

SHE PANTS WITH EFFORT

CLUNK!

LATCH CLICKS

WATER DRIPS

THUDDING

THUDDING NEARBY

SHE GRUNTS

SHE GASPS

SHE PANTS

SHE STRAINS

Madam President?

-Where's my daughter?

-No, she's safe. She's at the Embassy.

-Who are you?

-My name is Inger Johanne Vik.

I'm with the Task Force.

-Police?

-No, I'm a psychologist.

Where's my bodyguard?

Andrew Russell? He's dead.

-Do they think I'm dead, too?

-No-one knows.

We need to get you some water and an ambulance.

Nobody can know that you have found me.

More than my life depends on it.

Promise me.

I promise.

Why you, a very pregnant psychologist,

is the one who finds me?

-Is it your first?

-No, I have two daughters.

You're very lucky.

CLATTERING >

RATTLING AT DOOR

-We have to get away.

-My legs won't move.

We need to get out of here.

HELEN GROANS

FAINT TAPPING

SWITCH CLICKS

OK. Here, watch your step.

HELEN GROANS

I can't walk any longer.

HELEN GROANS AND SOBS

HELEN MOANS

SHE SPITS

VEHICLES APPROACH

-You have a fever. We need to get help.

-No.

I don't trust the FBI.

Warren Schifford, I'm going to need your gun and your phone.

You're going home.

What was it that you wanted me to help you with?

You know him? You worked with him at the FBI in DC.