Codename: Annika (2023) s01e03 Episode Script

You sneak in here, day in, day out,
stealing as much beer as you can get!
You're scum,
just like your fancy-ass, whoring
-What is this inquisition?
-Your little brat here
Stop! I'm calling the cops.
You do that, and I'll tell everyone
the dick you suck on Thursdays at
the bowling alley isn't your husband's.
Shall we?
A night out with the girls?
Does Ms. Stormare have a habit
of driving under the influence?
-Can I make a phone call?
-Finland.
Have you moved here recently?
"Aggressive."
I see they couldn't get a urine
or a blood sample from you,
so, we'll take them now. Follow me.
Could you notify Detective Inspector
Rina Olander I'm here?
Why would I do that?
Emma Haka,
National Bureau of Investigation, Finland.
Come again?
Thank you, I'll take it from here.
Haka, follow me.
Never identify yourself
when you're undercover.
Especially to another cop.
Are you sending me home?
I was just trying to get into character.
Fantastic work, Finnish girl!
"Cuckoo's nest." Jackpot.
We got a hit in Europol intel.
It's a code used in Blanko's
money laundering operations.
-For what?
-"For what"? That's for you to find out.
Jesus. Is she slow or still drunk?
Just Finnish.
If this "cuckoo's nest" thing
is the tangible evidence
that links the Carpentier network
to Ståhlgren's,
we have what we want.
-Okay, so
-Follow the French woman.
Find out what the "cuckoo's nest" is.
Push, push, push!
CODENAME:
ANNIKA
PENTIMENTO
The number you dialed is unavailable.
Fuck.
The French woman?
Call me. Annika.
Sampo
Sampo
Hi, honey. I'll call you tonight.
HOTEL
Sienna
Excuse me, I need to reach a guest
of yours. Béatrice Joly, J-O-L-Y.
-We don't give out info about our guests.
-It's important!
-I'm afraid I can't help you.
-Can you at least call her
-and say she has a guest in the lobby?
-I'm afraid not.
Ms. Joly checked out this morning.
Thanks.
The number you dialed is unavailable.
Excuse me, madam. Your name?
-Stormare.
-She left you a message.
Thank you.
They got you.
Thank you.
You said you wanted to
show me something?
Sorry, what time is it?
It is springtime.
Hilma af Klint.
You'd like to buy this?
It's not on our upcoming
I would like to sell it. Via Ståhlgren's.
And who's the seller?
Worth 250,000 euros, give or take.
Can you help?
Of course.
Where is the painting?
In the cuckoo's nest.
-Can you take me there?
-In due time.
First, I need Ståhlgren's to approve it.
And why wouldn't they?
The provenance.
Is that going to be a problem?
No.
Let me know once it's approved.
Ivanka! I need your help in adding
a painting to the Nordic Masters.
-Can it wait till Monday?
-Depends on the procedure.
How do I get a painting on the sales list?
I'll add it in. Who authorized it?
-Who?
-Rasmus or Micke.
Either has to authorize it. We don't
take any market painter's scribbles.
Yes. Rasmus said it's okay.
-Okay. Who's the artist?
-Hilma af Klint.
No, I can't see a new item from Rasmus.
He's probably been too busy today.
-I can check with him.
-No, I'll do it.
Go home, now. Have a nice weekend.
-Thanks.
-Your third day on the job.
You don't show up or answer the phone.
-Sorry.
-What happened to your face?
-I was drunk and fought a cop.
-You fought a cop.
-Okay. Where were you today?
-I got a lead on an interesting painting.
-You don't bring in paintings.
-Why not?
That's not why I hired you.
Okay.
The thing is
that it's a Hilma af Klint.
From 1909, worth 2.5 million crowns
depending on the condition.
-Who's the owner?
-It's coming in via Paris Art Exchange.
No.
-Why not?
-No. No.
Just do your job.
Come to work on time
and pick up your phone.
That's all you will do here.
Do you understand?
Thank you.
Twenty-seven
Bingo!
Micke, hey!
-I thought I'd find you here.
-How did you find me?
Ivanka told me where you
spend your Friday afternoons.
-Hi.
-This is Annika from work.
No shop talk, I promise. Hi.
-Nice to meet you.
-Sherwan.
-Annika. Hi.
-Please sit.
Thank you.
-Do you want to play?
-Thank you!
Seventeen
All right.
-Are you painting?
-No.
Micke, I want to show you something.
Check this out.
What about it?
I found a client who wants to sell this.
-Who?
-Paris Art Exchange.
Talk to Rasmus. Bingo!
I'll be right back.
Okay.
Help me with the af Klint.
Not if it comes in via Paris Art Exchange.
Why not?
It's just a painting.
I have to take this. Micke.
Yeah, I need a list of all the previous
What a lovely home you have.
I'd love to see your paintings.
These are amazing.
-Do you do exhibitions?
-Not here.
My name can't be out in the open.
Okay.
Who's this?
My
little brother.
He died in a bombing.
Sherwan?
-What are you doing here?
-These are incredible.
-He's talented.
-I know.
Could you give us a minute?
Forget what you saw here. Okay?
-Why?
-That's none of your concern.
So, he's paperless.
How did you know?
Now, I know.
We wouldn't want the authorities
to find out about Sherwan, right?
That would be a shame.
-You'll help me with the provenance.
-I can't anymore.
I can get it into the auction,
but the authentication is your problem.
Okay. I know some people.
Rasmus won't allow it.
Leave Rasmus to me.
-Would you like another drink?
-No thanks, I really should go.
I have a work thing to sort out.
It was nice meeting you.
Please, come back again.
Take care.
You've reached Paris Art Exchange.
Please leave a message after the beep.
So, it's approved. I need the painting.
Thank you.
Annika Stormare
It's Rina Olander. Please leave a message.
Hi, Mum.
How do I know if I've crossed a line?
Or
Forget it. It was nothing. Bye.
Here. It's in Gotland,
just north of Visby.
The sauna is here.
-It needs some fixing up.
-It's so beautiful.
When this is all over, I
-Drop you off at the metro station?
-Sure.
-Hi, baby.
-Hey!
-Sorry for waking you up.
-What happened to your face?
This?
I fell off a city bike.
-When are you coming back?
-Never.
I'm back on Monday.
I love you.
And I want to marry you.
If you're certain.
I am. Certain.
I think you fell asleep.
Yep.
Hello, Béatrice.
Hello, Annika.
Meet me at the
Swedish National Museum.
Okay.
When I said I needed
to see the painting,
I meant the af Klint,
not just any painting.
Here you go. The cuckoo's nest.
Good luck.
Take the staircase down.
Three floors down.
You know what I love?
Passages between
the known and the unknown.
Spaces where you are supposed to
just pass through.
Stop
at the right spot, and you disappear.
Straight ahead.
Door on the left.
Staff
only
Spaces where you can become
someone else.
Fifth row, on your left.
PARIS
ART EXCHANGE
Open it.
How do you like it?
It's beautiful.
Now, take it with you.
How?
Take it to the security desk
and sign it out.
-Hey.
-Hello.
I'm signing this one out.
Okay, name?
It's such a hot day.
Springtime.
Hi.
You need to verify the identity.
-Annika Stormare.
-No, the recipient's identity.
-Where is this going?
-Ståhlgren's.
It's Svensson, National Museum,
to Rasmus Ståhlgren.
I'll wait.
Svensson, National Museum.
I'm just confirming an outgoing delivery.
It's a Hilma af Klint.
Tracking number 201257-9.
-She's
-Annika Stormare.
Annika Stormare.
Okay. Yes. I thought so.
Bye.
Thank you.
Exit through those double-doors.
Help her out.
Béatrice?
-Where are you?
-I'll be in touch.
Wait, no.
I want in.
-Into what?
-Into
Into your world,
into your in-between place.
-I bet you do.
-No, I mean
I wanna work for the people
you work for.
Paris Art Exchange isn't hiring.
I wasn't talking about them.
Who, then?
The Carpentier network.
Annika, if you get in the game
with Carpentier, you never get out.
I want in.
I'll call you.
Yes, hello?
She spotted me.
-Why is Holmström following me?
-Of course you have backup.
Well, you could've at least told me.
Okay, I'm telling you now.
Did you take it to Ståhlgren's?
-On Monday.
-Good.
Now, we know what the cuckoo's nest is.
They hide fakes amongst genuine paintings.
The best place to hide a book
is a library.
Exactly. Rasmus Ståhlgren taking that
painting into an auction confirms
that he's laundering money for Carpentier.
It's a direct link.
-He hasn't agreed to it yet.
-Makes sense.
He's suspicious of you.
Try getting closer to him?
It smells so good, darling.
By the way,
your blood sample came back
negative for drugs and alcohol.
-But I didn't give one.
-No.
My treat.
Okay, thank you.
Listen, I've been thinking
Hang up.
Hello?
Get in!
-Inside!
-Okay.
Who are you?
-What is this, Rasmus?
-You appear out of thin air.
You go against my direct orders,
meddling with people
I've told you not to approach!
I'm sorry. Put the gun away.
Please.
Who are you working for?
Why did you get the af Klint? How did
you know the Schjerfbeck was a forgery?
I told you.
I've seen the Schjerfbeck before.
-Where?
-Vertigo Art.
I know the grey area of art, okay?
I know you know it, too.
Everyone knows
the grey area of art, Annika.
I know you're turning black into white.
For the Carpentier network and others.
-I want to help you.
-I don't need help.
Yes, you do.
Micke isn't careful enough. I am.
Is the af Klint watertight?
It will be.
Make sure it is.
What the fuck?
Look. This is not automatic drawing.
When your hand is guided
by God or a greater cosmic force,
you don't erase and draw again.
So, it's a forgery.
Seven paintings just like this were
confiscated in France a few years back.
This could be one of them.
They disappeared soon after.
Okay, let's get that in writing.
Hi, owl head.
I missed you.
Are you back for good?
Okay.
Remove altogether or replace?
Replace with this.
"The undersigned confirms
"that the painting matches
the early production of Hilma af Klint."
Great. Print it.
Only if you tell me what it is
you're actually doing in Stockholm.
I've never seen you like that.
You sounded like someone else
on the phone.
Two more weeks, and I'm done. Print it.
A slobbering drunk with a bruised face.
I said I fell off a bike.
Print it, please.
It's not just a course, is it?
You really want to know what I do there?
We're trying to catch a guy
for money laundering.
But that's not your field at all.
-You're an art crime investigator.
-True, but
Well, imagine
that I'm the Big Bad Wolf.
Okay.
I have
a lot of big, bad money.
From drugs, guns, you name it.
And I want to turn this money
into nice, clean Goldilocks money.
Okay, not even the same fairytale.
So, I give you my bad money,
and I get this beautiful painting.
And you stash my bad money
in your account.
And poof!
It's gone. Forever.
Next time, I'll pick the place.
-I'm coming to Stockholm.
-What?
For backup.
No, you're not!
You're not trained for undercover ops.
I can be Annika's uncle.
No one from my life here can come.
My Stockholm and my Helsinki
can never meet if I want to stay safe.
People you know are the biggest threats
during an undercover operation.
I got a call from Europol.
You?
-Why?
-They were asking about you.
What you're like. How likely you are
to break under pressure.
-Why you?
-I know you better than the Swedes.
Ever since you were a kid.
Europol had a theory of what happens
to people who get close to Blanko.
What?
They're tested.
-For what?
-I don't know.
But that's the word they used. "Tested."
Okay, well
That's what Béatrice and Rasmus
are doing. Testing me.
It means I'm on track.
Hey.
You made me into a cop.
Don't worry.
All transactions around Ståhlgren's
are legit.
But his laptop is a black hole.
Firewalled to the roof.
D21 tracking from Europol. Get it on
his laptop. We'll follow the money.
-His personal one?
-Yes.
I'm not sure I can get that close
to him. He's suspicious as fuck.
Last time, he pulled a gun on me.
Thanks for the backup then, by the way.
Listen, he's a man. You're a woman.
Use it.
-Hi.
-Hi.
I need your help.
There's a reason
why I left Finland.
Why you can't find
any information about me.
I got into some debt, and they
They found me.
Did they do that to you?
Tell me their names,
and I'll take care of it.
-It's not that simple.
-Sometimes it is.
-How much do you owe them?
-Too much.
I will help you.
-I can't let you get involved.
-I already am.
Can I sleep here?
I sleep upstairs.
There is a toilet
down the hall on your right.
I've set alarms on
all the doors and windows.
Wake me up if you want to leave,
and I'll let you out.
-Thank you.
-Good night.
INSTALLING
Come on!
Sexy.
Need a hand?
You spray, I'll wipe. Okay?
So, this is what Rasmus Ståhlgren
does for fun on a Sunday night?
"Idle hands are the devil's playthings."
That's what my mum used to say.
Keeps me from worrying.
What do you worry about?
Right now,
you.
Sorry.
My mum taught me
to not give a fuck about anyone else.
And how is that working out for you?
I'm sorry.
-I'm being unprofessional. Forgive me.
-No.
Don't go.
Can we
Can we just sleep next to each other?