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I'd like to have a business look.
-Sure, we'll make them neat and straight. -Yes.
What do you do for work?
Well, I am…
I used to do
big financial deals.
I acquired companies on the stock exchange.
But the last 30 years, I've been…
I've been on the run.
-In hiding. -In hiding?
Yes, Interpol and everything.
He's managed to stay hidden for 30 years,
the man behind one of Sweden's largest financial crimes,
in what came to be known as the Trustor scandal.
The brains behind the suspected fraud is a 33-year-old Stockholmer.
The key figure in the affair, Joachim Posener.
Joachim Posener,
the man suspected of being the brains behind the fraud.
Joachim Posener is wanted by Interpol.
Rumor has it that he got away with 100 million,
has had plastic surgery,
and has lived in all corners of the world.
The police have a new lead on Posener's whereabouts.
There was talk about Moscow,
Tel Aviv, Rio de Janeiro…
…Barbados, Iraq, and other countries have been mentioned.
A reward was announced for tips leading to an arrest.
And the police received information of all kinds.
Like that he had a ponytail,
very large feet,
spoke in a Scanian dialect,
drank Pepsi,
and that he was in the Big Brother house.
But Joachim Posener was never found.
What happened was that he and four others
managed to buy the investment company Trustor…
with Trustor's own money.
This is unprecedented in the history of the Swedish stock exchange.
Several hundred million from Trustor's cash reserves
have been traced to bank accounts across the world.
One of the biggest financial frauds in Sweden to date.
But how did this happen?
Who did what,
and what happened to those involved?
INSIDE THE TRUSTOR SCANDAL
A FILM BY KARIN AF KLINTBERG
You couldn't have foreseen,
when entering into this deal,
that it would turn into this mess.
"This mess" has been investigated for years,
and there's been drawn-out conflicts
between those involved.
To bring clarity, I've reached out to those who concocted
or just happened to get caught up in all this.
One of them is the consultant Thomas Jisander,
the guy parallel parking the Ferrari.
Now, looking back,
you might think I should've known what was going on.
But I didn't.
I've also met with the deputy CEO, who still hasn't recovered.
Something's broken in my brain. I haven't slept since 1997.
And the investigative journalist.
I felt that something wasn't right.
And the officer who worked the case.
I'm extremely upset that we didn't catch
the key figure behind the Trustor scandal.
What the hell…
And lastly, the old hand in finance
who tried to clean up the mess.
It's one thing to be tough in business,
but when it comes to criminals,
I have no scruples.
And then there's Joachim Posener,
who neither Swedish police nor Interpol
could find during all these years.
No one's heard his version,
whether it was worth the cost
of leaving his family and child behind to live in hiding.
After many attempts,
I managed to obtain an email address
belonging to Joachim Posener.
SORRY TO NAG…
THIRD TIME LUCKY…
When I emphasized that I wanted to find out the truth,
he finally replied.
INBOX
I got your email.
And I've read it.
And okay.
I'll schedule a meeting,
somewhere in Europe.
What are the terms for this meeting?
I still want the option to back out.
How will I know that you're you when we meet?
You'll recognize this voice.
And even though it's been 30 years,
I should look somewhat the same.
BRUSSELS
The first meeting was in a public place,
where Joachim Posener could see us from a distance.
The deal was to only film him from behind.
But no one knows what he looks like now.
Hi, I'm Joachim.
There are very few published photos of Joachim Posener.
A deliberate strategy for someone who doesn't want to be found.
While on the run, he gave one TV interview.
But since the police were looking for him,
he didn't want to show his face.
And he lied his way through it.
You've been identified as the brains behind the deal.
Were you?
No, absolutely not.
I wasn't involved in any of this.
I entered the picture in August.
Before that, I…
You haven't wanted to talk about what happened before.
Why are you doing it now?
Now that the crimes are statute-barred,
there's no reason to hold back anymore.
Will you speak the truth during these interviews?
-Will you tell the truth? -I definitely won't lie.
Not about anything?
No. But it's up to you to ask the right questions.
The people involved
had their own motives for getting involved in the deal.
To me, it was about making money,
and thereby becoming successful.
Money gives you a kind of freedom,
and it's a confirmation of whether you're successful or not.
But even as a kid,
I was fascinated by big yachts and nice cars.
I dreamt of becoming very rich.
I wanted to be able to charter a yacht after a successful deal,
sit on deck with a drink in hand, and feel like I'd done a good job
and made money.
I deserve to live out that childhood dream.
My dream was to get into the financial sector.
I was obsessed with getting into the financial sector.
I used to sell ERP systems.
Wherever I worked, I was usually the best salesman.
But I wanted to be the boss.
Which was a crazy goal,
because it turns out I'm not a very good boss.
Back in the day,
if you had a yacht,
it had to be 30–35 meters
for someone to call their boat a yacht.
Now it's increased.
I wouldn't call it a yacht unless it's at least 50 meters.
Otherwise, you definitely can't call it a yacht.
Go big or go home.
Joachim Posener had other motives for the deal.
After our first meeting,
we agreed to continue meeting
in various places in Europe.
Yup.
You got me here.
I'm not allowed to film his face.
At least not at first.
There is one rule,
no questions about his family.
It's a rule I'll come to bend a bit.
I still control every little detail of my life.
It becomes a habit
when you live on the run.
If you want to be successful on the run, you have to be gray,
uninteresting and invisible,
disappear in the crowd.
Not attract any attention.
While I was wanted,
I lived almost like a secret agent.
I sacrificed my family and my life for the sake of freedom.
Not for the money.
Have you been to Sweden in the last 30 years?
Not once.
Why didn't you return?
I couldn't bring myself to serve another maximum sentence.
I barely made it through the last prison term.
"The last prison term" refers to the one Joachim Posener served
before the Trustor affair.
In the late 1980s, when the financial market was booming,
22-year-old Joachim Posener
had started dealing with stocks and options.
He offered creative tax solutions.
At first, business went brilliantly,
and the millions were rolling in.
I wanted respect in the industry, even though I didn't really belong there.
I was young and wanted to be part of the financial elite.
I wanted everything, and I wanted it fast.
I took some shortcuts. I didn't have time for the long route.
I didn't even finish law school.
My fear was to have lived this life unnoticed,
without leaving a mark.
This led me to wanting to do more and bigger things,
and somehow mark my presence on this earth.
Joachim Posener and a friend started the investment company Thul,
with offices at fancy addresses
in Stockholm and Copenhagen.
The only problem was they didn't have money to do business with.
In 1991, there was a financial crisis,
which made it impossible to get a loan.
But I came up with a way to use rigged options.
It doesn't have to exist. It just has to look like it exists.
I had invented a way to create as many assets as I wanted on paper.
That led to us acquiring four listed companies in Denmark.
But at the same time,
we'd taken a big step onto the wrong side of the law.
I'd bought a house.
I'd just had a daughter.
And life was great.
And then the doorbell rings.
And it's the police.
From this house, two Swedes tried to drain millions from the municipality.
The key figures were sentenced to six and four and a half years
in one of the most unbelievable tales of financial crime.
POSENER, JOACHIM RALPH NORRTÄLJE PRISON
Joachim Posener was permanently expelled from Denmark
and sentenced to six years in prison
for aggravated fraud and tax evasion.
It came as a shock
to receive such a severe sentence
to be served in such a tough prison.
I was 29 years old when I got locked up.
It was…
a social catastrophe.
I lost my house, wife, child, custody…
Everything was gone.
It was a nightmare, going from this upper middle-class life
and driving a BMW to work,
to this misery, with blood and vomit on the walls.
Norrtälje prison.
It was one of Sweden's toughest prisons
with extreme security measures.
It's not for me.
It's for people that are too dangerous to be around others.
I wasn't in the financial world anymore.
You're constantly afraid.
If you look at the wrong guy the wrong way at the wrong time,
you get beat up.
They're used to fighting. I'm not.
But I learned one thing from this experience.
And that was that I never wanted to experience it again.
Yet it was in prison,
first in Norrtälje and later in an open facility,
that Joachim Posener began planning his next move.
What would become the Trustor affair.
Within a week, I was thinking about how to do it again.
But better.
My mission was to get revenge
and eventually become legit.
I had made it my specialty
to buy companies without funding.
And that was the plan this time as well.
I needed to prove to myself that it could work,
that I could buy companies with their own money
without breaking the law.
So I started looking for a listed company,
where I could buy the majority stake and take control.
It should have substantial cash reserves,
and, ideally, undervalued assets.
While on leave,
I'd fill bags with financial magazines and annual reports.
I'd walk past the guard
and smuggle them into the prison.
I made a list of potential companies.
One of those companies was Trustor,
but it could've been any company.
Since I was in prison, I needed accomplices.
I couldn't buy listed companies.
I was persona non grata. My name was ruined.
That's when my cousin contacted me.
JOACHIM - COUSIN THOMAS
Joachim Posener and I are cousins.
In our case, his mother and my mother were sisters.
So we've basically known each other our entire lives.
In October or November 1996,
Joachim Posener contacted me from prison.
He wanted me to visit him.
Thomas reached out to me
and said he wanted to visit.
So I said yes.
He started telling me about the Thul case and what had happened.
And suddenly he says,
"If you're up to something, I want to be in on it."
"What was it you did in Denmark?"
Joachim asked me to take part in the deals he wanted to make.
Thomas insisted on being included, but he knew nothing about this stuff.
He worked in ISO 9000 certification.
I mean, I was educated enough to understand the concept,
even though I hadn't worked in that field before.
I needed someone to attend meetings in my stead,
and he said he was willing to do as I said.
This was my baby, my thing.
It was very important to me that there was only one captain.
But I had failed to anticipate
that Thomas would become money-hungry and filled with hubris.
Welcome, welcome!
This is me.
This is the living room.
And…
There's my conference table and dining room.
A big American couch.
And this…
This is where I keep my bubbly.
Which I drink when I'm thirsty.
Which I am quite often.
So yeah, it's a refrigerator.
And there's a pretty nice view of Monaco.
I'm going to pour myself a drink.
Oh, it's so bright.
It tastes good.
This is a mini-BBQ.
And a little fridge, a caviar fridge.
Right, let's move on.
I've got a few different coffee machines,
ice maker, etcetera.
And this is the bedroom.
Versace. Only the best.
That's it.
Two hundred square meters in the best location.
Yeah, it feels good.
It feels fair.
The cousins grew up in good and safe upper middle-class environments.
Jisander in Askim outside Gothenburg,
and Posener on Lidingö outside Stockholm.
JOACHIM IS GOING ICE-SKATING
I was uncool.
But I had this feeling that anything was possible.
When was the first time you took an unlawful loan?
I belonged to a student society.
I was 17 or 18 years old, and…
I needed to pay for something, and they had cash.
So I took it, intending to pay it back.
But they discovered it was missing.
It was… No, I don't remember. 10 000 kronor.
Do you think that was an early sign of your view on loans?
It's more to do with my view on laws and rules.
I try to follow them as best I can,
but sometimes, when they don't suit me, I see them as guidelines.
During his leaves, Posener took liberties.
He attended business meetings in Europe,
despite not being allowed to leave the country.
After four years, he was released on parole.
He got out sometime in February 1997.
He needed a place to stay,
and I had an apartment I wasn't using.
So he stayed there.
Posener was still under supervision and banned from any business activities.
But who cares if you're invisible.
I realized that we needed more collaborators
to help us go all the way and to open some doors.
And that's when Thomas suggested
his friend Peter Mattsson.
Peter Mattsson was from a wealthy family in Gothenburg.
To me, Peter Mattsson's chief merit
was that he knew a British Lord,
a Lord who fit my plan perfectly.
Lord Moyne is from the successful brewery family Guinness.
He had a seat in the House of Lords.
But as a Lord, he was a bit of an odd character.
He wore worn-out loafers
and Rastafari bracelets.
He practiced yoga
and lived with his wife, Sue, on weekdays,
and with his mistress, Shoe, on weekends.
Business wasn't his cup of tea.
The Lord needed money.
And he'd get that
if he fronted the purchase of Trustor.
He was my hired figurehead.
With a British Lord as a front,
I knew all doors would open to us.
The financial world was eating out of his hand.
No one in the financial world was suspicious.
The Lord was portrayed as a business genius with a lot of money
who wanted to invest in the Nordics.
The group could produce a British magazine,
which listed him as one of England's 500 richest.
What they didn't tell anyone was that this was a factual error.
I had a frontman,
and I had my two assistants,
but a listed company needs a CEO.
It didn't really matter who it was
as long as he was compliant and knew I'd be calling the shots.
Peter says, "You know what? I've got a guy. He's great."
Lindsay Smallbone.
Lindsay Smallbone was from New Zealand but lived in London,
where he moved in upper-class circles alongside Lord Moyne.
Since he had incurred large debts,
the Trustor offer came at an opportune time.
Team Moyne was ready.
You can't recruit better people when you're in prison
than party boys Jisander and Mattson…
and those…
well, bumbling fools,
Lord Moyne and Lindsay Smallbone.
It was like watching a bunch of amateurs,
but back then, you couldn't look people up,
online, on Google.
That didn't exist.
I chose wrong,
it turned out.
It could've been anyone but Lindsay Smallbone.
He led to our downfall.
To me, they were just frontmen who I paid.
In order to afford them, and other costs,
I borrowed money in the underworld.
There was no one else I could borrow from.
Hardened criminals that I'd met at Norrtälje prison.
I offered them 20 million
if they lent me one million kronor.
You didn't mess with them. They were dangerous.
To not succeed
was no longer an option.
In the spring of 1997, another person was brought onto the team.
But the recruitment process was informal, to say the least.
I met Thomas Jisander in front of a mirror at the gym.
I was there doing some bicep curls.
We were sizing ourselves up and talking to ourselves in the mirror.
There was another guy talking to himself, praising his biceps.
"Damn good biceps," or whatever he said.
After a while, we thought we might as well talk to each other.
That's how we became friends.
Thomas said he had something in the works
and that I could be a part of it.
I was so happy to change industries.
I wanted to get into finance.
This allowed me to make that career move.
I've had one dream since I was little,
and that was to have a house, my own house.
So my motivation's always been my wish to build a house.
It wasn't money I was after, but a house.
And I've worked very hard to achieve that.
You can tell I have an inferiority complex
by the size of my house.
I was raised by a single mother who cleaned hotel rooms.
She did a great job, but we never had any money.
When you meet other kids who get bikes and mopeds and…
I never got anything.
It wasn't because my mom was stingy.
She simply couldn't afford it.
And later on, I was placed in foster care.
Unfortunately, the napkins won't match perfectly,
but it'll be good enough.
At Trustor, my role was to serve as deputy CEO
and head of office
at the office in Stockholm.
In the spring of '97, I knew nothing about Joachim Posener.
I later found out that he'd been involved in a financial mess,
but I wasn't aware of that then.
All of my frontmen knew everything.
They knew who I was, that I was Joachim Posener.
They knew that I was the one buying Trustor.
If you group everyone together and think that everyone knew everything…
You're wrong. It wasn't like that.
Both Djursén and Jisander knew there was no funding.
At that time, no one knew
that the company was bought with its own money.
They knew I bought the company with its own money.
So again, everyone knew everything.
But everything leads back to me.
Since I'm the one who did it.
You've agreed to show your face.
Why are you ready now?
I decided I want to do it wholeheartedly.
I own what I've done.
I'll show myself now,
but then I'll disappear again.
The plan was great.
But you can't control everything.
When negotiations with Trustor began in the spring of 1997,
Joachim Posener stayed in the background.
I got very good at managing my assistants remotely.
It was like a little…
a little puppet show.
I called Thomas and told him what to say.
And he did great.
He was obedient, a quick learner, and easy to control.
So Thomas's job was to be my assistant.
I mean, I wasn't just a mouthpiece.
Many small decisions had to be made there and then.
I get calls daily from my gangster friends,
demanding prompt repayment.
So I need to close a deal.
But how would Posener
convince Trustor's founder and owner, Per-Olov Norberg,
to let go and sell the company?
Trustor was an investment company,
meaning a business that bought and sold other companies.
And its portfolio held several valuable assets.
For a long time, the owner, Norberg,
had undervalued these assets.
He was willing to sell on one condition,
if he could buy back some of the assets at a favorable price.
I'd let him have what he wanted
if he gave me what I wanted.
He'd get to buy back Trustor's assets.
And with that sale, I'd bring cash into the company.
Again, I didn't have any money.
Joachim Posener only needed to buy 17% of the shares
to take control of all of Trustor.
These were the superior class A shares,
and by obtaining them, he'd get majority holding in the company
and get access to the cash reserves.
I needed a short-term loan.
The price tag for the shares was a quarter of a billion kronor.
If I could borrow that amount overnight,
I could pay for the purchase,
take control of the cash reserves,
and use it to quickly repay the loan.
Twenty-four hours was all I needed in order to carry out the deal.
Joachim asks me to find a financier.
I managed to find a billionaire who was willing to lend money.
It's essentially bridge financing.
That's perfectly legal.
The loan was secured,
but a legal issue arose.
A principal owner or board member of a listed company
can't buy the company's assets.
I solved that by having Norberg resign before the deal.
That also gave me an unexpected advantage.
Suddenly, I had a five-day grace period for the payment
and no longer needed Thomas's billionaire.
After this, Joachim says to me
that the financier I found is no longer needed.
Joachim has come up with another solution.
Joachim Posener had set up a "get first, pay later" arrangement.
But it created two serious problems.
The purchase price of 241 million
leaves a hole in Trustor's cash reserves that needs to be covered.
And buying a company with its own money
is illegal.
Everything was ready.
The only thing missing was Lord Moyne's signature.
Then I realized I had a big decision to make.
I haven't managed to finalize my solution that's going to make it legal.
I know that, but I do it anyway.
So I take a gamble.
This is where we differ.
I wouldn't have made that choice.
I was convinced this would work.
JUNE 12, 1997
When the contract with Norberg is to be signed,
I'm not there.
But I've micromanaged the meeting beforehand.
Everyone knows what to do, and everyone does it.
The day the agreement is to be signed…
It's done at the office of Erik Penser Corporate Finance.
They'd gathered Per-Olov Norberg, the seller,
Lord Moyne, the buyer…
I was there as a consultant, Peter Mattsson was there,
and Erik Penser himself and his three coworkers.
I'm in my room, waiting for a call confirming it's done.
I didn't have the slightest suspicion
that anything was wrong,
given that it was sanctioned at all levels.
And finally, the call comes.
It's Thomas.
"It's done, Jocke!"
When the agreement was signed that day,
it was a fantastic moment for everyone.
It was fait accompli.
It was signed. The deal was done.
Right, now…
Now it's champagne o'clock!
Finally, after four years, the deal had come together.
And then it was just, "Wow, I'm back."
There we go.
Now Team Moyne had access to Trustor's cash reserves.
But the plan wasn't fully executed yet.
The next step was to arrange the payment.
And they have five days to do it.
Posener sent the gang to a bank in London
to open new accounts.
Damn, this is the place.
The same day they walk in there,
Richard Djursén walks into S-E-Banken in Stockholm.
I was 35 years old
and got to be part of a transaction of 620 million kronor.
I thought, "I'm finally in the financial industry."
That's what I wanted to be.
Richard Djursén transferred Trustor's money from the bank in Sweden
to the bank in England.
The money was sent to Thomas Jisander's account,
and then on to Lord Moyne,
who then could pay the former owner.
So it looked as if the Lord was the buyer.
What makes it illegal
is me telling Thomas to send money
from Trustor's account to his own account,
then on to Lord Moyne,
who then pays Norberg with the company's own money.
I wasn't that involved in that.
Joachim claims to have financing in place,
and I'm instructed to open an agent account at Barclays Bank
to receive money from the financier in question.
Who that is, I don't know.
But you knew you didn't have any financiers.
-No, how am I supposed to know that? -You two still talked, right?
The money comes from the financier. That's how I see it.
I send them to Lord Moyne,
who pays Per-Olov Norberg.
Very straightforward.
The deal was done. Trustor was mine.
I sat on a plane, and I looked around.
Everything was good in my life, and I owned Trustor.
And I thought,
"No one knows it…
but I'm the richest and most powerful person on this plane."
Trustor's cash reserves were filled to the brim,
with nearly one billion.
If I'd wanted to take the money and run,
that was the moment to do it.
But I had a different plan.
I wanted to build a corporate empire.
The location for the new corporate empire was London.
Joachim Posener had figured out that living abroad
meant no probation officer.
To get established, Team Moyne enlisted the help of a local talent.
Skål!
The first task was to find an office.
Our office was here.
And it was
"the place to be" in London at the time.
And my room was that one,
at the top, with its own terrace.
We fought over that room.
Everyone wanted it, but I won.
There, I could sit and listen to meetings going on next-door,
instructing Thomas over the phone
so he would say what I wanted him to.
So I asked Michael Wynn-Parker to help furnish the office.
It had to be luxurious. It had to be "investment banking."
It had to be top-notch.
To me, the appearance was really important.
Because I knew that opened new doors and new opportunities.
It was expensive as hell.
Apparently, it had been at the Palace of Versailles.
It was nice. I wonder what happened to it.
Everyone on Team Moyne charged a fee for their work.
It's not illegal in itself,
but what stood out was the size of the amounts.
Money was transferred
to banks with high secrecy around the world.
And transfers were also made to girlfriends and family members.
Ahead of the half-year accounts,
they managed to hide the hole in the cash reserves
with the help of a bank in Luxembourg,
that could arrange a "window dressing",
meaning an overnight loan.
They started living lavishly after the deal.
Very lavishly.
Joachim Posener lived in a hotel.
Thomas Jisander and Peter Mattsson decorated a shared apartment.
It was an amazing penthouse with a wraparound terrace,
a view of all of London and Hyde Park,
grand parlors and gold faucets.
My bedroom was all Versace. I was totally into the Versace thing.
Versace bedspreads, Versace cushions, Versace dressing gowns…
And so on.
Amazing apartment.
We were going to split up for the summer, take a break and wait until the fall
for the work to start in earnest.
I told Thomas, "Lie low."
Celebrating should be fun, not boring.
How do you have fun? By doing what your body tells you to.
Here we are, on Pampelonne Beach,
27 years later.
It's a bit exciting
to "walk the plant."
It's kind of fun.
A little nerve-wracking, but exciting.
Now we're getting close to the beach
where we partied after the amazing deal.
The bar was here. From there…
We did a good job.
…to here.
I was paid well for my effort.
It was very well-earned money.
It was a square structure.
Then you want to celebrate.
We do that with a yacht down on the coast.
Wake up. It's time to pop the cork.
We boarded that boat in late June, if I remember correctly.
We had it for almost two months.
The boat had a helicopter pad.
The idea wasn't to fly 200 meters from the boat to the beach,
but that's exactly why it was so fun.
You keep wanting to raise the bar. "What are we doing this time?"
So then I dressed up to spice things up a bit.
I put on a bra, high heels,
and big Elton John-style glasses,
to the deafening music from Star Wars.
So we flew from here.
In there. What is it, 500 meters?
Up in the air.
The only place to land was the roof of the bar.
The bar at Voile Rouge was made of concrete.
Four pillars and a very sturdy roof.
And that's where we landed.
But little did we know what effect those rotors had.
We landed on the roof, aiming to make an amazing entrance, but…
Everything blew away.
People were eating lunch.
The whole thing blew away.
Everything went flying. People got food in their faces, bolognese…
…fish dishes, seafood buffets, everything,
ended up in the faces of the fancy folk.
It was a battlefield, a war zone. I thought, "What the hell do we do?"
I came out in high spirits, but people wanted to lynch us.
To make up for the damage, I thought, "I'll order champagne."
I ordered everything they had.
"What do you mean, everything?"
"Everything!"
It was as if the money was burning a hole in his pockets.
It was crazy.
It must have been one of the best summers for everyone at that beach,
at Voile Rouge in July 1997.
That bill came out to 408 bottles of Cristal.
Meanwhile in Sweden,
deputy CEO Richard Djursén was trying to hold the fort
at the quieter Stockholm office.
I worked during the summer. I was given a lot of strange tasks.
It could be anything and everything, and a lot of it was pretty menial.
I was to change locks on doors, buy a new fax machine…
There were flight tickets in names that had nothing to do with Trustor.
I ran a lot of personal errands for them.
Thomas had an apartment in Vasastan, not far from where I lived.
So I got his mail and paid his bills.
With his money, of course.
It's starting to rain, so…
It's always nicer to get them under cover
because of all the pollen in the air.
But it's more of a matter of hygiene. I think it makes sense.
It's a good workout too, huh?
Running back and forth.
You don't have to do that in Marbella.
Right, now that's done.
It's picking up.
Oh, hell.
That summer, I got a call from Richard Djursén.
He was hysterical.
"Jocke, you have to do something. It's going to be a disaster."
He explained that Thomas had ended up in Paris Match magazine
with his champagne parties.
So I called him.
But there was no stopping him.
No one could accuse them of keeping a low profile on the French Riviera.
Thomas Jisander got the nickname "Mr. No Limit."
He and Peter Mattsson each bought a Ferrari on impulse.
One blue Ferrari, a F355,
and the same model in red.
They were around 1.1-1.2 million francs.
We paid cash, got in the cars, and drove off.
I never saw that car again.
I had it for 15 minutes.
I don't know where it went.
It was forgotten.
Because so much happened that summer.
We had one car left.
So we decided to drive down
to the Versace store in Saint-Tropez.
What I heard afterward was terribly…
It was the opposite of what you should do
if you've just bought a company with its own money,
attract unnecessary attention.
We were always competing with each other.
Kind of.
I could never have imagined that someone could be so reckless.
But I underestimated Thomas.
The summer of 1997, the Versace store was here.
We rolled up from over there.
I stopped there.
I drop Peter off, and just before he gets out, he says,
"There won't be a single thing left by the time you come in."
And he walked straight into the store. We'd had a few drinks.
"There will be nothing left for you at all."
He bought everything in every size.
That triggered me.
"How do I top this?"
So I told them I wanted the rest.
"There's nothing."
"I'll take the checkout counter."
"I want the cash register and the changing room decor."
"I want the drapes, curtains, and light fixtures."
"Take it all down."
Wires and shit are hanging here.
It's completely gutted, like a hand grenade's gone off.
Then the owner takes a screwdriver…
There was a Medusa here.
It was split in half,
so that you could open the door like so.
It was amazing.
So he unscrewed the handles.
Not a single thing left.
Picked clean.
What did the final bill come to that summer in Saint-Tropez?
Oh, I don't know.
I can do a rough estimate.
The boat cost 3-4 million a week, plus fuel and…
Yeah, something like that.
We had it for eight weeks. Well…
50 million, maybe?
Something like that. 40?
Was it worth it?
Yes, it was.
So how much did Trustor pay you in total?
I don't know the number. I'm so old now. I don't remember.
If these boys hadn't been gallivanting around the French Riviera,
they'd probably have gotten away with it.
This is the the old hand in finance Björn Björnsson.
He's been called the Terminator of the business world,
the industry's own sheriff.
I think everyone wanted this…
That's the harsh reality. Money talks.
That might make you turn a blind eye.
Björn Björnsson was the one who ended up taking on the most roles.
The first role was as a member of Trustor's board
when the purchase was made.
When Lord Moyne was listed as the owner of Trustor's class A shares,
I assumed they had been paid for.
But that wasn't the case.
You can't take 241 million kronor without anyone noticing.
Sooner or later, you get caught.
There must have been a continuation of the plan.
Some master plan.
My long-term plan was to build and own a corporate group.
I was going to do that through classic nested ownership.
That is, one company owns another company, which owns a third.
If the first company was worth one billion
and the second was worth five billion,
the third could be worth ten billion.
So after buying Trustor,
I could use Trustor's cash reserves
to make my next purchase.
Wilson, the international sports brand.
But the money came four days late,
so the deal fell through.
That's how close I was to getting the next company in my nested ownership.
One part of the plan was to buy new companies
and sell off Trustor's assets.
After the summer, when we gathered at the office in London,
the situation had changed completely.
It was time to dust ourselves off, you know, wash the suits,
get back to business, and see if there were deals to be made.
Every morning, I went from the apartment to the office
with two privately chauffeured cars.
I rode in one, the one in front,
and in the one in the back, my briefcase.
And I have a very free approach with regard to when you should be at work.
Thomas came on Tuesday and left on Thursday.
And we argued constantly.
Thomas, who had been my loyal henchman.
He'd done everything. It'd been perfect.
And then he just
went off the rails.
He allied himself with Peter.
They formed a team, when it used to be Thomas and me.
I felt I'm losing control over him more and more.
My focus was on finding the solution
that would make my ownership legal.
The annual accounts were due on December 31.
This was September. I had four months.
So I had to keep Thomas somewhat in check.
I think it pained him not to be in the financial limelight
and feel what I felt.
If I said A, he said B.
Just to make a point that he also was important.
My control of Trustor was built on Thomas acting as my buffer to the world.
And I had entrusted him with the money.
The money was in his account, not mine.
Suddenly, he had the power.
We ended up screaming at each other,
like children, in front of everyone.
Suddenly, my hired lackeys
wanted all decisions to be voted on and decided collectively.
Lord Moyne and Lindsay Smallbone were on the board.
I had no role at all.
Then Thomas and Peter
were trying to stop a journalist who had showed up.
I didn't think anything of it.
They just wanted to ask a few questions.
I think that's normal after a deal.
It was a coincidence.
I was fairly new at Svenska Dagbladet.
I was given various assignments.
Lord Moyne had just bought Trustor.
Then we thought,
"Maybe we should interview him and try to portray him."
So I got started.
But when I called Trustor the next day, they weren't there.
I got a hold of Richard Djursén,
who promised to arrange it.
I call Team Moyne,
and they come up with one reason after another
to postpone the interview.
The journalist got annoyed, to say the least.
At that time, it didn't occur to me that it could be a scam.
I just wanted insight.
The more he discovered, the more curious he became.
I felt that something wasn't right.
It was uncertain whether Lord Moyne had any money
and whether he was
the prominent businessman of the Guinness family
that he had made himself out to be, and…
In fact, he was the black sheep of the family.
Then I learned about Peter Mattsson, that he'd been involved in a company
where they swindled wealthy Englishmen out of their fortunes.
Lindsay Smallbone had also run companies
where he'd taken money for himself.
Small-time crooks, basically.
I had no idea about any of this.
Their skeletons came tumbling out of the closets,
everything they'd kept from me in order to be in on the deal.
The irony is that if they'd given me an interview the next day,
the first time I called,
there'd be no Trustor affair, at least not because of me.
But something else happened that set things in motion that fall.
An English private detective, with offices in both London and Stockholm,
received a new assignment.
His assignment was to dig up dirt
on one of the parties in a legal dispute.
And that person happened to be…
Lindsay Smallbone, Trustor's new CEO.
The noose was tightened from several directions.
One investigative journalist,
and in another part of the world, a private investigator.
And then the police happened to stumble in.
The same day the private eye
stumbled across Trustor's change of ownership,
he had a meeting with the police on a completely different matter.
It was Friday, October 17, 1997.
That day, a lengthy phone call became the prelude
to one of Sweden's largest police investigations.
I pointed to my colleague.
Nigel went there, they started talking, and I continued with my call.
I could see them getting worked up.
He told me it was the investment company Trustor.
It was a coincidence that we got this information.
That's what started us gathering intelligence
and working towards a preliminary investigation.
Nigel also said there was a journalist who'd been in contact with them.
So I decided
to have him come in to find out what he knew.
So we made a deal, where we decided to exchange information.
I knew an article was being published, a very negative one,
at the end of October.
But I didn't know the police had launched an investigation.
At that moment, I had a trip booked
with my daughter and my girlfriend.
It was the first time my daughter and I would travel together.
Since I'd been in prison,
I'd missed four of her five years.
Those important years of diaper changes and crying in Daddy's arms.
This was our chance to get a fresh start.
So I decided to go anyway,
and we went to Barbados for a week.
It was important to get started quickly,
to focus on what had happened and who had done what.
We started looking into this and found that Lord Moyne was flat broke.
At the same time, we looked at these Swedes,
Peter Mattsson and Thomas Jisander.
Did they perhaps have any credit cards?
Indeed, they did.
They'd spent large sums in Saint-Tropez.
They'd bought cases of champagne,
rented helicopters,
rented a boat,
and lived a life of excess.
That added even more fuel to the fire.
We contacted the Riksbank
to see if any large amounts had been sent abroad.
We found that over 600 million kronor had been paid out
to an account at Barclays Bank in London.
And they informed us that it was...
Then we realized it was serious.
The police and the journalist kept digging,
and piece by piece, the image cleared.
There was a lot of back and forth before the article was published.
Was it correct or not?
We had to go through everything.
Then Gunnar Lindstedt published his article.
And everything exploded.
THE POLICE INVESTIGATE TRUSTOR DEALS
POWER STRUGGLE EMBOLDENED LORD
PEOPLE INVOLVED IN THE TRUSTOR PLOT
I think Team Moyne in London panicked.
They were demanding answers to questions I can't remember.
But it was back and forth.
I was to do things, find out things, deny this and that.
We went to Trustor's office,
and Richard Djursén was there.
We sat down and talked to Djursén.
After a while, he broke down completely.
We needed to find out who was in charge of this deal.
Three people were part of the Lord's entourage,
Peter Mattsson, Thomas Jisander, and Joe Falk.
He was completely unknown to us.
My sources said this person was very important.
Who is Joe Falk?
It was clear he had a prominent role.
Who was Joe Falk?
That evening, Richard Djursén called one of my colleagues.
"Look into Thomas Jisander's cousin."
Then we checked the criminal records.
And who did we find? Well, Joe Falk.
But his real name was Joachim Posener.
When preparing the Trustor deal, I couldn't use my own name,
so I used made-up names.
Joakim Rolfsson, Ralph Jobe,
and also Joe Falk.
I didn't want anyone to link the name Joachim Posener to Trustor.
While I'm in Barbados,
my life falls apart.
I was having lunch on a terrace next to the pool.
And the head waiter approaches.
"Mr. Posener, there's a call for you."
He points to a telephone…
This was when we had telephones.
…with the receiver off.
I expected bad news, but not as bad as what I'm about to hear.
I pick up the phone, and it's Thomas.
He says, "Jocke,
listen carefully."
"The police raided us."
A so-called preliminary investigation is launched.
"What's that?" I ask.
He answered, "That's not good."
No, it wasn't.
I realize it's over, immediately.
It was important to act quickly,
because there was a risk the money would disappear.
Time's up. The police are knocking on the door.
The police are inside the door.
The only thing I could see in front of me was Norrtälje prison.
I had brought a video camera, and…
my girlfriend was filming me
at the world's most amazing restaurant.
My daughter said something to me, and I answered,
but we talked past each other. I was just not there.
It was over.
A lot of things happened at the same time.
I left Barbados on October 31,
the same day Svenska Dagbladet published their article
and the same day the police raided Trustor.
Thomas was waiting for me at Heathrow when we arrived from Barbados.
I sent my girlfriend and daughter to Sweden.
My girlfriend was going to sort out a few things and then join me.
One of them was to go to Thomas's place,
where I had some things,
and get rid of them.
And she succeeded, partly.
She missed a notebook.
So when the police searched the home of Thomas Jisander,
several pieces of information were found that linked Posener to the deal.
In Jisander's apartment, we found documents and criminal plans
detailing how things would work.
That also confirmed that Joachim Posener was the key figure.
When things blew up, 400 million was missing from Trustor's cash reserves.
Thomas knew a few people in Geneva.
"They have the solution, Jocke," he said. And off we went.
Thomas had arranged a meeting with the mafia's bankers.
Both were called Ricardo, and they were both Italian.
They had a couple of bodyguards.
I quickly realized that they were part of organized crime in Italy.
I thought they would offer a solution, so that I could keep Trustor.
But what they offer
is for them to buy and take over Trustor.
We didn't meet them there.
There was no meeting with Joachim and R1 and R2.
No.
I don't think he's ever met them.
Thomas was in a state of panic.
We all were.
And in his state, he wanted to pass the hot potato to them
and plug the 400-million hole.
I have no memory of that.
No.
He thought he could come to Sweden
with a bank statement showing that the 400 million was there.
And Ricardo and Ricardo would be the new owners.
They wanted to pick the company clean,
and I didn't want any part of that.
Because I realized I'd be held accountable for that too.
So I declined there and then, and we left.
And that was the last time I saw Thomas.
The only thing I wanted was to own the company.
But since the police were involved, I knew that ship had sailed.
It wasn't going to happen. That's when I left Trustor.
When I left Geneva,
I was out.
I'd split the money from Trustor across three bank accounts.
One of them was in Israel.
I was worried they'd be frozen and confiscated.
I thought I'd withdraw the money, hide it, and then return home.
I went to an internet café and followed the news.
My picture wasn't in the papers yet.
I called a couple of friends whom I trusted.
But I avoided my family.
I knew that the police would be watching them.
And I was paranoid.
Since everyone on Team Moyne was abroad,
the police had to focus on the few people they could find in Sweden.
For me, it all happened over the All Saints' weekend that year.
My wife and I were driving down to Skåne with a trailer,
with a few things.
Bikes and a lawnmower, everything you need at a summer house.
Then the telephone rang.
I was a bit irritated, more than usual, and I picked up the phone. "Hello?"
"Is this Björn Björnsson?"
"Hell yes. Who else would it be?"
"This is the National Criminal Police."
I slammed on the brakes,
drove to the side, and they said…
"We'd like to conduct an interview with you tonight."
"Oh, I'll be there as fast as I can."
And I hung up.
Then I drove very fast from Österlen to Stockholm.
And there, I was cross-examined for three hours.
I was suspected initially.
I was pissed off, quite frankly.
Well, this was tricky today.
The police also spoke to the deputy CEO Richard Djursén.
It was a few hours
before I was supposed to go on my honeymoon to Mauritius.
I talked to the police. It was all good, and they let me leave.
It was a bad vacation.
All the journalists called me. I was the only one picking up.
As far as I know, Smallbone will disclose that today,
what the investments have been used for,
which were made using the money in…
Or rather, the money that's not in Barclays Bank.
Yeah, looking back, it was a disaster of a vacation.
I've never actually been deputy CEO.
It's just a title I was given.
I've been more or less, as far as I'm concerned,
an errand boy.
Djursén couldn't stop talking. He just kept yapping.
Had they been craftier, Lindsay Smallbone and Lord Moyne
could've easily accessed the account and sorted it out themselves.
There was no end to it.
He kept creating new problems.
So I got involved in something that had nothing to do with me.
It went so far that some friends called me and said,
"Stop talking to journalists."
"It's obvious you've been drinking wine, and you're live on the news."
Who appointed you?
Well, officially, it was…
the board, wasn't it?
Disaster.
But we're still married.
I'm in Israel,
watching this story get bigger
and bigger
and bigger.
And now I'm on every front page.
One week after the affair had come to light,
Thomas Jisander and Peter Mattsson left the Riviera
and returned to Sweden.
The plan was to hold a press conference and clear up some questions,
but instead, they ended up in custody.
I thought, "Damn, this is big now."
"Can't they just ask some questions?"
"Let's open a bottle of wine and call it even."
PROSECUTOR DETAINED BOTH JISANDER AND MATTSSON
It took maybe 15 minutes.
Then it was just, "Good, finish."
Detained.
Everyone on Team Moyne immediately had to leave their posts,
and Joachim Posener was detained in absentia.
Financier Björn Björnsson, on the other hand,
got his second role in the Trustor affair.
He was appointed as new CEO.
It was an extremely messy week when this exploded.
The first thing I did as a CEO
was to try to understand what had actually happened.
In the late fall or winter, Björn Björnsson called me,
and we met at a lawyer's office.
I told them everything I knew,
that Team Moyne had a deal with the former owner,
where he could buy some of the assets at far too low a price.
I prevented that, and in doing so, I saved money for Trustor's shareholders.
Well, you can be a useful idiot.
That doesn't excuse what you're doing.
I saw a deputy CEO who couldn't do his job.
It was obvious he had to go.
Even though I told them everything I knew, I was fired from Trustor.
I was so offended.
That time at Trustor was…
It was tough.
POSENER FALK, JOACHIM RALPH GROSS BREACH OF TRUST
In November 1997, Joachim Posener went into hiding.
At first, he moved around Europe,
paid in cash,
and checked into hotels using false names.
He managed to get on a plane to South America
just days before
an international arrest warrant was issued.
I knew a person in Stockholm's underworld,
who then had contacts in South America.
These are people who are well-organized and very dangerous.
I bought what in the world of espionage is called a "legend,"
meaning a forged identity.
It was a name and a personal identity number,
with a history that had been cultivated for decades.
I entered a shell
and became another person.
-Should I turn at the next corner? -Yes, go straight, and then right.
I became another already existing person.
-Wow, look at his face. It's so swollen. -Actually, it's gone down a bit.
These people hid me away in a small village in Brazil.
And I lived there for many years.
I spent a lot of time in a favela,
the local slum.
The police didn't go in there.
You don't go in there uninvited.
The territory was controlled by a drug gang
whose soldiers guarded the entrance.
No one could find me there.
Good evening.
We'll start with the developments in the case of Trustor, the investment…
During autumn and winter,
news anchors in loud ties continued reporting on the Trustor affair.
…the looting of funds.
The looting of several hundred million.
"Looting" was the recurring word.
There's a risk the looting of Trustor
will never be resolved.
And the question no one managed to answer,
where was Trustor's money?
WHERE'S THE MONEY?
Around 400 million kronor were missing.
I had used 241 million to pay the former owner, Norberg.
It had been converted into shares, pledged to the bank.
So when the police look for the money…
It's there, in shares.
There's been speculation about how much I made from the Trustor deal.
I paid myself ten million.
That is the true figure.
It doesn't live up to the expectations, but it was ten million.
It was supposed to be a long-term deal.
I was planning to withdraw that amount every year.
But nothing turned out as planned.
Half of the ten million
was frozen by the police and Trustor,
so I never got access to it.
Then we have Thomas' fee.
He got five million, but he wasn't satisfied with that.
As far as I understand, he took another 90 million.
But that happened behind my back and didn't go to me.
An important thing for me was to pay back the 20 million
to the gangsters of the Swedish underworld,
so that I was debt-free and wouldn't have problems in the future.
And 70 million went to various expenditures.
Salaries, travel expenses, offices…
Compensation to Lord Moyne, Lindsay, and Peter.
I bought Trustor, but it wasn't looted.
But it's clearly looting to use Trustor's money for the purchase,
and then use the cash reserves for travels, offices…
But it's… If you write a…
"This is my fee." That's not looting. It's a matter of accounting.
I bought a company, I didn't steal anything.
If it's not stealing, then what is it?
I bought the company with an unlawful loan.
That's it.
This is where we live.
We're in the kitchen.
I'm boiling some water
for breakfast.
This is what it looks like when you can't be bothered to clean.
The dishwasher can't fit everything. And then I went to buy bread.
I lived off the money from Trustor for three years.
It's expensive living on the run,
buying a new identity
and not being able to work.
It's expensive
pretending to be someone else.
I've seen this view many times.
To avoid being found,
you need to look different from what everyone expects.
So curly, black-haired Joachim became a shaved head.
Chubby Joachim became fit Joachim.
I swapped glasses for contacts.
Of course, I never went home. That would've been suicide.
At first, I stayed in Brazil.
When the media got wind of Brazil,
I'd already moved back to Europe.
When Joachim was on the run,
the media constantly claimed
that they'd found him.
The police now believe that the picture taken in South Africa
really shows the wanted Joachim Posener.
They published a picture of Joachim.
Those who knew him saw right away that it wasn't him.
If correct, the seven-year-long hunt has gained new momentum.
"Have we finally found him?"
"Is this the end of the hunt?"
HOW POSENER'S FOOLING THE POLICE
Then they made facial composites. Oh my God.
There were probably 50 people who looked like those composites.
Let's see, where… Now I found a funny picture.
Okay, there it is.
Here's a bunch.
Yeah, look here. All the newspaper cuttings.
There's a ton of them.
They used the absolute worst photo.
Yeah, I thought that was offensive.
This is a nicer picture.
It doesn't ridicule me.
It's all shit.
Half a year after the Trustor affair,
I had a one-year-old son and newborn twins.
I had no job, the accounts were blocked, I had no money,
and no one wanted anything to do with me.
I had to sell the house.
We had to move to a small rental apartment in Hägersten.
My life changed completely.
I lost everything, except my family.
Basically, I wanted to take revenge on everyone who'd hurt me, and…
I was most mad at Björn Björnsson because he threw me under the bus.
For that reason, I wanted to end him.
I drove around in Djursholm, past his villa, several times.
He doesn't know about this.
So I was driving around there in my car…
And… Yeah, it's…
How crazy is this?
I probably could've written a book
with 300 ways of killing someone without getting caught.
It was everything, from buying a wood chipper for the corpse
and spreading the remains at sea for the fish to eat.
You have to get rid of the body somehow.
There was no Google,
but you could still find out how to cremate things.
It's done with high heat. And you can build it yourself.
So my plan was to rent a cabin, a summer cottage way up in Norrland,
and build a furnace,
where, basically, all DNA is destroyed.
I'd sit like this, watching Björn Björnsson's house.
I drove back and forth,
checking all possible escape routes in his area,
in order to quickly get away.
I realized I needed to check myself in. I called psychiatric services in Nacka.
I told them I needed to be admitted
because I was thinking about ending someone.
You only have such violent thoughts when you're depressed.
Do you still have thoughts like that?
No, they're long gone.
I didn't start bawling. That's weird.
Oh, well…
I thought I'd be bawling throughout.
No.
I mean, it…
If you just talk and get going, then it's fine.
Then it's fine.
But it…
No, forget it.
It's sad he ended up like that.
No, I can't.
Even if he's from Östergötland.
He seems to be doing all right. A Porsche and a house like that?
So financially, he's doing fine.
STOCKHOLM DISTRICT COURT 2001
Today, the trial began against those behind the looting of the company Trustor.
Financial crimes are hard to prove,
and they're even more complicated when committed abroad.
And in this case, the key figure was missing.
So the legal aftermath was something of a fiasco.
Lindsay Smallbone faced no charges
since New Zealand had no extradition treaty with Sweden.
Lord Moyne was prosecuted,
but he claimed that the signature on some of Trustor's documents wasn't his.
He too was acquitted.
Peter Mattsson and Thomas Jisander
were initially convicted by the district court.
I was sentenced to five years in prison,
a nine-year ban from business activities, and to pay 100 million in damages.
But they appealed the verdict.
And this time, we were better equipped.
FRESH START IN TRUSTOR CASE
They could blame everything on the key figure,
who decided not to show up.
During the trial,
they presented the most absurd arguments for their innocence.
The prosecutor claimed he found documents
on the computer in my apartment.
But who used that computer?
Then we brought in a technical expert
who demonstrated how easy it is to remote-control a computer.
My task was to prove that this could've been the case.
Then it was up to the court to decide, and obviously, they believed it.
They were acquitted by the court of appeal.
The evidence against Thomas Jisander and Peter Mattsson was deemed too weak.
It's been incredibly tough,
so it's a huge relief that there's justice in society.
TRUSTOR SCANDAL VILLAINS WALK FREE
Posener was never convicted. He just disappeared.
And we've not heard or seen…
Sorry.
We've seen no trace of him, so to speak.
I left the force.
I felt I needed to do something else.
I started working at a golf club.
I'm extremely upset that we didn't catch Joachim Posener.
What the hell…
It would give closure, an ending to it all.
That's how I feel.
It's strange that you can stay away for 30 years.
Not seeing your family
and constantly feeling hunted.
It's like not having an identity.
By staying hidden,
I've been able to live life on my own terms.
Where I live, no one calls me Joachim.
-Charlie, how are you, my friend? -How are you?
Good to see you.
See you.
Even though I regained my passport and my real name a long time ago.
What's your life like today?
Well, I live
a somewhat Bohemian life.
There.
Not in my native country,
not even in my wife's native country.
One foot in society and one outside of it.
Do I need to make a living? Absolutely.
I've worked with what I know,
as a consultant, as an advisor.
But I do it in the shadows.
What do you want people to know about you?
It was never about the money. It was all about the challenge.
The adrenaline you get from such deals is my drug.
Yeah, it can be hard to stop once you've started.
-Do you have family? -Yes, a wife and two kids.
-Girls or boys? -Girls.
-Can you see them? -Yes.
-I live with my youngest. -Yes.
And I've promised not to talk about my other daughter.
How old are they?
The youngest is 15 and the older one 32.
Like me.
Then I could be your daughter.
Yes, actually.
The biggest victim might be your daughter. What are your thoughts on that?
That it's very sad and tragic,
but I wouldn't have been a…
I wouldn't have been a normal person if I'd spent ten years in prison.
I just couldn't do it.
Given how things turned out…
You've lived in hiding and lost the ties to Sweden, your family, and your daughter.
Was it worth it?
It's a complicated…
It's a simple yet complicated question because…
If I hadn't done the Trustor deal,
I wouldn't be married to the woman I'm married to,
I wouldn't have the child I have and live with today.
Was it worth not spending another ten years in prison?
Absolutely.
Considering the price your family in Sweden had to pay?
It was to me, but maybe not to them.
And the most absurd consequence of this affair,
Trustor's shareholders profited big time.
To make sense of that,
we need to look at Björn Björnsson's third and final role,
the one as liquidator tasked with dissolving Trustor.
Our mission was to recover as much money as possible.
Pay off debts and sell all assets.
Whatever was left went to the shareholders as dividends.
The liquidators found money in Team Moyne's accounts around the world.
Thomas Jisander had to repay 65 million in a settlement.
The banks involved were sued for substantial amounts.
And Trustor's undervalued assets were sold.
So despite the money that disappeared,
the value of the shares doubled after the affair was exposed.
That the shareholders benefitted.
That's the irony of fate.
Crimes had been committed,
yet the system lost.
The taxpayers paid the bill for the authorities' work,
and everyone involved walked free.
Well, almost everyone.
But as some say,
why follow the law when you can see it as a guideline?
Now I'm really good.
Just great.
I have a good life.
I've worked hard.
I've started companies that have done really well.
I've sold companies and made a fortune.
Today, I'm financially independent and can do basically whatever I want.
As I've said,
"Go big or go home."
Every krona that came out of Trustor, one way or another,
is long gone.
It was impossible to predict
that I would earn as little as I did from that deal.
After Trustor,
I knew I had marked my presence on this earth.
That gave me satisfaction.
But what drove me then is no longer there.
The freedom I sought through money
was replaced by a freedom
where no one controls me,
where I choose where to appear,
and where I choose when I vanish.
The crazy thing is that Thomas reached out to me
around the time of the trial.
And he asked me,
"Can we do it again?"
THOMAS JISANDER WAS SENTENCED YEARS LATER TO A SHORT PRISON TERM
FOR INCITEMENT TO GROSS EMBEZZLEMENT.
"IT WAS A WONDERFUL SIX-MONTH SPA EXPERIENCE!"
LORD MOYNE'S FAMILY INFORMED US
THAT HE CAN'T TAKE PART DUE TO HEALTH REASONS.
PETER MATTSSON, HOWEVER, HASN'T REPLIED.
LINDSAY SMALLBONE HAS PASSED AWAY.
NAPOLEON'S DESK HAS NOT BEEN FOUND.
A FILM BY KARIN AF KLINTBERG
Subtitle translation by: Josephine Roos Henriksson