I found the main characters lacked depth and definition. Crusty old cop Martin Beck seems to have as his subordinates a near-psychopathic henchman who perpetually wears a mackintosh and wants to bend the law to snapping point by beating up suspects and breaking into premises without a warrant and a near silent young albino gopher with zero personality. Team leader Beck is mildly maverick in his demeanour, mouthing off at his weak and inexperienced CO, dogged and persistent, he too doesn't exactly exude charisma, as his petulant daughter makes him aware.
The murder trail here follows the one-by-one killings of a teenage rent-boy ring who socialise in a seedy caravan owned by a controlling virtual-reality stall-owner, who himself comes to a pointed end and eventually ends up at the door of an authority figure who Beck finally confronts in a broken-down elevator compartment.
I must admit, I found little to warm to here. The story seemed run-of-the-mill, the direction flat and linear and the acting okay at best. There was none of the crisp, clear style one associates with more recent highly rated series from this part of the world. I didn't see much to make me want to binge-watch far less occasionally drop in on this rather dull 'tec drama.