Master Detective Lives Dangerously, The (1957)

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A black cat...

A black cat walks the town.

Our remote little town
dozed in the heat of summer.

The dangers of the wider world
are far far away.

Here there's only quiet and peace.

There's nothing fearful
or dangerous here.

Boo!

Our town is in safe hands.

Constable Bjork is here
to help preserve our tranquility...

...together with master detective
Charlie Blomkvist.

It's not so tranquil here
as you might think.

Right now, crime is casting
its long shadow over us.

Tranquility can be deceptive.

But fear not...

the Master Detective is on guard.

Nothing serious
is going to happen.

This time you were mistaken,
Mr Master Detective.

Here the w*r rages between
Red and White Roses:

The battle for the Grandfogey

The scout on the roof
could tell us where it was.

But he clams up tight.

The battleground is out
in the wilderness...

...in the deserted haunted castle
that Uncle Joel looks after...

...and the ruined hops towers
down by the lake.

In one of the towers,
Grandfogey is now resting...

...unaware of the life and death drama
about to unfold here.

Do you know what a Grandfogey is?

For grown ups without imagination,
it's just a stone...

...but for the knights of
the Red and White Roses...

...it has secret strengths...

...a priceless treasure...

...that you can spend
all of summer fighting over.

We're going to get Grandfogey!

The Whites have had it
for a week.

We could take it to the haunted castle.

Come on.

You've got sweet cherries!
Can I get a big bunch?

Of course you can.
There you are.

Where are you going, Eva-Lott?

I can't tell you...
It's a secret mission.

Super-secret!

You be home in time for dinner.

I'm in a hurry now!

Eva-Lotta...

I feel you should try
to be a little more girlish.

Girlish?!
No way! 'Bye.

Charlie!

The Red Roses
have declared w*r again!

Read this!

What should we do about it?

What are they on about now?

"To the leader
of the criminal rabble..."

... "that calls themselves
the White Roses."

Nice beginning.

..."we hereby declare
that in the whole of Sweden..."

..."there's not a single farmer
with a pig as stupid..."

"...as the leader of the White Roses."

He's going to cop it for this!"

- Read some more.
- I think it'll get better.

"Now it's w*r
between the Red and White Roses."

"And thousands and thousands
of souls shall perish..."

..."in the dead of night."

Sixten, nobleman, and leader
of the Red Roses."

Sixten is no more a nobleman
than Johansson's pig!

Come on, we'll race over
to the haunted castle!

I wouldn't mind getting
an ice-cream first.

Hi, Constable Bjork!

Hi there, boys.

So, the master detective has time
for an ice-cream?

No theft or m*rder cases?

The thieves and murderers
have time off.

He doesn't have time.

We're gonna cut off the Reds' ears.

That'll be upersoo oolcoo.

- What did you say?
- Upersoo oolcoo.

Super cool.
In pirate-talk.

Well... I get that.

But surely you're not real enemies
of the Reds?

Don't you like Sixten
or Bengt or Jonte?

- Sort of.
- They're our best pals.

We like them a lot, but we're
still gonna cut their ears off.

Oh yes... children's happy games.

Children's happy innocent games.

"Children's happy games... oh yes!"

Gren's a weird guy.

My dad doesn't like him.

He says that Gren's a Shylock.

- What's he call him?
- A Shylock.

He's really mean.

He lends money to people.

Isn't that a nice thing to do?

Nice?

For example if you borrowed
25 cents from him...

...to buy an ice-cream...

You'd have to pay him back 50 cents.

50, when I borrowed 25?

No way!

That's what shylocks do.

Let's forget about Gren!

Let's be off to the field of battle
and victory!

What can that be?

Let's ask Uncle Joel.

Yeah... he's the watchman
for the place.

Hey, watchman!

Have you seen any Reds around?

Maybe they're in the haunted castle.

As if they'd dare!

Anyway, we're the only ones
who know how to get in.

They're coming!

Keep it down!

What's that?

A blade of grass.

It's a fresh clue.

They've been here.

Someone's been chewing on it...

...just now.

I'm going to sneeze!

We have to spread out.

Seek the enemy...
wherever he may be...

...and put him out of action.

We'll check out this way.

Charlie... there's a message in there!

Welcome!
Now you've really got yourselves in the poo.
Love from the Red Roses

What do they mean by that?

Let's get out of here!

You can stay in there
till the moss starts growing on you!

Very funny, Bengt.
Ha-Di-ha-ha.

What do you want
for Christmas?

Your heads on a tray.

With the usual pigs-head garnishes.

Come on in Bengt, and get
a Christmas present right now.

What?

Would you be happy
with a black eye?

Where's Anders?
We have to find him!

Couldn't we get out
through here?

Yes, perhaps.

We'd get k*lled if we jumped.

That wouldn't help.

Calm down...
I'll work something out.

How?

Just wait.

You use what you've got.

Do you give in now?

Yes, we do

Wouldn't want for you
to wear yourselves out.

Calm down!

- Hear that?
- Anders is caught!

E-waa are ummingcaa!...

Ate-graa!

Shut your gob!
We don't want to hear that crap.

Annoyed, coz you
can't understand, eh?

Poor thing can't speak
in pirate-talk.

We'll find a way
to squeeze it out of you.

This is a really simple lock.

Any baby could open it.
with a bit of dexterity.

Where are they taking Anders?

We'll soon find out.

- How are you going?
- Just a routine job.

A point to the White Roses!!

We're unbeatable.

They're going to think
we went up in smoke.

- But...
- What, Charlie?

An idea!

A brilliant idea!

The scarecrow!-

Uncle Joel?

The White's leader
is invited to see Jonte.

This is gonna be be fun!

We can let go of you,
if you promise not to run.

No need!

- Here's some string.
- Thanks.

The Reds are sure to fall
into the trap.

Boy, will they be scared!

Great Charlie,
but we have to go.

I can't miss dinner.

You buzz off and I'll fix this.

Then we rescue Anders tonight.

Ate-gra!

- Eva-Lotta...
- Yes?

Have you finished
your secret mission?

No, we've only just started.

"WE"...is that Anders,
Charlie and you?

That's right.

Strange you only play
with boys, Eva-Lotta.

She takes after her mother.

Remember the little Missy who ran around
the woods playing Indians with us boys?

I'd forgotten about that.

Was that Mummy?

How about this...

"Brother-of-Eagles"...
ask her who that was.

Was that you, Mummy?!

Brother-of-Eagles never wanted
to go home to bed.

Do you have to reveal that?

Now we'll never get her home
in the evenings.

That won't happen.

Thanks for dinner,
Brother-of-Eagles.

You're so good at cooking
sausage and potato!

I like having an Indian chief
as a mum.

She's the best Little Indian
there is.

A baker for father and Indian
for mother... What a mixture!

Pretty good mix, I'd say.

Gotta run!
See you, Brother-of-Eagles and Master-Baker!

Hang on for a bit...
We'll check things out.

How are we going to see
into the attic room?

This is where we use
criminal techniques!

From a house opposite.

Opposite?
That's old man Gren's place.

"Children's innocent games."

No... then we can't.

Hey... we could get up
on Gren's roof!

Not a bad idea.

Though you don't know anything
about criminal techniques.

We just have to climb up.

I'll go first.

Careful... Gren's window is open.

Gren's got visitors.
They're talking in there.

I'll take a look Charlie.

Time is up.

I can't wait for my money
any longer.

You bloodsucker!

You've no call
to talk like that.

I'll see you tomorrow.

The usual place.

You mean the tower ruins?

But I don't understand
why you can't come here.

Do as I say.

Bring the IOUs.

What was that about?

They were carrying on about money.

Did they see you?

No.

Say... Do you know what
an I-O-U is?

Yeah... It's a paper showing
you owe someone money.

You'll never find Grandfogey!

No matter what.

You'll get your sentence reduced,
if you teach us pirate-talk.

That gobbledegook you talk.

No way!

Don't be silly...
You can say something in pirate-talk.

My name, for example.

YOUR name?

"Umblestar Umbar".

Imagine if Bengt realised
it was "Stumble-bum"

Where have you hidden Grandfogey?

How shall we rescue Anders?

We always come up
with something.

As I was saying...

We always come up
with something.

Ah, you're ticklish!
Fess up!

Stop it!
I'll tell you!

It's in the tower ruins.

I'll deal with Jonte.
Keep your head down!

Stop it, you idiot, it's me!
It's me, Jonte!

He's gone!

Who shot out the light?

Hello, Mr Gren.
We're just playing.

Oh yes, the happy games
of childhood.

The happy, innocent games
of childhood.

Well done, my brave warriors!
We gotta scram!

I'll fool them!

So easy to fool those babies!

They're dealing with grown-ups.

Charlie's got a problem.

Jonte has the school
record for 100 metres.

Maybe he climbed over here.

This passageway's
the only way out.

This is old man Karlsson's place!
Be careful!

Here he is!

You stop there...

What's this all about?

What are you doing here?

We were just...

You were just doing WHAT,
in my yard?

We got lost...

Well just don't get lost
in my yard again...

...or I'll set the police after you!

Hello, Fredrik. Can I get...

Hi there, Charlie...
Sure you can.

But you can see
I'll be dead soon.

You should hear the noise
my stomach's making.

I've caught you in the act,
you dirty rat!

Are you talking about me?

Dad... I didn't know
you were here...?

I'm here to pay Fredriksson
a house call.

You've caught the
dirty rat in the act.

But now we're going home.

Bye bye kiddy-o!

Don't disturb the patient!

Good night Frederiksson.

You won't be dying
for a while yet.

You think so, doctor?
Thanks.

Good night.

Charlie...
do you know about cats?

Let me tell you...
they are real clever animals.

They see and hear more
than you could imagine.

As cunning as blazes.

But they won't reveal anything
to anyone.

You can't beat that.

It's best to keep your nose
out of other people's business.

Charlie's at Fredrik's place.

I have to keep my eyes and ears open,
in my business.

What sort of business
would that be?

The detective business.

That's to say...

If someone comes, tell them
I left via the window.

Have you seen Charlie Blomkvist?

Yes... he jumped out
through the window.

Good. Come on!

Would you like
some lifebelts?

Throw us down
that cork brain of yours!

It'd support an elephant!

Enjoy yourselves...

Go for a swim...
It's good for the nerves!

You know, Charlie...
that was real good for my stomach.

I feel quite good again.

It's a pity about the oldies...
the ones that are 20 to 30

who find it hard to keep up.

Those who are starting to live in the past,
are right that life today is out of control.

They are all much the same,
they know all about what's old

and a couple of languages long dead.

They get figs from one
and animals from the other

But all such things are forgotten
when a new adventure pops up

The sky is blue and beautiful
and should always be that way

Who could ever ask for more

'Bye Master-Baker
and Brother-of-Eagles.

Where are you going Eva-Lotta?

I have to go to Headquarters.

Another hugely secret mission?

Exactly. 'Bye!

Gosh, it's hot today!

Can't do anything about it.

I still have to fetch Grandfogey.

Even though it's my fault.

When you're tickled like that,
you'd confess anything.

I thought I'd go crazy.

I said that I'd hidden it
in the ruins.

So you can fetch it, Eva-Lotta.

I'd have gone myself,
if I didn't have to work.

And I have to stay here.

I understand.
I'll go.

I can manage.

You're a good
warrior, Eva-Lotta.

Tonight we'll find
a new hiding-place.

Look out... here I come!

I wondered... what time is it?

2 o'clock.

IOU

Daddy, help me! Old Mr Gren...

What's up with Gren?

He's lying dead in the ruins!

Hello, Vonstock police here.

This is Detective Inspector Bern.

Doctor Forsberg?

Would you ask him to contact the police
as soon as he comes in.

My poor little pet!

How is she, Dr Forsberg?

She's suffering shock,
and just needs to sleep.

The inspector wants to
talk to her as well.

Not today.
I absolutely forbid it.

There tablets
will put you to sleep.

Thanks...
I never want to wake up.

I'll phone you later
to see how she is.

Thanks so much.
Goodbye.

Mummy, I never should have
gone there!

It was so horrible!

I feel like I'll never
have fun again.

You have to try
to forget about it.

I can't.

How can people be so terrible
to each other?

Yes... you do wonder, don't you?

Mummy, I feel really old.

I feel like I'm nearly 15.

You see, Charlie, the doctor says
I can't eat pickled herring.

My stomach don't like it.

But I says to the doctor...

"Is it me stomach or me wot decides
wot I can eat?"?"

So, herring, please!!

Here you are all standing around,
just like sheep!

As if there were no m*rder*r!

I mean, don't you know
we have a m*rder*r in this town!

What on earth
are you talking about?

That's right, a m*rder*r.

Karl-August Gren's been shot.

He's lying out there in the scrub,
stone dead!

Is that true?

It's certainly true!

The baker's daughter
saw it all, poor kid!

The doctor's with her.

She's in quite a state,
and so am I!

I ain't surprised Gren come
to a sticky end.

He knew some pretty rum types!

Did he?

Poor Eva-Lotta!

I have to go...

I can't be exact, but...

I'd say it happened
between 1 pm and...

3.30

His watch and wallet are intact,
so robbery wasn't a motive.

Bjork! Do you know
any particulars about Gren?

He was known as a loan-shark.

There could be a motive there.

Fifteen men on a dead man's chest...
Yo h* h* and a bottle of rum!

Shut up!

"Closed because of m*rder."
Good eh?

You can't write that!

- Can't you?
- No!

Maybe you can't.

I'll rewrite it.

Hey, you can help the police,
since you?re a master detective.

- Anders...
- Yeah?

I'm not a real detective.

What did you say?

I'm not a real detective.

But this is a real m*rder.

I think it's horrible.

Poor Eva-Lotta!

Imagine running into a m*rder*r!

We'll put this up.
Come on.

CLOSED
Due to the fine weather

I really feel sorry for her.

They say she's real depressed.

Just lies down crying.

And it's all my fault.

I sent her to fetch Grandfogey.

Hey you guys...

Isn't there some way
we can cheer up Eva-Lotta?

Send her a flower,
or something?

What?
A flower?!

She's not dead though.

You dope! You don't have to be dead
to get flowers!

I think we should do it.

Sixten, can you get some greenery
from your mum?

I can try.

What on earth...!

Good morning, gentlemen!

Hello... we thought...

...that Eva-Lotta
might like flowers.

But maybe she doesn't?

That's awfully nice of you!

I'm sure Eva-Lotta will be
awfully happy yo get them.

Thank you.

We're not likely to get much
out of the girl.

Was her name Eva-Lotta?

Yes, she was named
after her grandmother.

Yes, children's evidence
is seldom of much value.

Children find it difficult to make
what we call objective observations.

We can be lucky though, to pick up
a crumb of information.

I must tell you that Eva-Lotta
always has her wits about her.

You will be careful with her?

Yes, we shan't make her more nervous
than she already is, poor kid..

It's a pity about the oldies,
those that are 20 to 30...

...and find it hard to keep up

Those who've begun to gather memories,
are right that our time is out of joint

They're all much the same
when they order their coffee...

Eva Lotta, here are some flowers,
so long as you're not dead.
But you can only borrow them,
as Sixten's mum needs them back.

Blue is the sky here,
and it should always be like that

Eva-Lotta!

She's coming.

Can I stay while you're questioning her?

No problem. Do you think
she's afraid of me?

Afraid?
Are you dangerous?

No. Good morning, Lisa-Lotta.

Eva-Lotta.

That's right... Eva-Lotta!

Come and sit down
and we'll have a chat.

Then you can go and play
with your dolls again.

I stopped playing with dolls
10 years ago..

I see.
Well then...

How come you went all alone
to the ruins yesterday?

I can't tell you.
It's secret.

We're in the process
of solving a m*rder case.

So nothing can be secret.

What were you doing
out there at the ruins?

I was to fetch Grandfogey.

Brandbogey?
Who is that?

It's GRANDFOGEY, not Brandbogey

I think I can explain, Inspector.

There are the White Roses
and the Red Roses here.

And they fight over a stone
called Grandfogey.

We have to help Eva-Lotta somehow.

We need to be there.

The back way through the bakery,
up to the kitchen!

And bump straight into
Eva-Lotta's mum.

The down-pipe!

Hounds-tooth trousers, moustache,
black hair, 175 cm tall, age 30-35.

Not bad.

Nothing else, though?

No, nothing else.

Yes, there was
a mark on his hand.

What did it look like?

I can't really remember.

Some dots.

I don't know what it was.

Yes, he dropped an I.O.U.!
And didn't notice.

What did you say?

What did he drop?

A I.O.U.
Don't you know what that is?

People have lots of problems
with I.O.U.s.

Did you pick it up?

What did you do with it?

I forget.

Eva-Lotta, we must find
that piece of paper!

You see, the criminal's name
will be on the I.O.U.

If we can find it, we'll know
who shot Gren.

Try and remember
what you did with it.

Make sure that every inch
of the ruins is searched.

Would you recognise that guy
if you were to see him again?

I'd know him anywhere.

Had you never seen him before?

Some of him.

What do you mean?

I saw his trousers when he sat
in Gren's parlour.

Where were you?

On a ladder outside the window.

Charlie and I
were on the ladder.

What were you doing
on Gren's ladder?!

Were you after another one
of those Grandfogeys?

Grandfogeys don't grow on trees!

There's only one Grandfogey.

Tell me Eva-Lotta...

How do you know it was
the criminal's trousers you saw?

I didn't know.

But knew it was him.

I'd heard him say...

"We'll meet tomorrow at the ruins,
and bring every I.O.U. then."

Thank you.

You've been very helpful.

Just forget about this now.

Now I'll see Charlie, so I can get
Eva-Lotta's details confirmed.

Where can we find him?

Here!

At your service, Inspector!

One can't avoid risking
life and limb any longer!

You can't go to sleep in case
there's a m*rder*r under the bed!

He'd be even more frightened
of you, I imagine.

This is no laughing matter,
Eriksson!

You wouldn't be laughing
if a bandit pointed a g*n at you

and shouted "Hands up!"

No, that's not good.

But I'm sure we'll soon
have him in custody.

Anyhow, I'll be telling the editor
a few home truths!

So you should.

Sextuplets! That wasn't bad!
Nice item. Regards to your wife!

Sextuplets! That's quite a pig!

You're quite a pig yourself!

What are you talking about?

It's criminal to write
what you did!

Don't you see the danger
for Eva-Lotta?!

In what way?

There's nothing I've written
that's incorrect.

You're even stupider
than I thought.

I guy that's k*lled someone
can do it again...

...if he thought it necessary.

Look how thoughtless you were...

First you write that she's the only one
who can identify him.

Then you include her name
and address!

You could have included the phone number
so he could ring and make an appointment.

Look at this...

"Kind people have already
sent the little heroine..."-

Little heroine!

... "toys, books and quantities
of sweets and chocolate."

Speaking of chocolate...

Shut up about chocolate.
I must've eaten a kilo!

To arms!
Here comes Grandfogey!

Good of Bjork to fetch it!

Have some chocolate.
Eva-Lotta got stacks.

Grandfogey, did you manage
to evade the police? Good for you!

We have to find an exciting hiding place
for Grandfogey.

The poor old guy.

I think he's had enough
of exciting places.

We'll find a different sort
of exciting place.

We've got to be quick.
The Reds will be furious.

- So what?
- Wait, I'll tell you.

How about hiding it in
the Reds' headquarters?!

Are you crazy?
Give it back voluntarily?!

I get it!

The Reds keep Grandfogey
without knowing it!

That's right!

Think how angry they're going to be,
when long afterwards, we tell them!

We can hide it in Sixten's room.

I know how to sneak in
while he's asleep.

I know exactly where to hide it!

You have to take something
from there...

...so Sixten knows you've been there.

He sleeps like a log.

How about we scalp him?

Wouldn't a lock of hair
from Sixten be great?

Really great!

But what do you say
if he wakes up?

I'd say I was just checking
he had his duvet on.

Sixten will go bananas!

And the Reds will fall for the trap
of the haunted castle...

...where they're defeated!

Another anonymous letter...

"The tailor has a delinquent son..."

..."who has black trousers.
He's it. So arrest him."

The person who wrote it knows that
the trousers play an important role..

...but he seems to think
that pants are always scary!

Now nobody dares wear
hounds-tooth trousers.

That's been the only result
of publicising that.

We've hit a brick wall,
we have to admit.

And that I.O.U.
is driving ME up the wall.

Is it really all that difficult
to find it?

No trace of it... just
like the m*rder*r.

There must be some way
he'll reveal himself.

Sixten!

Sixten!

Yes? What is it?

Auntie Ada is here.
Come and say hello.

So I get to sleep
in the attic room.

You've nothing against Auntie
borrowing your room, do you?

No... she can have it.

Gosh, I'm full!
I couldn't eat a thing

That's alright.
We're having steamed cod today.

Fish makes you intelligent.
You need to eat a lot.

Never ever!

But how much
would I have to eat?

That depends on how intelligent
you are to start with.

One small whale a week for you.

No way!

I wonder if any more
goodies have come.

Maybe chocolate.

Oh yuck!

Some day you'll be eating bark
for chocolate.

Keep it for when you're hungry.

Now I have to go home
and eat cod.

Then I'll stick my head
into the jaws of the enemy.

It'll happen tonight.

I'll be here first thing
in the morning to report.

See you.

Beppo!
It's only me.

Have some chocolate...

That'll shut you up.

What are you going on about
in the middle of the night?

You can go outside.

What were you screaming about, dear?

There was a burglar in here!

There's no burglar here.
You've been dreaming.

Why hasn't Anders come?

What if he was caught!

Maybe he was given
a job to do.

We'll go look for him.

Look, here he comes.

He doesn't look happy.

Are you sick?

What's wrong?

Are you suffering
from the heat?

I'm suffering from steamed cod.

I've told Mum 1000 times
I can't stand fish.

- Now I've got proof.
- How?

I've been up and down
all night, spewing.

And Grandfogey?

That was a total success.

Grandfogey is now inside
Sixten's globe of the world.

Tell us about it!
Didn't Sixten wake up?

Yeah, the whole house woke up !

If I hadn't given Beppo the chocolate,
I would've been a gonner!

Lucky he liked eating it.

The main thing is
that Grandfogey's in the globe.

Hi, Sixten, have you
found Grandfogey yet?

Maybe.
Maybe not.

"Maybe not" is more likely.
You'll never find it.

You've got to give us a clue.

I'll give you a clue.

Search in the bowels of the Earth.

I don't care about Grandfogey.

Beppo's sick.

Beppo sick?

He was quite OK last night!

Yeah... But how would YOU know?

I'm a bit of a clairvoyant.

Can we see how he is?

Yeah, come on.

He's sure to get well.

I'm suffering from steamed cod.

I was up all night, spewing

If I hadn't given Beppo the chocolate,
I would've been a gonner!

No more detective-grilling, Charlie.
We've had enough of it.

Let's go to sleep.

Some day you'll be eating bark
for chocolate.

Bark for chocolate...

It's all imagination...

Same as usual.

But one can always carry out
a bit of routine investigating.

I'll do the Marsh test for arsenic.

First I produce hydrogen...

...using sulfuric acid and zinc.

I pour sulfuric acid
into the hydrogen apparatus...

...so it drips down
onto the zinc pieces.

There's a chemical reaction.

Hydrogen is released
into the flask.

When I introduce the arsenic,
hydrogen arsenate is formed.

That goes through the tube,
and can be heated.

An arsenic coating occurs
at the constriction of the tube...

called the arsenic mirror.

The gas has been driven out.

I test by igniting the hydrogen.

Powdered chocolate is dissolved
in distilled water, stirred and filtered.

I pour the solution
into the hydrogen apparatus.

I heat the tube at the constriction.

It's arsenic!

Anders!

Anders!

What's burning?

Did you taste the chocolate
you gave to Beppo?

Why ask me that
in the middle of the night?!

There was arsenic
in the chocolate!

How horrible!

Yeah, I licked it off my fingers.

Officer Bjork! Eva-Lotta received chocolate
that had arsenic in it!

- What in it?
- Arsenic!

- Arsenic? How do you know?
- I analysed it in my lab.

Really?

Well now...!

It could be a mistake...
but we won't take any risks.

I'll send you this chocolate
right away by car.

So you should have a result
within a couple of hours?

Do you have any
of that chocolate left?

No, Beppo ate all of it.

- In your pants pocket then?
- No, Mum washed them last night.

I must say, one thing is peculiar.

What were you doing in that house
in the middle of the night?

What were you doing?
Out with it!!

- It was Grandfogey!
- Don't tell me it was that Grandfogey again!

Grandfogey!

There's sure to be chocolate on it,
from Anders' hands!

Well then, Mr Grandfogey had better
make himself available for police investigation.

How are things with Beppo?
Is he better?

Yes, but it was looking bad there
for a while.

Here he is, Inspector.

Hi, Sixten.
We came to get Grandfogey.

In the bowels of the Earth!

We'll just take one more.

This one?
Think about it.

It's not definite
that he has a moustache.

Alright, we'll try the next one.

This one?

They all look like
they're really nice.

So Charlie was right.

Thanks.
Goodbye.

What was that about Charlie?

There WAS arsenic
in the chocolate.

What a creep he is!
Beppo could have died!

A poor dog who never hurt anyone!

One thing I'm sure of...

That I.O.U. has to be found.

The police realise that, too.

They've been looking for it
day and night.

It's not enough just to look.

The problem has to be analysed!

Theoretically
and scientifically.

Listen to The Master Detective!

Right!

We can help the police find it.

A breakthrough is needed

You think you dropped the I.O.U.
at the ruins?

I'm not really sure.

We'll work it out.

There was a sou'-sou'-west wind that day.

So the I.O.U. would be
half way to Finland by now?

Trying to be funny?

By my calculations it could be stuck
in that big pile of stones.

What stones?

They're 50-100 m
north-east of the ruins.

You're a wizard.
Shall we go and look?

Not me!

You have to come.

Things might come back to you
when you're there.

No! I don't want things
to come back to me.

Nice boat, eh?!

That's strange...
There's never been boats there before.

No flag or pennant.
Very mysterious.

Come on, we're looking for the I.O.U.

Come on!

I've never seen such
a small piece of paper!

Me neither.

It seems whatever paper
might have been here, has gone.

And no I.O.U.

Probably on its way to Finland.

This was useless.

It should be here somewhere.

The Master Detective is right!
Here's a piece of paper.

I think so.

It's a deep hole.
We can't reach it.

We'll get a stick and a nail
and spike it.

Like the cleaners in the park.

Where will we get a nail?

In the haunted castle.

- How are you going?
- Nearly got it.

Great!

Now we'll see.

Don't drop it!

It's for you, Anders.

Eat fish!
Be healthy!

Can't escape it!

You look a mess. Wear a skirt.

Mums are such pains!

Yes, everything that you forget
when adventure's 'round the corner

- Eva-Lotta!
- I have to see Charlie and Anders!

Think of anything else?

No. can you?

No.

See if there's any
action with the Reds.

Shall we take a look?

Better than sitting here,
looking stupid.

Charlie! Anders!

Charlie! Anders!

Charlie! Anders!

- Hello.
- Hello.

I thought I saw someone I knew.

No, it was just me.

Haven't we met before?

No, not that I remember.

What might your name be,
little girl?

Eva-Lotta Lisander.

Well that's not someone I know.

Are sure we haven't met before?

No, never.

What's so funny?

Just something I thought of...
that was nice.

Anyway, what are you doing here?

I was looking for
Charlie and Anders.

Friends of mine.

Do you play here?

No, we're looking
for a piece of paper.

You've been looking
for a piece of paper?

Yes. Now we've finally found it.

Where are Charlie
and Anders now?

Nearby.

Charlie! Anders!

Hi!

Hi, boys!

You left the little lady
all alone.

I've been talking with her
while you were out looking for paper.

Come on in, boys.

I've got something cool for you
to do, you can earn money for.

Earn money?
That sounds great!

[In code: "he's the m*rder*r"]

Hurry up!
I'm in a hurry.

"The m*rder*r"!

Come with me, Eva-Lotta.

Come, I said.

What shall we do?

I don't know.

We can't leave Eva-Lotta here alone.

You don't say!

Come here, kids.

Don't look so frightened

No...

It's late...
We need to go home.

We'll earn that money
some other time. We're off.

Wait a sec!

You're not in any hurry.

That piece of paper...

Hand it over.

Right now!

Aren't you listening?

Who has the piece of paper?

What paper?

The only paper we have
is this.

I know you've got it.

Hand it over, Now!

Now!

We've hidden it...
in the room upstairs.

Get moving!

Otherwise I know a way
to really speed you up!

The trap! Uncle Joel!

Listen to me...!

Give me that paper now!

- But...
- No buts!

If I don't have it in 5 seconds...

It's in there.

- Shall I get it?
- Oh no!

Stand against the wall.

Quick! Against the wall.

The p*stol!

He'll be out soon. I'll see to his boat.
Run for your lives!

Officer Bjork!

Car 5. Boat heading for Norrsundet.

sh**t then.

Give me the g*n.

Anyway, you don't have the guts
to sh**t.

Bravo, Charlie!

That kid shot holes in my boat!

You're just in time.

Right!
We've some talking to do, with you.

Charlie sure leads
a dangerous life.

The m*rder*r captured
Youngsters led the hunt

The Ruins m*rder*r taken
Dramatic boat hunt
Youngsters help police

13-year old
takes the chocolate man

That language is dead easy!

- Easy for you, when you know the trick!
- You have to practice.

The syllables should come
like machine g*ns!

Sixten! Shouldn't you be studying
English grammar instead?

No... pirate-talk is more important.

Murderers know English,
but not pirate-talk!

Grandfogey's back from the police lab.
We can fetch it today.

No, Grandfogey's not here.

But we were told we'd get it back
when you were finished with it.

I guess you're right.

Did you give it back to The Reds?

As if!

But they could have asked for it,
couldn't they?

That may well be,
Master Detective!

Seek high in the air, let the birds of heaven
show you the way, ask the jackdaws...

Have YOU hidden it, Officer Bjork?

You inquire in vain, my lad.

Seek above the ground.

I like Officer Bjork!

- You do?
- Yes!

If you weren't so old, you could join us
in our w*r with the Reds.

Good heavens above!

The quiet plodding job of a policeman,
best suits an oldie like me.

But it's a bit dangerous
sometimes isn't it?

Off you go. Summer holidays
are soon over.

Summer holidays should never end.

They should go on forever!

That would be ollossollycar antasticfar!

Do you know pirate-talk?

You never stop learning
as long as you live.

- That's right! Now we gotta scram!
- 'Bye!

- "Look high above the ground".
- "Ask the jackdaws".

- The water tower!
- We must get there before the Reds!