01x12 - Jokern

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Let go, for Christ's sake!
I don't want to...

-It's over! Get it?
-You can't just walk away!

Get off! Jesus!

Don't go!

Bloody nutter.

Who's there?

Is that you, Micke?

Hello?

Hello?

You mentioned
hiking in Sarek last time.

I'd done the Kungsleden hike and I'd
planned to do Sarek the following year-

-but then this heart thing came up.
I'll give it another go this year.

We'll see how it goes. OK, that's it.

We've acquired a new gadget since you
were here last. Pedal, and you'll see.

You can cycle
all the way home to Ystad.

The harder you cycle,
the faster you go. Just like real life.

-Shall we try a little wind resistance?
-God, no. This is enough for me!

Good luck!

Dad, something's happened. Come on.

-Hi.
-Hi.

The boat's owned by a Stig Dyrander,
resident in Spain-

-but used
by his daughter Louise, 36, single.

The harbour master says
she used to bring a man here.

-And he found her?
-He saw a door banging in the wind.

We got the call at 8.15 am.

-And no one saw or heard anything?
-It's deserted round here at night.

A couple living up there saw a car
drive off, probably a Fiat.

That silver Hyundai is hers.

And what's that?

We've found blood on the deck.

Really?
I thought it was in the cabin where...

I know. The lifeboat also
disappeared during the night.

The captain swears
it was there yesterday.

-Was it in the water?
-No. It hung by that rope.

-Where was she from?
-I was getting to that. Malmö.

The Malmö police are searching
her flat. They said they'd call.

Jesus Christ.

Just blood. No body.

She must've screamed -
and no one heard anything?

-What do you say, Nyberg?
-"Jesus Christ" too.

I've found this...

Probably the m*rder weapon...

...going by the distribution
and amount of blood.

It's not exactly what you get
from a stab wound.

And this is interesting...

You'll recognise this.
An old clock-radio.

Oh, yes.

It says 8.45. So it's right,
despite the glass being broken.

I'll just turn it back...



So the m*rder took place
at three minutes to twelve.

I got this from Malmö.
It was on her fridge.

Look at the background.
It must've been taken here.

They checked her phone too.

A Mikael Pettersson from Ystad
had called her last night.

Mikael Pettersson...

Hi, Ystad Police.
Are you Jeanette Pettersson?

We're looking for Mikael Pettersson.

Micke!
They're here about the cars again.

I know he's careless,
but he's not dodgy.

The plates come loose,
and he loses track of them.

Hi. I'm from the police.

-I have some questions to ask you.
-What now? You've got the plates.

This isn't about the plates.
Can we talk?

OK.

-We're looking for Louise Dyrander.
-Louise... Who's that?

-Can you come with us to the station?
-I'll just get my jacket.

What the hell was all that about?

Oh, dear.

Louise who?
What the hell is all this? Well?

Shut the door behind you!

In you get.

-Did you know about Louise?
-Yes...

Did you?

Micke was going to leave her.
He'd said so.

It's likely she's been m*rder*d.
It was on the radio.

What are we going to do?

Do? Why, nothing.

But things are different now.
We'd thought he'd never dare...

You're scared, Anki.
That's just what he wants.

I'm thinking of the kids.

We've taken the decision
not to let this b*stard run our lives.

If you want to go back on that,
you'll have to call a new meeting.

Mikael Pettersson, 38,
married to Jeanette, three kids.

Got six months for
receiving stolen goods.

That was three years ago.
Since then, nothing.

lnterview with Mikael Pettersson,


Let's kick off, shall we?

I've got no idea
what all this is about.

No? Then let me tell you
that this is blood...

...from Louise's body.
And the photos are from her boat.

That was where
you used to meet, wasn't it.

But nothing happened this time.
I'd decided to end it. I left.

So when you left,
nothing of this had happened?

No.

What time was it
when you left the boat?

-Eleven something.
-Eleven something?

It was just after eleven.
Five, ten past.

So after you'd left, someone came,
slashed her with the bottle-

-and since then both he and Louise
have disappeared. Haven't they.

Tell me... Do you have any idea who
this third person might be?

-No idea?
-No.

Was there anyone else...sharing her?

What the hell's that supposed to mean?
Sharing her?

You never talked about it?

-So no names?
-No.

Where is she then?

But I... I don't know...

The body?

You must believe me.
I didn't do this.

-What did you do when you left?
-I went to a mate's.

-Who?
-Oskar... Ung.

Oskar Ung.
How long have you known each other?

-Five years.
-Can he give you an alibi?

-He's lying.
-Doubtless.

Nyberg. Where's Nyberg? - Nyberg?

I'm here. Going by our blood tests,
the time on the clock was right.

She was attacked at around midnight.

So if Micke's friend gives him
an alibi just after 11 -

-it means we haven't got our man.

Get onto it,
and I'll continue with Micke.

I can go to that Oskar Ung on my own.

Why? You'll both go.
He could be a rehearsed witness.

-Come on.
-OK.

-Who is he?
-He's Oskar Ung, 36.

No fixed job,
lives 100 metres from the commune.

No record, but has been
sectioned twice, in '95 and '01.

-For what?
-Doesn't say.

Fancy coming out tonight?

Maybe.

-Just no fights.
-Christ, no. No fights.

We'll see.

Drive in there.

Yes...?

-My God, Linda!
-Hi, Oskar.

Jesus! What are you doing here?

I'm here on duty.
This is my colleague Stefan Lindman.

We'd just like
to ask you a few questions.

-Can we come in?
-Sure.

Come in, I'll get some coffee going.

You know each other?

From another life, 100 years ago.
We can take it later.

So, you became a policewoman then.

-What's it like?
-It's alright.

-You like films.
-There's not much else to do out here!

In the winter
I can get through four a day.

-No job?
-Not at the moment.

"Crash"!
That's a great film. Borrow it!

Go on. I've seen it four times...
You can have it!

It's all right, thanks.

-I guess you've got rules for that.
-Something like that.

We're holding Mikael Pettersson
on suspicion of a serious crime.

-He claims he came here yesterday...
-At around six. You had dinner. Right?

Yes, but no dinner.
He'd just dumped...

Louise Dyrander. We know.

-So he dumps her and comes here?
-Exactly.

-What did you do?
-Had some beers, talked.

-He was really cut up about Louise...
-You're lying. We know.

Either change your story,
or we'll come down on you hard-

-as soon as we've got what we need
to send Pettersson down. For m*rder.

What... Is Louise dead?

We think so.

We have to get the times right, so
let's try again. When did he get here?

Eleven. Quarter past at the latest.
Do you think Micke k*lled Louise?

-When did he leave?
-One, half past...

Linda, Micke's no m*rder*r.

OK, tell me.

A lover ten years back.
We bummed around for a few months.

I got myself sorted,
he carried on. Anything else?

No.

Linda here...

OK. We'll see you there.

They've found Louise's body.
She's dead.

-How do we know it's her?
-It's her handbag. Had her wallet in.

She was probably put in the boat in
the hope that she'd drift out to sea.

There was an offshore wind last night,
and the tide was going out-

-so the idea was a sound one.

But then the wind changed.

-There was blood on the deck, yes?
-Yes...

Well, we found part
of a shoeprint in the blood.

We've now got the computer
to recreate a whole shoeprint.

Or boot print, more like.

Well, this is all of them.
Apart from those he has on, of course.

Could I ask you
some questions, in private?

-Are all the kids yours?
-No, only some.

BUY NOTHING

Have you any evidence
to prove Micke k*lled her?

-What were you doing that night?
-What?

You had a motive, after all.

Anki! Can you come here a second?

This gentleman wants to know what
I was doing when Louise was k*lled.

-Why don't you just leave us alone.
-Just answer the question.

We rented a film, that one
with Brad Pitt. "Mr and Mrs Smith".

-Marie and Jonas were here too.
-And they are?

They live
in the other end of the house.

-And how long were you here?
-Late. Until some time after 12.

I understand Micke
has quite a few cars.

I'd like to look
at the one he drove yesterday.

It's the Chevy out there.
The keys are in it.

One last question.
You all live here together.

-Do you run the farm together?
-Yes.

Well, the land is leased out.
We have horses and a riding school.

We have a pottery and a weavery too.

And you make a living off that?

Our demands are small.
If times are hard, we get in a holder.

A holder? What's that?

We rent out a stable.

-Do you have a "holder" now?
-Yes.

But we won't be getting any money.
It was rented by Louise Dyrander.

You met on the farm,
where she had her horse.

Your friendship grew
into a secret love affair.

-How long did it go on for?
-Six months.

-Who else knew about it?
-Oskar.

-Your wife knew nothing?
-Not that I know.

And you still maintain that you
know nothing about Louise's death?

I've told you a thousand times.
I was with Oskar.

Forensics have confirmed that this
boot has trod in blood on the deck.

Do you recognise the boot?

Whose boot is it?

It's my boot.

I left her there on the boat
and went to Oskar's.

When I got in the car to go home,
I changed my mind.

You drove back to the boat?

She was so angry when I left,
and we said things that...

...I regretted.

I didn't want us to split up
like that, so I went back.

You were frightened
she'd do something stupid?

I mean, if she was as angry as you say-

-maybe you were scared that she'd
tell your wife about your infidelity?

I don't know.
I can't remember what I was thinking.

-But can you remember what you did?
-When I got there, it had all happened.

There was blood...everywhere.

And she was lying there.

She was dead.

I panicked. I got it into my head
that I had to move her.

That she mustn't be found
on the boat where we used to meet.

I wanted to remove everything
that could be traced back to me.

So you went back to cover your tracks-

-so that Jeanette wouldn't
discover you'd been unfaithful?

Or was it because you knew who did it?

Do you know
who k*lled Louise Dyrander?

I thought it was Jeanette.
I thought it was her!

I did it to protect her.

We'll keep him in remand
for dumping Louise's body.

Not for m*rder?

-Apparently he didn't hold the weapon.
-If his alibi holds. If not, he's ours.

Excuse me,
but I think I've found something.

I went through Louise Dyrander's
handbag and found this.

A line traced in blood. Hers, probably.

At a guess,
the k*ller put it there afterwards.

I'll send it to
the national forensics lab.

Thirteen...

Come on, let's try to get this done.
And then let's get rat-arsed.

I won't be coming.

-What?
-I said we'll see.

I feel ready to drop after today.

I'll go home
and have a lie down instead.

We can do it tomorrow, can't we?

Sure.

Well, hello there. Forget something?

No. I just wanted to talk.

-Not as a policewoman, I mean, but...
-OK, come in.

-Are you hungry?
-A little.

I got one of these for Christmas.
Even came with an instructions video.

-Are you any good at this?
-No...but I've tried it once or twice.

I think you need to add water
to the rice. It gets sticky...

Have a glass of wine.

-How long have you lived here?
-A year, roughly.

-Strange we haven't met before now.
-I'm hardly ever in town.

Even if I've been clean for years,
the yearning's still there.

It'll get worse if I go there...
What was it you wanted to talk about?

I wanted to explain
why I was so cowardly-

-and why
I just upped and left that time.

Linda, that was over ten years ago.
You don't need to explain.

-I understand exactly.
-I still want to explain...

We can chew over it another time.
Listen, it's great to see you again.

So... Cheers!
Let's make some sushi.

Cheers.

I'll put that there...

I think this should be there...
and if you take that...

-...and put the rice on it.
-All over?

-You scared the life out of me.
-It was open.

Your music's so loud
you can't hear the doorbell.

-What are you doing?
-Planning my summer holiday.

I'm going hiking in Sarek.
I'm working out the route.

-A whisky?
-No, thanks.

-Are you going alone?
-No!

Yes.

What does the doc say about that?

I was at the doctor's today.
Did a test ride, with ECG and all that.

But I got interrupted
by a summons to the boat.

Oh, yes, the boat.
We've found new shoeprints...

...that are two sizes bigger
than Micke Pettersson's.

That's all. So now you know.

-Otherwise there wasn't anything.
-Good, Nyberg. Thank you.

Good night.

By the way.
What are you doing for the summer?

-Fancy tagging along?
-What? To Sarek?

Thanks, but no thanks.

I've been enlisted
by an archaeological society.

We're going on a little dig
up in the midlands in July.

A dig?

So you'll be doing on holiday
exactly what you do at work?

Yes, Kurt. I'm a simple man.

I've never had dreams
of mountain tops. I like digging-

-and getting to the bottom of things.

Put simply, I'm very happy with my job.

-Good night, Nyberg.
-Good night.

And Kurt -
don't forget the mosquito repellent!

See you.

Come on, children, cut it out.
Turn them back on.

Hello?

Hello?

Hello?

Yes! I love this. It looks so serene-

-but after 23.17 this little red one
gets eaten up by this spiky one-

-unless it's the other spiky one
that's out of shot... What the hell.

-Couldn't you find a bigger TV?
-It's nice, isn't it.

I bought all this sh*t
when Dad died a year back.

-More wine?
-No, thanks. I'm driving.

But you've already had two glasses.

I know. I forgot. Looks like
I'll have to stay for a while.

Of course. You've got
some breathalyser balloons in the car?

I'll have to blow into them
now and then during the evening.

I can't believe you moved down here.

It's the last place in the world
I'd have looked for you.

-Why?
-Because your dad lives here.

I know. Then it struck me that
it could've been like in the stories.

If you're really mean,
it's because no one loves you.

So I decided to take on the job as
the one who loves Kurt Wallander.

That was kind.
And he became kind too?

No. I became really mean.

And they let you join the police.

Excuse me.

Hello?

It's me. I'm at the farm.
You have to get down here.

-Anki Hedman's been shot.
-OK, I'll be right there.

-Anki?
-I know.

I have to go. Are you OK?

Hi.

She went out to water the animals.

-When did it happen?
-Half an hour ago.

It was her husband who found her.

Linda, have you seen this?

Now we know what that red line meant.

-Number one.
-Exactly.

Several people here say they saw
a Fiat parked down by the main road.

Red. Wasn't there something
about a Fiat at the harbour?

-That's right. Check it up.
-OK.

You two... I want full details
of everyone involved in this commune.

Start by checking the police records.

I'm also curious how they can afford
to live here. So check their finances.

They also run an internal créche.
Check if they run any other businesses.

See if we can find a link there
to the two murders.

There's something fishy here.

-So it's not a group member who...?
-No. They've all got alibis.

-Not Oskar Ung...
-I was at his place.

-What was that?
-I was with him when you called.

-Hang on. Alone?
-Yes.

-And?
-I wanted to test his alibi.

I don't care what you were up to.
I won't have private investigations.

Do what you're told to do,
and do it well. Do you hear me?

-I hear you.
-Good.

Why are you lying?

And you? I thought you'd be
knocking them back in the pub by now.

I changed my mind.
That's not lying.

-Can you drive me home?
-What's wrong with yours?

I've been drinking.

-Where are the children?
-Marie took them swimming.

Pierre still can't tell them.

They think their mum is in hospital.
It's just as well they're not here.

-Want a hand?
-I'm fine. Thanks, anyway.

-What'll happen now?
-Kurt will talk to you all.

That's not exactly what I meant.

Will you come back?

I'm banned from visiting you.

-By your father?
-Yep.

Not those.
They were Janette's grandmother's.

She'll go mad if they get broken.
Use these instead.

Pierre, can you do this now?

How long have you known each other?

Jonas and I were at school together.
Then we lost touch.

Jeanette and Marie
are old friends of mine.

Micke, Pierre and l
did military service together.

So now you all live together.
Let's start from the beginning.

We'll be keeping Micke a while.

The least we'll be charging him with
is desecration of a corpse.

Just for a while.

Benjamin?

Benjamin!

Stay here. Wait for me.

Benjamin?

Where have you been?!

On the toilet.

You must tell me if you're going
to go wandering off somewhere.

Louise Dyrander and Anki were probably
the victims of the same k*ller.

The question is, how we
can find the best protection for you.

-Protection?
-Louise and Anki were numbered.

So we don't know if he's done,
or if there'll be a third.

How could you protect us?
He was here, in our stables!

-He?
-What?

You said "he".

I can call someone who butchers Louise
and shoots Anki "her" if you like.

-We could even give her a pretty name!
-That won't be necessary.

-What are you going to do?
-We can have a crisis group set up.

To do so, the social services
must have your consent.

We'll arrange a large flat for you all
so we can keep a 24-hour watch.

Thank you. We're staying here.

This is serious. We must
be able to guarantee your safety.

-The children...
-Don't need their routines disrupted.

Your job is to find the m*rder*r.
Ours is not to let him run our lives.

-We can guarantee our own safety.
-How?

We can keep guard.
There are enough of us.

Keep guard?
Do you have weapons on the property?

No. But I think Jeanette's right.

The best thing would be to stay put.

But this is madness!

Oskar?

We're staying here.

-Look, two murders of this nature...
-Who is it?

You must know something! Why k*ll
two women from your little club?

-We know as much as you.
-So it's a coincidence?

Someone might be jealous of our
collective. It could be anything.

No, it couldn't be anything.
Something specific is going on here.

OK...

If we're to help you,
you have to open up.

Otherwise, you're on your own.

Wait! Wait!

It's a normal marker pen.

He must have done it
while the boy was swimming.

He put the jumper on the tiled floor
and drew the lines.

You can tell by the impression left.
But were there no witnesses?

No, none.

What'll you do with the boy?

I can't do much
without Jeanette's permission.

I've got a car outside the house
to keep a round-the-clock watch.

You think it'll be enough?

We've got a call about a red Fiat Uno
outside the pool today.

-Any number?
-No, but they're rare in these parts.

-So I found it in Borrby. Let's go.
-See you later, Nyberg.

A one-man firm.
Run by one Holger Molander.

He apparently lives here too.

Hello?

Hello?

-Hi. Are you Holger Molander?
-Yes.

We're from the police.
We'd like to ask you some questions.

-Is that your Fiat outside?
-Yes.

-What were you doing earlier today?
-Today?

Got up, had breakfast,
mended a puncture...

-Is that all?
-Yes. Why do you ask?

We're investigating two murders. A red
Fiat was seen at one of the scenes.

It's not mine, in that case.
It won't start.

I have to change the start motor.
It hasn't gone for six months.

-OK. I'll have our boys take a look.
-Maybe they could fix it.

Maybe.

Can I get back?

If it's not been used for six months,
the discs should be rusty, but...

What the hell
are you doing with the car?

-Do you work here?
-Work? It's my garage.

-Are you Holger Molander?
-Yes.

-Who's the guy inside?
-Who?

Stop!

They're taking him in just to be sure.
Yes, it was a nasty blow.

No, we've not touched anything-

-but I imagine there are
lots of prints for Nyberg to take.

OK, we've got something.

Roger Riis, 43.

Doing eight years for armed robbery.

Or rather, was.
He escaped three weeks ago.

-This was his cell.
-OK, thank you.

Look at this.

Eh?

Supermarket robbery

Their birth certificates,
phone numbers, addresses...

What the hell does he want with them?

Hi. Listen, about their finances.

All I can find is the farm.

It's owned by a foundation and is
leased to Equinox Riding School-

-which is owned by Jeanette Pettersson.

The rent they pay for the whole farm
is only 8,000 kronor a month.


Did you check out the foundation?

Yes, but it's not that easy. I've
submitted a request to the prosecutor.

Good. And Oskar Ung?

He gets an inheritance and a small life
insurance annuity left by his parents.

We'll hear tomorrow from
the Malmö police about the robbery.

We can find nothing
linking Riis and the commune.

-I'm pinning my hopes on the robbery.
-Unless it's true they know nothing.

It's possible.

By the way,
how's it going with Oskar Ung?

What do you mean?

Come on. I'm interested in his role
in this. How do you know each other?

We were in psychiatric care together.
Ten years ago.

-Why was he there?
-Drugs. Detox.

If you're wondering,
I was there for depression.

-I know.
-What?

I read your papers when we took you on.

Why haven't you said anything about it?

-I found it difficult...
-Difficult? You're my dad!

Do you want to meet Oskar again?

Would you consider
a little private investigation?

-You banned me from seeing him.
-I've changed my mind.

OK. What if I find something?

So tell me.

Naturally.

Agreed?

Bye.

First Louise, then Anki.

None of you
can tell us what's going on.

-Is this a cross-examination?
-No, but I can see you're terrified.

I'm just trying to help you.

Oskar...

-I'm sorry, but I don't know anything.
-You're lying. I know you are.

The others will notice it too.

And then we're talking cross-
examination. Do you hear me? Do you?

Linda, listen. I know noth...

-Oskar?
-You could see for yourself.

Three lines. Benjamin's next.
What do you want from me?

-Save him.
-How the hell am I to do that?

-Did you know Benjamin was adopted?
-What's that got to do with anything?

You know?

I met a woman.
She was a user and I started again.

We had a baby we couldn't take care
of. Where she is today I've no idea.

Dead, for all I care.

All I know is that
I'm free from all that...

...and that every day,
I know where my little boy is.

Benjamin?

He knows nothing about this...

Now please leave.

What?

I said will you now please leave!

When I left you,
it was the hardest decision of my life.

I was only 19. Christ, I loved you.

I knew you'd crack up if I left you.
But I had no choice.

You betrayed me. You lied to me.
You stole my money.

I didn't know where the hell to go!

I couldn't help you then...

...but I'd have been able to now.
If you'd given me the chance.

Linda! Don't go.

-Hi. Where are you off to?
-To work.

Come here.

-Are you coming back?
-If you want me to.

Of course I do. Come here.

We'll lie like this
until you're late for work.

Maybe they'll think you're sick
and we can stay in bed...

Sounds nice. But we can't. Not now.

There is one thing.

Roger Riis. Do you know the name?

-No. Who is it?
-An escaped bank robber.

There was something about him
in a newspaper in your loo.

And his name
has come up in our investigations.

-Are you sitting there testing me?
-No!

Ask me straight out, then.
What do you want to know?

Roger Riis committed
armed robbery a year ago.

There were five of them,
but only he went down.

Maybe there's a link
to what's happening.

Robbery? I'd be surprised if anyone
on the farm was involved in crime.

You should ask them.

And as for me,
I'm convinced that I'm not either.

Sorry.

Hey...

-Sorry. I mean it.
-It's OK. I just want you to find him.

See you.

Roger Riis was sent down for raiding
a security van a year or so ago.

Hi. Sorry.

They got away with 17.5 million kronor,
which has never been recovered.

I have a theory.

When Riis was planning the raid,
he called his mate Micke Pettersson-

-who in turn contacted his friends.

Roger Riis got done,
but the others got away.

Then Riis escapes from prison
to get his share of the loot.

And when he doesn't,
he starts to k*ll their women.

But they're just
former petty criminals.

So how come someone like
Roger Riis contacts them?

Three years ago, he did time for GBH.
Micke Pettersson was in his block.

But Oskar's got no record.
I mean, why start with armed robbery?

I wouldn't know. You tell me.

Our colleagues in Malmö staked out
an arms dealer recently.

And according to them, Oskar Ung
was there not so long ago. Explanation?

Maybe he felt threatened.

Nyberg, get the video on.

-You alright?
-Fine.

-You?
-Great.

Now pay attention. Watch.

Here we have five figures.

It's obviously Roger Riis
who's committing the as*ault.

I think the others
can be Micke Pettersson...

...Pierre Hedman, Jonas Ohlsson...

...and there, at the back...

...Oskar Ung.

The fact that they don't know
what we know gives us the upper hand.

We still have to find Roger Riis
before he kills Benjamin.

Roger Riis has no contacts here
other than Holger Molander.

He sorted out their old hideout,
so I say we start there.

Roger's done exactly
what he said he'd do.

If he's picked Benjamin
as his next victim, then so be it.

So no one's to argue with the cops
out there. They're here for Benjamin.

Does anyone see a way out
other than the obvious?

How much is left of his share?

Clever old Micke
has invested it all away.

Giving him any money now
is an impossibility.

And we've no time to sell the farm.

There is a third way out.

-Which is?
-The police.

An anonymous tip-off, that's all.


We send them his name on a piece
of paper and he'll go down for life.

-So you don't care what happens to you.
-No.

-Or to us?
-It's our mess. What choice is there?

Don't be so naive, Oskar.
We have our families here.

Think of the kids.

And what shall we say to them
when they ask about Riis?

And they will sooner or later. I can
tell Benjamin already wants an answer.

If the police don't find him -
despite our anonymous tip-off?

All we can be sure of is that Benjamin
dies. And if he realises it was us?

Benjamin dies.

And if he gets life and breaks parole?
Benjamin dies.

We have to find him
before the police do.

Just fog and noise.

You don't think
you could make it a little sharper?

Shite is shite,
even by satellite.

The light's on in
Holger Molander's brother's flat.

-And?
-His brother's in the nick.

Clear!

-The flat's empty.
-Good. Thanks.

Get rid of the police vans quickly.
If we're lucky, they'll be back.

-Kurt! Come here a second.
-Coming.

You're planning to sh**t Roger Riis.
You bloody fool.

He's got total control over you.
I've seen the video of the robbery.

If you think you can
get out of this with a g*n...

Can you really burst in like this?
You're the police now.

Give it to me. The weapon.

Come with
a search warrant next time. Go.

You stupid bloody fool.

I need help. He's planning to sh**t
Riis. We have to take him, quick.

-I want you to keep watching him...
-What? Christ, you can't let him...

-He might well lead you to Riis.
-Alone?

Stefan's up at the stables.
He'll have to help you.

Hi.

What the hell's all this?

Have you taken these?
Are you so f*cking jealous...

I found them in the Molander flat!

Forget us for now. Forget
you playing around with a crook too...

-What the hell do you know?
-It's none of my business. Sorry.

I'm just scared. The k*ller's taken
these photos. Ung's on his list.

And you're in the photos.
Are you also on his list, Linda?

Just like Louise Dyrander?

How much does he know?
Have you told him about Roger Riis?

-Yes.
-OK.

-But not that we know of the robbery?
-That too.

I think he's going to sh**t Roger Riis.

What are they going in there for?

Maybe they forgot something.

I'm listening...

We're 100 metres behind them.
OK. I understand.

What the hell...?

They've swapped cars, the b*stards.

Drive on, for Christ's sake.

It's Stefan. We've lost them.

sh*t. They must have swapped cars.
Didn't they have a white Volvo 745 too?

-Give me the g*n.
-For Christ's sake, Pierre!

I have to. It's the only
right thing to do. For Anki...

-sh*t, it's got mud on it!
-Give it to me. I'm doing it.

Shut up, Pierre. I'll do it.

He's coming. He's coming!

Now!

Turn him over.

Turn him over!

Drop the g*n.

Kick it over here.

The bag...

Open it.

Open it!

Show me. Show me, f*ck it!

-Where's the money?
-We don't have it.

My children have already lost their
mother. I beg you. Don't k*ll me.

-Think of the children. Please!
-Get the f*ck up. Get up!

-Don't k*ll me!
-Up!

For God's sake, Roger...

Roger! Stop! You'll get your money.
Just give us some time.

When? Well?

You set me up from the start.
I planned this and I went down for it.

I even shared the money.
And you? You buy a f*cking farm!

If I don't get the money tomorrow,
I'll take Benjamin.

And then every other f*cking kid,
one by one. Got it?

I'll be in touch.

Come on,
let's get out of here. Come on.

Cone on, for Christ's sake,
let's get out of here.

OK, good. Bye.

Jonas Ohlsson is in casualty. They say
he was accidentally shot in the foot.

I'm not surprised. That g*ng with
a g*n, it can only end in tears.

-Has he said anything?
-No.

Of course. Wonder if he met Roger Riis
before he shot himself in the foot.

Stop! Stop, I said.

-Don't want to...
-Get inside.

-No! No!
-I can't cope without you. Understand?

Come on. Come with me.
Let's go in. We're doing this together.

We're doing this together.
Come on.

That's the way.

Nyberg's guess is that Riis
disappeared in that direction.

Oskar and Pierre
dragged Jonas off in the other.

The question is, why would Roger Riis
want to sh**t Holger Molander?

And who shot Jonas Ohlsson
in the foot? Has he spoken yet?

-No.
-You've got nothing out of him.

-Nothing.
-Damn.

Well here we are, then.

Hi. The kids are in the kitchen.
Marie Ohlsson too.

-And Jeanette?
-We got here at six. I've not seen her.

-Where's the Volvo?
-It's not returned.

Damn! They've all cleared off.
Put out an APB for them.

I assume you know who Roger Riis is.

He was probably involved in
a sh**ting on a nearby football pitch-

-where Jonas was shot too.

When you found out, you tried to
run away but were stopped by Jeanette.

Here's your chance, Marie.
We can help you.

You know his name.
So you don't need my help.

We need to know where they're hiding.

-I don't know.
-For Christ's sake, Marie. Come on.

You husband's in hospital.
Your kids are in danger. Think.

You heard what I said. I don't know.

OK.

Come on.

I don't know what to say.
What do you reckon?

I don't know.

I don't think she's lying.

They're going to do it again. They'll
pay Riis with money from a new raid.

Talk to her.

Hello?

Marie! It's Jeanette!

Put it down!

Turn it off.
Turn the f*cking thing off!

I don't get why there should
be f*cking music everywhere.

It's said to be relaxing. Well it
f*cking isn't, it's f*cking terrorism.

It eats into my forehead,
know what I mean?

Anki couldn't drive
without listening to Leonard Cohen.

How I f*cking hate Leonard Cohen.

And now... Now Anki's...

And I can't find the CD.
I don't get it, it was in the car...

...and now...
I've got to find that CD...

Pierre! Cut it out. We'll find the CD,
as soon as we've sorted this.

How the hell can anything be sorted?

It was Olof Palme and Anna Lindh and
Anki and now... That Luther King...

Let's go!

-Get the f*ck down!
-Give us the keys.

Come on!

Ready? Come on!

Drive!

The call from Marie's phone went to
a mast here, a bit north of Ystad.

There's nothing there
but trees and fields.

We've tried to find something to link
with Oskar Ung's lot, but no luck.

-It'll take us a week to comb the area.
-At least.

What shall we do?
Put the pressure on Marie again?

I've been in those parts.

It was a long time ago.

Oskar's dad had a hunting lodge there.

We should follow this road until
we see a gravel road on the right.

Kurt here.

OK. - Stop the car.

Three people have robbed
a security van. No trace of the car.

Jeanette, Pierre and Oskar.

-What now? Turn back?
-Where else would they go if not here?

OK. Try to head them off.
We'll continue. Bye.

Roger Riis. What do we do?

-Call for backup.
-It's too late.

Kurt here...

Chuck it over here.

Lie down.

Down!

They're outside the lodge.
Exactly, just north of Skogholm lake.

Police! Drop the g*n!

Stop!

-Stop!
-Lie down.

Stop, I said!

Drop your weapon.

-You don't need to find me here.
-Drop your weapon.

Maybe you ran
in the opposite direction.

Give me one last chance.

Drop your weapon.

Only if you drop your weapon.

Can I get in? It's freezing!

-I thought you might be here.
-Oh, yes?

Lessebo, remember it?

This place. You called it Lessebo.
Once when we were leaving-

-you wanted to come here
and wave goodbye to the sea.

Remember?

No. What do you want?

The funeral's on Friday.
I was wondering if you wanted me there.

I spoke to his sister
when they broke the news.

-I don't want to talk about it.
-OK.

All I know is that if I'd loved him,
none of this would've happened.

But you didn't,
and it wasn't your fault.

I k*lled him.

How often in this life do we get
to meet someone who's just like us?

Was he like you?

He was like me.

His sister told me that his teacher
used to liken him to an orchid.

You know, one of those flowers
that's hard to look after...

...but is so very
beautiful when it blooms.

And that was the difference.

You had the strength
to pull yourself out of that darkness.

And now you're in bloom.

What are you doing here?

I'd hoped to...bump into you.

-Otherwise I'd have been here...
-...waving goodbye to the sea.

There'll be no hiking trip to Sarek.

The doc says...
my blood pressure's too high.

So I thought I'd come here
and think about...

...life.

And you bump into me.

Yes.

-Shall I drive you back to the home?
-Yes, please.