It is indeed a privilege to have the
final exercise of the year in Ystad.
It is hard to practice in this kind
of terrain under normal conditions.
But we have been
given that opportunity here
thanks to the support of the council
and the citizens of Ystad.
It has allowed us to conduct
a useful and realistic exercise
mainly represented
by the civilian element.
- Welcome! Come inside and get warm.
- Thanks. Are the drinks ready?
- Aren't you the designated driver?
- No, it's Stina's turn.
Thank you.
Stefan?
Stefan?
There's something wrong
with this house.
It's warmer outdoors.
We're renting a refrigerator.
- Hold it. Don't do that.
- Why not?
The chimney's been sealed.
Really?
What should we do?
It's freezing cold in here.
We've got wine and some frozen bread
and a new electric heater.
- It's cold.
- The bloody fuses keep blowing.
We need to fix the boiler, we need
lumber for the laundry room wall...
...and we need a corkscrew.
- We need some furniture.
We've got some plastic chairs
and a rickety dining table.
Right. A sturdy table,
four wooden chairs...
...and a rental TV.
- I'd like to have a leather sofa.
- A leather sofa?
We need to go to a furniture store
anyway. Hand over the pen.
- I'm not finished.
- Hand it over.
- Hand it over.
- So, take it.
Give it to me.
Give it to me.
- The pen...
- Take it.
- Is this such a clever idea?
- I'm not clever.
Hello.
Hello?
Hello. Oops... Rise and shine.
I was in the neighbourhood,
so I figured I could give you a hand.
I'm not sure if I want the bed, Dad.
What am I supposed to do with it?
Good grief...
All the heat is going to waste.
Well, it was even colder yesterday.
Hi there.
I just woke up. In my room.
On a mattress... I don't have a bed.
I can give you a lift into town,
it's no trouble.
Let me throw some clothes on
- Stefan, could you make some coffee?
Sure.
- None for me, thanks.
- Let me know if you change your mind.
- You take sugar?
- I told you I don't want any coffee.
- She's taking a shower.
- Right...
Hurry up, men! This won't do.
Get a move on, for Christ's sake.
Or we'll be here all day.
- How are you doing?
- What do you mean?
- What do you mean?
- Knock it off.
How is the house coming along? That
sort of thing takes a lot of effort.
Right, but it will be fine.
Sometimes you need a change.
I don't know how long Stefan
and I will be roommates.
But right now it's nice
to have a place of my own, you know.
I thought maybe
the cold was a bother...
- It's not like it can k*ll you...
- That's true.
- Where are we going?
- One of Lisa's acquaintances called.
I figured I'd drop by.
It looks better if a detective
gets the cat down.
- Don't firemen do that sort of thing?
- That's what I thought.
Hello. I'm Olof Wachtmann,
I was the one who called.
- Kurt Wallander.
- Linda Wallander.
That's right, your daughter.
We've seen you in the papers.
Well then, follow me.
I have an old German Shepherd.
We call him Dickson.
This morning Dickson was gone.
He's taken off before, when some dog
in the neighbourhood is in heat.
It was so quiet,
so I went out to check things out.
And dogs can do
a lot of stupid things,
but I'm pretty certain
that Dickson didn't do this.
You figure someone stole him, then?
Either that, or he's learned how
to use a bolt cutter.
We had a dinner party yesterday,
and today Dickson was gone.
I'll see if anyone down
at the station knows anything.
Let me introduce my wife,
Carolina Wachtmann.
Linda Wallander.
- Hello, Kurt.
- Lina...
- You recognized me.
- Lina Persson.
It's been ages
since anyone called me Lina.
We went to the same school.
You never go to the reunions.
Something always manages
to come up. Long hours...
- Everyone talks about you.
- Really?
The famous policeman. You know...
I should go some time and tell about
all the paperwork we have.
There's one coming up next year,
our 35th anniversary.
- I might be able to swing that one.
- I'll send you an invitation.
Maybe we shouldn't disturb the police
force any longer. Thanks for coming.
- We'll be in touch.
- He's a sweetheart of a dog.
Big, ugly and gentle.
- Did you know her well?
- Back then I was in love with her.
She wanted someone more high-class.
Aren't you curious about the reunion?
No...
- What do you think about the dog?
- Good morning, Ebba.
The whole thing
sounds like a joke.
Either that or it bit some jogger
who came back for revenge.
Or the dog
learned to use a bolt cutter.
- The dog isn't the real issue.
- Then what is the issue?
Politics.
- Kurt...
- Yes?
I've been shopping,
could you give this to Lisa?
Lisa, right...
Listen, about these soldiers...
It can't be helped,
it's the annual exercise.
This year's scenario
is called "Operation Geiger".
A nuclear power plant gets bombed and
we're invaded by the Baltic states.
- What an exciting week they'll have.
- That goes for all of us.
- What do you mean?
- We're in it.
- There's a briefing in ten minutes.
- Oh, no... Bloody hell!
Here comes the doctor.
- How are you?
- My stomach is bothering me.
- This should do the trick.
- Olof Wachtmann says hello.
- How did it go?
- If any more pets are on the loose...
...just let me know.
- Sorry.
I only asked because I knew
you were in the neighbourhood.
You asked because Wachtmann's sister
is the commissioner's wife.
You'd like him to put in a good word
for you, for the sake of your budget.
We need more money.
Stockholm piles on the responsibility
while cutting back on our funds.
So my looking for lost dogs
actually improves our efficiency.
- I won't bother you again.
- Fine. Was there anything else?
We have this military exercise.
- Submarine periscopes at the beach?
- Right, liaisons training.
They will be guarding
the nuclear reactor
and conducting combat in the streets.
I'll be happy to delegate a few men
to help with the paperwork.
That's very considerate of you.
See you tomorrow!
- Are you going home?
- No, I have more work to do.
- I can wait.
- No, don't...
- About yesterday...
- Could we discuss this later?
Linda, you'd better come now
if you want a ride.
Did I interrupt something?
Didn't you mention
something about a German Shepherd?
- Did this report just come in?
- Yes, from Kärragården.
- How about checking it out?
- Sure. - Bye, Stefan.
You do realize
that you can't do this every day?
Pick me up in the morning
and take me home.
- I know that.
- But I appreciate it today.
- Are you managing all right at home?
- Absolutely.
Maria and I are doing just fine.
- Maria...?
- Maria Callas.
- Hello. I'm Kurt.
- Hello. That was quick.
- So, what have you found?
- I was out walking Jackie.
Suddenly, she started barking her
head off and pulling me that way.
I let her show the way.
Someone's tied up his nose and legs
with strips of plastic.
- Did you see anyone in the woods?
- No, not a soul.
I cut away the strips around his nose,
and he went mad.
He tried to bite me,
so I didn't undo his legs.
You see?
- Is it far to the manor at Bjäresjö?
- It's on the other side of the hill.
I called to see if it was their dog,
but no one answered.
Hello? Yes, we just got here.
Linda... Wait a minute.
Yes? No, it's...
Hello?
Hello?
Hello?
Hello!
So who disturbed my rest this time?
- Double m*rder. A married couple.
- Come on, men...
Hello, Stefan.
We've got a double m*rder,
probably in connection with a robbery.
- Multiple perpetrators?
- Probably. It just happened.
We're waiting for forensics
to determine the time of death.
Go ask the neighbours
if they have seen anything.
Olof Wachtmann mentioned a dinner
party, we need to talk to the guests.
Ann-Britt, you do the background
check. Family, friends, money, etc...
That's all for now.
A lorry's been parked here recently.
Good site, out of view...
You can do whatever you're doing
without being disturbed.
And you wouldn't hear a diesel
engine running from here.
Look! What the hell is that?
A box with cut wires. Looks like
it was done fairly recently.
It's part of the alarm system.
They've looped it,
to bypass the emergency call centre.
They know what they're doing.
- What do you think?
- We've checked the insurance papers.
Compare this room with this picture.
- You can see what's been taken.
- The silver.
- Hello, I'm D.C. Stefan Lindman.
- Bengt Bengtsson.
- I apologize for the early hour.
- That's all right, I'm an early bird.
The lights have been on all night up
at the Wachtmann place. Bad news?
- I'm not at the liberty...
- A young vet picked up their dog.
Have you noticed anything unusual
lately? Any strangers around?
All I can think of is
all those military men.
There are tyre tracks from a lorry
behind the stables.
- They don't keep horses nowadays.
- How about unfamiliar cars?
Well, I wouldn't know.
They all look alike to me.
- Call me if you think of anything.
- Sure, absolutely.
- There was a leopard in my garden.
- A leopard?
That's what they said it was.
It weighed 60 tons.
- A leopard that weighed 60 tons?
- A tank called the Leopard.
Made in Germany, apparently.
It crushed my flower boxes,
and tore down the entire fence.
- So you'd like to file a report?
- I certainly would.
How am I supposed to work
if the whole town is sealed off?
- What do I tell my customers?
- I'm sure they can make allowances.
Should I tell them that no deliveries
are possible due to WWlll?
- Can I help you?
- Something happened yesterday.
This man was standing
in my living room when I got home.
A stranger?
He must have found the spare key,
it's on a hook by the patio door.
It all went so fast. My husband, Arne,
is on a business trip in the US.
I opened the front door and immediately
sensed that something was wrong.
So I went inside.
When I passed the living room, I saw
him standing there, staring at me.
- Are you all right?
- I'm fine.
- Are your parents here?
- Over there.
- I'm Linda. What's your name?
- Eva.
Let's go.
- Did he take anything?
- No.
Can you describe him?
Dark clothing, average height.
Boots. He had a mask on,
or some kind of paint.
- Could he have been a soldier?
- His clothing looked like a uniform.
Wait, he was wearing gloves.
Thin, light-coloured gloves.
- Hi there. I expect she got lost.
- Thank you.
I think we should look into this.
Would you like to file a report?
I don't know. My husband is away.
He wanted me to report it,
but now that I'm here...
Yes, I know...
As soon as I know something,
I'll let you know.
Absolutely.
Yes, you'll be the first to know.
Goodbye.
- Kurt?
...top priority on fibres.
Kurt! How is it going?
How is it going?
- What?
- The double m*rder!
A married couple was k*lled
and we have initiated investigations.
Olof Wachtmann's sister is the wife
of the National Police Commissioner.
So this incident has stirred up
a great deal of interest upstairs.
I couldn't care less.
I went to grade school with Lina,
but she doesn't get special treatment.
We are all equal in the eyes of the
law. That's not going to change, right?
Hello. Good... I'm on my way.
Tell them to wait.
Stina and Lars Berg are here.
They had dinner with the Wachtmanns
the night before they were k*lled.
- How are you?
- I'm fine!
I'm...
Just don't argue with me, all right?
We need some help over here!
Call an ambulance.
Lisa? Lisa?
- She will be all right, though?
- Lisa's in the intensive care unit.
Her condition is stable.
Hopefully, she's simply overworked.
- What an awful day.
- This won't take long.
Of course we'll help out
in whatever way we can.
Did you notice anything
out of the ordinary that evening?
Not really, everything was like it
usually is. Carolina did the cooking.
A scotch before dinner. Too much port
and tall tales for dessert.
Olof was in a great mood.
They both were.
Carolina had
made a North African dish.
Did you hear the dog at all?
Did you see it when you arrived?
- I don't think so.
- Did they have any enemies?
Absolutely not.
They were kind and harmless people.
Olof had a small inheritance and
he leased his land to local farmers.
He has collections that he sells
when he gets a new fancy.
Carolina was like that too.
Right now it was Northern Africa.
Olof was more of a solid,
patriotic Swede.
Hi. Let's get to it.
- I didn't think you'd show up.
- I keep my promises.
I've been trying to find out if any
military vehicles have gone astray.
- And?
- They'll get back to me.
Where shall we start? I have a list...
Right...
Did you know them?
Why do you ask?
Well, you're trying not to look
at the victims, particularly the woman.
We talked yesterday.
Lina was the first girl I ever kissed.
You don't forget that sort of thing.
All right... Let's get to it.
Yes. We'll start with the woman.
She appears to be the first victim.
The methods are different.
Carolina Wachtmann was beaten,
stabbed, r*ped
and left to bleed to death
following a well-placed wound
in the throat, by the carotid artery.
It's like slaughtering a pig,
you die within seconds.
They proceeded differently
with the man.
He appears to have been conscious
while his wife was abused.
They forced him
to watch the proceedings.
Indicated by the noose around his neck
and the bruises by his temples.
He doesn't appear
to have been tortured.
He was stabbed
in the carotid artery as well.
Excuse me. Why don't
you take a break, all right?
Carolina Wachtmann
was tortured extensively.
The perpetrator
used a sharp knife or dagger.
A throw-knife or a commando style
dagger with a double edge,
leaving characteristic incisions
on the hands...
...and the armpits.
Most clearly visible here and here.
In her case, it's probably easier
to say what they didn't do to her.
- How long did it take?
- It's hard to say.
- Whoever did this was good.
- Good?
They knew what they were doing.
They hurt her, but didn't k*ll her.
She received a great deal of wounds
while she was tortured.
But it would have taken her hours
to bleed to death from them.
- What's this?
- A CD stand.
Okay...
- Listen, about last night...
- Yeah, I know...
Stefan here.
Good. Who is in command?
- I'll be there in 30 minutes.
- Was that the Military Police?
They've found this captain who
knows something. All right if I go?
- Sure. Go.
- Really? All right.
Captain Andersson?
Were any of your vehicles in
the vicinity of Bjäresjö last night?
No, they'd be
way off track in that case.
- Are any vehicles missing?
- Loads.
I'm looking for a field kitchen, two
howitzers and a recon platoon
that has vanished
nearby some place called St. Olof.
- 7,000 soldiers in all, Detective...
- D.C. Lindman.
Have a seat...
D.C. Lindman, was it?
all those hormones surging,
you know there's going to be
drunkenness and pranks.
Regardless of what you think of it all.
I'm investigating a double m*rder,
not some shoplifting case.
A military lorry was seen
in the vicinity of the m*rder.
Let's see... This particular vehicle
has gone missing.
- What about the driver?
- A crew of three.
Their files are on their way,
sent by their different regiments.
Would you like some coffee?
Hi, Kurt. Thank you...
They're lovely.
Welcome to my new office.
Thank you...
What did they tell you?
Nothing much wrong with the outside,
just a dislocated shoulder.
You took quite a spill.
Ann-Britt told me you
were very good at CPR.
It wasn't that bad,
but I think you're overworked.
All that budget stuff is deadly.
How are things going?
Thank you.
Well, it might be a standard sex crime,
only I doubt it.
Or it could be a robbery
that got out of hand.
But there's
something about their M.O.
That leads me to conclude that they
knew exactly what they were doing.
Remember those Estonian boys?
The ones who k*lled
a motorist for 50 kronor?
I just wanted to find out
how you were doing.
You came to report to your superior
and ask what our next step is.
That too.
Like I said, there's nothing much
wrong with the outside.
But the doctors are running
tests and scans.
I've had stomach pains for a while.
Well then...
They smile at me and talk to each
other in a serious tone of voice.
So I guess
I'll be in here for a while.
So you are acting
Chief Superintendent as of now.
Damn it, Lisa! I'm in
the middle of a m*rder investigation.
Lesson number one: Delegate.
Park myself behind a desk
and collect dust, you mean?
Oh, so that's how you see me?
I'm from the Ystad Police Dept.
Are you the person who called us?
These three army guys jumped me when
I told one of them he was too drunk.
I mean, where are the cops when you
need them? No offence meant, but...
Without any provocation?
I told them to buzz off
and then they jumped me.
- Did they take anything?
- Could you turn that off?
- Did they take anything?
- The till. Can you file a report?
- Which direction did they go?
- Are you kidding?
The lorry took off down the street,
so that would make it southeast.
Thanks.
Come on in.
It's a good thing you're here.
- How's Lisa?
- Better, but it will take a while.
This piece of crap
is acting up again...
You're good at this sort of thing,
could you help me?
- There.
- Right.
That's it. Can I go now?
I'll go and you'll stay.
I'd like you to be the acting
Chief Superintendent.
- You must be joking.
- You would be better at it than me.
I don't know
anything about being the boss...
Let's do a little role playing.
Being the boss is great.
- I'll go out again. Then I'll knock.
- You'll knock?
Sure...
Come in.
Kurt?
- What do we have?
- The homeowner, dead, in the barn.
- Who found him?
- A guy interested in a car.
He found the man dead in the barn.
The car, a classic Morgan,
has probably been stolen.
The door wasn't locked. The buyer went
inside and then checked the barn.
Sverker Langenstierna, 51 years old.
He was tortured with a knife.
- Same age as Olof Wachtmann.
- Same position as Carolina Wachtmann.
The question is whether there is
a connection between the victims.
Both men have aristocratic names and
they live in the same general area.
I need your help.
There's been another crime.
Another m*rder. I apologize on behalf
of myself and the Swedish Army.
- You listen to the police radio?
- We listen to all radio transmissions.
Some disturbing news...
Two of the men gone AWOL have been
sentenced for as*ault as civilians.
They nearly k*lled an old lady
in connection with a robbery.
- You let men like that into the army?
- They have live ammunition too.
In other words, you've given
pyromaniacs some matches.
Ann-Britt!
Ann-Britt, look at this.
Hello...
- Come in.
- I wanted to see how you're doing.
I'm doing fine. It's great being
the boss. Just a bit lonely.
Lisa wasn't surprised that you
had assigned me to this job.
She did tell me to delegate.
You'll do a fine job.
Stockholm called, and they
wondered who the hell I was.
So I asked
who the hell I was speaking to.
They want you
to hold a press conference.
And the commissioner wondered
why we aren't doing more.
- What? Aren't doing more?
- I'm just repeating the message.
I'm not ready, the press conference
will have to wait.
I can't cover for you forever.
- I've got to...
- I'm doing my best.
Say hello to our colleagues.
Ann-Britt, just remember
that we're on the same team.
The prints come from combat boots,
Army or the Home Guard.
Three men: A driver
and two perpetrators, we believe,
since one of them doesn't seem
to be present at the crime scene.
Then there's the commando knife. Like
the boots, you can get them all over.
- Are they standard issue?
- No, but some guys get hold of them.
And they use latex gloves.
We didn't find any gloves, but we did
find traces of talcum powder...
That rings a bell.
Yesterday. With Svartman!
Svartman! There you are.
- The woman who came in yesterday...
- Which one?
- The one with the little girl, Eva.
- The break-in.
She described
the man as being in uniform.
- And wearing a mask and gloves.
- Either a mask or face paint.
- Did you file a report?
- No, she backed down.
No one was hurt
and nothing had been taken.
- Do you remember her name?
- I don't think she told me.
I talked to at least
Maybe the surveillance tape
will help you out.
Hello, answering machine,
I guess I'll have to talk to you.
Tell my daughter Eva
that her daddy's plane has landed.
She can call my mobile phone
in case she wants...
Final call for Fly-Me
to Stockholm Arlanda, gate 14B.
Hey! You've got to pay for the paper!
I live over by the crossing
and I noticed the lights were on.
But the Severins aren't due back
from France for two more months.
And they don't have a green lorry.
So I called the police.
Some soldiers had broken into the
house, they were unloading the lorry.
We appreciate your help
and we'll take over from here.
- Do we need back-up?
- I think we have enough men.
That's Langenstierna's Morgan.
- Wait!
- Put down your weapons and come out.
Down on the ground! Move it!
I said down, damn it!
Let's get the hell out of here.
Come on.
Don't make a move!
Freeze! Face down on the ground!
We didn't do anything,
we just wanted to party...
sh*t...
There!
It's too fuzzy.
Could you zoom in on her face?
Sorry, this is full resolution.
We've got to locate her parents.
Put out a radio bulletin,
every hour on the hour.
- Heard anything? If you do...
- You'll be at your desk.
Right.
- I want my mummy.
- I'll take you to your mummy.
The Ystad police are looking for
a 5-year-old girl called Eva.
Two days ago she was at the police
station, and she was dressed in...
- Do you mind?
- I've heard it four times already.
- What about the conscripts?
- I found them.
Only all they did was
get drunk and trash a bar.
Another dead end. I sure hope
I'm wrong about this little girl.
- Shouldn't you get some sleep?
- I don't know.
You don't know?
Maybe I should move out?
It might be for the best.
- What do you mean?
- You're avoiding me.
- I can't handle a relationship.
- Cool it!
We had sex and it was good.
Nothing wrong with that.
But if it ruined things, I'll move.
That's not what I mean.
Can't we just let it be
a nice and fuzzy kind of memory?
Sure.
Linda speaking...
- Were you the one who called?
- She gave me such a fright.
Do you remember me?
Linda, the police officer.
- Can you tell us your address?
- Sälgstigen 2.
- Did you see who dropped her off?
- It was a BMW.
It tore off in the direction of Malmö.
Linda took the girl
down to the station. Kurt...
What's up?
It's the same scenario,
only with a few twists.
They appear to have been surprised.
A neighbour saw two masked men
leave the area on foot.
And the girl was dropped off at a
petrol station by a lone man in a car.
There are signs of a struggle.
We recovered a torn glove, so we
might be able to lift some prints.
One of the three men saved the girl
and took off in the BMW, you mean?
It looks like they split up.
All the evening tabloids...
And the morning papers too.
All opened to the same story:
The murders of the Wachtmanns
and Langenstierna.
Anita Pihlskiöld
came down to the station yesterday.
She had seen a strange man
in her living room.
When her husband saw the papers
and read about the murders,
he started packing
and ordered tickets to Majorca.
- For 8:30 am tomorrow.
- He figured it was his turn?
Right. But how on earth could
he know that he was on their list?
- Anything missing?
- No, I expect that was a diversion.
Something
they're no longer bothering with.
Either this was the final hit,
or they're getting close to their goal.
No suspects, no motives
and five dead people.
You get to write that report, because
I'm going home. See you tomorrow.
Linda...
I'm afraid I have bad news,
both her parents were k*lled.
- How do we tell her?
- What about her relatives?
There's an aunt in Jönköping.
We're trying to get hold of her.
There was no response from Social
Services, but they're understaffed.
We don't know how much she saw.
- She needs police protection.
- So what do we do?
She'll have to spend the night
with you. Just one night, that's all.
"A lion? What are you going to do?"
"I'm going to eat an orange dog"...
sh*t! Oh, no!
Cripes, it's on fire.
- We need a new toaster.
- We need a new chef.
Look, a chef's cap. Linda can set
the table and you and I will cook.
I want to ask you a question first.
Are you two married?
No, we're not married, we're just
good friends. - Right, Stefan?
We're friends and roommates.
So, what should we make?
- Pancakes!
- Sure. Great.
Oops.
Eggs...
- Everything okay?
- No.
Could you sit here for a while?
I need to...
Come on!
Time for breakfast. Frosted flakes and
chocolate milk, just like you said.
- Come here.
- No, you come here.
- They talked like that.
- Who did?
Those people who came in the night.
- What do we know?
- The car was stolen a week ago.
Someone torched it last night. No one
comes here this time of the year.
- Any evidence?
- None, thanks to the Fire Dept.
- We're taking the car in to forensics.
- We'll be in touch.
What do you think? Is it our man?
Wallander speaking...
Really?
Good. Sure, I'll be right over.
That's great. Bye.
Forensics is done analyzing
the girl's clothing and her teddy bear.
They found camel's-hair fibres
on her clothes.
Camel's-hair fibres
and traces of red Saharan dust.
Saharan...? Do you know if Martinsson
is still at the Wachtmanns' place?
He might have left by now.
- Martinsson here.
- Are you at the Wachtmanns's place?
Yes, and we lifted some prints
at the Pihlskiöld residence.
What do you see?
The room is filled with pictures,
plants, lamps, African masks,
a clock, furniture, boxes, paintings,
a fireplace, a chest of drawers...
- Check out the boxes.
- Dusty junk from Africa, that's all.
- Who sold the stuff?
- There's an address.
"Rabat lmport,
Hamnvägen 312, warehouse 54, Malmö."
This is it. Three weeks ago they bought
some masks, rugs and blankets.
Let's go have a look.
Not much action around here...
According to the handbook,
this is when we ought to call in.
Go to the station. Have coffee. Wait
for the right colleague to turn up...
Fill out some forms, hear about
a colleague's vacation in Spain...
- And let the criminals escape.
- Handbooks are useful things.
The Wachtmanns had masks like these.
They're made of camel's hair, right?
Unusual colours...
Rabat lmport.
The proprietor's name is Khalid Houari.
- What was that?
- Khalid Houari.
- Sounds Algerian, doesn't it?
- We need to talk to him.
Christ...
Two people have bunked in here.
A French bag...
We'd better contact our colleagues
in Malmö and explain this.
Then they can
check the whole place thoroughly.
- Three men, and one left.
- Because of the girl?
Possibly. Maybe he didn't think
they had cause to k*ll her.
Hang on!
- Fresh green paint.
- Military green.
What do you know? Langenstierna's
Morgan... The Wachtmanns' silver.
Hardly meant to go on the market.
They have burned the uniforms.
But I don't think they're done...
Hello...
- She'll be fine.
- No, she won't.
- Are you okay?
- Yes. So where do we stand?
We have a name and some prints
found at the Pihlskiöld's place.
We're going to contact Interpol
and run the prints through
all the available databases.
We found a French food bag, too.
- Martinsson...
Send those prints
to the French authorities,
and run the name "Khalid Houari"
through every available database.
- How is that spelled?
- The way it sounds.
Here's his business card,
if you're not sure.
- Don't you want to talk?
- Some other time.
- Hello, Nyberg.
- Hello, Linda.
The little girl, Eva, how is she doing?
She's with her aunt. Poor soul,
she'll have to explain what happened.
- It's awful. But she's alive, though.
- That's one way of looking at it.
Look. Olof Wachtmann had
one of these coats of arms things too.
Well, Wachtmann did have one,
only that was from Eksjö.
Arne was stationed in Strängnäs.
I know. Three different regiments,
but they all did service in 1980.
- I'm Linda. Thanks for fitting me in.
- We're happy to help the police.
I'm looking for an exercise
involving three regiments:
Eksjö, Strängnäs and Visby.
I 12, I 10 and I 18. Later on, they
were known as P 10 and P 18.
The tail end of the 70s
was the peak of the Cold w*r.
Sweden's military budget was one
of the highest per capita in the world.
Not that we'd have had a chance
if the Russians showed up!
- I'm interested in 1980.
- Operation Janus. The Roman god...
...with two faces. The objective was to
check up on both the US and the USSR.
Not that we ever planned on sh**ting
anything westwards apart from flares.
Welcome to Operation Janus!
- Nothing?
- The car was cleaned out.
Everything was doused in petrol,
it was impossible to trace any fibres.
- The tyres?
- Nothing.
What about high-tech stuff,
like the GPS?
Do you know how to access data
from the hard drive?
No one's checked the "black box"
under the driver's seat.
Then do it.
I've received the data
from the stolen BMW.
The coordinates
programmed by the perpetrators.
The addresses correspond
to the three crime scenes.
The French police
have gotten back to us on the prints.
Abdel Aziz,
a former Foreign Legion officer.
Presently the manager
of a small security outfit in Lyon.
He's on vacation.
The guy was born in Sweden.
Back in 1980, Abdel, his brother Halim
and their cousin witnessed a crime.
Four men broke into their flat,
tied the boys up,
and then tortured and r*ped their
mother in front of them. She died.
The perpetrators were young and white.
They wore combat boots,
jumpsuits, balaclavas and latex gloves.
They were never apprehended and
the statute of limitations expires...
And their cousin's name is Khalid
Houari, the owner of Rabat lmport.
One day Olof Wachtmann
walks into Rabat lmport.
Khalid recognizes him, calls his
cousins and all hell breaks loose.
I guess all hell broke loose
Here are the routes they took.
Apart from the crime scenes,
they went to Horsagatan in Ystad.
How are we supposed to keep a whole
housing tract under surveillance?
I have an idea.
The three men did their military
service the same year.
Different regiments
in different cities. I 12, P 10, P 18.
What if they met during
an operation back in 1980?
They were part of the command staff
during Operation Janus in 1980.
It was a winter exercise.
I have a list of the officers and
conscripts on the command staff.
All three victims are on it,
along with 46 other names.
Which one of them is number four?
Let's see if anyone
on this list lives on Horsagatan.
Here: Johan Karlsson, Horsagatan 11.
He was their commanding officer.
Let's get moving.
We've taken up our position at
the back. The house is quiet. Over.
We're here.
Are we going in straight away? Over.
We're going in one minute from now.
Over and out.
We're going in.
Police!
Put that g*n down!
Keep your hands in sight!
Don't make a bloody move!
- Anyone hurt?
- No.
- Bloody wogs!
- What happened?
I shot them. I keep a g*n
in that chest just in case...
I heard something and...
Then everything went black.
- They were only carrying knives.
- I didn't know that, did I?
Something's not quite right here.
Let's run through the events again.
Sounds like a damn good idea.
Well... The bodies were here.
He can't get around that.
He told us he stood over there.
All right...
There's no bloody way
he stood there.
He stood here. Look.
Here's the right angle for the shot.
Right. We're talking about an ambush.
So what's it supposed to be, damn it?
Coffee and congratulations?
We can't detain a man
who was forced to defend himself
all because of some holes.
You've got to have some moral fibre
in you that says this is wrong!
He shot two mass murderers
in self-defence!
You know he's guilty!
And you know our hands are tied.
He'll stay in custody for 24 hours.
No bloody press conferences!
Listen to me, Kurt!
Are you listening to me?
You wanted me
to be the acting superintendent.
That means that you
have to accept my authority.
Are you listening to me? Kurt!
All right, I'm listening.
You get an hour, then he gets to go.
- An hour?
- An hour.
And keep your temper in check.
All right...
Hello.
- Coffee?
- No, thanks.
Let's get started.
Can you possibly explain
why some criminals would break into
your house armed with knives?
I have no idea.
You do read the papers
and watch TV, don't you?
Then you're aware
of the recent murders?
I've read about them.
Have you wondered
why these crimes took place?
Well, it's a bloody shame that
ordinary folks aren't safe anymore.
So you didn't figure
that it was your turn soon?
- Why should I?
- I was just asking.
Then I'll tell you
the same thing I told your partner.
I've never seen those men before.
I was forced to defend myself.
- Five shots, two were fatal.
- I was lucky.
So you didn't ambush them,
sh**t them in the back?
- Forensic evidence says you did.
- I acted in self-defence.
I stopped a bunch of wogs
that had m*rder*d five Swedes!
Otherwise I'd have been
the next victim on the list.
- So there was a list?
- Figuratively speaking, yes.
But not literally speaking?
Why is it that in Sweden,
the criminals get psychiatric care...
...while the heroes go to gaol?
- So write a book.
You do know
that there's one more, don't you?
- One more what?
- Perpetrator.
In 1980, when you and your brothers-
in-arms fatally abused Saida Aziz
and r*ped her, you tied three boys up.
One of them is still alive,
and he's out there.
You'd better explain
what the hell you're talking about.
He might be reading about you
in the papers as we speak.
Is that why you're so upset?
I stole your thunder and took care
of the job you couldn't manage.
Is that the rub, Wallander? That I'm
on the front page instead of you?
The statute of limitations
runs out in ten months.
Ten long months.
So, see you later, Johan Karlsson.
- Can you show him out?
- With pleasure.
I'm done. He can go.
- Are you satisfied...?
- Sure.
- What about the press conference?
- I was going to ask you...
Fine. I'll do it this evening.
- Are you all right?
- Never been better.
I have a statement for the press.
Johan Karlsson feared for his life
and acted in self-defence.
As is the case in all fatal shootings,
the events will be investigated.
Due to the circumstances, no charges
will be brought against Karlsson,
since he had been subjected
to a seriously threatening situation.
Our official policy is that civilians
should never take the law
into their own hands.
The police is still looking
for Khalid Houari.
He is armed and extremely dangerous.
He is around 1.80 cm tall,
he speaks Swedish,
and he was last seen in Ystad.
We're grateful for any information,
so call our hotline...
We have completed the final exercise
of the year here in Ystad.
The objective of this exercise
was to practice combat
in an urban area.
The operation
has shown the beneficial effects
of coordinating systems within
the framework of the battalion,
mainly the coordinated efforts of
the tank and armoured a*tillery units.
However, in this type of combat
it is vital
that the indirect fire and supply units
know what needs to be done,
and that they are
prepared to fulfil their duties.
During the course of this operation,
these aspects have evolved.
We have the capacity
to deal with this type of combat.
I would like to thank the Ystad
police force for their assistance.
And I would like
to thank the city of Ystad
for making this operation possible.
In conclusion...
You do know that the police all over
Sweden are looking for you?
I didn't k*ll anyone.
I'm going to turn myself in.
You intend
to finish your brothers' job.
No one will believe you. The police
don't have any hard evidence.
Saida, the mother of my cousins,
the woman you k*lled, used to say:
"An eye for an eye
will leave the whole world blind."
Johan!
Khalid! Freeze.
How did you recognize
Olof Wachtmann?
It was that birthmark of his, right?
It's been branded on my mind
for more than 24 years now.
- I'll go with him.
- Okay. Where's Kurt?
I don't know.
He was here just a minute ago.
Hey, mister! Our ball...
Come on, kick it back to us.
Please?
- You can't play soccer in February?
- You can always play soccer.
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