Excuse me,
I think this woman was before you.
WITHDRAWAL
Per, can you come up?
Greger Stehn has arrived.
Greger,
here's your money as promised.
I'd advise you
to think over your decision.
Dogs!
Hello?
Wouldn't you like to know. What?
OK. I'll be there when I'm done. Bye.
The paramedics assumed it was
a heart attack. He was 69, after all.
Only when they found the dogs
did they give him priority.
-Assumed? So it was no heart attack.
-He was suffocated.
His thoracic muscles
were paralysed by botulinum.
One of the most
powerful toxins known.
Wasn't that what
the Americans were after in lraq?
It's classed as
a Weapon of Mass Destruction.
lronically, the West's beauty salons
are the biggest users of botulinum...
...or Botox, as they call it.
-What they use to remove wrinkles.
-Exactly.
They inject tiny doses into the face,
thus paralysing the musculature.
You said that he'd been suffocated.
The normal
course of death on ingestion-
-is that after 10 hours the victim
finds it painful to swallow...
...the face and then the chest
become paralysed...
...causing respiratory problems
and then suffocation after 36 hours.
But that's the normal course.
How was it with Greger Stehn?
The same, but in 30 minutes.
This dog food consists
of virtually nothing but botulinum.
-Hello, Nyberg.
-Hi.
Where did they find him?
He'd clearly staggered down
the steps over to that kennel.
It seems like someone's
been digging round it.
Why waste energy crawling
to some kennels when you're dying?
See what you can find around here.
And check under the kennel.
We have to start somewhere.
-Who found him?
-Louise Selander. A neighbour.
Let's do it.
Kurt Wallander, Ystad Police.
I'm looking for a Louise Selander.
Of course. Third floor, flat 48.
Sorry to disturb you.
Kurt Wallander, Ystad Police.
I'm investigating
the death of Greger Stehn.
-I understand you found him.
-That's right.
-Do you have a moment?
-Come in.
-Coffee?
-Please.
-Cappuccino, latte, macchiato?
-Normal coffee would be fine.
-Make yourself at home.
-Thanks.
-I love living here.
-I can see why.
-Is this Livia?
-Yes.
She was meant to be called Olivia,
but when she arrived, Livia it was.
-Do you have any children?
-Yes, one.
-What's it called?
-Linda.
-Did you help choose the name?
-No, I let my wife do it.
-So you're married?
-Divorced.
You're very handsome. I run
a little agency for skincare products.
You should take more care
of yourself. You work too hard.
Your skin is prematurely ageing.
I wanted to ask about
your relationship with Greger Stehn.
I didn't have one.
Shall we go out to the balcony?
You had no relationship?
So what were you doing there?
I work part-time here
at the corner shop.
We'd run a petition
against his dogs running loose.
I was there to hand it over to him.
To be honest, I'm glad they've gone.
For the kids' sakes if nothing else.
-How many people signed it?
-Pretty much everyone.
That moisturiser would work miracles.
-It's beautiful up here.
-Why, thank you.
-I understand that you like it here.
-We like it very much.
-Have you spoken to Nyberg?
-No.
He's been trying to call you.
They've dug up a fragment
of a bank bag from under the kennels.
So I called the bank
and got put through to a cashier.
She said that Greger had been there
to ask for a new bankbook.
When she explained that
they don't use bankbooks any more...
-...he got angry.
-Angry?
And asked to withdraw
the lot in cash.
Know how much
the old b*stard asked to withdraw?
Twenty million.
-Twenty million.
-Yes.
He owned the land where Soldala
was built. Sold it for 20 million.
-But decided to stay on there.
-20 million. For a lousy sand dune.
-It's crazy.
-No more than eating dog food.
And living in a hovel like that.
Robin, if you take these two bags,
I'll take this... Look, there's Daddy!
"Hello, Daddy!"
-Hi, darling!
-Hi, Dad!
How's your day been? Oh, sorry.
-Can we have lunch on Wednesday?
-Wednesday?
-Sorry, sweetheart.
-I can't, I'm afraid. I've a meeting.
-You had one last Wednesday too.
-I have meetings. I work.
-We hardly see each other.
-We see each other rather a lot.
We're having a nameday party
on Wednesday. So I'll see you there.
Yes...
How did it go with the lobster? Did you
order one? So what's the problem?
Do you have a problem?
Is there anything on your mind?
-I know what you're up to.
-OK. Well?
We said no lies.
Why can't you tell me the truth?
What do you get from them
that you don't get from me?
Affection.
Hi, lads. I'm Stefan, a policeman.
-Are you a real policeman?
-Yes, a real one.
-I'm Levi.
-I'm Robin.
I live up there. It's the biggest flat
if you count the balcony.
Can we see your g*n?
-You can look, but no touching.
-Why not?
-You're too young.
-I'm ten, actually.
Me too, almost.
It's my birthday on Saturday.
Well, in that case...
What did you reckon of Greger Stehn -
the old guy in the house down there?
-I think it's good he died.
-Why's that?
My dad says
that you reap what you sow.
And once, Dad said
that he'd k*ll all the bogeyman's dogs.
-Why?
-They poo everywhere.
Excuse me,
but what are you doing? Well?
-He's a policeman, Mum.
-We're investigating...
You can't interrogate
the boys just like that.
I'm not. This is just routine.
We're talking to the neighbours.
And he let us see and touch his g*n.
Don't be late
for school now, darling.
It's just routine.
Off to school with you.
And thanks for your help!
Stefan Lindman, Ystad Police.
I didn't catch your name...
No?
-Look who's coming!
-Hi there, little man!
-Did it go OK?
-It was just a few hours. You?
The facial was wonderful, as usual.
But I'll never get used to waxing.
And I was persuaded to
have a Brazilian. That was painful!
-Brazilian?
-You know. Tutti frutti. The lot!
Per will be happy at least!
Yes? All he wants to do in bed
is play online poker on his laptop!
-Hi, Barbro!
-Hi!
-Christine!
-Hi!
Hi, sweetie.
- You look great!
It's pretty, isn't it?
I have to rush to the gym. Can you take
Hilma for two hours on Wednesday?
Sure. Of course.
I've got yoga on Wednesday.
Who'll look after Viktor?
I asked first.
You know I have yoga on Wednesdays.
-What are you doing?
-It's a meeting I couldn't change.
It's my free day on Wednesday,
so I can have both.
-Are you sure?
-A godmother's a godmother!
-Thank you.
-That's so sweet. Thank you.
-I have to dash. Bye!
-Bye.
Soldala was completed 2 years ago
and contains 43 flats.
But not any old flats. Sea-views,
cleaning service, spa, pool, gym...
Most of the residents are wealthy, but
some can still hardly make ends meet.
Everything's mortgaged. One day they'll
be caught with their golf pants down!
-What's up?
-No, nothing.
Where do the residents
have their loans?
They all have loans
with the same branch.
The manager, Per Bergdahl,
also lives there.
The same branch Greger used.
So Per Bergdahl knew that his neighbour
had withdrawn the money.
Kurt, Kurt, Kurt...
She's a little young for you,
isn't she?
Louise Selander
dropped this off for you.
I don't know about too young,
but certainly too married.
I'm not done. Can we forget
about the wrinkles a second?
-So what else do you have?
-A suspect. Johan Haartman.
Lives in the penthouse flat.
A plastic surgeon.
Has unlimited access to botulinum.
-And the motive?
-Motive?
20 million was a motive
when I was at the academy...
Run a check on him.
I'll go and see Per Bergdahl.
-And you want a breast enlargement?
-That's right.
They look fine, as far as I can see.
By how much
do you want them enlarged?
I was thinking by one size at least.
Hi! I don't think I caught your name
or if you'd booked an appointment.
You didn't.
I'd like to speak to Johan Haartman.
As do all who come here -
from Paris, Moscow...
-Tell him I want to see him.
-He's fully booked for 6 months.
Really.
Excuse me... Hey! Can you...?
...get rid of the lot,
and if you want a more permanent...
My apologies, Doctor.
It's apparently urgent.
-Hello.
-Stefan Lindman, Ystad Police.
-Johan.
-Do you have a moment?
We're investigating
the m*rder of Greger Stehn.
He died of botulinum poisoning.
Know anything about it? No?
If you're referring to Botox,
which is why I assume you're here...
We keep it in the theatre.
Only our surgeons have access to it.
-You were his neighbour, weren't you.
-Yes, I guess I was.
-Did you know he ate dog food?
-Am I a suspect?
-Did you know that he ate dog food?
-Of course I knew.
-His dogs shat in my hammock.
-Did you poison his dog food?
Do you think I'm mad enough
to m*rder my neighbours with Botox?
There are lots of mad people around.
-Hello. I'm looking for Per Bergdahl.
-He's in his office over there.
How can I help?
Since you live in Soldala,
I daresay you know that Greger...
One second... - What is it?
-It's me. You...
-Excuse me...
-Christine, I'm in a meeting.
-Can't you pick up Levi?
-When?
-Around 4.
-But I've a tennis club board meeting.
-Forget the meeting!
I don't have time.
Can't you just do it?
Sorry. Where were we.
-Greger Stehn.
-That was terrible.
I understand
he was a customer here-
-and withdrew a considerable
sum of money a while ago.
It was completely crazy. We did
what we could to dissuade him.
Who other than you and your staff could
know he took out this money?
No idea.
What other customers
were there at the time?
How could I know who was in here
two weeks ago?
For how long do you keep
the surveillance tapes?
Is that Johan Haartman?
He came to discuss the mess
surrounding the Madeleine clinic.
It's a beauty clinic here in Soldala.
What mess?
Took on too much again. Had to borrow
more to restart the extension work.
Did he get the loan?
With a black mark in the offing,
it would've been negligent.
-In the offing? So none yet.
-No.
But we've just sent him
the last of three mortgage reminders.
If he defaults, it goes to collection
and then he's, as we say, "stuffed".
I've been looking at
the crime scene investigation, and...
Stefan, keep out of my dinner, OK?
Hardly a balanced diet, is it?
Have you lost weight?
Good. It shows, eh?
So, shall we bring in Johan Haartman?
It wouldn't hurt to spend time
discussing other options.
Options?
We only have one suspect.
-What've you got against such people?
-Nothing. Not a damn thing.
-Good.
-What the hell do you mean?
I mean that your prejudices
stop you seeing the whole picture.
-I don't think it's Haartman.
-Based on what? Intuition?
Partly...
I don't give a toss that
Haartman's an arrogant little sh*t...
Linda. Why do you think it's not him?
The crime scene.
It's too great a risk...
...to dig up the money
with the victim only a few feet away.
Wouldn't you hide the body first?
Maybe he gets
a kick out of taking risks.
Risk-takers don't get kicks
from acting like idiots.
Calm down and listen.
Haartman was in the bank the same
day Greger took out his money.
And he's
in serious financial difficulties.
No matter how you look at it,
Haartman's our main lead.
I want you to keep a close eye on him.
I'll talk to his wife
first thing tomorrow.
-And me? What'll I do?
-You'll come with me.
-First thing tomorrow?
-Yes.
-Hi, guys! How's it going?
-Hi!
Can we see your g*n again?
-You've never got to see my g*n!
-Oh, no. That's right.
Excuse me, do you know of
a Barbro Haartman living here?
-Who wants to know?
-The Ystad Police do. Kurt Wallander.
Barbro Haartman.
Oh, you're her. I see.
I'm in a bit of a hurry.
I'm late for my LC appointment...
-Your...?
-Life Coach.
-Can we talk another time?
-This won't take long.
You live in the top flat?
High rent, I'd imagine.
If it's our financial situation
you're interested in, talk to Johan.
-Was that all?
-I'll just... Excuse me.
-Yes? Kurt here.
-Johan has just left the clinic.
Follow him.
Sorry about being so unfriendly, but
I had to dash off to my Life Coach.
And Louise
could only babysit until 2 o'clock...
-Louise? Is that Louise Selander?
-She's my daughter's godmother.
But...
I'd be pleased to help you
at a proper interrogation.
Well, maybe I'll call you.
-I'll be in touch. Goodbye.
-Have a nice day.
I wonder if it's her LC
she's off to see.
-LC?
-Life Coach.
What the hell's she stopped there for?
What's she up to?
What room is Johan Haartman in?
I'm sorry, but I can't...
I'm sorry, but we can't give out
our guests' room numbers.
Isn't that Christine Bergdahl?
Call Linda!
-Room 216.
-Linda?
Stefan here.
-Johan Haartman. Is he at the hotel?
-Yes. How did you know?
-It's him she's off to meet.
-Who?
Christine Bergdahl.
The woman in the pink jacket.
-Follow her.
-OK.
Christ, now she's on her way in too.
Follow her.
Hi, darling.
What's wrong?
-...I want to end it.
-You could say why.
I told you, my career's more important.
Career? You're doing very well
for yourself, thank you very much!
-Are they both in there?
-Yes.
You're out of your bloody mind!
So you can just f*ck off!
Stefan, it's over for Christ's sake.
Hello, Christine.
-Have you moved the yoga?
-No.
Was it nice?
I'm not feeling too good, Barbro, so...
So I can see.
Didn't he want to play any more?
Johan...
For you know that's what he's doing.
He's playing.
You're just his little plaything.
Know how quickly he gets bored?
How quickly he'll swap you for another?
Like that!
-How should I know? He dumped her.
-Yes, but why?
Why did he end the affair?
What did she say? How did she react?
-I didn't hear.
-Me neither.
What were you doing?
Why end a relationship?
-Exactly. Why end a relationship?
-I just know why mine end.
Let's bring him in and ask him.
It'll be fun to see him sweat.
He dumped her, not k*lled her.
Sometimes pushing
one sore spot can lead you to another.
Stefan's right. His life's starting to
fall apart and we can speed things up.
So our job is to ruin his marriage?
I'd be happy to go
and talk to the plastic surgeon.
No, Stefan.
Tonight it's my turn to wind him up.
So, sweetheart...
Now let's toast
the little sleeping nameday girl!
-Do you have enough there, Robin?
-I'm fine.
OK, then darling.
Congratulations Hilma! Cheers!
- Cheers, darling.
-Hi.
-Hi. - Mum, it's the police!
-Have you found the k*ller?
-Not quite yet.
-I thought we were done.
-Yes, right.
-Is Johan home?
-It's not a good time, we're eating.
-Can I come in for a second?
-Sure! Come in!
-What are you celebrating?
-My little sister's nameday.
But she's sleeping.
Hello, Kurt Wallander.
I'm sorry to have to intrude, but it's
about the m*rder of Greger Stehn.
Your colleague interrupted an operation
yesterday. It was a bit awkward.
And now we're having a little party.
Can't it wait till tomorrow?
I'm afraid not.
We understand that you have a job
to do, but I've finished for the day.
Is there anything more to add?
You are suspected of murdering your
neighbour and his dogs with botulinum.
Is this a joke?
Answer my questions or I'll have to ask
you to accompany me to the station.
Robin, go to your room.
-Why?
-Go to you room, I said!
-Did you have a problem with the dogs?
-Not that I recall.
-What do you say, darling?
-Well, we're not exactly dog-lovers.
It's not as if we love running around
putting dog sh*t into little bags.
Nor do we think it's nice for dogs
to attack and bite babies.
But we're not murderers.
But you apparently said
that you wanted to k*ll the dogs.
Maybe I did. But you happen to be
investigating Greger's death.
Shall we talk about
his millions instead?
-What millions?
-The money you saw him withdraw.
When you had
your loan rejected by Per Bergdahl.
Do you seriously think
I'm mad enough to k*ll my neighbour-
-with a drug only I have access to?
Perhaps not. But rest assured
that we'll be watching you.
You won't be able to spend
a penny of those millions.
For every golf ball you buy,
we'll be there checking what it costs.
And every night in a hotel
will be registered.
I'm sorry to have disturbed you.
Thanks.
Hello! Fancy a game of football?
Robin?
Hello? Anyone there?
Robin?
Barbro?
Back already?
-Robin didn't want to play football.
-What? He loves playing football!
Come in!
Hello!
-Hi.
-Hi.
He's just eaten...
...and he's wearing a clean nappy.
So he should drop off soon.
-Where are you off to?
-Into town to look at a pair of shoes.
I'll be back in a couple of hours.
Maybe Viktor and I
could come along too as style advisers.
That'd be lovely,
but I think it best you stay here.
And Levi's at home. He was going to
play with Robin but changed his mind.
-Why?
-You'll have to ask him.
Bye bye, sweetheart!
I've had a Brazilian done.
Ow!
-Bye.
-Bye.
Levi, is everything all right?
It's Louise.
Do you want a game of "Memory"?
-You love playing "Memory".
-Get lost. You're not my mum.
No, I know...
Hi. The jacuzzi's broken down again.
Not again. OK, thanks.
Aren't you going to eat, Levi?
-Can I get down?
-You haven't touched your food.
It's OK, you can leave the table.
But then we'll do
the party invitations, OK?
And take that hat off.
He's been like that since this morning.
Since he was at Robin's.
That explains it.
Does it?
He's not the only one to come out
of the Haartmans acting strange.
-And what are you insinuating?
-Don't get so worked up. Calm down.
I am calm. Really bloody calm.
What are you doing?
That's great!
What's this?
Is this that video game you're playing?
These are great!
-Why haven't you made one for Robin?
-Because I'm not inviting him.
What's happened
between you and Robin?
He's your best friend.
Of course he's coming.
I just don't get it.
I don't get it at all.
-He couldn't come anyway.
-Couldn't come? Of course he can.
-He can't now, anyway.
-Has Barbro said so?
I'm going to call them and sort this
out once and for all. This is stupid.
There's no point.
Hilma can't answer the phone.
Why would Hilma answer?
All the others are dead.
-What was that you said?
-Dead. Are you deaf?
What are you talking about? Dead?
Something's not right.
-What's not right?
-The rubber gloves.
You don't wear rubber gloves
when you empty the dishwasher.
Possibly when
you're loading it with dirty dishes...
...which is probably
what she was doing when she died.
And the shards of plate look arranged.
So someone ran the dishwasher,
and then arranged the broken pieces.
-They wanted to hide the poisoned food.
-What were they going to eat?
A nice dinner. Champagne, candles...
I'm off to the Bergdahls.
Linda here. Hi.
Jealousy?
So you intend to bring in Per Bergdahl.
You'll have to send Svartman. I'm off
to tell Louise Selander about Hilma.
After all she is her godmother.
Good. We'll be in touch. Bye.
There are no signs of poisoning.
But now Levi must get some rest.
Come, let's get you to bed.
Levi, can I ask you something?
Apart from
all the terrible things you saw...
...was there anything that struck you,
something strange...
-Were you in every room?
-Didn't you hear? Leave him alone.
-Come on.
-Bye.
Now that we're alone,
I have some questions I'd like to ask.
What is your relationship
with Johan Haartman?
Why do you think
I'm having an affair with...
We were having an affair
until yesterday afternoon.
-So what happened?
-He ended it.
Barbro obviously knew, and...
I don't know.
Does Per know about it too?
I don't think so.
Well, I hope he doesn't.
He has a temper on him.
I love my husband. I really do.
He's good to me, and the kids
couldn't have a better father.
But I have my...needs.
Should the kids have
to come from a broken home...
...and be passed around every second
week simply because I have needs?
Your private life is your business.
What interests me...
...is whether Per
knows about your affair.
But you don't think that Per...?
-Can I help you?
-We'd like you to come to the station.
Why?
Excuse me, but what are you doing?
I'd like you to come down
to the station for a chat.
-Am I under arrest?
-No. I just want a chat.
And we'd best have it at the station.
What the hell's your game?
What story have you made up now?
Per, go. It's just a chat.
What the hell is this?
I know what you and Johan are up to!
-Let me go!
-Take it easy.
-Hi.
-Hi. Sorry I'm calling so late.
I was up anyway.
Has something happened?
-Can I come in?
-Of course.
That's good. Do that. I'm on my way.
We're sending over a forensic team.
I hope it's not a problem.
Thanks for staying.
It was nice to talk.
Have you heard if Hilma's OK?
They're keeping her overnight,
so we'll know tomorrow.
Have you spoken to Louise?
She'll take care of her.
Linda's there now
explaining things to her.
But godparents aren't always able to.
Not when they have babies of their own.
That's not the case with Louise.
How she's longed for kids
since Livia died.
Died? You mean she's not alive?
No. Livia was a cot-death baby.
It was terrible.
But she's taken it amazingly well.
What's more,
Gunnar left her for a younger woman.
-So Louise lives alone?
-Yes.
It looks like the Haartman family has
suffered the same fate as Greger.
Good god, what's happening?
Hilma survived.
-Where is she now?
-At the hospital.
-Did they have any relatives?
-Barbro's family died some years ago.
And Johan broke with his.
You're her godmother. So I thought you
could collect her from the hospital.
Yes, I can do that. Of course I can.
I'm sorry, but I have just one or two
more questions. Is that OK?
You had a baby
that died a cot death, didn't you.
Yes.
-You didn't say anything.
-No...
When I was here last, the baby,
Livia...
I thought she was your daughter,
so I assumed you had a partner too.
-I was totally on the wrong track.
-Yes.
I didn't mean to confuse you, but...
Livia died a cot death a few years ago-
-and the doctors
couldn't find an explanation.
And... - No, don't.
I'd really been looking forward
to being a mum.
I'd kept her baby clothes for years.
So when Hilma and Viktor come over,
they get to borrow them.
There's nothing wrong with that,
is there?
Would you like to see a photo of her?
Yes, I'd like to.
There she is. She's lovely, isn't she.
I think of her as sleeping.
She looks asleep.
My baby...
I feel she's here with me...
Already? I've only waited over 5 hours.
Let's get going. - Interview with
Per Bergdahl, 9 February.
The time is 8.45,
present Kurt Wallander.
First I'd like to hear about your
relationship with Johan Haartman.
-I had no relationship with him.
-No relationship with your neighbour.
We had a...
He came to the bank.
We had a customer-bank relationship.
What kind of relationship
did your wife have with him?
I love my wife.
Do you beat her?
-Is that what she says?
-Do you beat her?
I tell you I love my wife.
Can you explain this?
-We found it in your bin.
-What is it?
A notification slip from the bank,
addressed to Johan Haartman...
Torn up.
I didn't know what the hell to do.
I hate that b*stard!
He was screwing my wife
and I didn't know what to do!
All I could think of
was to make him bankrupt.
But I didn't k*ll him!
OK. Let's call it a day.
Interview terminated.
Thank you.
All the victims
were poisoned with botulinum.
So we're looking at the same k*ller.
In Greger's case, it was a matter
of 20 million. But the Haartmans?
Why poison them?
Maybe Johan found out
and was blackmailing him.
Both times
the k*ller returned to the scene.
In Greger's case to dig up the money
and remove all traces of the food-
-and in the Haartmans' case
to clean up the poisoned meal.
The Haartmans' food and the dog food
can be linked to the k*ller. How?
The autopsy will tell us
what they had for dinner.
We should also go through
all the bank's surveillance tapes.
At least a week back
from Greger's withdrawal.
I'll put Nyberg onto it.
- But wait. The motives?
What was the motive
in the Haartmans' case?
Something's not right.
Why did the Haartmans die?
Hi, Eva. Can I just ask you something?
Was there anything you reacted to when
you examined the baby. Nothing?
Actually, yes.
Her nappy was dry.
I'm no expert, but isn't it unusual for
a baby to stay dry for over 24 hours?
Yes, it's unusual.
Hi. If I can have your lD, we can sort
the paperwork and you can go home.
-So she's OK?
-All her readings were fine.
Thank you.
Hi.
OK, that's that.
Call us if you need anything.
-Thanks.
-Thanks. Bye.
Louise? Louise!
Louise...
-You forgot this.
-Thanks.
-Hi, Stefan. Kurt here.
-Hi.
Go and get Levi
and take him back to the m*rder scene.
-Will he be able to handle it?
-He'll have to. It's our only chance.
He might have seen something.
Per's sleeping.
I don't want to wake him.
-It's Levi. I want him to come back...
-Back?
Back to the flat.
He'll never handle it.
He can be scarred for life.
-Who'll take responsibility for that?
-I will.
Hi there!
Hi.
How's it going?
-What's that you're playing?
-MediEvil.
Cool!
"Football Party". - That's right,
it's your birthday tomorrow.
Hey! There's no invitation for me!
-Would you want to come?
-Sure thing.
Who'd want to miss a football party!
If I can come, that is.
-Sure.
-Really?
Levi...?
-I need you to help me with something.
-What?
I'll explain on the way. Come on.
Hey, piggy-wiggy!
What a pretty baby you are!
Little piggy-wiggy.
What's up?
-Can we play some football first?
-Sure.
Almost!
Where are they off to?
That boy will get something
to keep his mouth shut. Yes he will.
OK, Levi. It'll feel better afterwards.
If you want to go home, we will.
OK? Good.
Levi, I'd like you to walk around...
...taking a very close look
to see if anything seems different-
-to when you were last here. If you
find anything, let me know at once.
OK. Take your time.
Johan was lying here.
There was a nappy there...
all scrunched up.
It felt as if
there was someone else in the room.
-Where?
-There, behind the door.
You didn't see who it was?
I didn't have time to look.
I ran away because I was scared.
Good boy, Levi. Thanks.
I'll take you home.
Louise! Not working today?
- And little Hilma. She's so pretty.
Can you take her a second?
I need the toilet.
I'd love to.
Sure, I'll talk to Kurt. Bye.
Linda wants us to
call your contact at social services.
-Social services?
-She's worried about Hilma.
She doesn't think Louise
can care for her properly.
She hasn't got over
the death of her own baby.
Well, I'll be.
Linda was right all along.
She knew intuitively
that we were after the wrong person.
-What are you talking about?
-Calm down. It's Louise Selander!
She dug up the money
just yards from Greger's dead body.
She's not ruthless...
She doesn't know what she's doing!
Just like in the Haartmans' case.
Everything points to someone who
doesn't know what they're doing.
Who other than her would return to
the scene and change Hilma's nappy?
She's sick, for Christ's sake. Sick!
Jesus Christ.
BERGDAHL
What do you say, Livia?
Shall we go for a walk by the sea?
-Come on.
-What is it now?
What are you doing? What is this?
We'll take care of this.
Let me go!
Who's going to take care of Hilma?
I will.
-Get off!.
-Come on, in you get.
Am I under arrest?
Do you suspect me of something?
-Well?
-She's a tough one.
-We have 24 hours to get a confession.
-So where do we start?
By checking out
her financial situation-
-and seeing if there's a link
between her and Stehn.
-Hi, Mona. I've ordered a cake.
-That's right. Bergdahl.
Christ.
-How's it going? Found her?
-It's going.
I've checked her finances.
She pays off debts with fresh loans.
She doesn't have a penny.
That's just what my bank advised.
You can't just go into a bank
and take out 20 million.
This isn't what he's doing here.
He's going on about his bankbook.
He's demanding his money in cash,
this is the day before...
Rewind the tape.
-Rewind it!
-I am!
-Look, there. See?
-What?
That frame. Make it a bit sharper...
-Yes!
-Christ.
That's when
she heard about the money.
Got her!
Here it is!
Oh, how lovely! Levi will be so happy!
Nice.
Thanks. Good bye.
-Here's your cappuccino.
-Thanks.
You clumsy idiot,
can't you even manage a cup of coffee?
-Sorry.
-Go and get another. I'll clear up.
Sorry, Louise. I'll clear this mess up.
It's 9 February, 10.42 pm. This is the
first interview with Louise Selander.
Officer present, Stefan Lindman.
What about Wallander?
He's getting your coffee.
Was I good?
I though we could have
a chat in the meantime.
Was it you that poisoned
Greger Stehn and the Haartmans?
It's a tape.
It won't record you shaking your head.
Yes or no. Did you poison
Greger Stehn and the Haartmans?
-No! No... I'm totally innocent.
-Really.
-Anything else is ridiculous.
-Ridiculous?
Ridiculous!
I was looking
at your bank statements...
They've found a receipt-
-showing that the Haartmans
bought the lobster at the corner shop.
Text Stefan.
How can you afford to stay in
that flat? Planning to win the lottery?
Or did you find out that Stehn
was going to withdraw 20 million?
What 20 million?
-Are you denying you were in the bank?
-No. No!
But I deny that I knew about
any money he might have had.
The corner shop sold
the lobster to the Haartmans.
Maybe you should make a house call.
See what you can find.
-Have we got a warrant?
-No. But we've got a picklock.
Do you know what the Haartmans
ate for dinner that evening?
-How could I know that?
-You sold them the bloody lobster!
That's right.
-You remember now?
-I think so. Yes, I do.
-And dog food to Greger Stehn?
-No, I've not sold any dog food.
We know you were at the till
the day he bought the dog food.
-Remember?
-Yes, I remember.
-When was that confirmed?
-It hasn't been. Not yet, anyway.
I'll be off.
He's doing a good job, Stefan.
The lobster to Barbro Haartman,
and the dog food to Greger Stehn.
Everyone dies of poisoning.
Isn't it a rather unusual coincidence?
Unusual? Total eclipses are unusual.
And yet they happen now and again.
Hello! Welcome everyone!
Levi's up here.
A real policeman?
You can put the presents on the table.
-His name's Stefan.
-Liar.
-Mum, isn't a real policeman coming?
-Yes, yes. Now go and sit down.
Wait! I've got a seating plan.
Levi, Julia... Good.
Is everyone sitting
where they should be? - Here, darling.
Right. Good. So, everything's perfect.
She'll have to undergo psychiatric
tests after her confession.
A confession
means bugger all in this case!
It means a great deal. Now go and
interview her. Push all her weak spots.
No pussyfooting. Give it to her.
She's sick! She'll be written off.
Do you know what you're saying?
You're telling me to go in and kick
someone who's already down. Why?
Because I need a confession.
It's not our concern if she's sick.
-Bollocks!
-Our job is to interview her.
I want you to start,
and then I'll finish it off. Do it.
f*cking hell!
-Hi.
-Hi.
It's 10 February, 10.36 am. This is the
second interview with Louise Selander.
Officer present, Linda Wallander.
And I'd like to talk to you
about your ballet dancing.
You spent
a lot of your childhood doing ballet.
And then you suddenly gave up.
Why did you do that?
I guess I got bored.
From what I understand,
you got thrown out.
You just weren't very good.
-I practised more than anyone else.
-It wasn't enough.
-No.
-You were a total failure. Picked on.
Who are we talking about now?
Do you remember her?
Fat. Bloody disgusting. Ugly as sh*t.
I would've picked on her.
Wouldn't you agree?
You've been in my flat.
It's the bank's flat.
You've been in my home,
poking around my things.
Where I found a very damaged person.
-Is it OK if I go off for an hour.
-Sure, of course.
-See you later.
-Yes.
Now I'd like to talk to Kurt.
He's your dad, right?
Yes, he's my dad.
...happy birthday dear Levi
happy birthday to you.
Let's hear it for Levi!
-Would you like some cake now?
-Yes!
-No!
-What is it?
-Not until Stefan's here.
-But he might not be able to come.
He's coming. He promised.
Stefan Lindman, Ystad Police.
-Hi!
-Happy birthday.
-May I sit here?
-Sure, sit down.
Good. Can we begin now?
-Can I start?
-Of course. It's your birthday!
-Or else you can start.
-No, you're the birthday boy.
Oh! No problem. I'll get a cloth.
I almost feel sorry for her.
-She hates herself and everyone else.
-Except Hilma.
But love for a baby is something else.
It's not our job any more.
She needs psychiatric help.
I'll just take this. - Yes?
Levi's been poisoned. He's on his
way to hospital. It was the cake.
-No one else had any, so they're OK.
-I'll call you back.
That was Stefan. Levi's in hospital.
That sick cow has poisoned him too!
-Hi, Louise.
-Hi.
Here's your cappuccino.
Hope you like it.
-How are you?
-I'm tired.
-Has it been tough?
-Yes.
-I'd like something to eat too.
-Of course.
I don't know what we have.
I'll have a look in the fridge.
-Thanks.
-Hang on.
This is all we can offer. Here you are.
What is it?
Don't you like cakes?
You recognise it
as Levi's cake, don't you.
You found out it was his birthday...
...but what you didn't find out about
was his gluten allergy.
So he didn't have any cake,
and he's alive.
But others had some.
My colleague, some of Levi's friends,
Per and Christine.
And Viktor and baby Hilma.
-Hilma?
-Yes.
What was she doing there?
We decided
it was a suitable place for Hilma-
-since she knew the family.
So now... So she's dead now, is she?
Is she dead? Is she?
Hilma died an hour ago.
Give it to me. Give it to me!
Not before you tell me
what you did with the money.
It's hidden in the staff room.
Did you m*rder Greger Stehn?
Yes. Give me the cake.
Was it you that k*lled the Haartmans?
Yes.
Why is nothing happening?
Why is nothing happening?
Why is nothing happening?
You b*stard, you tricked me!
You tricked me...
Where's my mum?
She's on her way.
How are you feeling?
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