I was around 9 years old. It was when Matte Lindell moved away.
I thought hard about a present, and decided on the tin soldiers.
I knew he liked them. But by the time I'd gone over with them...
...he'd already moved.
I never got the chance to show him I wanted to be his friend.
I'm always late... generally speaking.
We neversaid that! No way.
No, I didn't know. I want no more to do with it!
I wouldn't bloody threaten me if I were you.
Because I'm a lawyer!
- Dad, what's going on? - She's gone too farthis time.
- You must let me help. - You stay out of this!
- But you must want to live with me. - I do, I've already said so.
Three weeks ago when you were drunk.
My train's leaving soon. Let's talk about it when I get home.
- Anyway, good luck. - It's just... We'll take it later.
My relationships never seem to work. I'm just scared it'll happen again.
Don't get lost. It's going to get foggy.
Hey! Help!
Unfortunately, it's rarely like that.
Modern police work is often very routine.
Gathering facts forthe prosecutor so he or she can do a good job.
What about car chases?
I admit that when I started this job-
- I dreamt of being Steve McQueen in Bullitt, if anyone's seen it.
But I turned out more like Cannon...
Joking aside... Terrible things happen to people all the time.
Very often as the result of a crime. Believe you me - you're needed.
THE MAN WHO SMILED
I'll have another.
...sponsored by a sewing machine manufacturer.
Elvis's managerwanted him to sing Christmas songs...
...but luckily that didn't happen. Here's ourclosing number.
Could you turn it down?
Thanks.
- Sometimes the noise gets too much. - Sometimes? Always, I say!
It's as if the world has ceased to exist if it's not shown on telly.
Excuse me, another glass of white wine perhaps?
This is vodka and lemonade. Is that OK, or is it too expensive?
- No, it's still Happy Hour, isn't it? - Guess so... I'm Annika.
Hi. Kurt.
A vodka and lemonade.
Thanks.
- You're not from Stockholm? - I'm just here forthe day. Or night.
- I'm off home tomorrow. - Where's home?
- Ystad. - Ystad? Do you like it there?
If I didn't, I couldn't blame Ystad!
- What would you blame? - Nothing. Myself, in that case.
Cheers.
So you've no boring job or nagging wife to blame?
I'm afraid not.
I've a girlfriend, but she's blameless.
- No one's blameless. - What do you mean?
Nothing, I'm sure she's really sweet.
- We haven't moved in together yet. - Why not?
- Inquisitive thing, aren't you?! - Well...
I guess I'm not that easy to live with.
So, you're one of those self_pitiers. You don't think you deserve her.
What you need is sex.
Come on... What are you like?
Would you like another? - Can we have a refill?
What the hell am I doing?
- Was it that bad? - No, no...
- It's just me being a total idiot. - See, I was right. A self_pitier.
It's not you. You're really nice. It's just...
It's OK. Maybe I'll have time for one more.
- What do you mean? - Can I use your shower?
- What do you mean, "one more"? - Come on.
You wanted something with no strings attached.
What are you talking about?
You seemed reliable. Otherwise I'd have asked for the money first.
- You want paying? - Do you work for free? SKr 4,000.
- How the hell was I supposed to... - You can't be that stupid!
Bloody whore, I'm a cop. Yes, a cop! I could arrest you at any time.
A clever way to get a free shag. Play dumb and then produce that!
- Take your clothes and get out. - My shoes!
They're Prada shoes! They cost SKr 8,000. Fucking pig!
Here. Piss off.
...talk to Anita, and we'll see if we can book a suitable time.
You listening? It's the Police Board's idea, not mine.
Sure.
Take this computer course-
- and you'll be able to use the same system as the rest of us.
- Wasn't I on a course last year? - That was before we were updated.
This system is brand new.
Kurt, you've a visitor. Sten Torstensson.
- What does he want? - Don't know.
His father's just died in a car crash, maybe it's to do with that.
Sten...
It's been ages. I just heard...
I'm sorry. Really sorry.
How are things?
- I need your help. - Of course. Anything.
Dad and the crash. Something's not right.
- What do you mean? - It can't have been an accident.
- Why do you think that? - Let me show you the crash site...
- I haven't really got time... - I'm begging you.
If it was an animal, there should be skid marks on the asphalt-
- or a carcass, blood... But they found nothing.
The animal might've made it across.
Your dad swerved and didn't brake in time. He could've nodded off...
- It could be anything. - Why wasn't he wearing his seatbelt?
- I don't know. - He always went on about seatbelts.
He was even in a safety campaign.
There's no way he would've driven without it.
Of course...
- Sten... - I don't know, I don't know...
- You'll at least have a whisky? - No, thanks.
We can go out one evening if you need to talk.
We think we have command of our lives. But we don't.
- Sten... Is something up? - How do you mean?
Something you're not telling me.
I wish I could give you that one secret, but I can't.
I've got to be getting back...
- Thanks for yourtime. - Call me whenever you want.
Take this... I've got a new mobile number.
Thanks. I'll show you out.
- We should go sailing some time. - That'd be nice.
Christ, I thought someone was there.
Dad's treasure chamber.
Dad travelled a lot in the 70s and 80s. The world over.
He found these items in South America and started a collection.
There was another figurine in that stand.
- They were a pair - a man and wife. - Maybe he sold it.
No, he'd never do that. It was invaluable.
That's just what my dad said of his coin collection.
Then one day he sold it.
One can never be sure what one's parents are up to... Sten.
You need to grieve. Then you must move on.
- Well? - What?
- Shall we tell her? - Tell her what?
- We're talking of living together. - Great!
Why haven't you said anything to me?
I'm the one doing the talking. I want to get him used to the idea.
Do you think a normal person can live with your dad?
Get out while you can.
I know.
- Get your hand off me! - Relax!
I feel it in my bones too, but what the hell. You only live once!
I've got to go to the loo.
Hell, it's as if I don't want to be happy.
"My only succor is my sorrow." Who said that?
Some poem somewhere...
The only things I care about are worthless things.
Don't lose her, Dad.
- What? - Don't lose her.
How could you grow up so quickly?
It happened while you were at work.
I know. I'm sorry. You're right.
- I need your help with something. - What is it?
- Maja mustn't come back with us. - Why not?
So that we can... Can't you say to her that we want to be alone?
- Did you muck Mum about like this? - No. At least not like this.
I need time to think.
- Answer it. It might be important. - They can leave a message.
Look, can't you say that to her?
Sorry - what a queue!
- Hasn't a taxi come by yet? - No...
Maja, don't take this personally...
...but me and Dad don't get to talk that much...
...so I thought we could be on our own tonight. - Eh, Dad?
It was some time ago.
Sure...
If you'd like me to call back, leave a message afterthe tone.
Hi, Kurt, it's Sten. I guess I need to talk to you after all.
I'm in a spot of trouble.
Dear Dad Thanks for last night. It was nice.
- Hi. What's up? - Why don't you answer your phone?
- Have you called? - Several times.
I had a few whiskies.
How much did you drink? This was a new bottle.
Linda was here, wasn't she.
Sten Torstensson was murdered last night.
What the hell?
- Hi. Who found him? - His secretary, Berta Dunér.
Would you like a drink?
- Is it in there? - Don't go in if you're hung over...
I know it's hard, but I have to ask some questions. Mrs Dunér...
Check with the neighbours. They might have heard something.
It seems to be some sort of vendetta.
A bullet in each eye means he saw too much. What do you say?
Well?
We'll do the rounds first. - How are you, Kurt?
I met him yesterday. His dad died in a car crash the other day.
- Really? - That car accident outside Asarp.
Sten didn't think it was an accident.
- No? - He didn't want to say more...
I need some air...
3 new messages.
Linda and me are here in the restaurant waiting for you.
Hi, urt, it's Sten.
I guess I need to talk to you after all.
I'm in a spot of trouble.
Message received yesterday...
The murderer hung up himself.
- What kind of person does this? - Eastern practice, I'd say.
- He spoke English. - Maybe his Russian was rusty.
Why do you always think it's the Russian mafia?
I just talked to a colleague in Malmo-
- and he told me Torstensson was on their records.
- I said you'd call by. - Malmö?
You coming? I'll just call the morgue first.
- The autopsy won't be ready yet. - I want them to check his father.
Sten could've been right. Maybe it was no accident. See you.
Sorry we're late.
Lisa wanted some info on Sten Torstensson. He was a busy man.
Here's a list of dodgy companies for which he was a director or advisor.
- What? - Read it.
We've been watching him for 4 years.
Are you sure? Maybe he didn't know about their illegal activities.
In which case he was completely stupid.
It's all there. Of course he knew.
He pocketed a nice million, every year.
"Fuck the Government - and the whole system!"
A little bonus.
These two Lithuanians figure in a dozen of the companies. And...
...they're the prime suspects in the murder of a Norwegian businessman.
Here he is. A bullet in each eye.
Are we good or are we good?
Bloody fools. How old were they? 25?
Acted as if they owned the world.
- Hey, I'm talking to you! - How could Sten have got involved?
You go around thinking you know someone...
What the hell...
Wallander...
They're prohibiting us?! We're the police! We do the prohibiting!
They're barristers. We can't look at his files until they're done.
- Get anything from the CID? - Heard of Radov and Johari?
- Backs in the Soviet hockey squad? - Maybe. Until they took up execution!
Kurt, please...
The client has rights, even if his lawyer has died.
- All information is confidential. - But we're dealing with murder here.
- It might be crucial to the case. - Then apply for a warrant.
- But even then you won't get past us. - Thanks for your help.
What did I tell you?
Why must they be so damn small... - Wallander.
Rasmusson here.
I've checked out that car crash again. I don't know, it's just...
...something's not right. - What do you mean?
He went through the windscreen forehead first.
But I've found a strange contusion on the back of his head.
It's as if it was inflicted at a different time.
- But I can't be sure. - O, thanks.
There's food in the freezer. OK? Bye.
- Where's Maja? - She's interviewing Dunér.
We're taking it in turns as she's so distraught.
I asked Telia for a list of all calls made by the lawers' office recently.
- Did it give anything? - Maybe.
Father and son had different interests.
The father only rang his 4 clients. Sten on the other hand...
...he wasn't as lonely as you might think.
I got hold of some of his "partners". They'll be questioned here tomorrow.
Who are they?
"Independent entrepreneurs". So get your tie on, it might be something.
Let's try to sum up. I promised Lisa something before we go home.
- The Lithuanians are a good lead. - I know, but it's too simple.
Too neat.
We've a murdered lawyer. Two days earlier, his father dies in a crash.
Also a lawyer. Possibly murdered too.
Only you think that. The medical examiner wasn't certain.
A car crash. An execution. Isn't this exactly what you'd do-
- to make two murders seem unrelated?
In that case all murders are related!
Me and Sten were talking. He didn't think it was an accident.
It was like he was holding back.
- I didn't realise you were so close. - We weren't.
We spent a lot of time together when he helped me with my divorce.
I liked him.
- Maja here. - Hi, it's me.
Hi!
- What are you up to? - Eating. Alone. You?
I'm on my way home.
We had a good talk with the CID. They gave us the Lithuanians.
So I heard.
How did it go with that Dunér woman?
She's got nothing much to say. We can talk about it tomorrow.
It'd be nice to discuss other things than work some time.
- Or maybe you don't want to. - Of course.
But not right now.
Or tomorrow, or next week, but later. Right?
Maja, I...
Come over if you want, there's food. Where are you?
I'm almost home...
Can we take it tomorrow? I'm tired.
Sure, sure...
- Sleep well. - Sleep well.
- Kurt? - Yes?
Is it that you want to finish with me, but don't dare say so?
Definitely not.
It would've felt better if you'd said something more there.
Topsy? Topsy?
Here, pussy... Dinnertime!
Thanks for coming...
Angela... Jackie... and Annika.
We'd like to know a little about your relations with Sten Torstensson.
We can start with Angela, you two can wait in the canteen.
It's in there. - You can come with me.
- What is it? - Martinsson is beside himself.
He's interviewing three high_class tarts from Stockholm.
He even blushed, the swine!
- Is it them? - Yes.
Sten had sex twice a week with one of them.
Hence all that extra money. Anyway, they're worth checking out.
If you have no family orfriends you have to confide in someone.
- How's it going? - We've three big_city tarts visiting!
- Come, I'll tell you what we've got. - You coming?
I'll check out Gustav Torstensson and his client.
- Still on that lead? - Yup.
Maja, fancy coming along?
Sure. I'll come as soon as I'm done.
- Hi! - Hi.
Maja, I told you I destroy everything I touch.
I don't let anything living into my life-
- only those that demand nothing of me.
Dead, murdered, hunted... whoever.
Just as long as I don't need to feel anything.
What's up with you?
- What do you mean? - You seem so hyper.
Do I?
Yes, you do.
I need to talk.
- What is it? - Open the glove compartment.
They're to my flat - if you still want them.
You're impossible.
Just when I think I know the score, you throw a bridge over to me.
- Do you do this deliberately? - No...
- Sorry... - Stop apologising.
Love me instead.
I do.
For God's sake, I do.
The others say you were Sten's favourite.
I'm everyone's favourite.
- Did he ever say he felt threatened? - I'll say it again...
Sten confided in me. I don't intend to betray him just because he's dead.
Want to see what he looks like?!
- Cool it. - Why?
I think that Little Miss lmportant knows something that can help us.
Then you'll have to ask more politely than that. - Can I go? Thanks.
Thanks for your help.
- Can't we walk down instead? - Maybe it's there. What do you think?
Hello!
- Hi, Alfred Harderberg. - Kurt Wallander, Ystad Police.
- My colleague, Maja Thysell. - Good of you to see us.
I heard about Gustav's son. Terrible. Do you have any leads?
- No. - It's too early to say anything.
- Did you know Sten? - Not really. We met a few years back.
I was surprised to hearthat Gustav Torstensson was your lawyer.
- Why's that? - A huge business must be able to...
...get top international briefs? Sure. But they're so dull to talk to.
I'm going your way, let's talk as we go.
- When did you last talk to Gustav? - A few months ago I guess.
We didn't have much joint business so we lost contact.
Which of your businesses did he take care of?
Most of my Swedish projects and some of my smallerforeign ones.
- Do you... have time? - For what?
Come with me.
First, there's my apple schnapps. A Swedish Calvados.
You're two of the first people to sample it. Here...
Kurt's the one driving, so...
Let me see...
- No, thanks. - You're the law. Who's to stop you?
- Thanks, I'm fine. - We haven't even started yet.
There's my apple cider, my apple wine...
...my apple cidre délicate, made from my very best apples.
And my favourite, which I'm trying to sell to Absolut: Absolut Apple.
Might come in handy at some point...
- Is he trying to get you drunk? - It would seem so.
My pride and joy: My daughter, Kristina.
She'll inherit my businesses one day.
Though you could say she already has. She decides everything!
I just lighten your workload. - Hello, Kristina Harderberg.
- Kurt Wallander, Ystad Police. - Maja Thysell.
- Has something happened? - Torstensson's son has been murdered.
We just have some routine questions for his and his son's clients.
I see. - But Dad, we have to go to that meeting. They're waiting for us.
- Meetings. Nothing but meetings. - We should also...
If you have any other questions, Kristina knows most of the details.
A list of all the companies Gustav ran would be good.
Of course. I'll prepare a list and fax it overtomorrow.
- Hi! - Hi!
- What's up? - Eh?
It's these laces. I'm always treading on them.
It's like they're making them longer.
- Do a double bow. - I know.
They're hard to undo. I've no nails...
You should use Velcro, like on kids' shoes.
I've checked, but they didn't have my size.
Have you noticed? We're not talking shop!
Shoelaces aren't exactly interesting, but it's a start.
We can move on to socks and pants - then maybe we can discuss feelings.
- How'd it go? - It didn't.
- I think one of them knows something. - And if you'd gone softer on her...
Come on, Martinsson wants to go for lunch by the harbour.
It got two stars in "Ystad Tonight", that free magazine.
- And they know their stuff. - Two stars just means it's OK.
The pizzeria and the Chinese place don't have any! Lt'll make a change.
Their pizza salad is so foul...
- Come on, Kurt, can't we try it? - Sure.
Am I to pay the trip myself? Here's my taxi receipt and airplane ticket.
- Well, hello. - Hi.
Weren't you going to arrest me?
- Sorry, I don't think we've ever met. - No? Last week.
You waved your badge about and refused to pay.
Can't you think up anything better?
The Hilton. In the bar. You'd been to some lecture.
I'd like to report this man for procuring sexual services.
- Sorry, I'll have to ask you to go. - Are you refusing to take my report?
- I can take your report. - Thanks.
Well, we're off. We'll call when we've got the papers in order.
- Wallander. - About time too. Where are you?
At Sten Torstensson's.
Why?
What do you want?
If you say you didn't know she was on the game, we believe you.
Relax.
You've got a job to do.
- Has Maja said anything else? - Isn't what she said enough for you?
Look... is it true that you all believe me?
Kurt, I believe you, Martinsson believes you, all...
...your male colleagues do. - But...
But you know, girls...
They want to get their own back for centuries of oppression. Forget them!
Topsy?
A mine. In the middle of Ystad! What the hell's going on?
...it's true! She reported him. He apparently refused to pay...
- Would you like a lift home? - No.
- Why did you ask that? - I thought you might need a friend.
Thanks, but I'll walk.
I'm getting tired of this. You were Sten Torstensson's secretary.
We know Gustav and Sten were involved in something.
I think you can tell us what. That mine was meant to kill you!
OK, we'll let you go home. Let's just hope they don't try again.
I promised Gustav not to say anything.
Gustav is dead, and his son's been murdered.
Let me know if you change your mind.
Send Dunér home, but make sure someone accompanies her.
- Did you hear me? - Yes, sure.
- You're always making the headlines. - How in hell did they get that?
Kurt...
You bloody idiot!
We're pursuing a murder inquiry involving mines! And what do you do?
Screw prostitutes while visiting the police academy.
Is this true?
It's true we had sex. But I didn't realise she was a prostitute.
- Am I supposed to believe that? - We sat in the bar and chatted.
- And when it closed she suggested... - You can spare me the details thanks!
- Did you discuss payment before... - I said I didn't know!
We must launch a preliminary inquiry. It could go to court.
Do what you like, I'm innocent.
Do you think Maja would agree?
Kurt? Kurt... - Excuse me, chief.
- Kurt, fancy coming to Asarp? - Why?
A farmer's found something in a field. Sounds strange.
First, I thought it was from a UFO, but then I thought it was a body.
But now I see it's something from those Tintin books...
...about Inca gold, idols and Indians...
It was stolen from Gustav's office just before he died.
- Why didn't you say? - I didn't believe Sten.
How'd you steal something like that? I haven't thought about it since.
And we find it 400m from where he died. Something indeed isn't right.
- We're done. Nyberg's on his way. - Lisa sent me.
Given that Kurt might not be able to continue.
Some people think it inappropriate for a cop to procure sex-
- while leading a criminal investigation.
- Maja, let me explain... - I'll let you sort this out alone.
- I didn't know she was a prostitute. - Really? In that case, I forgive you.
So it was just a normal fuck, then?
- Svedberg! - I'm not going to cry.
If there ever was anything between us - believe me, it's over.
You were right: You destroyed it!
Maja!
- What? - Can you give me a lift?
No.
Here.
Read it. Make yourself useful.
Maja, we have to sort this out first.
Do you think the father knew what the son did? Or was he in on it too?
- Maja... - Talk about the job or shut up!
Didn't Harderberg say he hadn't spoken to Gustav for months?
Yes. Why?
The last call Gustav makes is to Harderberg.
They talk for more than 90 minutes.
What are you doing?
We'll go there.
Did you see that? He turned around too.
Can you make out the registration number?
No.
He's turned off.
Weird.
Can you make a copy of that?
Here's the woman who'll do anything to make our job easier.
Let me do my job. Anyway, if the newspapers are anything to go by...
We've got a lot of interesting stuff here. Look.
What's that?
A two year old threat note from one Lars Borman to Gustav Torstensson.
Borman was not a client, so he's not covered by client confidentiality.
Thanks...
Can I help you?
Police. We're looking for Alfred Harderberg.
- Have you an appointment? - No. It's important.
Hello, Wallander.
Kurt Ström?
- I was once a cop in Malmo. - Oh, yes. I recognise you now. Hi.
Then I became head of security here.
- Is it a good job? - Very. I'll see if you can meet him.
Hi! Come for more apple vodka?
Why didn't you say you'd spoken to Gustav just before he died?
- You heard. - I hadn't spoken to him for months.
We know he spoke to someone here-
- between 19.02 and 20.41 on the 21st.
It was me he spoke to.
We weren't happy with how he was handling TLL's sales. Were we?
- I thought you'd sorted it. - There were some details left.
- Why didn't you say anything? - It didn't cross my mind.
I get lots of business calls. Anything else?
So he was on his way here... That evening, I mean.
I've just checked his client list. All the others live nearer Ystad.
The only reason to pass Brösarp at night was to come here.
Did anything happen during the call? Did he get upset?
No, he didn't. Excuse us, but we have a teleconference.
Next time, you must make an appointment.
Did you know he was voted Skane's most popular person two years ago?
- Why's that? - He donates a lot to charity...
...sponsors hospitals, exhibitions...
Maja, can't you pull over so that we can talk about this?
Answer it.
Hi, Svedberg, what's up?
A threat note?
Who from?
OK. Wait, there's a garage. I'll see if they've got a fax.
I'll ring you with a number. Bye. - Drive in here.
Thanks.
"Malmo, 21 May 2000. To Gustav Torstensson."
"I'm writing to tell you that you've hurt me and must be punished."
"I'll avenge those who can no longer be heard, whose lives you betrayed."
"From now on, you live in the valley of the shadow of death. Lars Borman."
Lars Borman?
It doesn't seem too clever to sign a note threatening to murder someone.
What the fuck?
It's them!
RMT 844. - Maja!
Jump in!
RMT 844!
There must be one damn helicopter nearby?!
Were on the road to Lovesta. - 20 minutes.
Have we got any cars out?
It's a silver_grey Audi. RMT 844. Thanks, bye.
Fuck! I filled up before I set off this morning.
- Stop the car. Stop the car now! - Why?
Just do as I say. Don't turn off the engine.
Get out, nice and calm. Do as I say. Get out!
- Nyberg can check it over. - So typical that I end up with you!
In a field with a man who just ruins everything for me!
- It's a bloody joke! - Maja, Maja...
When I finally get to love someone he can't keep his cock under control!
I know I've been stupid.
But I didn't want all that to happen! Can't you try to forgive...
I don't know why I had to destroy it.
I just know one thing.
I love you, Maja.
I love you.
Kurt!
- Where am I? - In Heaven.
Just joking. You're not in heaven, but in Ystad hospital.
How are you feeling?
- Where's Maja? - She's fine.
The shock wave missed her, but got you all right.
You've been here 14 hours.
Apparently, you've broken a rib.
10 metres closerto the car, and you wouldn't be here...
Svedberg, hello?
Can I ring you back? - Shall I help you?
I'm thirsty.
Murder, mines, car bombs... Any idea why they wanted you and Maja?
No.
Got anything more on those threat notes?
Lars Borman and Gustav Torstensson were at school together.
- Why threaten an old friend? - We don't know. He died last year.
- A car crash. - Him too?
Cars are more dangerous than you think!
Ow, it hurts...
Wait up...
- Hi. I forgot this. - You're getting old.
At least I'll live longer than you if you go on like this! See you!
- You? Weren't you angry with him? - You can still care about someone.
What the hell...
Hi...
What in hell?
- Are you hit? - No.
Police! Hit the floor!
On the floor!
I don't need to tell you that from now on you're to be fully armed.
I've told the National Police Board that we may need anti_terrorist help.
This is crazy. What the hell is going on?
At least 3 metres away, Svedberg. At least 3 metres.
It's police academy basics.
- Where are you both off to? - We're interviewing Borman's widow.
Kurt, I want to talk to you.
- How are you? - Fine.
It can't go on, Kurt. Things'll only get worse.
Tomorrow's headlines will read: "Sex Cop in Hospital Shootout".
They phoned 100 times about the bomb. Imagine what it'll be like now!
- I want to protect you. - You want to impress the bosses.
You're wrong.
The papers can create hell - for both of us.
- What am I to do, then? - Go home. Rest. Take sick leave.
If you want me out of here, you'll have to suspend me.
Otherwise I stay.
- But look at you... - It's OK. It's only when I get up.
The project's called "Network for Life".
My husband and Gustav Torstensson worked on it in the 80s.
- Pioneers, you could call them. - What did it involve?
A network of clinics in countries that lacked organised healthcare.
Sorry. Go on...
Gustav was a lawyer who negotiated everything, my husband did the rest.
- Who put up the money? - Alfred Harderberg.
The guy who lives up in Brösarp. I've been there a few times.
UNESCO helped to organise the work, but it was Alfred's idea... and money.
- How well do you know him? - Not as well as I'd like!
But I guess all women would say the same!
Look at this letter. Have you seen it before?
Could that be your husband's handwriting?
- Yes... - Why would he want Gustav dead?
Two days after Gustav received that letter your husband died...
...in a car crash, wasn't it? - Yes...
- He was in Brazil. She told me. - She?
Kristina, Alfred's daughter, she was with him then.
You again, Kurt! Are you looking for a job?
- What happened to you? - Nothing.
- Are they in? - They're out presenting a project.
Really? Where?
You know, with the guys with all the money who decide on our futures.
Or do you think the politicians still do it?
What do you know about his business? Haven't you any information for us?
I'm loyal to my employer, just like when I was in the force.
But there are those who aren't. Say Hi to that shit Lisa Holgersson.
You're a real charmer, aren't you.
Come on, Kurt.
Didn't you hear? The little lady's calling!
They call the shots now!
Though I read that you still know how to treat 'em!
Take care of your masculinity - or else we'll be doing the knitting.
The clinics he built up in the 80s are now under another company: TLL.
Their business is now completely different to the original concept:
Poor people from the 3rd world should be able to sell their organs.
To needy Westerners.
"In 10 years' time, you'll be able to get a kidney within 24 hours."
"There'll be a database giving access to millions of donors."
- Is this legal? - No idea.
If poor people voluntarily sell their organs... that's good, isn't it?
- "Voluntarily"? How voluntary is... - Buy their shares then, Svedberg!
Both these murders are connected with this.
Torstensson and Borman both worked on the project. Both are dead.
- Was Sten also involved? - His dad could've told him about it.
Kristina Harderberg leads the project and I'd like to check...
OK, I'll do it.
- Excuse me... - Kurt, don't!
Why not?
An internal inquiry is in progress. You mustn't talk to her!
Maja...
Sorry. That was really insensitive. Maja...
Please excuse us...
- I can't talk to you. - I know, I know...
I'd just like to apologise. I simply can't be suspended.
What, you'll only get 70 %/o of your salary?
l knew Sten. l'd be gutted if l didn't get the ones who did this.
Annika Lidner? - l'll record that you're talking to the witness.
You're digging your grave even deeper, Wallander.
Dust to dust, ashes to ashes.
Jesus Christ, our saviour, shall raise you up on Judgement Day.
Dust to dust, ashes to ashes.
Jesus Christ is the Resurrection and the Life.
You gave them life. Grant them everlasting peace.
Give them a joyful resurrection for the sake of our Lord Jesus Christ.
Lord God, our Father in Heaven...
l'm sorry to disturb you on such a day-
-but l've some questions about Lars Borman and his death in Brazil.
-You were with him, weren't you? -You should respect our grief.
My father has just buried a friend.
Kristina...
l've also just buried a friend.
l know you'd like to talk to lnspector Wallander.
But we're investigating a murder and several attempted murders.
-As for Sten Torstensson's death... -Excuse me...
Sorry to interrupt your doubtless witty report on my private life-
-but l'd like to explain what happened in Stockholm.
l've done many stupid things.
Neglected my daughter, failed my friends...
But what happened in Stockholm...
l realise l have betrayed and hurt someone incredibly important to me.
l have no excuse.
As for what l stand accused of-
-l didn't know that the woman l met in the bar was a prostitute.
My mistake was that l let myself be charmed by someone-
-who l thought liked me for who l am. lf that's a crime, then so be it.
That was all.
-That was very brave of you. -l just told the truth.
-lsn't that what you want? -No, just good sales.
l'd like a proper interview. Can l offer you dinner?
No thanks. l've said my piece.
lf you've read my articles, you'll know l'm trying to do a good job.
-Hi. -Hi.
-How are things? -Fine.
l thought if you had time we could do something together.
-Flowers? -They didn't cost that much.
l don't need to know that.
l'd invite you in, but my son is here, and we'd like to be alone.
l see. Linda's told you...
l felt so bad about what l did, l couldn't look you in the eyes.
l asked her to lie and say we wanted to be alone that evening...
...at the restaurant. And afterwards, when we phoned...
-She hasn't told you. -No. But you just have.
So now l know.
lt's Wallander. Where's my minder?
A domestic fight? Have we any cars out?
lf l'm to have protection, shouldn't l get it?
Then they should get over here. Bye.
Freeze!
Turn around. Turn around.
Turn around!
-What the hell are you doing here? -l've dropped the charges.
But now l'm not so sure.
Sorry... l'm sorry.
Jesus!
What he really needed was a wife and family...
...but he got me instead.
Maybe that's what he wanted.
One of the last times we met he said he hated his dad.
-l thought Sten worshipped him. -He did, too much.
But his father turned out to be much worse.
He was involved in a girl's murder in Brazil.
-Did Sten ever mention TLL? -Sure.
Sten was there to make them leave his father alone.
-Do you know who he talked to? -The daughter of that rich guy...
-Harderberg? -That's him.
Sten said he was the Devil incarnate.
Here she is. August 4, 1980. The first time she shows up. Aged 3.
What's interesting is that before then, he's alone in every picture.
As of August 4, she's with him everywhere.
-No wife? -Not that l've found.
Not even any gossip about him being with anyone.
-Where the hell does she come from? -Don't know. She's not registered.
The only address is for Torstensson's lawyers' firm.
Dunér...
-Hi. All quiet? -Yeah.
Hello!
-Has she gone out? -No, she's in.
-When did you last see her? -This morning. She waved to us...
Damn!
l'm at Bertil Dunér's. She's gone. They last saw herthree hours ago.
How would l know? At least there's no signs of foul play.
l'll call back.
Can you put me through to the airport police?
-Nice work. -Thanks.
-l'm thinking of moving. -Really?
l'm tired of my flat.
-l've had 15 unhappy years there. -Are you sure the flat's to blame?
lf you can't change yourself, you have to do something.
-You coming in? -You'd best take it.
-l thought you were professionals. -We are. We'll get him next time.
She's from Odessa.
She was 3 when Harderberg took her in, with Torstensson's help.
-Was she adopted? -No. No authorities were involved.
-The BMW? -lt suits you.
-Thanks. -l'll call.
He'd been trying to adopt a daughter for ages, but hadn't found one.
He was offered loads of kids but he always refused them.
What was so special about this girl, l wonder...
She's got an lQ of over 160. She's fluent in five languages.
She studied at MlT and has an MBA from Harvard.
She's the Swedish military pentathlon champion...
The woman's a machine.
Whether it's apples or biotechnology or his own daughter...
...everything must be perfect.
Dunér gave me this. Torstensson had asked her to look after it.
-lt's a list of theirtransplants. -What?
TLL started doing kidney transplants last year to test the system.
Does it name the donors and patients?
Let's check them out.
-lt'll be one hell of a job. -Not if we cooperate.
Are they dead?
-l asked, Are they dead? -Yes.
-And Wallander? -Let him be.
-But he's more dangerous than ever. -Let him be, l said!
This recent...carelessness.
You were much better when you were a child.
Never mind. This is what being a parent's all about.
Fredrich Heinemann, 15, from Hamburg. New kidney, June 6, 2002.
The donor was Claudio Ramirez, 17, from Sao Paolo.
Found murdered in a skip. June 3. Three days before the operation.
-Was there a post mortem? -No. She was poor and homeless.
-Anything else? -Another one.
The one Annika Lidner mentioned. Loisa Jorgez from Rio de Janeiro.
Registered as dead, five days afterthe operation.
-The others? -Alive and well.
-Why are some alive and not others? -The donor is first offered money.
lf he refuses, they take what they want anyway.
Let's gather up all our leads. The Torstenssons, Borman, Dunér...
-l'll call Lidner in as a witness. -What's your plan?
We'll search Harderberg's place. Come on!
l want Lisa to have the papers on her desk by the morning!
This is Skane's most popular man...
And l'm its most unpopular, so it's quits. Well?
lt's complicated. TLL's owners are in Holland, it has offices everywhere...
lt's registered in Brosarp. lt's the Harderbergs' home. Come on!
l'll talk to Ramberg.
Give me a few hours.
What's happened to you? Have you won the pools?
What the...?
-Can't a man try to change...? -lt's a total renovation!
-New flat, new clothes... -But the same old bastard inside, eh?
-Let's get ready. -For what?
-A search of TLL. -Ramberg will never consent to that.
-He will. We've got so much on them. -Hi there, handsome!
-Here you are. Go! -Ten minutes...
This'll be fun.
lt's like going for Microsoft.
You know you're taking a risk, but you go for it anyway!
Yes...
-What are you saying? -Turn around. Don't go in!
You can't be serious! We're there!
Turn back now!
What did she say?
-What's up? -They're aborting.
They've aborted?
Told you so...
Back already? How'd it go?
-This had better be good. -Ramberg aborted.
-Why? -We had too little.
-He approved it! -The Prosecutor General called him.
-What, is he a friend of Harderberg? -Calm down.
-Shall we just give up? -We need concrete proof.
How can we get proof without a search?
l can't answer that, Kurt.
Harderberg gets healthy
Here's 500 kronor. Wait here.
Are they in? They can't sit here in their nice little world-
-thinking they're above everything. 'Cos they're not. Despite the money.
Please leave.
What's it like working for child murderers?
l know you weren't a totally honourable policeman, but...
-They'll get you fired! -Then l can work here. Where is he?
Harderberg!
Look, look... Here he comes...
Standing there like a fucking Caesar. - lt's cool, it's cool...
lt's nice and cool in here, eh?
You don't get to see the shit you're wading in.
All empires fall. lt's a scientific fact.
Wipe that fucking smirk off yourface.
-l'll drive you in. -Thanks...but l've a taxi waiting.
What the fuck?
-Let me drive you in. -l'll walk.
Why are you protecting them?
Surely you can still tell right from wrong?
Either you fight against the world or you exploit it.
You're a good cop, Kurt. Let me drive you.
-Thanks, l'll walk. -To Ystad? lt's over 30 km.
So what? At least l have a clean conscience.
Hi, it's me.
Did l wake you?
-Good morning. -Good morning.
Don't think that just because we've had sex, l've forgiven you.
l don't.
Have you got an iron?
Why the hell did you go out there?
lf Harderberg files a report, you're out!
l couldn't just sit there pretending, when l know what they're up to.
You've never used a safety net, have you? You just jump.
Sod the consequences!
You think its heroic or noble, but it's just foolish.
-What do you think l should do, then? -Hope that you can keep your job.
Hi.
Kurt...
Can you run that last bit by me again?
Good.
-Good morning. -As if l didn't have enough problems.
l can explain...
Calling Ramberg at 9.00 p.m. and threatening to beat him up...
Come again?
-Are you denying it? -No...
He said you sounded drunk. Were you?
l was in the bath. lt was probably the echo...
l don't need this. lt's a miracle you've got away with it for so long.
-l know. -Exactly. You know but do nothing!
Get back to work.
-l thought we were off at 1.00. -l'll just have a shower first.
-Nervous? -A bit.
l understand.
None of us live for ever.
l can't just let you die and then... There's no one who can take over.
-l have to secure the regrowth. -l know, Dad.
lt's not like we need to have sex. My sperm will be inseminated in you.
l know. lt's just...the feeling of it.
-You're not going to let me down? -No.
-You asked if l was nervous. -You could lie next time.
Therese Wallin, 7. Vanished from her home at 4.00 p.m. yesterday.
Her parents are involved in a custody battle.
Her mum thinks she's been kidnapped by the father, who's from Lebanon.
Hi. Anything new?
Yes. l've put Svedberg, Martinsson and Maja on other cases.
There's more to our work than just Harderberg.
Seen the papers?
Harderberg leaves Skane
-He's relocating to Sao Paolo. -Because we're not leaving him be.
lt's now we have to use all our resources!
-The Harderberg lead is over. -So we're closing the book?
Concentrate on the Lithuanians. They might've already fled.
You know, the ones who tried to kill you. That's if you care...
Fuck!
Oh, Christ...
-Wallander? -You must get over here!
-Who is this? -Kurt Ström.
You were right! They're fucking crazy.
-Where are you? -ln the guesthouse. By the gate.
My family's here. And l don't want anything to happen to them.
Doing a little detective work?
Maybe you only work part time here?
l came over with a farewell present to Najli and Willy...
...but now, after this slander l think l've changed my mind.
They say that when you get really scared...
...you piss yourself.
Has that ever happened to you, Kurt?
Come in, Wallander! No need to creep about.
No weapons, Kurt. There are children here.
Come and sit down instead.
l've set a place for you too.
-Kurt, you all right? -Kurt's fine.
He's got a new job. Head of security in Sao Paolo.
We're celebrating. We've a lot to celebrate about.
l've heard you're chickening out. Sneaking away like the shit you are.
l'm not talking about that. - Kristina, can't you tell him?
l'm pregnant.
So the world will get to see another Harderberg. There's hope for mankind!
How can you stand yourselves?
-You murder children for money. -We murder no children.
We were testing the system. Some suppliers got a bit too eager.
-Tests are done to identify problems. -Call it what you will.
But innocent children have been killed. That's enough for me.
ln 10 years, TLL will be saving lives round the clock. No one will care.
Sten Torstensson. What had he done?
He was like you. A blind moralist.
He tried to make Gustav report me. He even threatened to contact you.
-So we thought you knew something. -l could be recording all this.
Everything you have said is on tape.
You're the best, Kurt! You're like an open book. A children's book.
Takes a second to read.
People see moral principles as something good.
And they are, if you're arresting a thief or a wife beater. _
But...in my case, this more noble cause...
...such attributes are restrictive.
This is why, lnspector Wallander, you'll nevertouch me.
There are other ways...
That's what l mean. You won't shoot me, because you respect the law.
That's your restriction.
Sit. The meatloaf's getting cold!
Kurt, yourfamily is worth more than this.
Sit down, now.
Enjoy the meal. Then you can go home and everything will be normal again.
Kurt...
-Hi. -Hi.
-What are you doing? -This is Sten Torstensson's boat.
He'd often invite me to go sailing.
-What was it like? -lt never happened.
There was always something in the way that l thought more important.
Sooner or later, people like Haderberg fall.
-lt's hard to believe, but they do... -l love you.
You might not have noticed, but l'm trying to change.
You've bought new clothes...
But it's just...
...to make you see that l'm trying...
...to make myself worthy of you.
What makes me me will always be there.
The question is whether you can...
...love me for who l am.
l love you for who you are, Kurt.
But it's not enough. l'm 41.
l know what l need and what l deserve.
l don't want to be one of those girls who'll accept anything to be loved.
So it's over?
There's a first kiss... and there's a last.
Kurt, press conference in 10 minutes.
The girl hadn't been kidnapped.
-Can you and Martinsson take it? -Can't he do it himself?
Can't you let it go? We lost this time. lt happens.
l'm sorry if l've been difficult.
lt's OK. Sometimes you have to be.
-That's my place. -We don't have reserved seats.
-And Sweden then? -Many of my companies will stay.
Shut up!
It'II expand, but by how much l don't know.
-WiII that mean more jobs? -Yes, there'II be job opportunities.
That was AIfred Harderberg who...
So it all ended happily. Any more questions?
OK? Thank you.
Hi. Any new scandals on the go?
No, you've been keeping quiet.
-Have you thought more about dinner? -Not just now...
That's not mine.
Translation: Neil Betteridge (c) Sveriges Television 2004