-How's your tooth? -Feels like shit.
-Is it hurting? -All the time.
What's this shitty music?
Is there anyone there?
Yes.
Nikolai!
Nikolai?
Nikolai... Shit!
Damn...
ARNE DAHL - MISTERIOSO PART 1
Wait up!
-Will they make it? -Yes.
They just gave notice to another four people in orthopaedics.
-We'll struggle to handle even A&E. -That's tough.
-Do you know what I dreamt? -No, what did you dream?
-You and I were jumping... -Yes?
OK, when? I'm on my way.
I've got to go.
At social services? Anyone injured?
How many hostages? I'll be there in ten minutes.
Get down on the floor! Down! On the floor! Quiet!
Get down on the floor! Everyone!
I've told you ten times to get everyone out of here now.
-Hi. -Hi. Shotgun, second floor.
The building's evacuated.
-Any phone contact? -No.
-What do we do? -We'll await the task force.
His name is Makanga Kimbareta. He's from Congo-Kinshasa.
I'm his case worker. The family's being deported.
They thought they were about to get citizenship.
It deceived them, I thought they would get to stay.
He's a very kind man...
Get back!
Palle, take it easy! Damn it, Palle!
-We've orders not to let... -Get off me!
Makanga!
My name is Paul Hjelm. I'm a police officer.
I'm alone and unarmed.
I'd like to talk to you.
I'm coming upstairs.
-Can I come upstairs, Makanga? -Come in.
-What do you want? -I'm aware of your situation.
I want us to sort this out without anyone getting hurt.
Sort it out how?
-Sort it out how? It is too late. -No, it's not too late.
It really isn't.
If you drop that weapon...
...you can still appeal against the decision.
That's just bullshit.
You're just trying to trick me. Everyone tricked us!
-You know what happens to your family. -Yes, I know.
I go to prison, and my family...
Kimba...! Look at me.
If I go to prison...
-...my family can't be deported. -That's right.
If you get that far.
In a few minutes, the whole building will be surrounded by snipers.
They will shoot you at the first opportunity.
Then your family will be sent straight to Congo-Kinshasa.
Makanga! It's the police.
Drop the rifle! Give it here, now! Get out, get out!
-You shot him? -Yes.
-I guess you had to. -No, I didn't.
I didn't even have to go into that office.
So why did you?
I'm being questioned tomorrow.
This is Veronica Mårtensson. I'm Nicklas Grundström.
How do you feel about immigrants?
-Are you a member of a racist group? -Sure I am. Aren't you?
I'm only kidding. You think I'm a racist?
72 % of your arrests are people of foreign extraction.
That's the make-up of my district.
What are you getting at?
This.
GUNMAN SHOT BY POLICE
Why did you shoot him?
-That's what the situation demanded. -The task force was coming.
I felt that was taking too long.
Let's hear your version first.
When did the call come in?
Maybe you could paint the garage, then?
-If you're suspended. -Really funny.
Stop it. Cut it out!
-Can I ask you something? -Shoot.
Why did you run into that office? It's not like you.
-Don't you start, too. -I just...
-Did you want something to happen? -What do you mean ''happen''? With what?
Life.
Have you had therapy training at work, or what?
I was just wondering.
Rasmus... You have now turned 18.
You've come of age. But maybe they should have kept the old majority...
Kuno...
Sometimes you have to talk straight.
Joking aside, what I mean is...
When you come of age you're expected to take responsibility for your own life.
ANOTHER FINANCIER MURDERED
-Hello? -It's Mikoyan. Where are you?
Outside Lidner's place.
-Finish your task and go back home. -Why?
-Are you thick? -Sure, I'm leaving tomorrow.
Shit!
Why?
Action taken by police in the Hallunda case is now being called into question.
A desperate man made his way into social services premises in Hallunda
taking three of the staff hostage.
The man was armed with a shotgun and demanded leave of stay for his family.
-Hi. -Is it about that thing?
His kids go to the same school as me. The guy that was shot.
But the officer's actions are being questioned...
Why did you turn it off?
-Did he know the policeman who fired? -No, it's not that...
Financier Kuno Daggfeldt was shot dead last night at his house on Värmdö.
Daggfeldt part-owned companies considered controversial
for their expansion into the Russian market.
This is the second murder in two days where the victims were financiers.
But despite similarities, the police are denying rumours
that the perpetrator is the same.
-The same kind? -Yes, but it's unknown.
-None of the usual ones. -We're analyzing the lead.
It seems to be very impure.
And it's urgent!
This is Jacob Lidner, chairman of the board at Lovisedahl.
I would like to speak to the head of the CID.
Dan Mörner, yes.
Fly them over, I'll deal with the formalities.
The business world has been hounding me all morning.
-I only want the very best people. -You can use whoever you like.
Next stop: Vårbygård.
HOSTAGE DRAMA AT SOCIAL SERVICES OFFICE
One: You entered the building
despite explicit orders to await the task force.
Two: You claimed to be unarmed, but carried a pistol in your waistband.
Three: You fired a shot in a manner that was against regulations.
Four: You did not disarm the shot man.
Five: A hostage was allowed to take aim at the perpetrator
with the safety catch off.
What's your response?
-How is he doing? -Who?
The man you call the perpetrator. Kimbareta Makanga.
-He's in hospital. -That's five points of misconducts.
Which means we need to act.
Please hand over your ID and weapon. You've been suspended from duty.
Hello.
-We're not quite finished here. -Yes, you are. Can you wait outside?
-We just got started... -Stop the recording.
This investigation will be put on ice for a while.
Because... Yes, it's from the top brass.
-Who did you speak to? -Mörner, of course.
Hi...
Jenny Hultin, CID. You're Paul Hjelm.
-You've read the paper. -No, I've been too busy. Come on.
I've handpicked six police officers for a special mission.
You're the final one. Briefing is in one hour, are you interested?
-And the internal... -Forget that. This is on another level.
What do you say?
-No. -No? You're not interested?
You treat me like shit and then...
Don't you want to know which case it is?
Sorry.
Hjelm!
Why don't you go back in there, then.
-Have you heard from him? -No.
He's weak. He'll...
The dart.
-Is this the one? -Yes.
What happened?
It was fucking unbelievable.
He ran into the bank and I waited with the engine running.
Why the hell did you try to rob a bank?
Well, we drove past and thought why not?
Who gave you orders to do that?
No one. It was...
That was my little brother...
Jüri... Go back now.
Jüri...
Pull it out.
Nothing's changed.
No, no...
It's just like when she got her license.
The instructor said right and she went left.
And then she went into a ditch and got diarrhoea.
That's why she has a drinking problem - she never has to drive!
She said 11 on the dot. It's ten past now.
This is a great start.
Welcome! Apologies for the delay, I had to take a call.
And please excuse the mess. It all happened very fast last night.
We'll have to make do with this for now.
You know why you're here, so let's get started straight away.
Ulf Thoresson, adviser to the financial committee was shot dead in his bed.
Kuno Daggfeldt from the Second AP Fund
was shot dead at a family party.
Last night, the killer struck again.
The victim was Bernhard Strand-Julén, also from the world of finance.
He was last seen yesterday, leaving a meeting 22.25.
-So you'll call Josefsson? -Sure.
The deal will be done by the weekend.
-Salve. -Salve.
Perfect. That will please him. I'll see what I can do with you loans.
I'm sure we can adjust some percentages.
Thank you, brother.
Three leading figures from the Swedish world of business
have been brutally executed.
-How do we know it's the same killer? -Norlander?
We found the same type of bullet at each murder scene.
It's a special type, none of the six or seven common ones.
-Any other forensic evidence? -No, not as yet.
-Any witnesses? -No, the killer walked up to the victim
-fired and then left. -Highly professional.
-Or not. -What do you mean?
A psychopath with no concern for the consequences.
The link between the victims...
-Welcome! - This is Paul Hjelm. -The cop who shot immigrants.
-Have you got a problem? -This is Jorge Chavez,
Kerstin Holm... Gunnar Nyberg,
Arto Söderstedt and Viggo Norlander.
You'll get a summary later.
What links the victims, apart from them all being senior financiers?
They have friends in common, play at the same golf club,
they go sailing and they are all members...
They all belong to the same order, namely the Mimer Order.
They're on several boards, mainly Swedish companies headquartered abroad.
That's about all we've got.
I'm dividing you into working pairs.
Holm and Nyberg.
Söderstedt and Norlander.
Chavez and Hjelm. You've already made contact.
We will more or less work 24 hours a day, in shifts.
You report directly to the CID and can utilise all their resources.
You'll be know internally as Team A.
If the killer sticks to his pattern, there might be a new attempt tonight.
Any questions?
The motive.
We don't know much about that yet.
It might be personal or professional...
I was kind of thinking you could write ''The motive'' on the board.
Of course I can.
Right... I'll be in my office.
If not, you can reach me on my mobile 24/7. The same applies to you.
Hjelm!
I know your boss in Hallunda. He recommended you.
-Bruun? -Yes. He has excellent judgement.
He said you're an efficient, reliable officer with a spotless record.
Suddenly you enter a hostage situation and start shooting.
-What's that about? -I took charge of the situation.
By not following orders?
I want the reliable policeman. I don't care a jot about the other one.
I don't want to steamroll internal again.
Is that clear?
Hey, excuse me... Do you think we could swap places?
Sure.
I don't like having my back to the door.
We'll have to swap chairs too, this one's made for dwarves.
That suits me better, then!
Why do you think we got paired up? Big and strong? Small and weak?
Let's hope she's smarter than that.
Yes, indeed.
-So you reckon it's some psychopath. -I just said it's possible.
-Are there no lightbulbs in this place? -You can order some from central unit.
But then you need the right form.
That's not your work mobile, is it? That could end up costing a lot!
-How's it going? -We've had the briefing.
We're at full throttle. Six turbo engines in that little shed we've got.
-Six? -Hjelm showed up, as well.
The guy from the hostage drama? You know he's under investigation?
-Yes. -He's not allowed to be on duty...
I'm responsible for Hjelm. If he's suspended, we'll deal with it later.
Hi, honey, it's me. Why don't you...
Just call me when you get this. Kiss, kiss. Bye.
Last night, the finance killer struck again.
This time, the victim was Bernhard Strand-Julén
another senior figure from the world of finance.
This is the third murder in as many days.
The police are giving out very few details and the inspector in charge,
Jenny Hultin, has not been available for comment.
-Frevik Golf Club. One moment. -Paul Hjelm, CID.
-Is it about the finance killings? -That's right.
-All the victims were members here. -We have more than 460 members.
But only three have been killed in the past week.
Excuse me...
Did they play together?
Not that I can recall.
-Do the players sign in here first? -Yes, they do.
Do you want to see our records?
Did you have any contact with the victims?
Yes, unfortunately.
-Here are the records. -''Unfortunately''?
Is that what I said? Excuse me.
Freviks Golf Club.
I need to take this. - Hello. Yes, that's fine.
-You can't take that with you! -It's part of a murder investigation.
It must have been horrible.
May I ask you a question? What was your husband's circle of friends like?
-It was useful. -''Useful''?
Well, people in our circles don't have friends to enjoy themselves.
But...?
They...come in handy.
What was...your...
and Kuno's relationship like?
It was impeccable.
I've spoken to the fraud squad.
Two of the victims were involved in serious tax cases.
And Kuno Daggfeldt has been charged with fraud after ruining former partner
Unkas Storm.
-Was he convicted? -No.
-They rarely are. -Who are ''they''?
People with financial muscles, shall I go on?
No.
-Nyberg! -Yes?
Hi, this is Cilla. Wait for the tone.
Hi.
Does anyone know where Unkas Storm might be?
Over here!
You ran a company with Kuno Daggfeldt.
ContoLine AB. Two ''o''s with no umlauts. I like that. Want some?
-And what happened? -Kuno trampled me out.
What do you mean by that?
Well, one's a workhorse and the other's a fixer and the fixer tramples...
Daggfeldt was severely trampled two days ago.
-I saw that. -And how did that feel?
He was a swine.
-What were you up to two days ago? -I was in detox.
Got out yesterday.
-Do you want the number there? -Yes.
Shit, I know you...
Weren't you once Mr Sweden?
This Mimer Order, what is it...?
It has its origins in the Gothicismus movement of Geijer in the early 1800s.
What's this regarding?
Three of your members have been killed.
Who?
-Don't you read the papers? -No.
Ulf Thoresson, Kuno Daggfeldt, Bernhard Strand-Julén.
-They are not members. -No? We have information...
I think my information is more relevant.
The three men you just mentioned recently left the Mimer Order.
Along with two others, they have formed their own order.
-The Skidbladner Order. -Was that frictionless?
I'm afraid I can't answer that.
-And the other two...? -That's confidential information.
That won't work down here.
I guess I'll have to go upstairs to call the prosecutor.
-What do you want with him? -Her!
She'll grant me a search warrant so I can turn this rat's nest upside down.
She's a woman, so she can't be one of your members.
You can't pull any strings.
The other two are called Johannes Norrvik and Rickard Franzén.
You have no messages.
To change your settings, please press 2.
Hi. I'm looking for Rickard Franzén.
I think I know why you're here.
-The Skidbladner Order. -Three out of five members are dead.
The fourth is on his way to Japan.
-Johannes Norrvik? -Yes, he left this morning.
That leaves yourself.
What's your thinking about that?
We're hunting a...
...perpetrator who will most likely strike again.
Possibly as early as tonight.
-Possibly against me? -Yes, possibly.
Chavez, what have you got?
I went through their nine directorships.
No companies are linked to anything sensitive.
-Such what? -The arms trade,
which many listed companies deal in.
-Söderstedt? -We seem to be chasing a serial killer.
We don't know if he's acting alone or on behalf of someone.
What the hell does that matter?
A lone killer with a personal agenda will be harder to trace.
A series of contract killings create a pattern.
Thanks, that's enough.
-Hjelm, what have you got? -I've got the records from a golf club
where all the victims used to play.
I'll see if they used to play together.
I have a photo of the next potential victim, a Rickard Franzén.
Five men left the Mimer Order and founded the Skidbladner Order.
Skidbladner. The Norse god Freyr's ship which was large enough
to house all the other gods
yet small enough to be folded up and placed in a little bag.
-What do you know... -Hjelm, continue.
Three of them are the murder victims. The fourth is en route to Japan.
And the fifth is Franzén.
-He lives with his wife in Bromma. -I don't buy it.
-What? -That this is some order rubbish.
-And why not? -It's too far fetched.
Orders consist of powerful men who ensure benefits for each other
at the cost of others. It's a hotbed of intrigue.
We've got nothing else to go on. Do we?
Have you got anything? This is a potential murder victim.
So what do we do?
Let's focus on Franzén.
So far, the killer has struck in and around the victim's house.
Let's assume he keeps up that pattern. Franzén stays in a hotel tonight.
Norlander, you take them there and take charge of the watch.
-I'll miss the whole swoop. -We don't know if there'll be one.
And you've been on desk duty. You might not be ready for the action just yet.
-Will you stay here the whole time? -Yes, sure.
-You'll wake us up if you arrest him? -No.
-Why not? -The room's been paid for.
Right... Good night, then.
I thought you were part of the A Team.
-Where are you from? -Rågsved.
Chablis.
Do you drink this in Rågsved?
No. We drink Chablis.
-That internal investigation... -Yes.
-Has that been cancelled? -No, not at all.
So I shouldn't really be on duty now?
No.
But I'm vouching for you until they make their decision.
Which means...?
If you're convicted, you leave the team.
So I guess we'll have to get that finance killer before then.
There's a man passing.
30 metres from the gate.
The basement door.
-We can't see him anymore. -I can't see him.
I can see him. He's pissing.
He's doing what?
He's peeing.
Hey... What do you reckon? Will he show?
I hope so.
-Yes? -Are they there?
-Yes. -Good.
And how's the action?
A pedestrian's about to pass.
-He's approaching the gate. -Maybe he needs to go, too.
He's passing through the gate.
-I can't see him. Do you see him? -No. I don't.
He's heading for the back.
He's gone down to the basement.
He's down there.
-Police! On the ground! -Get down! On the ground.
-Get down! Show us your hands. -Drop the bag!
I'm Jan Franzén, this is my parents' house.
I was going to get the spare key. I haven't done anything. Please!
It's my parents' house.
I haven't done anything!
Please, I haven't done anything!
Can't he at least speak the language?
He's a taxi driver in Sweden, for fuck's sake.
We make no demands in this country anymore.
Yes?
What?
When?
Is it the same kind?
It seems that way.
All the bullets? Where?
OK. Thanks.
-Was this another yuppie? -Yes.
Yes. Nils-Emil Carlberger.
He didn't belong to that order...?
-No. -Told you so.
That order lead...
Forensics have traced the bullets to a munitions factory in Pavlodar.
-And where is that? -In Kazakhstan.
The fourth largest town, population wise.
The factory had to shut down after the fall of the Soviet Union.
-With an enormous stock left over. -What happened to it?
-It disappeared. One for you. -Sure.
I'm sorry, it's...
We did our best. You made a correct assessment based on what we knew.
I backed that.
-You have a family, right? -I think so.
-Go back home for a couple of hours. -It's OK, they're asleep...
So sneak in quietly.
Hi. Are you up?
I just got back. They called me in at around nine.
-A bus accident on the Essingeleden. -That's awful.
-I assume you got fired? -What makes you assume that?
You haven't been in touch. I guess you've been getting shitfaced.
On the contrary.
I've been recruited to the CID.
You know, they've... put this special team together
to solve the finance murders. Six officers from all over the country.
I've had this knot in my stomach all day long!
I've been worried sick! You didn't come home for dinner.
You haven't been in touch. I've called your mobile a hundred times.
-Why didn't you call and tell me? -I did.
-It just went to your voice mail. -That's where you leave a message.
-I've left loads for you. -Thanks. That was...
Well, I'm sorry. I messed up.
It's been so full-on today.
- My head is crammed full. - No room for me, apparently.
-Good evening. -Hi.
I'd be grateful if people who use snus in pouches
didn't dispose of the bags on the floor but in the bins from now on.
OK...
-Shall I wipe the board? -Sure, go for it.
No, damn it! Chill...
-No wiping? -No, no wiping.
You need more wastepaper baskets.
I'll be late. Eat without me.
Hello? What?
No, it's number five.
I don't know. Didn't you pack it? The riding helmet is there.
I've got to go now. Bye.
Daddy, you forgot number four!
Shit...
Last night's raid was a failure, then.
-Whose idea was it to go for Franzén? -Mine.
How was the interview with Agneta Carlberger?
No, she's all traumatised. You can't make any sense of what she says.
COMMAND CENTRE
Someone named this room the Command Centre.
That's a military term.
That's where the next attack against the target is planned.
Do you have a target?
Someone keeps shooting financiers and we've got zilch.
-Where are the others? -The Finn was here just before...
-Shit... Yes? -Rise and shine.
Right... Shit.
-Are you staying in here? -I was flown in from Sundsvall
-and haven't had time to find a place. -What happened in Sundsvall?
I was cold.
-Listen, have you met the cleaner? -Here? No.
Nevermind.
Let's go.
We haven't got time for lie-ins.
The bullets from Pavlodar
are with a Russian mafia organisation called the Jüri X Gang.
Their headquartered in Tallinn. The leader is Jüri Mikoyan, 42.
They do all sorts in the Nordic region.
In Sweden it's mostly liquor and trafficking.
-I crashed for 42 minutes. -Well done.
Finally, someone's doing something.
They were shot with bullets from the Russian mafia.
-Could it be blackmail? -It could be bloody anything.
Except for the Mimer Order.
If we find the link between Jüri X and any Swedish businesses
we might have a motive.
I've been thinking about another possible scenario.
-And what's that? -The killer goes for these big shots.
It could be linked to the financial crisis.
-Can you elaborate on that? -Briefly!
What if someone's fed up with all these bonuses and golden handshakes,
someone's who's fallen victim to it and is crazy enough to take action.
-And starts shooting MDs? -Yes.
Acting like a pro? Where does he get the Russian mafia bullets from?
-The Co-op? -I don't know.
Can we get to work?
Let's focus on the Jüri X Gang.
Chavez and Nyberg take the liquor smuggling.
The rest of you check out businesses in the Baltic States.
-And you? -I'm calling the CID head, Dan Mörner
and ramming this down his throat.
-Have you checked the golf records? -No.
-Would you like me to do it? -Is this too slow for you?
I guess you work at a different pace.
-Chavez, are you coming? -Yes.
I wonder why she wanted me to go. You're meant to be working with Holm.
Got something against me?
Anyone's better than Hjelm.
-Where's that Holm from? -The Gothenburg police.
-Great interrogating officer. -That so?
-And you're from Rågsved? -You just can't let that go, can you?
Are you after my ethnic origins?
Chile, right?
Is that better?
It's good to know where people are from.
-Ever come across Burgovitch? -No, I haven't.
If anyone's got info, it's him.
Burgo! You know that we know.
We just want the names of those who deliver the liquor.
We don't give a shit about the rest.
-Where did you get the stuff? -Are you Laurel?
-Laurel? -They're fucking funny!
Have you never watched Laurel and Hardy?
The little idiot and the big fatso. You should check them out!
You could make films together...
Laurel, is it?
Tell me the names!
-They call themselves Igor and Igor. -Are they linked to the Jüri X gang?
How they hell should I know?
We're policemen, all right?
-Jenny... -Yes?
I thought I'd pop over to Tallinn, I'm in touch with inspector
Kalju Laikmaa. He seems to know a fair bit about the Jüri X Gang.
Great! The Command Centre wasn't your idea, was it?
No.
How do you feel this is going in general?
-You mean the case...? -No, the team.
Well... That Söderstedt is one hell of a snob.
Otherwise, it's OK. We're quite different.
That's sort of the point.
Viggo...
-I apologise. -For what?
For what I said about your suitability for action.
That was unnecessary.
-Yes. -Go and prove me wrong!
Fuck! I'm sorry, honestly...
It just went black.
I don't know what to say.
Can this stay between the two of us?
Yeah...
It never happened to you?
I took steroids for a while when I was in the riot squad.
I went from zero to two thousand in a few seconds.
I had no control over it.
Then something happened and I quit.
What happened?
My wife got in the way.
Right in one of my fits of rage.
OK...
-She divorced me and took the kids. -So you've got kids?
Two.
She got custody if she didn't report it.
I haven't seen any of them since. But all that's 15 years ago.
Skanska, Brisbane, ThecThronic and Ericsson.
Those four operate in the Baltic states.
-Nothing specifically in Estonia? -No.
-Are they yours? -Herkkusienet.
''The little mushrooms.''
-Where are you going? -To Tallinn.
I'm going to check out some things about the Jüri X Gang.
-Is that wise? -Yes, why?
Hultin hinted that you're not quite ready for action.
Listen... My first name stems from the Danish word ''vig''.
It means ''battle''.
OK, but... Viggo?
The battle man.
THE BATTLE MAN
Hi.
What the hell happened to your hand?
Listen to this.
Thoresson, Daggfeldt and Strand-Julén were on seven of the same boards.
They belonged to the same order and the same boating club.
-They must have been best friends, right? -Yes.
-That seems safe to assume. -They played at the same golf club.
During four years, they played together once, according to the records.
-A fourth guy was there. Guess who? -Carlberger?
Now they're all in the morgue, shot by the same killer.
-Golf's a dangerous sport. -Very.
-Don't golfers use a caddy? -Our killer might be an ex-caddy
who got sick of champagne oozing upper class jokes.
He takes revenge by shooting business big guns.
-Exactly. -I was joking.
I wasn't.
The records show all four victims played a round together in 2008.
You were working as a caddy that summer.
I checked that.
Lena, I'm not sure you realise how serious this is.
We're chasing a serial killer. You refuse to cooperate,
-you're lying. -Yes, I was a caddy.
-Lotta and I. -Lotta who?
Bergström.
Thank you.
Something happened on that round, didn't it?
What was it?
-It... -What happened, Lena?
It's so fucking humiliating.
Four disgusting old men attack two young girls for no reason at all.
-It's important that you tell me. -It's nothing to do with...
We don't know that. You might not have been their first victims, right?
It happened over there.
They were telling sex jokes right from the start.
We put up with it, we knew who they were and all that.
Then...
The jokes were getting more and more coarse.
They egged each other on and...
enjoyed watching us...
And then? What happened in the rough?
Suddenly one of them, Carlberger...
He grabbed Lotta
and put his hand between her legs. And then...
She tried to break free, but he...
pulled her to the ground and tried to rip off her knickers.
And I tried to help her, but they held me back.
It was as if it turned them on to watch what he did to her.
Get it? Disgusting bastards.
-Did he rape Lotta? -No, he didn't have time to.
Suddenly, Daggfeldt's mobile rang.
It was as if...
I guess they suddenly realised what they were doing.
They started making excuses, saying
''These things happen when you've had a bit too much to drink. ''
All four of them have been killed.
I was in Copenhagen when two of them were shot, if you think...
I don't think that.
Have you ever told anyone about this?
No.
Do you know where Lotta Bergström is?
Last I heard, she was in a psychiatric clinic.
-Do you know which one? -Danderyd.
Thank you.
Lotta Bergström killed herself.
-It was a about a year ago. -Did she ever tell you...
-...what happened on that golf round? -Yes.
-I think that's when she snapped. -What do you mean?
Everyone has a breaking point, including you and I.
Lotta probably reached hers during that round of golf.
Was she in close contact with anyone during her time here?
Her brother, Gusten. He visited almost daily, sometimes stayed the night.
We did think their relationship was a little bit too...symbiotic.
-How do you mean? -He almost absorbed her illness.
As if he tried to take on board what she'd been subjected to.
-Take over her hatred. -Against what happened at...?
-Is he called Bergström, too? -Yes.
Arto?
You're in this team because of your capacity for lateral thinking.
You always manage to think outside the box.
You've sold cases that had clearly hit a wall.
-Thanks. -Nevermind thanking me.
What's this all about?
-Revenge. -For what?
I don't know.
You still think it's a lunatic acting alone?
I'm not sure about the lunatic...
Anyone who gets pushed too far can act irrationally.
If you've been sufficiently hard-hit.
I'm sure you're right.
The Command Centre wasn't your idea, was it?
-Hultin? Can I have a few hours off? -Now?
-I'll work through the night. -Where are you going?
Rehearsal.
We're approaching the fifth night.
-Where will he strike this time? -No idea.
We think this has got links to the East.
The Estonian gang?
We have a man over in Tallinn. Let's see if he can...
-Hultin? -This is Norlander.
-Speak of the devil! -What do you mean ''devil''?
-Are you still in Tallinn? -Yes. I've found out that Igor and Igor
are members of the Jüri X Gang.
And they're also involved in some kind of protection...
-Viggo! -I need to check something out.
I'll be in touch.
Hello?
OK. Give us half an hour, then head to Volta.
-Hi. Going home? -No, I got the address of this guy
-who seems pretty interesting. -The golf lead?
Yeah, it's this Gusten Bergström, he might be worth checking out.
Why's that?
He's full of hatred, mentally unstable, has a strong personal motive.
-Do the others know you're...? -No.
Paul Hjelm, police. Are you Gusten Bergström?
Yes.
Can we come in?
You like doing sudokos?
-We'd like to talk... -It was me.
I killed them.
-The financiers? -Yes.
-Why? -To get revenge.
-Lotta... -Please don't mention her name.
How...did you kill them?
I...
I shot them.
All right... The first victim...
...you shot in a park. Correct?
Yes.
-And the next on the Västerbron bridge? -Yes, it was me!
-We know what happened to Lotta. -You mentioned her name!
Didn't I ask you not to mention her name?
-I told you not to mention her name! -Sorry.
You're not protecting your sister by making claims that aren't true.
-You didn't kill... -They killed her.
Yes, possibly. Indirectly. Everyone's been punished.
The Erinyes.
The Erinyes?
Women who come back from the dead to avenge their torturers.
The hand of ultimate justice. My sister's become a goddess of vengeance.
She has reached her hand from the kingdom of the dead to do justice.
She killed them.
He's in there.
You can run!
I want him alive!
Come on!
Where is he?
Somewhere around here. You go that way, you that way, you that way.
He's around here, but I don't know where.
Stop! I want him alive!
Fucking hell!
Everyone, come over here!
Hellat!