STOCKHOLM - PRESENT DAY
- "Gone"? - The correspondence between-
- SÄPO and Levin about the parking ticket is gone.
Someone, maybe Waltin made it disappear from the investigation?
- So he's been cleaning up? - I think we assume too much.
- Really? - We don't know if Waltin is involved.
He doesn't match the witness descriptions.
I don't assume very much, I just look at what we have.
A bunch of strange circumstances. A chain of circumstantial evidence-
- that connects Waltin to the gun - to the perpetrator and back to Waltin.
Then we try to connect all the dots, to end up with a break in this case.
DEATH OF A PILGRIM
The operation was a success, despite that our two operatives lost Krassner.
But we got away with it. Yes, he killed himself, but that's not on us.
If he was stoned or simply depressed is something I won't lose sleep over.
Krassner isn't a security concern anymore.
And I suppose he never was.
- How much do the two operatives know? - Nothing. Not even that Krassner is dead.
- Who's running the prelim? - I think it's Bäckström.
- For once I feel totally safe. - Is he alive, with that liver?
I suggest that you skim through the 50-odd pages of complete confusion.
Could be the draft of a spy novel. Maybe some sort of roman ā clef.
- If I put it like this - names are named. - "Names are named"? What's it about?
I have grazed the pages of his literary efforts, and I have to say - it's rubbish.
And that's all? No material on Buchanan?
No. And I agree that it's strange.
The two operatives, who else? Eriksson?
I will take care of her. Her assignment is over.
I'll take over from now on, and hope to put this operation behind us soon.
If we're to accept blame for anything, it's for not realizing how crazy he was.
So SÄPO was there. At Krassner's place?
Unclear. But they chaperoned a South African student in Krassner's corridor.
He has a girlfriend, Louise Eriksson. She turns out to be a colleague.
She went to SÄPO after school, I'm sure she's undercover with them.
She goes by Jeanette, but when she's studying at the university, she's Louise.
- Eriksson? I don't know her. - Looks like she just turned 17.
- She's his girlfriend that night. - Is the South African of interest?
We don't know. His name is M'boye.
- Where is he now? - Back in South Africa.
- Involved in Krassner's death? - He's with Eriksson at the time.
211 pounds! The fucking scale is broken.
Sarah Weissman was convinced that Krassner wouldn't take his own life.
- Why don't you poke around in this? - You think SÄPO killed Krassner?
- What's going on here, Johansson? - Works just fine. 250 lbs on the dot.
Bäckström says it's a suicide and the guys at homicide has closed the case.
What is it, Persson? I know you better than I know my wife, so just spit it out.
Something just doesn't add up. What he does before the jump, the late decision.
I'm sorry, but that's pretty normal.
He cancels a meeting, he wanders around in the city, goes home and takes action...
Exactly.
Are you eating that?
What else?
- Waltin. - What about him?
Is it anything in particular?
No, I just don't trust him.
Have you heard anything?
Get rid of the bastard.
- There's a thing I don't understand. - What? I find that hard to believe.
Dan... M'Boye... was late to our meeting.
He told me that on his way out, he met Krassner, going in.
Really?
Just before 8 p. m. - during the search of his apartment.
Correct. Good thinking, Eriksson.
It's just that our operative started the operation early.
And since there was little of importance in the apartment, he finished up quickly.
It must've been a matter of minutes.
I don't think you should waste more time on that. We have bigger things at hand.
I've received word about irregularities concerning your latest algebra test.
Oops.
The principal would like an explanation.
I hope there's a way to appease him.
Well, we'll see about that.
I hope the principal won't be too harsch.
Well, in cases like this one, a firm hand may be called for.
Oh...
Can you recall a really bad dream?
Well... No. But I remember a nice one.
I was part of a disarmament agreement and the crowd outside was cheering.
You pharisee.
I remember that better than bad dreams.
How was the meeting with Krassner?
The meeting with Krassner?
Yes, how was it?
Perfectly fine.
How nice. What...
... did you discuss?
The snake never showed up.
He didn't show up?
I'm glad that your hearing seems to be working, Waltin. That's correct.
He never showed up. Instead, I read a good book, - on stochastic processes.
- You never considered to call me? - No.
But I did call your boss.
Oh, you didn't know, and no wonder.
A machine picked up.
- And you left no message? - I never talk to the things.
That would breach the nature of our work.
Krassner's dead.
- He committed suicide. - Of course he did.
And now you want me to assure the less covert part of the police force-
of the young American's deep depression?
- No, I don't. - No?
Just tell the truth. He wanted an interview, but he never showed.
- And would you please... ? - Stay sober enough to leave you out?
With all your influence in Sweden and in the world, can't you stop the wars?
Well, I'm not all that influential, but I... Thanks for seeing me on such short notice.
I'll show myself out. ... spent time and energy on-
-working with others promoting peace...
PRESENT DAY
There is a weapon matching the tip Bäckström gave us.
Spånga, 1983. A painter, slash hunter shoots his daughter, her boyfriend-
- and himself. The weapon was seized. - Good, what do we call that, Mattei?
- God, I did the exam 6 years ago. - And you were top of your class.
I believe it's called "extended suicide".
- What year was this? - 1983.
An interesting name and an interesting weapon. What do we have on Waltin?
Claes Adolf Waltin, raised in Stockholm as an only child, parents divorced early.
But hang on... Who names a child "Adolf"? Anyway, he starts at the police force 1975.
10 years on, he's the right hand man to SÄPO's boss.
Bureau chief Berg... Waltin ran his own little operation out of his home.
The so called "public sector" was shut down 1986 due to "accounting issues".
Our interpretation is that he was an asshole of epic proportions.
Eriksson, check the gun with forensics.
Get the identity of Bäckström's informant, and I don't care how.
The Ruger? The one Bäckström was on about?
Exactly.
- What's up with you and Bäckström? - Nothing.
Some are attracted to chubby guys.
- Can I have a look at it? - Sorry, it's not here.
- Where is it? - Nowhere.
I have a documented release to the armed forces for gun-scrapping in october 1988.
- You don't keep all weapons? - We keep the ones of interest.
- This one is of interest. - Regarding an investigation?
We scrap sawed-off shotguns and such.
- It was in poor condition? - It should have been.
This is strange...
What?
The owner was a hunter and they're usually meticulous about their guns.
- And the bullets from the ballistics? - I can look for them.
I suspect they went out with the trash.
- Coffee? - No, thank you.
- Thanks a lot. - Sure, anytime.
Fuck... Can't you just call?
Your tip is crap. The Ruger was scrapped in 1988. I'm interrogating your informant.
- Forget it! I'm not giving up his name. - Art dealer G:son Henning, Stockholm.
- How the fuck... - Well, we're cops.
Sending email is like sending a postcard. Anyone can read it.
The informant was quite easy to find. We know at which bar you meet up.
Then take a look at this for a while.
- What's this? - Wijnbladh.
The bastard worked at forensics in the eighties.
- Looks like someone who never got laid. - What about him?
- He helped Waltin. - With what?
He wouldn't say, but he got praise from SÄPO.
Why don't you return to your fucking boss and tell him that he needs me?
And I'm warning you, - leave my informants alone.
You fucking dyke...
The conclusion of the Krassner- case - unquestionable suicide.
I'm sure we'll survive the grief.
A mutual friend said that you killed him.
You've been talking to Forselius...
- What was Krassner doing in Sweden? - He had started out on a book-project.
- What was it about? - It was supposed to be about your boss.
- And what was his crime this time? - The usual, a Russian spy since the 60's.
But all very incoherent.
- What about his evidence for the claim? - Nothing we haven't read in the papers.
And that's all?
- We worried for no reason, it turns out. - The reason for worry wasn't Krassner-
but his uncle, Buchanan.
Where does he fit in, in all this?
Nowhere.
- Any additional material? - No, we have it all.
- Yes, from here. - You think he has more in the US?
That's something I can't evaluate.
And what's the meaning of the title "The Spy That Went East"?
Well, who knows?
And one more thing. Waltin.
- Yes? - I don't like him. Or his operation.
I feel a strong skepticism regarding Claes Waltin. It needs to be handled.
Just kidding.
Does it tickle?
Perfect...
- I hear Krassner committed suicide. - Yes, of course. From this Waltin?
- Now hold up, you initiated contact. - Yes, with Berg. He's a decent fella.
A bit foolish, like all cops, but a good man to deal with. He does as he's told.
- I should have handled it differently? - You should have left it to the staff.
You know how SÄPO considers the likes of you and your boss?
I can't help to wonder why SÄPO would kill Krassner.
To get their hands on his documents.
- But it was nonsense. - Yes, so they say.
- I knew his uncle, Buchanan. - Why am I not surprised?
- Christmas time is here... - This glorious piece of hell.
I heard that your dear boss waived personal security.
He wants privacy at the official residence.
Time off, with wife, children, christmas tree and presents. He's a simple man.
So am I.
Cheers.
Johansson?
Our representative from the NID.
Special advisor to the prime minister.
- The last time was interesting. - I don't know about that...
- Any new gossip? - I only get paperwork.
Join the club. Too bad your crusade against nightstick-Berg fell through.
Just as expected.
I guess so.
How long was he in custody? 3 days? Is that "team spirit"?
So they say. It doesn't interest me.
- So what's your interest? - The truth.
Excuse my prying. My nickname, for good reason, is Hedda Hopper.
- I don't know who that is. - Look it up sometime.
The question is how bureau chief Berg feels about the black sheep in the family.
That's a question best answered by him.
So there is a trace of said spirit, deep down there.
Touché.
- I don't think he cares. - But you do?
Yes.
- Pathos. - That, I do know what it is.
"Not the type"... We never finished that conversation.
You said that Palme was the wrong type to be spying for the Russians.
I think I said that he was the right type, but not right now.
What did you say?
He's the wrong type to be a Russian spy.
That's right. He is wrong. He's so completely wrong.
It's Johansson. Can we meet?
It's about the prime minister.
To your boss, best regards from Fionn.
- How did you get hold of those papers? - Without asking, I won't explain further.
Christmas shopping on the east coast of the US?
Could be. The dollar is rated pretty low.
- And it's about Palme? - Some of it. Palme wrote parts of it, -
- old correspondence. Some of it is the foundation of Krassner's book.
It appears that Krassner was close to his uncle, Buchanan.
Buchanan worked for the US armed forces.
After WW2, he enlisted Palme to his organization.
Back then, he supported Buchanan's ideas.
Later as prime minister he started to openly criticize US foreign policies.
Krassner argued that Palme betrayed the American cause and Buchanan.
For this reason he wanted to portray Palme as a pro-Russian hypocrite.
"The Spy That Went East".
I see.
And?
I got it privately and he's not suspected of a crime. Thus, you can give it to him.
The fact that he was a spy, like many claim, -
although not for the side they'd expect, -
- is of no interest of mine. I have no political agenda.
I find politics to be quite boring.
- Rid yourself of the headache? - Because it's not my headache.
And I will not meddle in the headaches of others.
Pilgrim.
- How did you get Krassner's documents? - And you?
I haven't seen a sheet. Who do you think I am?
I knew Buchanan, he was a spy. So I did the math.
All there is to it.
Who do you think is behind it?
Who wants to awaken the sleeping bear?
- Waltin. - Yes?
Have you told him to vacate his office? Bye.
We could have seen this coming, he hasn't been flying straight for years.
- We don't know which operatives he uses. - He's been a valuable asset, as you know.
The trick is to uphold balance. The whole thing is toppling over.
Are you willing to take the fall?
I will discuss it with him.
- Will that make you happy? - I'd rather take care of him.
You're the best boss the department's ever had.
The best one I've had.
Ever.
- I can't let Krassner go. - Ants in your pants?
The prelim may be cancelled, but I am sure Berg knows what really happened.
- Is it like a pimple on your butt? - Berg knows. But not that I know.
He'll get a chance to set things right, of what's left to set right.
Berg?
Distinguished guests show up early I see.
Step right in.
It's 11. 30 a. m. I hope I'm not intruding.
No, what is it about?
You own a cat?
- Is it brand new? - No, 18th century.
So... what's this about?
We...
- There's been issues with the enterprise. - The social democrats wants to stop me.
Don't take it personal.
- Because of Krassner? - I can't see how.
- We did nothing to be ashamed of. - Krassner is ancient history, Claes.
- Then what is it? - It's not my call...
I guess it's political.
Political? What the fuck is that?
Well, if you could stop by the office and hand over your files and bookkeeping...
Well, I won't disturb you any longer...
It's me.
Come home, I need your help.
Claes?
What has happened?
I think your operative faced a situation which then forced him to kill Krassner.
- Don't call it "my operative". - You're ultimately responsible.
Yes.
Yes, it stinks.
- In that case they're guilty of murder. - Not "them". Just him, the operative.
The colleagues are convinced that it's a suicide. Any evidence to the contrary-
is long gone. What's the operatives name?
Then ask your colleagues at SÄPO, see if they'll give you an answer.
They dismissed it as a suicide...
... so...
... . we can't even do a prelim.
No, you can't.
- You say Krassner was murdered? - I'm absolutely convinced of it.
So?
I won't pursue this, out of respect for you, but there is one condition.
Get rid of those responsible.
That has been taken care of.
Good.
Will you take the check?
They're shutting me down.
The entire operation.
They're shutting down a perfectly healthy operation because of some political heat.
After everything that I've done.
Everything that I have dug up.
All the crap that I've covered up.
All the shabby details that I've buried.
It's that fucking cunt Persson!
With his fucking polyester pants, ...
... disgusting falukorv and sickening propaganda for the social democrats.
I can't just let them do this.
I can't let them sacrifice me.
Don't go anywhere.
I'll be in touch.
Berg's in a meeting. It's running late.
- What's it about? - I don't know.
- Who's there. - The head of the bodyguards.
Good ol' Söderström.
- You fired him too? - No, the same old problem.
I see.
- What's our fearless leader up to now? - He wants to barrel-ride Niagara Falls.
Isn't that refreshing? Persson made a blunt attempt at humor.
Good. We all have to start somewhere.
Palme just cancelled his security. He may see a movie with his wife.
Nothing we haven't heard before.
How nice.
- Are they seeing anything good? - Some Mozart thing.
- But he'll probably stay at home. - Mozart. That was a gifted man.
Constantly harassed and questioned by less gifted men.
Is there something you want to say, Claes?
I thought that I just did.
- Is that for me? - Yes, I'm sorry.
All that's left.
Good. Thank you.
- Well, it's a shame... - Give me a break.
- You'll have to excuse me... - Yes, of course.
Goodbye, Claes. It's been a good ride.
Don't be sad, Persson. I'm quite convinced that we'll meet again.
Not if I see you first.
Wijnbladh, my man, how's it hanging?
Don't worry, refinement comes in many shapes and sized, don't be embarrassed.
- Stressful times? - Well, yes...
Your good friend Claes just felt the urge to acquire some art.
Let's see...
- So you store them in here? - This is the one. A Matisse.
- Yes, that's nice. - I got it last week.
- I like the simplicity of it. - Yes, totally.
- Really nice, who had it? - I don't know.
But I have so many Matisse.
But it's nice. Very nice.
I'm done, but you did the right thing.
A whole hell of nasty shit you have here.
Mostly confiscations, but we also buy stuff for the library.
I'm sorry that I couldn't be of any help.
No worries, Wijnbladh.
You've been plenty helpful.
Bye.
PRESENT DAY
What did you call killing your wife, kids and then yourself?
The painter's bullet. I read about the case in school.
- It was still in the archives. - Gold star. 1-1.
Palme was killed with. 357 Magnum ammo.
- Where does this come from? - Extended suicide in Spånga 1983.
83? Is she spoken for, your colleague?
- Yes, she is. - Different guns create-
- different characteristics, - - Engaged, actually.
and different imprints on the bullets.
- I know. - So why do you need me?
I want to know a specific thing about this bullet.
You've made that clear. I thought I'd give you a bit more for you not to fumble when-
- relaying the information to your colleagues. Such as this bullet-
match the marks on the Palme-bullet.
But there are other marks too, probably due to the softer mantle on this bullet.
The probability that it's the same gun?
75-80% chance.
So what do you think?
I think...
... it's the same gun. But I wouldn't testify to it in court.
Coward...
There's a 75% chance that our bullet was fired with the murder weapon.
- Maybe 80. - That won't hold in court.
Okay, take the weapon. How did he get to the gun at forensics? Who's his contact?
- Wijnbladh. - How do you know?
- Bäckström. - Bäckström?
- Maybe he should be a part of our group. - Wijnbladh was even decorated by SÄPO.
I want to know everything there is to know about Waltin.
G:son Henning, Wijnbladh and Bäckström will be interrogated, and in that order.
- There's this nice restaurant... - No, I can't. Some other time.
Claes Waltin? Long time ago. Yes, we met at a bar on Biblioteksgatan.
He was 20, I was 10 years older. He had inherited money, so I helped him buy art.
We were acquaintances rather than friends.
Did he have any friends that you knew of?
No... But lots of women.
Lots of very young, beautiful women.
"Take them in the stride" as he used to say.
- How did you find me? - Does it matter?
- Yes. Bäckström, is it? - You told him about the Palme-weapon.
- Well, I've never broken the law. - Okay, but tell us what you know.
Waltin showed me a photograph of the gun.
The gun rested on a newspaper that was dated 1 march, 1986.
The headline said "Olof Palme murdered".
- He didn't say how he got it? - No, he said he had access to it.
That it was in mint condition and that it was safely stored in the lion's den.
He denied any involvement on his part.
I don't want you to tell Waltin that we were here.
28 FEBRUARY 1986
His security was dismissed, but he may go to the movies.
- "May"? - We could get lucky.
- He lives in the same, old apartment? - Yes.
This operation's outside of normal procedure. The stakes are higher.
Will that be a problem for you?
And the compensation will of course be of a different order.
I'm sure you won't be disappointed.
I bought you some goodies.
It's in the fridge.
I can pick up the leftovers tomorrow.
Prime minister Olof Palme is dead.
He was murdered in the center of Stockholm at 11 p. m. yesterday.
Olof Palme and his wife had been to the cinema Grand.
A man shot Palme with two rounds to the chest.
He was rushed to hospital, but he was pronounced dead shortly after arriving.
I knew you'd be back. Matisse is Matisse after all.
And this piece is so great in its simplicity.
I mean, just look at this.
With only one pen, all this...
At the police press conference, chief commissioner Hans Holmér displayed-
-two guns, one short barrel and one long.
This type of gun killed Olof Palme.
At this point we can say with certainty that the gun is a Smith & Wesson. 357.
There is a statistical chance of error but that won't effect the investigation.
Idiot...
The ammunition is made by Winchester...
1 MARCH 1986
- Well, I don't know what to say. - Being emotional isn't your forté.
- So what do you have? - Nothing. They... we were too late.
- I'm sorry on behalf of the entire force. - With all due respect, shove that excuse.
This will haunt you and the bloody police force until hell freezes over.
- Good people are all over this. - The bald character on TV?
Well, excuse my skepticism.
Well...
Now that we've paid our respects, we can go home and get drunk.
DEATH OF A PILGRIM
PRESENT DAY
Hallo?
G:son?
What? I didn't say anything.
It's the gossipmonger who's prying.
She doesn't know anything.
G:son, listen to me.
Listen!
Who was that?
Who the fuck are you?
He resigns, but why that sudden?
And it was on his own request, but why?
- Or he'd be fired. - Have some food.
I've eaten. This is to stay between us:
Waltin's operation was engulfed in all kinds of financial irregularities.
The operation was unconstitutional. Waltin seemed to be in it for money.
The accountants flipped when they heard about it and the justice department ruled-
- the operation as unlawful. That's the official version. The truth is that Berg-
- got rid of Waltin after pressure from people close to him. Including myself.
One thing we should discuss if he was involved in the murder; motive.
- I'm not a big fan of motives. - He sees it as judicial indulgence.
I don't think it's helpful during reconnaissance.
In my experience, motives are very obvious or pure madness.
His background - he's named Adolf, an absent father and a dominating mother, -
- this is classical psychological... - I think Waltin's motive was money.
What's the financial gain of killing Palme? Or was he paid to do it?
Power! His driving force was his thirst for power.
When they decided to shut his operation down he became like a wounded animal.
He took it personally.
As he should, but... in this insane way.
He became super paranoid.
But more than anything...
... he became extremely hateful.
He's...
... a very sick individual.
- You know, don't you? - I didn't, but I do now.
I knew that you knew him, that you were there during Krassner.
And I've heard the rumors about Waltin.
Do you want to talk about it?
I was young and curious, ...
... he was handsome and courteous.
Such a classic case, and so very trite.
Sadly, we tend to be drawn to that kind of male dominance.
It was playful, exciting and forbidden.
I felt like an adult.
Repeated rapes, sometimes with weapons.
Methodical physical and emotional abuse.
Cigarillos.
I still have to puke when I smell it.
- Why didn't you bust him? - Shame... . and terror.
I was convinced that he would kill me.
- Did he kill Palme? - Is that all you have to say?
- I'm not your therapist. - Thank God for that.
- The description doesn't match. - Could he have pulled the strings?
Is he sick enough to do it? Absolutely!
- Are we done? - I'm sorry.
I'd like to cut his eyes out with a rusty-
- spoon, while shoving a broken bottle up his ass.
Now that it's out, I have to ask - do you want to step away from this?
Even if I know what your answer will be.
No.
Good. I need you.
You keep in shape, I see.
I'll admit, my shape...
... has been better.
The boat's running okay?
I have always appreciated that with you, Kjell Göran.
You possess this...
... exquisite doglike quality.
So taciturn, ...
... so loyal.
And most importantly...
The very notion of biting the hand that feeds you would never enter your mind.
You know what we should do?
We should go out to sea.
Do some fishing.
Let's do that, Claes. It will be nice.
- Lars Martin Johansson. - It's been awhile.
I'd say. Come on in.
- You didn't have to... - I was eating and it's nice with company.
How'd you like the homemade mash?
- Honestly? - Yes.
- It's just like my grandmother's. - That's good.
Was it liver cancer Berg got?
Pancreas.
Instead of a gold watch for his services.
He went fast.
I always cook a big batch.
It's good for freezing.
I forgot this.
- Here you go. - Vegetables too?
I have no plans of dying, myself.
- Neither do I. - No, I heard... .
You married the mail lady, did you?
Pia is an executive at the post services.
Her office ought to be safe from robbery.
And the murder? Getting anywhere?
What do you think of Waltin?
Now you worry me. Waltin is a fool, -
- no good for nothing. No way he shot Palme.
And he's a fucking coward too. But if there's money involved, he'd be there.
- And... - What?
Well, there was some gossip about his interest in women and the results of it.
I'm sure he slapped a few women around, but shoot Palme? Never.
- Why not? - He's not the type.
Maybe he wasn't the shooter. But he could still be involved.
- Now you worry me. - You already said that.
So you say Waltin is part of a conspiracy? Among colleagues?
Everyone stays away from Waltin.
And the bodyguards liked Palme.
- Even if they didn't vote for him. - So who did it then?
Probably someone like Pettersson. A rough bastard who didn't care.
He got a chance and he took it.
Drop Waltin.
- Well, thank you. - Thanks.
- Take care. - You too.
Hey, I'm pissed... or disappointed. In you and the fucking human race.
Really?
To a real cop, like me, the identities of the informants are sacred.
G:son called and was furious, as he should be. You tricked me.
- You're worried about the reward? - No, I'm worried about treacherous-
- colleagues, a decomposing police force. I never expected any reward for my work.
Who gave you the tip on the gun? Who named Waltin and Wijnbladh?
You've scared poor Wijnbladh shitless. Without me you wouldn't have anything.
What do you have to say? Now, this means war, Eriksson. You hear? War!
- Why do you want to talk to me? - Tell us how you knew Waltin.
You were at SÄPO, you know him too.
I hear you're good friend.
I've known him since the 80's.
I guided him in forensic matters, and we shared an interest in art.
Did he ask you about weapons?
- In general? - Or specifically.
- I can't say, due to national security. - Sounds like something Waltin said.
I was even awarded.
- You mean this? - Where did you... ?
- The chief commissioner enters... - Shut it off. Let's get serious here.
Since when does SÄPO give out medals?
Look at it! $2 on eBay. I have one, but in silver.
Second prize in a box car rally.
I was operations manager for SÄPO for years. What is said now is confidential.
Why did you get the medal?
Waltin asked me about fingerprints and ways of analyzing and securing leads.
Keep going, Wijnbladh.
In september 1988 I handed Waltin a revolver. It was kept at forensics.
It was seized at a extended suicide 1983.
- In Spånga? - Mmm.
Waltin called and explained that SÄPO needed to confiscate a certain weapon.
It was a matter of national security.
I was sworn to secrecy about this.
Well, we forced you then.
If anyone asks, you had a gun to your head.
Levin, get a service weapon.
He wanted the ballistics for the gun, and asked me to fabricate a scrapping-order.
- Oops. - All traces of the gun had to disappear.
I did as I was told, and...
... two weeks later, I got the medal.
It was handed over during a fancy dinner at Waltin's.
When was the last time you saw Waltin?
It was quite some time ago.
Somehow he went missing.
- What's your verdict on Wijnbladh? - What's yours?
A poor forgery and a worse joke.
The letterhead says the forensics at SÄPO, signed by official 4711.
Sadly, 4711's signature is unreadable.
Waltin had a good copier and imagination.
- And the thank you-note? - Mattei, the sceptic. I don't think Berg-
- wrote "For your meritorious services in preservation of national security".
- How does it point to Palme's murder? - Eriksson, give me your explanation.
Okay. Hypothesis-
- the revolver is the murder weapon. Waltin somehow gets it from forensics.
Wijnbladh didn't watch the guns 24/7.
He gives the gun to the perpetrator. And I agree, Waltin isn't the shooter.
After the murder Waltin returns the gun without being noticed.
Into the lion's den?
A few years later, he gets the gun again, -
- through Wijnbladh. It's a trophy he wants at all cost.
Or he thinks it's the murder weapon and wants to sell it to some collector.
- Levin, what about you? - I agree with Jeanette.
That's my name.
That would explain the parking ticket. The perpetrator went to SÄPO's secret-
apartment on the night of the murder.
Good. Not a bad conspiracy theory, -
- Waltin gets the gun, and his partner shoots.
So who's the shooter?
You're scheduled for a training- course. "Gender Equality".
What? Who the fuck decided that?
- God? - Management.
It's Eriksson and the Laplander fuck.
- Johansson called. - Eriksson's behind it.
I'm not going anywhere, pass that along to the bitch.
- They mentioned some tapes. - Why send you?
- I'm giving you a ride. - I'll fuck her until she begs for mercy!
Listen to this, from a hearing:
"I saw an acquaintance in a restaurant on Sveavägen. In the 70's, the bastard-
was an investigator, then he joined SÄPO.
He watched his watch a lot and by 11 p. m. he left. " - Anonymous.
A month later, - "Boy, you're slow. Are the media a better recipient?
You dear colleague was in the restaurant before sneaking off and doing the work. "
He looks just like him". - Investigator then SÄPO?
Someone took this seriously and sent the description to SÄPO and the person that-
- matched it the best was official 4711. He retired in 1982 and lives abroad.
The fingerprints belongs to Marja Ruotsalainen, a criminal addict.
Marja Ruotsalainen, you said?
Alive, on disability, lives in Tyresö.
- Bye. - Are both of you going?
4711. That's a german eau de cologne.
And the number Waltin used on the fake document to Wijnbladh.
Recite the description.
- It's short. - Just read it.
Worked as investigator, joined SÄPO and left in the early 80's. Dark, 5' 9"-
and well-built. Nothing that stands out.
- Are you listening to me? - Fuck!!
How the hell could I forget that asshole?
Kjell Göran Hedberg.
Look it up.
Ruotsalainen was at the restaurant with her boyfriend on the night of the murder.
He wrote the letters.
Hedberg busted her a decade before.
He was a fascist. He twisted her arms and called her a slut. And she was 16.
A few years on, she saw him again when he was on bodyguard duty.
- Guess for whom. - Mmm. Sit down.
Friday the 13th in May 1977, Hedberg robbed a post office.
He was actually on duty that day, protecting the minister of justice.
This day the minister wants to visit his favourite whore living nearby.
Hedberg was relieved and robbed the post office. He stole $40.000.
A lot of money back then.
He also disposed of two witnesses.
I was there when we busted him, but he got off. We couldn't prove a thing. Why?
- The minister gave him alibi? - Yes, what else could he do?
He reassigned to desk duty and quit SÄPO a few years after that.
After that, he may have moved abroad.
- That's it? - No.
I have reason to believe that Waltin used Hedberg as his own "external operative".
For instance, Hedberg performed a search at a student dormitory in 1985.
It resulted in an American citizen being thrown out of a window. John Krassner.
What was Hedberg like?
Cold, rational, lethal. A true psychopath.
I bet he's the one holding the Ruger.
Keep digging.
Johansson.
What?
Yes. Thank you.
Bäckström is in hospital.
Had a heart attack during the course. Surely set on by all the equality talk.
We were walking up Sveavägen and all of the sudden I see Kjell Göran.
We were old classmates as well as neighbours.
But this night...
... there was something about the way he walked. It was so typical for Kjell Göran.
- What night? - That night.
Who gave you permission for the interview?
It was on my own initiative. But listen.
... so goal-oriented.
- Did he see you? - No.
- His attention was across Sveavägen. - While walking towards Kungsgatan?
- Why not come forward sooner? - She never suspected Hedberg.
A year later, when "police conspiracy" hit the papers, she started to think.
- But her company/lover is also her boss. - He doesn't want the affair to be known.
In March, '89 she comes forward, to say that she didn't see Christer Pettersson.
- Didn't see Pettersson? Great. - Everyone thought he was guilty.
- Not everyone. - Everyone initiated.
Getrud Rosenberg talks to one of the investigators for 10 minutes, without-
- ever mentioning... - Her old classmate.
And she ends up in the "crazy tip"-folder.
Why?
That's it - "I didn't see Pettersson". - Consequently, the crazy tip-folder.
After that she's silent.
- Conclusion? - In my opinion-
- she puts Hedberg at the crime scene at the right time.
Probably before he crossed Sveavägen to follow Palme.
I agree.
- Gold star? - Why? For jeopardizing the investigation?
You may have warned our suspect. She could be in contact with Hedberg.
I deduct a gold star. 1-0 to Levin.
Stop pouting. 2 stars for the result of the interview. 2-1 to Mattei.
Hedberg moved to Spain 24 years ago.
7 years ago, he's renewing his passport. He states an address on Palma, Mallorca.
Waltin left for Mallorca a few days ago. Coincidence? I don't think so.
Eriksson, you and I will fly to Mallorca. You two will keep things at bay here.
This trip is just as covert as a monk in a whorehouse. You don't know where I am.
That's an ancient address, left by a man who wants to remain hidden.
Yes, but we have to start somewhere. I think he's on Mallorca.
- How do you know? - Just a feeling.
One of those that lets you see around corners.
- Hola. - Hola.
Hi.
- So what's up? Any progress? - They found a body in the water.
Just outside of... Cala Figuera. No ID. Not a local according to the coroner.
- So what now? - We're on our way to look at the body.
Levin? Can you hear me?
Hi. Yes, we'll get him soon. We're coordinating with the local police.
Yes, it was Waltin.
Hedberg did it good. Water in the lungs, alcohol in his blood, no signs of a fight.
Looked like a normal drowning.
Yes, Hedberg is well known here. He's lived here for so long now.
Sure... we'll move in soon, don't know exactly when.
Of course. Good. Bye.
How you abuse that phone...
- What's with the grin? - Nothing.
- So how are you? - I've never felt better.
They strike in 20 minutes.
I understand.
When?
What's next?
- We can still find him... - He could be halfway to Africa by now.
It's me. No...
No... We lost him. - We lost them both.
He had a damn escape-elevator. Just like in a James Bond-movie.
So weird... I don't know what our next move is.
- Hang up! - What?
Hang up!
Get the Spanish police. There he is!
- Okay, but what should I say? - Get a chopper, a boat, anything!
Kjell Göran Hedberg?
Greetings from the Swedish welfare state.
Wave to your audience.
CAN WE MEET? I'M BUYING DINNER. /PERSSON
You didn't get that tan at home.
No, I left for a week.
Where to? Greece? Spain?
- Mallorca. - Mallorca?
It's nice this time of year. The best time really. No scorching heat, cool nights.
Funny coincidence. I sent down two co-workers to Palma last monday.
Something tells me that it's no surprise to you.
Co-workers? So you didn't go there yourself? Your cheeks look a bit rosy.
Tanning lamp.
How long have you known that Hedberg lived there?
Since I searched Waltin's apartment.
I realized who he did business with.
- He used Hedberg as an external operative. - I know.
I think I know why he had to kill Waltin.
Waltin was going downhill.
He drank and talked too much.
He hung around with the wrong people.
He posed a security risk.
Hedberg wasn't happy to be facing life in jail over Waltin.
So I decided to send him a final greeting.
- It's your fault. - My fault?
Yes. When you showed up at my place, I put two and two together.
I did this for Berg.
His posthuman reputation would be tarnished with Hedberg in court.
The entire force would be dragged in the mud.
I don't think you'd be amused when the media vultures feasted on you.
It never occurred to you that I can throw you in jail?
If so, I wouldn't know what you were talking about.
One of the benefits of discussing it in the sauna. Nowhere to hide a microphone.
Are you going public with this?
With what? Everyone's dead.
And apparently no one can confirm what I know.
After all, the truth is finally known.
At least for some of us.
You mean people's need to know the truth? Closure?
I thought you should have this.
A souvenir.
And the gun?
I have no idea.
I know who murdered Olof Palme.