The points required for admission to universities are still going down, and more -
- and more school-leavers are lacking the expected proficiency in reading and writing.
The Association of Academics fears that the unemployment among university graduates -
- will increase drastically because of the record admission. The number of students -
- is doubled, whereas the number of teachers has not increased appreciably... -
Cuddles... When did you sneak in?
March 261974 the police arrive at an apartment -
after a call from the neighbours who heard a shot.
The police break through the door, which is bolted from the inside -
- and in the darkness they find a man seated in front of the TV -
- shot dead: One shot to the chest.
There is a gun on the floor under the TV.
All windows are closed and locked from the inside.
What happened?
- Clue! - Wait...
If we're going to wait for Sherlock to finish, we'll never get home today.
Okay...
- There was a string... - On the wall behind the television.
He had frozen the butt of the gun in a block of ice which he placed on the TV.
The string was attached to the trigger, the ice melted, the gun tipped forward and fired.
The recoil thrust the gun backwards and it slid in under the TV.
When enough ice had melted, the water ran into the TV causing it to blow the fuse.
A clear case of suicide. If it was a real case, which I doubt.
Yes...
- You're clever! - That didn't take much brains.
Peter Larsson, 25 years of age, lives in Södertälje.
Drove his car after a rippin' night on the town and an hour later -
both he and his car were scattered along the railroad tracks.
The trunk lid wasn't found 'til yesterday.
- No leads this time either? - Nothing, apart from the signature.
Swahn, you're in charge of this case as from now. You have full authority.
Jessica Hansson did the forensic psychiatric tests on Arenssen.
We have a fairly limited base, what we do have is statistics.
85% of all serial killers are men.
42% of them are between the ages of 30 and 50. 78% are driven by a fixation -
the higher purpose of which justifies their actions.
Why arranging the murders to look like accidents?
I don't know. Nor do I see a pattern in these two cases.
But it's unusual for a killer to choose his victims randomly.
I think it will be easier to see once we have more material.
If...
When. 92% don't stop 'til they're caught.
Much better than shooting at a paper target. Quite an epinephrine rush, isn't it?
- I don't notice any difference. - Okay...
I've got tickets to a magic show tonight. Wanna go?
Well... a few of us are going out to grab a bite... actually it's Annika and Per who...
That's cool... Have I told you that I'm analyzing a murder case from the fifties?
- Still unsolved... - How you can study as much as you do...
- It's about getting one step closer! - Sure it's good to hone one's intellect but...
Well it gets to rest when you see Per and Annika...
Well, enjoy your magic show...
- I've got tickets for a magic show... - I can't. I'm visiting...
relatives...
- Well... call me if your plans get cancelled. - Yeah...
But don't wait too long. There are others who want them!
What I am about to say is confidential.
I'm putting together a team of colleagues, crime-technicians and psychologists...
When I saw you, that student you always talk about came to mind. What's was his name...?
- Johan Ståhl. - Yes, that's the one...
- Is he as good as you say? - The other students call him Sherlock.
I could have use of an unbridled freethinker.
- A student? - He is still unaffected of our traditional -
- ways of thinking. That may be a plus...
Well, I'd say he's unaffected by most traditions. Which isn't always an advantage.
Arrange for him to be at the team meeting in the morning. You can never tell.
Good morning.
Okay... Where are we at with this case?
The preliminary lab report on the car is in. The ignition wires were torn off and -
- the door lock knobs cut off. - Okay... Anything else?
And you are?
Johan Ståhl... I got a message that I should be here. Chief inspector Erik Swahn...
Aah, yes, right... I'm the one who's... Johan is in his last year at the academy.
This is a hell of a time to bring in a student trainee...
- Johan is said to have a very good intuition. - Really...
So, are you getting any vibes?
Yes, that you are the type who would gain from not talking too much.
Well, he's a quick study.
I would suggest that we take things a bit more seriously! Do you have anything to add?
I have just finished reading the material... and have nothing to add, at present...
- You don't. Well then... - more than that they are accidents.
- They're arranged to look like accidents... - Yes, but we know that they are not -
- accidents since he leaves messages beside the bodies...
Well now he does, yes.
Franke, check all unusual accidents with fatal outcomes in the past few months...
Why would he suddenly start leaving messages if he hasn't before?
Because it's not as much fun being smart if no one knows you are.
- Who is he? - Johan Ståhl, 23, a graduating senior.
Top of the class in all subjects and endowed with unusual analytical abilities.
- SÄPO is just waiting for him to graduate. - Okay, but he's your responsibility.
In what detective novel did you read that, kid? - Excuse me?
It's Okay. We could use a guy with a little luck, if we're gonna catch this one.
You're quite the comedian, aren't you?
Thanks...
- Is Ternström still at the academy? - Yes. Unfortunately.
I graduated in -69 and thought I was rid of him. Two years later -
- I attended motorcycle patrol training in Barva. Guess who was the instructor?
Up and down the gravel pits... up and down...
and when we came back late at night, he had us dismantle the bikes down to the last bolt -
- and put them all back together again... He was a real charmer back then, too.
Swahn! Okay, I'm on my way. They've found something.
We checked all fatal accidents in the past few years. We found three -
- accidents where there had been suspicions of a crime, but the files had been closed.
In one case they found textile fibres in the victim's mouth.
First they worked it up as a crime, but it was later dismissed as an accident.
We are going to meet the last one who saw him alive. She has so far refused to talk.
Do you wanna buy a car stereo? I bought a new one 'n' need to get rid of the extra.
- No thank you. - It's bitchen awesome, with a CD-jukebox...
- Thanks, but I already have one. - How about a police radio-scanner?
I have one of those too. Actually, I have a whole police car. What I don't have is time -
- to fill in reports on fences, but you wouldn't know any, would you? - Hell no...
I understand that it's hard to talk about this... but the more we get to know about Peter's -
last hours alive, the closer we come to understanding what happened.
Oh Mandy... well you came and you gave without taking... -
- but I sent you away oh Mandy...
Barry Manilow rules...
I heard it this morning from some boy-band. Now what's their name...?
- Westlife... - Yeah, that's it... three guys in kilts...
- You know they're from Scotland? - Ireland.
- What? - They're from Ireland. And four...
- Now. They used to be five. - There's three of them. I'll bet a hundred...
- Don't ask me... - A hundred crowns...
- Four. - Yeah, but the guy at the bottom isn't really -
- a member, is he? He mostly just helps carry stuff.
I don't want to talk about it. I don't know anything.
Were you close?
He was friends with Anders, but I don't understand why. He wasn't very nice to him.
How do you mean?
He razzed him about his work 'n' stuff... he thought it was a crappy job.
A young guy and a Finnish mother. He sold tires in Södertälje and she cleaned -
- for Partena in Uppsala. Has the killer just chosen them randomly?
Five story fall. Charlotte Ahlberg, age 33, telemarketer -
- blind and reality show celeb. I guess they'll be disappointed that they missed it.
My guess is that the killer used some sort of remote control device -
- There are marks from a clamp, here. He probably waited -
- for her and flipped the sensor switch when he saw her coming...
Her neighbours saw her an hour ago.
- How did you find the signature? - It wasn't hard to find.
On a positive note, we've received several tip-offs from the public.
Unfortunately they include tips about space-men and Elvis -
so it will take a while to sift through them all.
Okay... let's do some brainstorming. Thoughts on the connections between the victims?
Tire company, Hakkapelitta, Nokia...
Finnish tires - Finnish mom!
- That's no fucking connection... - Don't diss at a brainstorming session!
- Anything else? - Maybe it's a hobby.
- Hell of a hobby... - Swahn...
We found eight more possible homicides. We didn't check the suicides...
It seems that we are on the brink of the largest investigation in Swedish -
- criminal history. We have a possible case of no less than fifteen murder victims.
The first was 2,5 years ago, disguised as a suicide, as were the following seven.
But we might have a clue that'll break the case.
One Andreas Lindberg, twenty-two, found with a broken scull on a stone stairway during -
- a fraternity-party in Uppsala with one thousand people in attendance.
The police suspected criminal intent when the coroner found clothing fibers -
under his finger-nails. But the case was later dismissed as an accident.
We have compared the fibers with the ones from the Finnish female victim in Spånga.
They come from the same clothes.
What makes it really interesting is that there was no signature at the site -
but there was at both the preceeding and the following murders.
This brings up two questions: Why no signature -
- and why murder outside Stockholm, this time?
Perhaps he lives there. In Uppsala.
- Weren't there other ties to Uppsala? - The cleaning woman...
Proclean... Ekonomikum...
Check all the other cases for connections to Uppsala.
Johan, you said that he might live in Uppsala. What's your reasoning?
There seems to be quite some distance between the killer and his victims -
- making the connection difficult to discern.
That is why he dares to sign, triumphantly, with his signature.
But suddenly we have a murder but no signature. Why not? Was it too risky?
Were the killer and the victims too near this time?
Geographically or personally... That could be. He blew his horn about -
- the other murders, but not this one.
Is there any info on who was at that party?
Only on the two hundred who bought tickets for dinner, but most arrived afterwards.
Luckily only those with student union id cards were were admitted.
There are 28183 students in Uppsala...
One of them ought to be the killer...
We'll start by finding and questioning everyone who was there.
If we do that, we'll warn the killer.
Well, what are our options?
The majority of the diners were in the same department as the victim.
I think our best bet is to place someone on the inside.
Sounds good. Who?
I was thinking of Johan.
Isn't it a hell of a risk to throw a student trainee into a thing like this?
We need someone familiar with the student situation and who will easily make friends -
- with the other students. You do make friends easily, don't you?
Eh... Yes...
Are you sure he's the best choice?
The students on the program are between the ages of twenty and thirty-five.
This Monday Johan starts at the University of Uppsala.
The person we are dealing with is probably not a psychopath.
I believe that our killer suffers from a narcissistic personality disorder.
These two personality disorders resemble each other - with an important difference -
- the psychopath is impulse-driven and a bold risk-taker.
He doesn't bother much about covering his tracks, and sooner or later he gets caught.
But not the narcissist?
The narcissist is patient and bides his time.
He is capable of elaborate planning and detailed preparation -
- and exhibits the propensity for cold deliberation that hallmarks this case.
The psychopath winds up behind bars.
The truely successful criminals, the ones who get away with it, are narcissists.
How do you recognize a narcissist?
You don't. At least not by looking for his bad points.
A narcissist is acutely aware of how he is perceived, and he uses that -
- to manipulate his environment. He's egocentric and insensitive -
- but knows that he won't attain his goals by showing it.
Instead, search for someone who is too good to be true.
Good morning...
Welcome to Management Accounting B.
My name is Kjell Johansson and I am in charge of this program.
Those of you who are not prepared to work hard might as well leave the room now.
Very well.
I am sending around an attendance-list, make sure you write your name on it -
- or you will loose your place.
And only one name per person, thank you.
The professor seems rather hard-nosed...
It's here that the chaff is separated from the wheat.
Yes, it seems the tempo is pretty fast here. I used to attend the University of Stockholm.
Normally we don't call that a university.
Is it the demanding work load here that makes suicides so common?
Suicides?
I heard a guy jumped off the stairs in the stairwell at Östgöta frat house.
But that wasn't suicide, it was an accident. He went to this class. His name was Andreas.
- Did you know him? - He used to hang out with Joakim -
- the guy at the coffee machine. But he thinks someone pushed him.
- Are you in line? - No...
Do you know where I can buy a copy machine card? - At the Reception Desk.
- Great... eh... where's that? - I can show you.
- There it is. - Thanks.
Could you get me some information on a friend of Andreas named Joakim Sjöström?
I'm leaving now Göran. Coming?
- No, I need to go over some numbers. - Okay, see you tomorrow.
Hey! Mattias!
Stop fool'n around! Open the door! Open the door!!
Mattias...!
Is this seat taken?
I think we are in the same program.
- Johan. - Joakim.
- The professor seems pretty good. - Mm...
She's a fox.
Nice melons.
- How are things? - Okay...
- Johan here thinks you have nice melons. - Hi.
- Let me know if there's anything I can do... - Thanks...
I apologize.
I was just looking for something to say.
One feels a bit out of place, being new... I'm sorry if I offended you.
Amanda. Her name is Amanda.
- She seems really nice. Are you friends? - I barely know her.
- In that case I'd say she's coming on to you. - What? No, no... she's just... no.
If you're interested, that's fine by me.
Okay everyone... Divide into groups for the projects.
Five, six in each group. Let's get to it.
- Is it okay if I work with you? - Sure.
- How many in your group? - Three.
- Can Lotta and I join you guys? - No way... Well of course!
- Yes, perfect. Will you take us down? - Okay, whose in the group?
Me and Tomas. And Johan. Sorry, what's your last name?
- Bladh... - Johan Bladh...
Shall we meet afterwards and discuss our strategy?
- We could have coffee at Fågelsången? - That sounds good. I'll check with Lotta.
- Hey. - Hi.
Göran Asplund, manager at Norma Foods. The cleaning people found him like this.
There are not many fingerprints here. They seem to clean really well.
- But just here, on the edge of the door... - A thumbprint...
He probably whiped off the knobs and both sides of the door, but forgot the edge...
- Call me as soon as you've run it. - Okay...
- I got five crowns too much change. - Yeah, she didn't seem to be too smart...
- There have to be jobs for them too. - I suppose...
- Got a boyfriend now? - He asked why the place is non-smoking.
- And so you started... - Sure, but isn't it sick?
Up to two thousand people die every year from passive smoking, in Sweden alone!
So I asked him why I wasn't allowed to stab him with a knife... just a little.
So, what are we going to do now?
Our group is supposed to set up a complete annual report for a fictitious company.
It must contain financial statements, fiscal reports, including a disposition of earnings.
We're also to draw up guidelines for the future.
- Well, that doesn't sound too bad. - Shall we divide the work, so some of us -
- do the financial statements and the others do the annual report?
Or should we just pay Joakim to do it all?
We could write about a tobacco company and see how much they earn off each -
- person who died from their products?
- You're really stuck on that issue. - My father died of lung cancer from smoking.
Oh, I'm sorry...
I work tomorrow morning, but I'm free after lunch...
- I can. - Why don't we take our bikes, Odinslund?
I don't have a bicycle.
- It was stolen. - Join the club...
- I take the saddle with me always... - Sure you do.
- It's true! - He does...
This is the real thing...
- Does anyone live outside town? - Where do you live, Johan?
I rent a small studio... in Fålhagen.
Wow, classy. Perhaps we can meet there?
- I hardly have any furniture, so... - You rent unfurnished?
Yeah... should get some things.
Chief Inspector Swahn's phone, Lindström speaking.
- Hi, it's Johan. Is Swahn there? - Then why would I answer? He is busy.
There is a person in class named Amanda. Can you find out where she works?
- This is about the case, right? - Of course it is! Also, I need an ugly bicycle.
Well, I found a match in the data base, but unfortunately, no identity.
- Oh? Where's it from, then? - An escape vehicle from a bank robbery -
- two years ago. This is from the surveillance camera.
The man in black has been identified as one of five bouncers in Nyköping. But none of -
- their prints match the one in the escape vehicle -
- so they must be from this man.
So that is our killer...
No that's included too... yes, please hold and I will transfer you to an agent...
Do you have the voucher file? Thanks.
- Hi, do you work here? - Yes...
- I'm looking for an apartment. - Have you been evicted?
Check out Hemnet...
- We only have our apartments. - Right... The Home?
- A one room apartment? - Yes, that's fine...
Here are all the small apartments. Åkerbloms real-estate agency, one moment please...
Let me just take this.
- Johan. - Linkan here. We think that the killer -
- is in Nyköping so you can come back. - I see... okay...
- I've got to go... - See you in a couple of hours, then.
Okay... bye...
Bye.
The evidence leads to a group of five bouncers in Nyköping.
One of them is one of the robbers.
But the fingerprints in the car, those matching the print off the freezer door -
- aren't from one of them...
So they must be from the other robber, the man in white here.
The bouncers were questioned and placed under surveillance for six months, but nothing.
My guess is that they decided to avoid contact and not to spend any of the money.
But the police haven't had any contact with them for a year and a half now, right? - Right.
What if we send a coded message to the bouncers, from the killer...
that only the right guy would understand... that might make him expose himself?
- What kind of message would that be? - I don't know...
Perhaps something about the bills being marked?
Everyone got their man in the view finder? Okay, let's go. Sending the SMS now.
Well. Not him. Let's see if the others have better luck.
He doesn't seem to have heard it...
Our guy hasn't heard the signal, or maybe he doesn't have his cellphone with him.
Try to call him.
He hasn't got it with him...
Ah.. a missed call... unpublished number... but what have we here, a text message...
Well I'll be... I think we have our man.
- We're on our way. - Okay...
One-four-three-eight in position.
Well then, all we do now is wait.
- Do you have a girl-friend? - No.
I've been married twice. This type of work puts a strain on relationships.
I don't believe in relationships.
A bit pessimistic?
My old man took off when I was born.
- You never wanted to find him? - No...
To me it doesn't matter if he's alive.
Let's pick him up.
You'd better stay here. He might be armed.
I average 45 on the range. Just give me a weapon and I'll come along.
Okay, let's do it, Linkan and Franke will make the arrest. You stay with me.
I haven't done anything and I wont say anything until I can talk to my lawyer.
Well, your partner sure didn't need a lawyer to spill his guts.
He hadn't done anything either, but just "tagged along" as he put it.
The problem is that I don't believe him. I think it was the other way around...
that he was the active party and you were just along for the ride.
You may be a bank robber, but you're not a murderer.
I'm going to give you a chance you don't deserve.
The prosecutor has agreed to move for a lesser sentence for the bank robbery.
You do some quick time and you're out again before you know it.
In return, you verify that your partner is the one who planned the robbery -
- and that you didn't know about the murders.
- What murders? - Precisely.
You have one minute.
You don't know this guy... If he thinks I'm givin' 'im up, I'm dead.
If you read the agreement a bit more closely, you'll see that we'll keep you out of this.
But sure, we can nail him anyhow and then tell him that you helped us.
Off the record, of course...
What the hell...
Twenty...
Nineteen...
- Eighteen... - Okay, but shut up, okay?!
Mikael Wärnström...!
He lives somewhere in northern Uppland. Call me as soon as you have located him.
And you!
Don't you dare take a job anywhere else, when you've graduated.
Wha'do we do now?
I'm contacting the SWAT-team.
It's almost creepy, the way he gets things right, that Johan, don't you think?
Yeah...!
This will be something to tell your class-mates.
I wonder what they'll say when they hear I'm a police...!
I meant at the academy.
Swahn...
Where's that? Okay, call Bodström and tell him to get over there immediately. Bye.
Mikael Wärnström has a place in Skogstibble. Let's get that bastard!
- Seen anything? - Nope. Nothing.
I have a guy disguised as a meter man standing by.
Okay, let's make a call.
- Hello? - Hi, is this the pizza shop?
The suspect is in the house! I repeat, the suspect is in the house!
Send in the electrician.
Crowbar!
- We have found a weapons stash... - Roger that.
How did he get away?
- Ask someone to pick up the phone receiver. - Pick up the phone receiver there...
He forwarded the call.
- Are any of the windows broken in the back? - Are any of the windows broken in the back?
Yes... Opposite the one that's broken.
He shot right through the house...
He's behind you, up at the barn! He's probably got a precision rifle with a silencer!
Bomb in the house, clear out!!
What's happening?
The trail leads to a dirt road, there are fresh tiremarks...
He probably took off in a car.
No trace of the suspect on road 290. We'll do a sweep over the 292 as well.
- How about the guys, over? - They all made it. Over and out.
So close... he could be half-ways to Lappland by now.
There was a car in the woods...
Probably someone picking mushrooms. But we might as well check.
He seems to want all the mushrooms for himself...
- There he is! - Police! Stop or I'll shoot!
Drop the gun!
Freeze!
I heard you had some use of your skill as a marksman...
If you want, I can give you some tips.
So you have never seen any of them?
No...
- I know that you killed them. - Then why do you ask?
- So you admit to killing them? - I admit...
you have an ugly tie!
- This guy is sick... - And a poor sense of humor too.
What's with all the guns?
There's a lot of criminals around now. A body has the right to defend himself, doesn't he?
With ten MP5:S, four Uzis, two Kalaschnikovs and a dozen hand guns?
Mm.
He doesn't seem very smart. He hasn't gone to college...
The only A he has is in wood shop.
He is practically an idiot.
I didn't have any A: S.
It's not him.
- What is it? - It's not him.
Of course it's him!
I think he killed the man in the freezer, but not the others.
The circle. This is the signature the killer scratched on the car trunk.
This is from the elevator doors... And this is from the butcher's.
They are not quite identical.
- This one is mirrored. - As is the photo in the newspaper.
It's not him. He is a copycat.
Damn...
Johan goes back to Uppsala. We will set ourselves up there tomorrow.
A young girl got a 380 volt charge through her body last night at the mall.
Someone had connected the electricity from a children's ride to a railing the girl grabbed...
- Will she live? - They think so.
A cigarette butt was found behind the ride. The lab is checking it.
- Right. - OK. We'll be in touch. Bye.
Wow, you're stronger than you look... Check who's back from the dead!
Sorry, I was sick. I couldn't find your phone-numbers.
You could have phoned the department.
- Sorry, that didn't cross my mind. - He's been sick. He can't help that, right?
- Maybe we can work over the weekend? - I can. But the girls are going on a picnic.
Hike! We're going on a hike!
Lotta used to be a scout leader and I was a Brownie...
Once a scout - always a scout.
Then, perhaps you can help an old man home, later...
Always prepared...
- We're off to a concert tonight. Wanna come? - Sure, what is it?
What was it... Flying Food Circus... at Flustret.
We've got an extra ticket, just in case you would get back.
Thanks...!
- We're going to grill hot dogs... - Hi...
Kjell is here, together with his assistant...
- The assistant? - Yeah. Were you making plans?
- She's hot, isn't she? - Well hello! If it isn't my favorite class!
- You know Anette, of course? - Hi...
Amanda, shouldn't you be at home studying?
- I... - I was just kidding...!
Don't mind him. That's just the way he is...
- What is it? - What did it say?
- It was nothing... - Love letter?
- Did you hear about the accident at the mall? - Yes, apparently she had multiple fractures.
Multiple fractures?
- Several broken bones. - Yes, I know that.
- It just sounded a bit... - I used to work as a nurse's aide.
Nurse's aide? That's quite a change...
Yes, well I mean one needn't be stupid to be an orderly...
no, I mean... well... you're not...
Personally, I think it's just as bad to be an elitist as it is to be a racist.
I believe all people are of equal value.
- That almost sounded religious! - So?
- I believe only in what I can se and touch. - Like your intelligence?
Tea, and a cinnamon bun please.
- Hi. Making progress with Amanda? - Hi, no, doesn't seem like it...
- Can we talk later? - Yes, sure...?
- The English Park at eight? - Yeah...
- It's so good to get out. - Yeah, sure is.
So quiet and peaceful...
- This was a great idea. - Yes, I think so too.
- Do you ever think about Andreas? - Sometimes.
It was such a strange accident...
How do you mean...?
Maybe Joakim is right. Maybe he was pushed.
But who would do such a thing?
No, you're right. Shall we see what's for dinner?
- Hi... - Hi...
- How's it going? - Good!
I haven't slept in a tent since I was ten...
Is there something between you and Tomas?
- I don't know. Does it seem so to you? - Yes...
He's cute. And he's stopped smoking...
- How about you and Johan? - Hardly.
He seems interested in you.
Besides, there's something weird about him... It's like he is two people...
or something...
I can understand if you think I'm silly or paranoid to meet like this but...
I needed someone to talk to and...
You started class after Andreas died...
so I feel I can trust you...
Sure...
Andreas... We were a couple...
Neither of us had come out...
We were moving in together eventually...
Were you at the party?
He was just lying there...
blood oozing from his head...
How horrible...
Mm...
It's just... I don't believe it was an accident.
Andreas said that he felt stalked by someone at school.
But I don't get it...
He hadn't done anything...
- I'm so pathetic... - Joakim...
Lotta...?
Hello...?
- Christ, you scared me! - Where have you been?
Behind a bush...
- Do you need to go? - No...
- Well, good night then. - Good night...
The cigarette butt from the mall was most likely from the killer.
- It seems as though we will get DNA from it. - Yes!
Which doesn't really mean a thing at the moment.
Okay... if Andreas said that he felt like he was being stalked...
did he feel threatened or was he being followed by an unwelcome admirer?
Or maybe he just said so to make Joakim jealous.
Or perhaps Joakim is lying for some reason.
- Although, something tells me he's not. - Could it be someone in your group?
I have a hard time believing that, but...
- How about Amanda? - Hardly.
I suppose you are too interested in laying her to even notice -
- when she stabs you in the back. - I won't dignify that with an answer...
Just don't forget that everyone is a suspect.
- Hey, How you doin'? - Thank you, I feel great...
- I heard you were ill? - I'm much better...
but I probably shouldn't go out for a week. And you?
- Fine, thanks. We're going dancing. - Oh? With whom?
Eh... sure...
- There's something I meant to ask you... - Sure, what?
- Do you think I'm an elitist? - Is that a trick question?
'Scuse me?
Well you do treat people differently...
- How so? - Why are you asking this?
Since we're friends... you know me...
Okay... answer honestly...
The people working at the cafeteria, do you have the same respect for them as for -
- the rest of us? Or the instructors? - I guess it depends...
You are an elitist, Johan. Not only because you think that we are smarter than they are -
- but because intelligence is all that you see!
As if the GPS-system is the whole car!
If you had two children and one of them was a bit slower, would you love that child less?
- No... - Then why do you treat others like that?
Hello...?
It's Linkan. Where the heck are you?
- At the hotel... - We've been trying to reach you all night -
- we'll pick you up in five minutes! - What's up?
- The killer was in Amanda's apartment. - What?
She wasn't home.
She thinks it was a burglar. She didn't see the signature -
- it was on the inside of a kitchen cupboard. - Where is she now?
Bodin is talking with her down at the station.
You think that Linkan is slow...
but he caught on that you were in love with her long before I did. Will it be a problem?
What do you mean "in love"?
It's just that she's so nice... really nice. That is, her, and the others...
We will put her under surveillance.
- Why didn't he succeed? - What?
It doesn't seem like him...
- And why did he leave those traces behind? - I've been thinking about that too.
- Maybe he was in a hurry? - Yeah...
Or maybe he never intended to go through with it.
Perhaps it was to show me that he was serious about what he wrote on the note.
We found this in the trash, outside.
We'll analyze the pigment, but I bet it matches the scribbles on the cupboard.
The good thing is that there's a partial thumb print on it...
- Have you run it? - Yes, but no matches yet.
So, now we have both the murderer's DNA and perhaps even his thumb-print.
If we had a database of the entire population...
Or at least one of the class. Andreas said that he felt threatened at school.
If I can get the warrant, could we check the prints from a hundred and fifty people?
Will there be anything about interest allocation on the exam?
- There could be. - Can you give us an example?
Weren't you here when we went through it last time?
No, I guess you weren't...
I don't have time to go over everything five times, it's not like this was elementary school.
Okay, listen up. Before we quit for today, we have a visitor from the police...
Helena Franke, and she has something to say. The floor is yours. Thank you.
Thank you... I won't take up much of your time. I just need to ask you for a small favor.
This regards an important investigation, for which we need your help -
- to rule you all out of the suspect pool.
We would be very grateful if - as you leave - we could take your thumb print.
It won't be kept in any files, and will be destroyed when we are finished.
I'm sorry I can't go into details, but this is a way to avoid calling you all in for questioning.
I hope you will bear with us. Thank you.
- Hi... - Hi... where have you been?
We took a break...
The police were here taking everyone's fingerprints.
What? This is crazy...
first the break-in at Amanda's... how did it go, by the way?
Fine. I had to fill out a bunch of forms.
It feels a bit scary knowing that someone was in my home. But nothing is missing.
Now, let's talk about something more pleasant!
- We're thinking of going to V-Dala tonight. - Sure, why not!
- Amanda? - No, I... I have something planned.
- But...? - Like what...?
Kjell is going to help me with the Financial Accounting.
I see... that is certainly nice of him...
But is hasn't even started!
Financial Accounting A...
- But that was last year!? - I've tried the exam three times...
I can't figure out why it won't stick! It's like my brain just locks it out.
I think I'm allergic to numbers.
Call when you're done.
- Yeah... I might come by later. - Good.
- How did it go? - It was a long-shot...
Tomas and Lotta weren't there.
There were a total of twelve people absent. If it is someone in the class.
You should know that Amanda will be out tonight.
Kjell is going to help her with an exam. And after that, she'll join us at V-Dala frat house.
Okay.
I'll be in the loo!
Andreas said that he felt stalked by someone at school...
It's here that the chaff is separated from the wheat... Kjell is going to help me...
Uppsala, Kjell Johansson... the address... professor or something like that...
Amanda...!
- Hi... - Hi...
- Amanda isn't here...! - She's at home, she's already gone to bed.
We took his prints. He's our guy.
It's his hand writing.
"I never meant to hurt anyone, but one can't control one's feelings."
"Andreas changed my life. Forgive me. Kjell."
- We never checked his prints... - But how did he get into the party?
He's a professor... He had an invitation...
So he wasn't on the sign-up list...
Right, well, the DNA-analysis should confirm.
But we still don't know what his motive was, or if he even had one.
I think I might know... The victims all had one thing in common...
They... weren't considered very smart...
Kjell was an elitist. He hated weak students and didn't want them to keep up.
He probably thought he was doing the world a favor by killing the ones who couldn't cut it.
A lunatic can have any reason whatsoever.
Johan... we owe you more than just thanks.
Don't mention it... Any genius could have done it.
A girl at the station has been asking about you. That might turn into something...
A person suspected of multiple homicides -
- was found dead in his apartment in Uppsala.
According to our sources, a student at the police academy was instrumental -
in clearing up the case which has paralyzed the police and spread fear -
- throughout Stockholm and environs during the past few weeks.
- Hi... - Hi... am I the first one to arrive?
- I guess... the others will be here in an hour... - Yeah...
Come on in...
I guess I'll flunk this make-up exam as well... I just don't get maths!
- When is it? - Friday.
Numbers are right up my alley... If you want, I could try 'n' help you...
I have classes tomorrow, but apart from that, I could do it anytime.
- But classes are cancelled...? - Right...
Actually I'm not in the program.
- What? - I'm a student at the police academy.
I was here for an investigation... And my name is Johan Ståhl.
- I don't even have a bicycle...! - You're putting me on, right?
Well, I need to get back now to be debriefed...
So, it was all just a lie?
So I doubt we'll see each other tonight, then?
No... no, I guess not...
- Well then, good luck! - Bye...
- But you come anyway, if you want to... - Yeah...
- Bye... - Bye...
- I knew all along you were a cop... - Right...
- So, when will we see your apartment? - He doesn't have one, don't you get it?
- He lives in Stockholm. - Where did you stay here, then?
At a hotel.
So, when you came to the office it wasn't to look for an apartment?
No...
No, of course not. We were all suspects.
- Well, I say we dance! - In a minute...
- Ok, I'll go to the rest-room in the meantime. - Me too.
- Anyone wants anything? - A cola, please.
Cola?
I'm glad this semester is nearly over...
- When do you graduate? - In June.
We'll all come 'n' congratulate you!
- Do you want to...? - Of course! And Tomas thought we should -
- all go away for Christmas. Maybe to the mountains? Tomas has contacts.
- It sounds like fun... - I'm sure you could bring someone...
- Aha... - I was just thinking... if there's someone -
- special... Some... police cutie...? - No... there's no one.
- You're in love with Amanda, aren't you? - Excuse me?
That's why you went to her office, not because you suspected her, but because -
- you wanted to see her. - I think you have the wrong idea.
Okay...
Lovely...
- It's a museum of bad taste... - Well, I thought I didn't fit in!
- So, you will get promoted after this? - I think that'll take a few years...
I can't believe Kjell murdered all those people. That he was a snob was one thing -
- but a cold-blooded killer... And Andreas was basically his pet...
I was sitting next to him that night during dinner... He was super pleasant.
He was telling me about a vacation home he had bought, and he had just met someone...
We talked for quite a while. Until we heard the screams...
But he must have left the table at some point?
- No... - To smoke or something?
No... actually, not.
- We were so into our discussion about... - Wait...
You mean he was with you throughout the entire meal? - Yes...?
- Until you heard screams from the stairwell? - Yes... yeah, that's weird...
- Well he must have left the table... weird... - The main thing is that it's over now.
- Wanna dance? - Yes!
Go ahead... I'm coming...
- How disgustingly ugly! - Yes, especially that painting...
- Yes... - Really bad taste...
How the heck would you know? I took it down before you guys got there!
Lotta described it to me.
- It was given to me when I was fifteen... - That's no defense...
I can't just throw it away...
But Lotta can't have seen it either...
What a shame...
- Emergency Assistance, how can I help? - He's going to kill me...
I'm in the attic of Norrlands...
Jocke...!
- Help me... I'm in the attic... - What...?
- Amanda...! - I'm over here! Watch out... Joakim!
Joakim, you are sick... I can get you help...
- You murdered sixteen people... - You, of all people should understand...
How did we get to where we are today? By billions of years of evolution -
- through the process of natural selection, the supreme law of nature... now gone...
Morons survive breeding even more morons... impoverishing humanity...
Why you?
It fell to my lot. I am the chosen one.
Chosen by God?
By evolution!
Andreas abandoned you for Kjell. So you murdered them...
Kjell killed him. Andreas told me about their affair, we had a row and he fell...
but it was Kjell that killed him.
The murder attempt at the mall to give us Kjell's cigarette butt, his marker at Amanda's...
And the the suicide note... it was a letter to you...
Kjell was apologizing for taking Andreas from you...!
Nice guy, huh?
The hunt for the serial murderer who has put the inhabitants of the Stockolm area -
- into a state of chock had an unexpected unravelling yesterday night. After an action -
- by the police at a students' club in Uppsala a man fell from a roof and died.
According to information from...
How was the funeral...?
Surreal. His father did the eulogy.
I'm alive thanks to you.
You were simply not meant to die.
Did you say "not meant to"?
I thought I'd take the two-o-clock commuter.
Will you be back?
I'm sorry that I lied to you.
Good-bye...
Johan Ståhl...
I was talking to Per and Annika before... and we came to realize that...
- Hi! - Congratulations...
Same here. How is life and love?
It couldn't be better. You'll join us for some cake at my place, won't you?
- I don't know... - Come on, my mother will be there too...
- Erik Swahn... my mother Maria. - Nice to meet you.
I'll just get Amanda...
He's a great kid.
Don't you dare tell him...
- Hi! - Hi!
I'll ride with you, Swahn? So you don't duck out!
- How are things down at the station? - Different...
In what way? - I'm in charge of a new section, working up some special cases...
At the moment the case of a man who died of lung cancer two years ago.
His sister always claimed that he was murdered. At first we thought she was crazy...
but things are starting to fall into place...
So...?
He was murdered...
but we don't know by whom...
But I don't suppose this could be interesting to you...
Funny guy. Quite humorous... really.
- I'd really like you to join us. - Are you kidding?
- What do you say? - What's the catch?
Catch? There's no catch.
- You will be working with Linkan! - I knew it!