- Anything to declare? - No, I've been working.
Been working?
OK, go ahead.
- Anything to declare? - No.
- Where have you been? - I've been over on a job.
- What's in the backpack? - Just sandwiches and stuff.
Please ride over to my colleagues up there.
Hey, stop!
THE COURIER
There was a customs check.
I want to try out for that training course.
What do you think of my chances?
I don't know, Janne.
Not so good.
You know, you're swimming around at mid-level.
I mean, what do you want me to say? Look, we're friends.
I just want to be frank.
Mid-level? I'd make a good boss.
Look, if you want to climb your way up the organization...
...you either have to...
- Don't give me all that. - Come on, listen.
You either have to be an ass-kisser...
...or you have to attain remarkable investigative results.
- Is that you? - You forgot something.
You have to be a bastard, too!
But you're right. I did forget something.
Contacts.
And I"m not talking friends, and so on, but names that pique the interest.
What does your boss say to your ambitions?
- Wallander? - Yes.
He's the type I'm talking about.
If Wallander were to recommend you, your chances would greatly increase.
Hey, you!
You can't just go riding around here!
It's a protected area!
And what's more, you don't have a muffler.
I can't even hear my radio or watch the TV!
It's my birthday today.
I got it as a present from my dad.
Oh, I see.
Congratulations.
Now go home, straight home!
Or enroll with a motorcycle club.
Understood?
Good.
And you've scared Jussi off, too.
Jussi!
- Kurt! - Yes? Hi.
Elias just called.
He's turning twelve today...
...and wanted to try out the present he got from his dad.
I didn't recognize him with his helmet on.
Things are a bit...
...sensitive at the moment.
“Skane sucks.”
- What? - Sucks.
- You don't know the word? - No.
Elias is simply missing his dad, and I guess he thinks it's all my fault.
I"m sorry I'm a little late.
Is it because you ironed your shirt this morning?
This bull terrier attacked a girl on her way home from school.
Anyway, she's since developed avery rare disease in humans...
...leishmaniasis.
Speak English, woman. What's leishmaniasis?
It's a parasite that can be transmitted to humans via dog bites in rare cases.
But it's commonly passed from dog to dog.
The dog that bit her has been put down...
...but we know it comes from the same illegally imported litter.
Do we know where the other dogs are?
We have addresses for three owners.
Svartman, you and Isabelle take the dogs to the vet...
...and find out who imported them.
Why assign that to us? I"m here to learn something.
Can't the dog handlers do it?
They're on loan to the AIK game in Malmo.
Yeah, yeah.
Come on, Tore. Who did you buy it off?
I found it abandoned.
In a ditch.
Bullshit. Tell us who it was, and we'll go away.
Do you think we'd be sent out to collect puppies if it wasn't serious?
Shit.
- Kolten. - Kolten?
Hans Kolt?
So collect your bags and backpacks...
...and we'll walk together down to the beach.
Everyone!
We can sit down here.
There.
Let's take a little break.
Does everyone have a snack?
Look!
No! What have I told you about walking too close to the edge?
Get away from there!
- What have I told you about getting too close? - Look down there!
I was out having dinner with Bosse Hagstrom last night.
We were at police academy together, you know.
I mean, he's one hell of a talker once he gets started!
Yes. Kurt speaking.
We"ll be right there.
Time for you to get some fresh air.
We're going to Ale's Stones.
Listen...
Bosse told me about a further training course.
It's about organized crime in the central region with links to foreign countries.
Sounds like the kind of shit they were always trying to force me to go on.
I don't need to be forced.
I just need your recommendation.
If I get this training under my belt...
...it'll send the right signals to the top brass.
What signals?
I'll be 45 soon. I've much more to give.
I can feel it. I just need the chance.
OK, you've got three years left...
...but when you quit, I could try for your job.
- What do you say? - Of course. Sure.
It's a good idea.
- Hi, Kurt
It was a guy, around 25, no ID or personal effects on him.
Why did you already send him away?
It's been raining all night...
...and 20 kids have been running around all over the place here.
Any other clues?
No, other than that, he probably rode up the path...
...and then just straight out.
Maybe he wanted to end his life with a little damn flight.
How do you get up a muddy slope with tires like this?
It weighs nothing. Titanium.
It's not cheap.
Look. Carbon fiber too.
Maybe you can tell me what a beast like this costs.
It's hard to say, but everything on it seems custom-made...
.50350,000 maybe?
Who'd want to buy this?
Someone who likes going fast.
It says something here, Pontus.
“26.”
Nico.
He must be the one who constructed the motor.
Hi.
20 kilos have gone missing...
...and it's quiet.
I don't like it when it's quiet.
He never turned up.
Drove off the cliffs at Ale's Stones.
The cops found the bike and the body, but no backpack.
I don't get it.
You don't get it. So what do you think happened?
It's never happened before.
The problem is that the cops have started to sniff around.
And I've got people above me...
...who expect their business to flow nicely.
And if I can't guarantee that...
...what then, Mats?
How are we going to deal with this?
If you can't do your job...
...I've always got someone else who can step in.
Jovan...
...trust me.
Trust you? I trust you.
But it's the guys up there who want assurance that I've got things under control.
If I'm to build something up here...
...they have to know that I've got men around me who know the game.
When you get the name of the shit who stole our gear...
...want to know.
Because someone out there...
...is rolling around in 20 kilos of my coke.
And that's not right.
So I expect you...
...to get in touch soon.
The bike was carrying false plates...
...and had no chassis or engine serial number.
It was a racer designed for tracks.
The engine was built by someone called Nico...
...whoever he is.
And we got this from the traffic squad in Malma.
It's from a CCTV camera on the Oresund bridge, the Swedish side.
It's a pretty good match with our guy, wouldn't you say?
This happened at 10112 pam.
And time of death was between 11:00 p.m. and 1:00 a.m., roughly.
Isn't he wearing a backpack there?
Yes, but it's nowhere to be found.
So the bike was made for racing on tracks.
So we should contact...
- What's it called? - Sturup Raceway.
Sturup. That's the one.
Because there ought to be someone there who recognizes him.
Hi. Pontus Asp, Ystad police.
I'm looking for Johannes Andersen.
- He's out riding on the track. - OK.
Did it go all right?
Johannes Andersen?
Pontus Asp, Ystad police.
Do you recognize this guy?
No.
- No? - What happened?
I spoke to the guy at the gate, and he said you probably knew him.
Have another look.
- Is he dead? - Yes.
But we haven't managed to ID him.
It's Eric. Eric Strah.
Eric Stréh?
- How did he die? - He drove off a cliff.
- How well did you know each other? - Not so well.
“Not so well.” Do you know who Nico is?
Nico? Nico what?
Nico. He built an engine for Eric.
No, I've no idea. No.
I've got to go. These guys cost 700 an hour.
- So much? - They cost a fortune.
Johannes!
Up you get.
Was that your girl?
You're going to be a dad, I see. Congratulations.
You hear that, Kolten? Johannes is going to be a dad.
What do you want with me?
I want you to do runs for me again.
What happened to Eric?
- Not on your life. - Will it be a boy or a girl?
If you want to know, I think you should ride for me again.
Fuck off!
You're not supposed to be in here on your own.
He died from a broken neck.
But the torn ligaments and muscles of the neck...
...aren't really consistent with how he must have landed...
...if he drove himself over the cliff.
So someone could have broken his neck deliberately?
If I come out with a theory, you'll turn it into a fact.
- So I get the flak if it's wrong. - Come on, Karin.
If you have the strength and know exactly what to do...
...you can actually break someone's neck like that.
Yes?
Let's see.
Eric Strah.
Danish citizen, lives in Germany.
Police record, unknown.
Makes a living as a professional road racer.
You've contacted the German police?
They're searching his apartment in Cologne now.
Ale's Stones wasn't the murder site. He was just dumped there.
Plus, we also have a photo of him...
...evading the Oresund bridge customs control last night.
It happened an hour or so before he was murdered.
He has a backpack in the photo, but we haven't found it.
Judging by his speed over the bridge, you might wonder what was in it.
Hey, Katarina is a prosecutor, not a policewoman.
They love theories. Now we've got her on our backs.
Theories? I'm convinced we're on the right track.
Me too, every time, until I realize I've got it wrong.
Hello!
We're looking for Hans Kolt.
- Hans Kolt, is he here? - Kolt!
You can call off the dogs.
Come on.
We heard you sold fighting dogs.
Not that 'm aware of.
Come on, this one needs a real checkup.
Yeah? Already done.
Got the papers to prove it?
Come back tomorrow, and I'll find them for you.
We know you've sold four dogs.
At least. All smuggled, so there are no papers.
Come back tomorrow, I said.
A girl got bitten by a dog from the same litter.
So produce the papers, or else we're taking the dog.
Kolt, look, you have to produce legal documents proving that the dog was properly imported.
Otherwise we'll have to impound it. That's just the way it is.
Calm down. Shut up!
Shut up!
Can't you calm your dog down a bit?
No, why? I didn't invite you here.
Take the dog, then. Go on. Take it.
- Shit. - Call the damn thing off him!
Get the dog or I'll shoot it!
- Get it off me! - Call off your dog!
OK;, thank you.
They've stopped the bleeding and stitched him up.
He'll be fine.
And we sent a car out to the bikers' place.
Hans Kolt will be charged, and you'll stand witness.
Shit!
How are you?
I should've just cuffed him right away when he started acting tough.
Snap decisions aren't learned from a book. They come with experience.
I can't find that bastard Hans Kolt.
He's not registered anywhere, and he has no tax records for the past 11 years.
Know where I can find Hans Kolt?
- At the club, I guess. - Come on.
You always know where your boys are, where they're hiding.
See that he calls in before it gets worse.
I don't know what you're talking about.
He sicced one of his dogs on one of our officers.
What?
Aggravated assault on a public servant, attempted murder at the worst.
That idiot's not my responsibility.
Wallander, you know I've put all that behind me.
So what are you up to these days?
I've got a building firm.
Renovating that church there.
So you didn't know Kolt was involved with illegal fighting dogs?
Don't drag me into this. You've got nothing on me.
Protecting a felon.
I can lock you up for at least 48 hours.
Then there are the remand proceedings. You know the rest.
What were you doing between 1:45 and 2:00 p.m. today?
Working.
I'll find him for you.
I promise.
Good.
Janne, have you got a moment? A couple of seconds?
That Johannes Andersen... I think he's lying.
Because I asked him about Eric Strah, and he knew very well who he was...
...but refused to answer any questions.
And that Nico? Found anything on him?
I've been searching the net for engine builders.
- Thought I might call around. - Good.
Here's my application for you to sign.
I'll do it later.
I'll just sound people out a bit first.
What do you mean? Should ...
- Kurt. - Yes?
Do you really think you'd like the job?
Do you think I would? You know me.
Yes, and it's precisely the fact that I know you...
...that makes it a bit harder to make a fair appraisal.
Well, it has to be in in a week.
- Just so you know. - I'll see toiit later.
Good.
I could go home again after tea. I'll do that.
Go home after tea, and then I'll come back.
You stay here.
So have you got anyone out looking for her?
Good. I'll call you later.
Bye.
It's my mother. She's out on one of her strolls.
Half my pay goes to that Solhem home...
...and they can't even keep her on the grounds!
Don't worry. She'll turn up again this time too.
Hypothetically speaking...
...how do you feel about working under Martinsson?
Hypothetically?
We're retiring at the same time, you and I...
.50 you won't be working under him if he takes over.
They've asked me to stay on, so...
Well, so it's not really that hypothetical.
- For how much longer? - Two years.
But if it was up to me, I'd carry on until I was 70.
- Why have they asked you to stay? - They're short on forensics experts.
My field's harder to refill than yours.
This is Nico.
Legendary engine builder.
Builds engines for road racers.
Very hard to get hold of.
His engines are still very exclusive and much in demand.
We found a blog, where it says...
“Now it's just Sturup left.
“With a trimmed Nico original...
...“we're looking at a track record this weekend.”
What's interesting is that this was posted yesterday...
...and it was written by Johannes Andersen.
That's the guy I spoke to who told me he didn't know Nico.
Good work, Peter.
Pontus.
It was almost like being at the movies.
Though it was Martinsson who found the blog.
Yes, well done.
- Johannes Andersen? - Yes?
Kurt Wallander, Ystad police.
Can we talk in private?
You told my colleague that you didn't know Nico.
- Did I? - Yes.
- Why did you lie? - Was I lying?
Judging from your blog, you were.
Oh, my blog.
Nico. Why is Nico so interesting?
For reasons to do with our inquiries.
- Do you know him? - No, but he's the best engine builder.
- Why did you say you didn't know who he was? - Because...
Hell, I don't know.
That cop was bothering me while I was getting ready.
That takes priority over everything. Road racing's my life.
Good. Then we have something in common.
My job's also my life...
...and I'm not letting you get out onto that track...
...until you've told me all you know.
If Nico finds out I've given his name to the cops...
Look, give me his address, or say good-bye to the Swedish title.
OK. Just don't mention my name.
I don't think that guy's capable of breaking someone's neck.
The question is, has he told us all he knows?
Nico lives around here. I'll go and see him.
It'll get me away from this damn racket.
Listen, though. The sound of engines.
How the hell can you stand it?
It's music to my ears.
Music...
Not even Stockhausen could have come up with a din like that!
You promised to stop!
- Never again, you said! - Give it a rest!
- So what did they want? - Shut up, for Christ's sake!
It's the most important race of my life today, so shut up!
Do you think I give a shit about your race?
Eric's dead.
Eric?
Baby, what are you saying?
What are you telling me?
The tension mounts as we come to the last race of the day...
Come on, you big dummy. Get out there and win.
Soon it's time for the start.
In pole position is Henrik Stenberg on a Yamaha.
Beside him, Johannes Andersen on a Suzuki GSX-R...
...and Daniel Almqvist on a Yamaha.
I rarely go to those races these days.
It's all about money and umbrella babes.
- It's just one big circus, that's all. - I know what you mean.
We found an engine that you built for a person who's been murdered.
Who?
Eric Strah.
No, no.
Have you got a list of the guys you've built engines for?
This is a murder inquiry.
No, no. No lists.
Here.
Take a look at this.
- What's that? - The engine.
The 26...
What was his name, the one who bought that?
His name was...
Let's see.
Lillis. That's right. I remember him well.
He bought the 26 from me in 2003.
But he quit riding the following year. He was in a terrible accident.
- Can I take that? - Hell, yeah.
He crashed into a minibus on the E6.
So now he sits around on two wheels...
...all day long!
It doesn't go as fast, of course, but at least he lived.
Riding a motorcycle's no game. I crashed in Mantorp. 1973.
Looked like a burnt squirrel!
Got more metal than bone in both knees and hips.
- So take care. - Thank you. Bye.
And here's Eric Strah. Murdered.
This is his best friend...
...Johannes Andersen...
...and Mats Runberg, president of the bikers' club.
What a coincidence.
- Can I see? - Yes.
Then let's haul this Johannes in...
...see what he has to say about his sponsors.
We put pressure on him, and he'll crack. I'm convinced he hasn't told us everything.
No. If Johannes works for Mats, he won't talk.
We need something more concrete.
Hans Kolt could break a person's neck with his hands.
Yes. He's worked as an enforcer, you know...
.50 he's probably had lots of practice.
Hi!
What the...
Svartman! Jesus!
- Hi, how are you? - How are things?
Fine. I just thought I'd look in and see how it's going.
- Have you arrested Kolt? - Not yet.
- Welcome back. - Thanks.
Nico built me an engine...
...but I had to sell the bike after the accident.
To Eric.
Why didn't you contact the police?
The papers didn't say how he died, just that you suspected foul play.
Eric was murdered.
You've heard of the Bloodhounds biker gang?
Yeah.
Do you know its leader, Mats Runberg?
Yes. He was one of my sponsors.
What kind of work did you do before, when you were active?
Work? What the hell do you mean?
You know, some form of criminal activity...
- Why the hell would I have done that? - Because a season costs around a million.
You just need to get the right sponsors, you know.
Like Mats Runberg?
- What are you scared of? - Scared?
That Hans Kolt will pay you a visit if you speak to us?
Look, I've got nothing more to say, OK?
But if Eric was murdered, I think you should take a look in my garage.
- Why? - He rented it from me.
He needed somewhere in Ystad, he said.
Coffee? It's got coffee in it.
- Does it? - Yes.
They use coffee to smuggle cocaine.
Do they?
It's to throw the sniffer dogs. The smell of the coffee.
Hi.
We are convinced that Erik Strdh ran cocaine.
And I am convinced that Johannes is involved in something similar.
- But he won't give us anything. - How do you know that?
If we pull Johannes in now...
...Mats and his gang will know we're onto something.
Eric died because he wanted out. That's why Kolt killed him.
It's obvious.
But we need physical proof before we bring Johannes in.
I've found that, when biker gangs face trial, witnesses can't be relied on.
So until we have physical proof, I'm not going to prepare a prosecution.
Kurt's right.
We need something that links Johannes to the gang before we can arrest him.
Drive.
Is she at home?
Is your pregnant woman at home?
Don't you touch her.
What do you take me for?
Do you think I'd jump a woman?
- Hit a woman? - No!
I don't want to die!
No! I don't want to die!
I'll do anything you want! Anything!
Anything.
I"m glad to hear it. You'll do the Copenhagen-Ystad run for me tonight.
Check it out, Misco. All in order?
You're crazy...
...doing the deal in a church.
You know, men who go to church aren't real men.
They don't believe in themselves.
And you know what I believe, Mats?
Everyone is a god and life's a fight over who's the best god.
And do you know who wins, Mats?
The one with the strongest will.
And that fucking will is all that's needed to succeed.
Come with me, Mats.
Now listen carefully.
You might as well hear what I've heard.
You sure it wasn't him who took out the courier?
He's loyal.
There's a question that's bugging me.
Why did he sic the dog on the cop?
Have you asked him how he could be so fucking stupid?
A cop turned up with some chick.
He tried to put Kolt in his place.
He had no choice.
He's tapping out tomorrow.
What do you mean, “tapping out”?
Is he turning himself in?
Hello?
Oh, hi. It's you.
Yes. Hi.
I was out driving, and I saw the light on.
- Out driving? This late? - Yes.
Come in. I've got a nice whiskey.
Thanks, but...
...I'm looking for my mother.
So I guess I'll have to run over to Hogestad church, where my dad's buried.
She likes to go there.
- I see. - See you.
Sure, bye.
- Was it OK? - Yeah, it was OK.
Hey, hey!
Everyone stays here. We all leave together.
How does it look, Misco?
- It's pure. - Excellent.
Mom?
Mom!
Is anyone there?
Hello?
Hello, is anyone there?
Here's breakfast.
You're wonderful, darling.
- Did you get home late last night? - Not particularly.
Were you really with Krister yesterday?
- What is this? - Look at me.
- Were you really with Krister yesterday? - Yes.
- Do you think I'm lying? - Neither you nor Krister answered when I called.
And now you come with breakfast.
You're lying.
You're lying!
I'm not. We had to fix a problem with the bike, that's all.
You haven't starting riding with those jerks again, have you?
Just drop it, OK?
We're having a child.
You promised not to ride for them again!
Don't just walk out!
- Why? - I love you. Do you understand?
I understand, and that's why you must stop!
- Just drop it} Not
So stop.
I can't.
Is this about you and your damn bike?
If it is, then you can fuck off now! Hear me?
Are you walking out on me? Are you mad?
Yes.
Otherwise, you'll get hurt.
What are you saying?
I love you.
Are they forcing you to ride for them? Is that it?
I don't want anything to happen to you or the baby.
Come, Teo. You can cycle here instead.
Hans Kolt?
Now let's take things nice and easy.
Can you tell us where you were between 3.00 and 4:00 p.m. on the 15th?
I was watching one of your boys get bitten by a dog.
It wasn't pleasant. Blood everywhere.
Can you tell me what happened?
The pig was acting like an asshole.
He scared the dog and got bitten.
He couldn't handle the situation...
...so 1 had to rush out into the yard and sort things out.
You should be grateful. If] hadn't been there, he could've been bitten to death.
Listen up!
You will not testify against Hans Kolt.
I know everything about you.
I know where your little sister, Anja, lives. In Solna.
If you tell anyone I've been here, I'll rape her in front of her block and then...
Right, the 17th then.
I'll talk to Ebba about it, and she'll get back to you.
That's good. Great. Bye.
Hi, Isabelle. Are you off today?
- Need to talk to you. - Sure, go ahead.
I've been thinking...
This job isn't for me.
I've come to the conclusion that it doesn't suit me...
.501'm quitting.
'M terminating my training.
- Why? - As I said, it doesn't suit me.
That's crap. This job is perfect for you.
You know that as well as I do.
- Why are you quitting? - For private reasons.
Wait, Isabelle. You're not going anywhere until we've discussed this.
There's nothing to discuss.
Does this have anything to do with Kolt?
- Tell me what happened. - Nothing happened.
Hans Kolt sicced his dog on Svartman.
For Christ's sake, Isabelle.
What do you think Svartman's going to say about this?
- I'm sorry. - You're sorry?
Svartman's the one to be sorry!
You're letting him down!
I'm taking the consequences. That's why I"m quitting.
You're not taking a goddamn thing if you quit!
I made my decision for personal reasons...
...and I'm well aware that I'm dumping you in the shit...
...but that's the way it is.
I'd expected more from you.
You can go.
You'll be called to the stand anyway.
Do you know what really gets me?
Isabelle is one of the best young officers I've met, and she knows that.
She's sacrificing everything we had just to stop me getting near her.
I didn't expect it of her.
Have you tried talking to her?
Of course I talked to her.
Did you listen?
Did you listen to her?
Yes.
So what did she tell you?
Well? What did Isabelle tell you?
- That's not the point. - That's exactly the point.
You don't want to see Isabelle upset...
...because it clouds your vision and you lose focus.
Because that focus, that's made you so respected.
And that's all you've got, Wallander.
Has she really quit?
- Have you spoken to her? - No, not since she went home.
Home? Alone?
Don't you realize how she must be feeling after what's happened?
She said nothing had happened.
I made sure she got a room at the hotel.
Good.
Id like to have a quick word with Kurt in private.
Kurt.
You're her supervisor.
How could you just let her walk off?
Isabelle needs help.
She said she didn't need any help.
Good grief.
Have you managed to avoid all management courses?
Of course she said that.
She feels she's let herself down and all her colleagues.
If she feels she's getting support, she'll be able to accept help.
She said she didn't want any help.
Now you're acting like a child.
You're the boss. For God's sake, Kurt.
Among a whole load of people who want to be seen, listened to...
sometimes you have to listen to what they don't say.
It's like an interrogation, just the other way round.
What's that supposed to mean?
You're hopeless.
Be sensitive.
Or do you have no emotional tentacles at all?
Tentacles?
Feelers. Empathy. Understanding.
I understand.
I came across those words...
...in a magazine I was thumbing through at my barber's.
I just never thought I'd come across them in a police inquiry.
I'm going to check out every fucking beard in this building!
What?
Someone has, with or without your knowledge...
...threatened one of my officers.
How the fuck dare you?
I'd never let one of us attack a woman.
I'd break the bastard's face on the spot.
How the fuck do you know that I'm talking about a woman?
You're talking about that girl who was there when Kolt sicced his dog on that officer?
Mats, you've got everyone believing...
...you're an ex-con turned successful businessman.
But not for much longer.
I'm going to pull this fucking club down to the ground!
And I'll find the one who threatened Isabelle!
I don't know what you're talking about. It's true!
I can testify in court if necessary.
Kolt told me everything.
He said that he sicced the dog on that policeman.
And OK; he fucked up.
I really want you to get this over and done with. Don't you see?
- Hey, Kurt. - Yes?
I was out at Hogestad church the other night, as you...
After I left your place.
Right, OK.
Anyway, outside the church, there was a car, a Merc...
...with its engine still warm.
I wrote down its number...
...because I thought maybe its owner had seen my mom.
It turns out the owner is one Misco Zebec...
...a frequent name on our records.
What the hell was he doing outside the church in the middle of the night?
The church isn't even in use.
It's being renovated.
By Mats Runberg.
The club president.
Good work, Nyberg.
Isabelle, I think you're really talented...
...and you'd make a damn good officer.
I was thinking that if they can make you back out...
...we're left very vulnerable, and that got me scared.
Stop it. what do you want?
I came to apologize...
...and to say that in no way did I mean to belittle your suffering.
My suffering.
That's not what hurt.
It was when you said I had let Svartman down.
That hurt.
And you knew that.
OK.
That's all I wanted to say.
That man...
That man who was in my apartment knew things about me and my family.
He'd researched me thoroughly.
But I don't think that Mats and his gang would do that.
It wasn't them.
Misco Zebec.
He was here in Ystad last night.
It was him.
OK. Let's go back to the station and get to work.
I can't.
I've been drinking.
Who hasn't?
Misco Zebec.
Works for Jovan Brancovic, who's one of...
He's the henchman of a Yugoslavian mafia boss in Stockholm.
I guess he wants to start up on his own down here.
I bet Brancovic could get hold of your personal details.
Shit. Then I wouldn't have head-butted him.
Come again?
If I'd know it was him, I wouldn't have head-butted him.
I thought it was Kolt.
That was no doubt what Jovan wanted you to think.
Hi, Kurt.
Yeah, we're at Johannes's place now.
So we're not to arrest him?
Yes, OK.
What's going on?
We're to go back. Without Johannes.
Why?
Kurt says he's uncovered...
...some “significant information” about the case.
Brancovic was questioned in 2006...
...in connection with a murder in Stockholm.
The victim was a drug baron.
After his death, Jovan took over his turf and his dealers.
The cause of death, as in Eric Strah's case...
...was a broken neck.
Going by the pathologist's reports...
...the injuries in both cases were identical.
And Jovan's number two, that's Misco Zebec.
A hit man.
And during the civil war in Bosnia, he served with Arkan's Tigers.
In other words, a cold-blooded killer.
You don't break someone's neck without knowing how.
Eric Strah ran drugs for Mats Runberg.
But Mats isn't involved in Eric Strah's murder.
He made Hans Kolt turn himself in.
The question is: would he have done so...
...if he knew Hans Kolt had broken Eric Strah's neck?
So who murdered Eric Strah?
Well...
...someone who must have known the route...
...or who knew there was cocaine in the backpack.
An insider job, in other words.
- Why? - Why indeed?
Cut out the middleman, more profit.
So what now?
We're going to set up Jovan...
...Misco, and the biker gang.
We're going to pretend we know nothing about the drug deals.
That's why I'm now releasing Hans Kolt.
On your knees, dog.
Finish the shit off.
I recorded the whole thing. He told me everything.
Excellent, excellent.
Right, time to take out the fat one.
Come on.
Quickly!
If we could stop him on the bridge with the cocaine in his backpack...
...and then make him drive on to the drop-off point...
How do we stop him without risking a fatal accident?
Or what if he turns around and empties the bag into the sea?
We must find a way to stop him...
...without losing him, the bike or the cocaine.
He'll be impossible to stop. He can reach ridiculous speeds.
Can't we do something to his bike?
What, put sugar in the gas tank?
This is what I was thinking.
If you can knock out a radio with an unsuppressed ignition coil...
...can't we come up with a way of knocking out a coil?
Hardly.
An ignition coil induces tens of thousands of volts.
Although on the other hand...
I mean, the crankshaft is fitted with a disk with magnets on it that controls the ignition...
...and around this is an optical coupler...
...which converts magnetic pulses to electric pulses...
...and amplifies them into the CDI box up by the steering head.
The thing is that the voltage is low on that part of the circuit...
...and so we could interfere with it, maybe.
Johannes is now leaving his apartment.
He's driving over the bridge to Denmark.
OK... I'll wait here.
Understood. Good.
OK, then.
Yes. Good.
How's it going? Have you figured it out?
Yes...
I think we have.
OK, good. Let's go.
What in God's name is that?
Kurt here.
- He's entering the bridge. - Good. Great. Bye.
He's on his way.
Damn, he suspects something.
- Can you knock out the bike? - No. He has to pass the barriers first.
Get him! Can't you knock him out?
- Stop! - Stop!
I see you've got a new heavy with you.
Is something worrying you, my friend?
He's high up too, close to God.
Could be good to have at your side if things fuck up.
He's never given me any help.
Misco, go up and see what that asshole's doing.
'M sending him up. An extra pair of eyes could be useful.
Have a look at this, Mats.
It was me that killed Eric.
It was me that killed Eric!
I needed the money.
There you go.
Sometimes you get your friends wrong.
Now you know, at least.
So you just have to move on.
Why should I give you any more? The only one who loses out is me.
Your friend was murdered.
Don't you think his killers should be locked up?
My girlfriend's pregnant. Should I sacrifice her for my dead friend Eric?
She'll die if I talk.
She'll die if I don't get this bag over the bridge.
- I promise to protect her. - No, I won't do it.
Deliver the bag now, or Mats will get suspicious.
This is your only option.
Otherwise your girlfriend's in a whole lot of trouble.
OK.
When?
Yes.
Send over the Task Force.
Good. Out.
Jovan and Misco are at the church. The Task Force is on its way.
I've got a bad feeling about this.
He'll be here.
Five more minutes, and we're out of here.
Mats...
...we've had problems with you all along.
Why?
You're late. Did something happen?
Nothing. I just left late.
“Left late”?
They called when you left Copenhagen.
It's only 10 minutes at the most. What difference does it make?
A lot can happen in 10 minutes.
Especially in our business.
Misco...
...is everything OK up there?
Looks calm to me.
- Police! - Hit the floor! Now!
- Police! - Drop the weapon!
Mom!
Is that you, Mom?
You've come.
Lie still.
I've been waiting for you.
You don't have to.
What do you mean?
I feel that you don't have faith in me.
Send it in.
But why do you doubt me?
I don't doubt you. Not anymore.
Answer my question.
Why have you doubted me from the start?
Why does that matter?
In the years that I've been in the force...
...no one has meant more to me than you.
If you respect me, Id like you to be straight with me...
...and tell me why the hell you doubted me.
My job...
.it's all I have.
It's all I have left.
And you remind me of everything I could have been.
I don't want to be reminded...
...that I've got three years to go to my retirement.
I don't want to be reminded...
...that I'm respected as a policeman but not...
Well...
But you'll be liked and respected even after you retire.
Go on, send it in.
I spoke to Isabelle.
She decided to stay on.
She said it was down to you.
What did you say to her?
Nothing special.
You could say...
...that we worked through the problem together.
- Congratulations! - Darling!
- Look at you. - Yes.
You survived!
Was it scary?
- You did really well! - I almost crashed!
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