THE PHOTOGRAPHER
- A bit closer... Thanks. - A bit more...
Excuse me? Can I have your attention please?
I'd like to welcome you to my gallery.
I've prayed for this moment for years and finally it's here.
Robert Thuresson, world famous war photographer-
- is exhibiting in Sweden for the first time. A big round of applause please!
And now to put you in the picture, if I may say so, here's Robert himself!
Thank you.
I'd just like...
...to say what Matisse once said.
I don't wish to talk; I'd rather let my pictures do that for me.
Thank you and welcome.
- Where are we going? - You said you wanted to go for a drive.
I meant "go for a drive", not "go for a drive and work".
Who said we're going to work?
Hi, Svartman. New summer cottage?
A woman called and said the door was open, so we popped over.
- Anything stolen? - Seems not. It's strange.
It's now the 2nd summer season starts. First the owners, then the thieves.
Looks like someone's slept here.
With good taste too. He's only touched the single malt.
Stefan?
The kettle's warm.
Another useless report, Grönqvist. Thief breaks in and makes tea.
We're on our way.
- Linda, we have to go to the marina. - OK.
- Don't overdo it, guys. - We won't. Bye.
- What do you think? - Accident, manslaughter or suicide.
I had a case like this once on the tugs. A guy went to eat lunch.
Dropped an orange, bent down to get it, hit his head, fell in and drowned.
- Did someone witness it? - No, we guessed.
- Maybe he was murdered. - For an orange?
- What have you found? - Woman, around 40. Dressed up.
A fisherman reported it an hour ago.
- Any witnesses? - Not that we know.
- But why the divers? - Their rubber dinghy has a puncture.
Thank you.
Is there no one who recognises her? No one?
- Hi, Nyberg. - Hi, Kurt.
I'd like a picture of her face as soon as possible.
Hey!
Hey, you up there!
Wait!
Stop I said, you bloody idiot!
See that cordon? Do you know what it means?
- I was just curious, OK? - Your ID.
- I'll have to report this. - Oh, come on. I can help.
- How? - I saw her last night.
At Robert Thuresson's opening at Gallery Lera. She was there.
- I'll take this. - What are you playing at?
You come down to the station with every damn picture. OK?
OK.
She was at some exhibition yesterday. At Gallery Lera.
You take the gallery, and you the hotel.
Hi.
We're not open until this evening.
Linda Wallander, police.
We've found a dead woman in the marina.
A photographer said she was here at an opening yesterday.
Dead? Oh, my God. The marina? Who?
Brunette, 40-ish. Had a red silk dress on.
- Her? - Do you know her?
No, but there was a woman in red here.
A brunette. English... or American.
Did she know Robert Thuresson?
No one was that sober and there was a lot of people here...
But I saw them arguing. She seemed very worked up.
- Do you know why? - I couldn't hear what they said.
But Robbie got angry when he saw her.
Robbie? Tell me more about him.
We've known each other since primary school.
I never left Ystad, but Robbie became world famous.
He's part of an exclusive international bureau...
...called Magnum. Started by Robert Capa and Cartier-Bresson.
He's a war photographer. Lives outside Ystad when at home-
- and takes pictures of things we prefer to forget.
Starvation, dead bodies, babies ripped in two...
Can you be a bit more exact about what happened?
As I said... She turned up at about 11. Grabbed Robert and they started to row.
After his speech, she snatched a photo from the wall-
- and left, slamming the door behind her.
Why do you think she did that?
It's not worth that much.
This is it. Only 2 x 2 cm, I'm afraid.
"Kabul, 2005"...?
He was there after the US had liberated the country.
He was so taken by the culture that he chose some photos for this exhibition.
When did he leave?
Just after 11. He went after her, and said he wouldn't be long.
- But he never came back. - That's right.
- You said he lived outside town. - Yes.
OK, good. Bye.
This is Anja's answering machine.
Leave a message, and I'll get back to you.
Seems a hotel guest wasn't in her room last night. Last seen in a red dress.
Tell them I'm on my way.
I'm also getting up the files on Thuresson. There's enough for a book.
Hi Linda. Looks like I've got a name.
Sarah Lyell, American, 42.
Ask Ebba to contact the American Embassy-
- so they can inform her relatives.
Good. I'm on my way. Bye.
Nyberg, I've a job for you.
The Saltsjöbaden Hotel, room 327...
Yes... Good.
OK, then. Bye.
We should've worn bullet-proof vests...
He's harmless. He's mostly known for brawling and drinking.
Say his files. But who knows how many bodies lay buried out here.
Robert Thuresson?
- Do you know where Thuresson is? - He's sleeping.
And I wouldn't wake him, if I were you.
And you are?
His mum.
- Have you got the key? - Yeah.
- Can you open up? - No.
We have to talk to him.
We got home late last night. He needs his 10 hours after such a party.
Can't you just leave him be?
Open up, it's the police!
Got to hell, or I'll shoot!
Robert? We simply need to ask some questions.
What's up? Are you here to give me the keys to the city of Ystad?
What were you doing last night between 11 pm and 4 am?
I was pissed. Sweden has that effect on me.
- So why are you here? - Screw you.
A woman's been found dead in the marina. Know her?
No.
She was at the opening of your show.
Oh, right, her. I remember her.
- She was better looking alive. - So you have seen her.
Apparently.
- Did you know her? - Answer, no.
She stole one of my pictures and I ran out after her.
But she'd vanished, and I was too drunk.
- Can anyone confirm that? - Yeah. Ask my mum.
- Do you have a car? - It's by the gallery. I took a taxi.
What's she got to do with me?
That's what we're trying to find out. Thanks.
- What make's your car? - Citroën.
Hey, guys! Next time, if you ring before you call by-
- I can prepare some coffee and apple screw dle!
Stefan!
- Hi, Linda. I've been waiting for you. - What have you found?
She was wearing expensive clothes.
Wedding ring on her left hand, one earring missing.
American, perfect teeth.
Was she dead before she ended up in the water?
Her neck was broken. She'd been hit head on by a car.
And there's something else...
What?
She was pregnant.
- How far gone was she? - About four months.
Do that, and we'll meet up later.
- Why, Lisa! Hello! - Hello.
- Sorry, I'd forgotten it was today... - I've jumped the gun a bit.
I don't start until after the weekend. - Hi, Stefan!
- How are you? - Fine, fine.
I've a meeting in 10 minutes. Why not come along?
No thanks, I'll lie low for a bit.
- After the weekend. - Welcome back.
Good morning, everyone.
I'd like to keep it as brief and concise as possible.
A woman has been found dead in the marina...
Here are some photos the newspaper took of Thuresson's opening.
Go ahead, Linda.
Sarah Lyell, 42, married to Tom Lyell, an economics professor.
Worked for an aid agency called the World Food Organisation.
Are there any pictures here showing Sarah and Thuresson together?
Unfortunately not.
- What's this? - Looks like a handbag of some sort.
OK, so let's keep our eyes open for a handbag.
Her tickets say she changed planes in Stockholm.
But she didn't hire a car. So how she got to Ystad, we've no idea.
I'm onto that, but the minicab drivers work illegally and are nervous.
So we have Thuresson's car-
- which isn't at his house or parked outside the gallery as he said it was.
We're searching for it. Everyone's been told to keep a look out.
So we clearly haven't much to go on.
Concentrate on finding his car and the guy who drove Sarah to Ystad.
Hi Lisa. - Let me take the opportunity to welcome Lisa Holgersson.
She won't be starting as head of the CID until Monday.
So let's not worry until then.
There's another picture to go up, I'm afraid...
She was four months pregnant.
Stefan!
- Going shopping? - I've got the list.
Can you get some champagne?
Planning to propose?
See you later.
- So that's where you are! Hi. - Hi.
Where have you been?
- I've been calling and calling... - I know.
- You haven't answered. - I've had so much on.
But my family's returned...
I can't stop thinking about you.
Shall we take a walk?
It's such a tragedy. She was 42 and pregnant.
Do you think you'll solve it?
You have to, otherwise there's no point.
But we're meant to be talking about you.
It'll have to be another time, as I have to go.
Anja... When can I see you again?
Eat up your greens.
What are you doing here?
- I thought I saw someone. - Calm down.
And stop waving that gun around.
I've got some pots to deliver tomorrow. Have you picked up the car?
No.
- Do you know where it is? - No, and I want no tea or buns either.
- Go to bed, Mum. - Go yourself. Don't sit up too late.
Were you the guy asking about the American woman?
- That's right. - I know the driver. Follow me.
Thanks.
- Traces of blood? - No, nothing. I found this earring.
- Where? - On the passenger side.
He drives out here in the middle of the night...
...douses the car in petrol and torches it.
There aren't many houses here. Just that industrial estate.
Where did he come from, which way did he go?
Good question.
Hello...
Well? Smells burnt.
Check out the entire area. We'll be in touch later.
- Ibrahim Said? - Yes.
You drove an American woman from the airport yesterday...
I can't really remember.
Maybe...
It was a busy day.
Talk, or I'll have to take you down the station.
- Where's Stefan? - I don't know.
OK, let's kick off. Everyone present?
We've found Thuresson's car, burnt out, outside town.
We've also found this, Sarah's other earring.
I found these when I searched for her on the net.
The WFO told me that she was a top member of the organisation.
Was most recently stationed in Kabul.
She'd been suspended pending an inquiry they refused to tell me about.
I've found the taxi driver. He said he picked her up two days ago.
She asks to go to the hotel here-
- and argues with someone in English on her mobile for the whole journey.
She gets out at the Saltsjöbaden Hotel, and makes him wait as she checks in.
This is around midday. Then she asks to be driven to Thuresson's.
He watches her bang on his door, she goes in-
- and comes out 10 minutes later looking distraught.
She cries all the way back and he drops her off at the hotel at 12.55.
Some of the photos at the show were from the time Sarah was in Kabul-
- six months ago.
Which means that they were there at the same time.
Thoughts?
- She wanted the baby. - But he didn't.
- Lisa? - We'll bring him in.
We'll put Robert Thuresson in custody. I'll speak to the prosecutor.
Then let's call it a day, and you and I can drive to the house.
- I'll check around town. - Good.
Robert?
No, he's not at home... That's good, carry on.
Stefan's checking the pubs. Our man's been seen on a lunch-time binge.
Hi, Nyberg.
Is there anything special you want me to look for?
Anything that belonged to Sarah. Her handbag, the photo she stole...
- The same old stuff, then. - Yes.
Robert here...
No... OK, thanks Mum. Bye.
You're under arrest, Robert, down the station now.
- Can't you let him be? - Come on, Robert. Now.
Take it easy. I've not finished my beer.
- OK, on your feet. Legs apart. - Don't make him angry...
Christ...
- I've got him! - Let him go, we'll take him.
Come on.
- That's enough. - I had him, for Christ's sake.
What the hell are you staring at?
Good...
That's good. Bye.
We've found Thuresson. We're putting him in cell 1.
Gothersgade 45? Two o'clock? I'll be there. Bye.
Get in there.
- Hi. - Shut it.
Next time I'll bring him in myself. Come on!
What did Sarah Lyell want with you?
- It's private. - No, it's part of a murder inquiry.
We know she visited you. So I repeat: What did she want with you?
OK, listen...
I didn't know the woman, but I know ofher.
Then one day she turns up. Some fool in Copenhagen gave her my address.
She tells me she's been suspended-
- and now wants to go through my negatives. I threw her out.
How can we believe you when you lie all the time?
We've also got incriminating evidence.
You met in Kabul 6 months ago. You had an affair.
Then you leave and she shows up at your house, pregnant.
You argue. You want nothing to do with it.
She leaves but shows up at your show, upset. You argue.
She snatches one of your photos and storms out and you drive after her.
You're furious and the drink makes it worse. Who does she think she is?
- You catch up with her at the marina. - You just want to scare her.
But the car slips into gear and she's lying there dead.
Don't you want some ice on that fat lip? It looks painful.
I refuse to say anything until I have a lawyer here.
Let's take a break. - The suspect wants his lawyer.
Thank you.
Hey, Wallander...
Yes?
The true masters of photography knew that the picture was double-edged.
They recorded only what the camera caught.
They didn't judge, didn't preach, didn't lie.
They became invisible. They became the camera.
The rest they left up to the viewer.
I'm not one of them, but I try to learn from them.
I'm on the outside, just recording.
But I neverget involved.
You have all the facts, but you're looking at them with the wrong eyes.
He can stay there the night, but we won't get him to talk.
I spoke to his lawyer, Ivar Gullhjelm. He's the only one who can stand him.
He's in London, and can't get here until tomorrow.
A moment, Ebba. - Where's Linda?
In Copenhagen talking to his agent.
Sarah Lyell's husband is here. He's really handsome.
He's in your office. Comb your hair.
I've got a note here for you. A woman called. An old colleague of Sarah's.
I'll talk to her.
She kept calling, begging for his address. I told her to piss off.
- So you didn't give it to her. - Never.
- You don't really think he killed her? - I'm just getting the facts.
I'll give you a fact. He didn't kill anyone.
How can you be so sure?
Robert's talent lay in winning people's trust.
He could smoke a joint with a Taliban one day and fly with a marine the next.
He doesn't take sides. He's a witness. We give him the best service we can.
And yet we found a fax from you with his address on amongst her things.
Who sent it?
I'm still waiting for Paris, Jens. - She doesn't work here any more.
- I want a deposit for the picture. - A deposit? We're not buying it.
It costs 8,000 kronor. We take Diners, MasterCard...
It costs 22,000 kronor to obstruct a murder inquiry.
We take Visa.
Sarah Lyell. Can we...?
Malin Persson? Stefan Lindman, Ystad police.
As you know, Sarah Lyell was found dead yesterday morning.
Did you know her well?
No. We had lunch together a couple of times in Kabul.
I'm a nurse, she was administrative director for Asia.
It's like a private and a general.
Why was she suspended?
The WFO was accused of stealing a collection of seals in Kabul.
Seals?
Cylinder-shaped objects, so big. About 3,500 years old.
Carved out of ivory, metal or stone.
The WFO's HQ was above an archaeological museum.
Or what was left of one.
The Afghans noticed that a valuable collection had gone missing.
The WFO was accused of harbouring a thief and Sarah was dispatched home.
Could she have stolen them?
Theoretically, yes.
But she lived to help the poor, not to take things from the needy.
- Do you know a Robert Thuresson? - Never heard of him.
Why is it like this? Why was Ghandi killed and not Stalin?
Thanks. We'll be in touch if we need you.
Kurt, this is the photo Sarah tore down from the wall.
One of those was stolen from the museum in Kabul.
That's why she was sent home five months ago.
And four months ago she fell pregnant.
If Robert and Sarah were there together he might've been involved in the theft.
Check it out. - Linda, you find out his whereabouts when Sarah got pregnant.
I'll go back to his house.
Ebba, could you ask the embassy to get their skates on?
It's sorted, Kurt. They're faxing over the papers Tom's to sign.
- We can't ask him to stay any longer. - I know. It's all in hand.
- Otherwise OK? - Yes, when you're here.
- Hi, Nyberg. How's it going? - Fine.
- Can I take some cardboard boxes? - Be my guest.
This is today's crop.
A.22 calibre pistol without ammunition or licence.
An old shotgun that we found in the hall. Cartridges.
Hash, 6 grams, that we found in the firewood bin.
And a few litres of moonshine that we found in the shed.
But not one single photograph.
Has his mother been there the whole afternoon?
She hasn't let me out of her sight all day.
- Is there any coffee? - In a flask in the kitchen.
Hello. Are you busy?
I brought you some coffee.
Nice cups. Have you made them?
You didn't come here to drink coffee and talk about pottery.
No.
I think the alibi you gave Robert is false.
He didn't go home with you, did he.
- Do you have children? - No, unfortunately not.
You never, never, never stop worrying.
Robert is a grown man, but he's still my child.
He seeks out the dangers, wars, diseases, executions...
Each night when I go to bed, I don't know if he's dead or alive.
Nine months a year. Year after year.
The woman we found in the marina...
She was pregnant.
Listen. If you think he got her pregnant...
...then have I got some news for you.
Linda?
MY THINGS - COLLECT LATER
Linda? Are you here?
I've moved out.
Have you... moved out? Have you had a fight?
- It's over. - Over? Can't you talk about it?
That's just what we can't do.
Does...
...Stefan know you're here?
No.
Baby...
Listen... Would you like a whisky?
- Maybe not. - No thanks, I'm fine.
Some music?
I know what we'll do. You sleep in my room...
...and I'll take the sofa.
- But Dad... - What? It'll be fine...
- Don't. I'll sleep... - It's no trouble.
- I'll sleep on the sofa. - I'll just find a pillow.
- Dad! - Are you sure?
Yes, I'm sure.
- I'll get some coffee going. - Do that.
Remember when the puppet theatre burnt down?
When we got there it was just ash? You looked so miserable!
And you refused to accept that it had burnt to ashes.
The owner came over to comfort you and said:
"Everything's gone. All that's left is the key." And you said...
"Show it to me."
And he took out the key and gave it to you.
- I still have it somewhere. - Really?
I know! Remember Advent?
Do you know what Robert Thuresson's mother said?
She said he was gay.
100 per cent.
Oh, Christ. OK...
If that's right, he could hardly have been the father.
Who knows what lies buried...? No, it makes it a little less likely.
It does indeed.
- Answer it then. - I can't be bothered. You do it.
It's not my phone.
So let's sit here and drink our coffee.
Let's do that. Let's drink our coffee.
Hi. It's a break-in. The mother's in the lounge. Hasn't spoken a word.
- How is she? - Not too good.
She was in bed and heard a sound. She looked out and saw a man run off.
- Have you touched anything? - No, everything's intact.
Did he take anything?
Hard to say. This camera cabinet's been forced.
- Something seems to be missing. - They must've dropped this.
What the...? Check in the other cameras.
The cameras are his pride and joy. He's collected them since his teens.
Ring the experts in Lund. I want to know more.
Call the dog squad so we can track him down. I'll call for backup.
Grönqvist, can't you ring them?
Since she didn't hear a motor, and we've found no tyre tracks-
- he, she or them got here on foot.
- Maybe they parked down the road. - But we have to find the tracks.
I found the camera there.
I've got hold of a professor. He can get here in an hour.
I haven't got hold of Stefan.
Keep trying. Tell him to get down the station.
Professor Jönsson sat examining the seal for 10 minutes.
He thinks it's from Kabul and worth a fortune.
- How certain was he. - Very. He wants to see more.
Take pictures, contact colleagues and so on.
We'll lock it away. Come on, hand it over.
Can you be trusted?
Of course not.
Then ring the USA and ask Sarah's doctor if she named the father.
- But it's night-time there. - Just ring...
Talk.
What shall I talk about?
You've had a break-in. We found this in your house.
- You found this in my house? - Yes. Can you explain it?
Maybe I can.
You were at the museum in Kabul. Sarah told you what to take.
When you got back, you'd sell the seal and share the profit.
But when she demanded her money, you'd changed your mind.
It wasn't just any old picture she took, was it.
You're all out of your bloody minds!
I want my lawyer... now!
72-44. We've lost the trail.
By a summer cottage near the beach.
OK, sure. Thanks anyway.
The trail led nowhere. Just died out near the beach. See you.
- Kurt speaking. - I've got Tom Lyell's papers here.
The embassy's sent all we need so he just has to sign them.
I'm outside the hotel now. I can go and talk to him.
- Good, Ebba. Thank you. Bye. - Bye.
I'm looking for a Tom Lyell.
- No one's answering. - OK.
See you inside.
- Is that my stuff. - Yes.
- All yours. - Thanks.
- Why the hell don't you say anything? - I've tried.
Really mature of you just to get up and go.
Kurt!
Thuresson's mother is here.
- About the break-in? - I don't know.
She insists on talking only to you.
Hello, Anita. You wanted to talk to me.
It was me that did it.
- Did what? - Ran over that American woman.
You killed her because she'd argued with your son.
It was an accident.
I was just trying to scare her off.
So what happened?
I drove after her down to the marina. It was dark.
She was running ahead of the car.
So I put my foot down and she was knocked into the water.
- But she was alive when she fell in? - Yes...
But she drowned.
I didn't have time to help her.
Anita, you've been of great help to the investigation.
When you go, I'd like you to talk to the desk sergeant-
- so they can write a report on the break-in.
- Aren't you going to arrest me? - Not just yet.
- Thuresson's lawyer is waiting for us. - Good.
Do you know where Thuresson was when Sarah got pregnant?
Linda checked with his agent, who said he was on a job in China.
I see. Good.
Ebba, make sure Mr Lyell gets a lift to the hotel.
What are the charges?
We'd like to start by hearing how the accused pleas.
The accused is a victim of police violence.
Unfounded suspicion, arrest without submission of evidence-
- and had his first interview without legal representation.
You have no real evidence, no witnesses, and inconsistent motives.
It's quite simply a legal scandal!
He has a long police record. He violently resisted arrest-
- and he's lied about what he knows about the victim and the case.
An earring belonging to the victim was found in his car-
- along with some stolen goods from a theft in Kabul six months ago.
He also has an unsatisfactory alibi for the night of the murder.
So what charges are the police bringing?
All charges are dropped and he's free to go.
One moment, Kurt.
- With immediate effect? - With immediate effect.
Kurt!
Wait.
- What are you playing at? - It's not him.
- How the hell can you know that? - It's not him. I know it.
We've been looking at things with the wrong eyes.
It could just as easily be him.
- Tom Lyell? - And why not?
Jealousy? What do I know. Use your imagination.
Sarah didn't want a child with him. She was 20 years younger. Gifted.
She abandoned him for her career. She caught him stealing the seal.
But he was in the USA when she was killed.
How do you know? Have you checked Tom's ticket?
Called customs? Found the other glove?
Have you done any DNA tests? No. Lazy bastards.
Christ.
Welcome back.
- Anja Sörensen. Where can I find her? - Upstairs, room 3.
Have you an appointment?
- How are things at home? - Not so good.
No? Have you spoken...
- Hello, Anja. - Kurt! I'm with a patient!
- I can see that. - Get out of here!
I want to talk to you now. You don't answer my calls.
Just five minutes, OK? Wait here.
- I'm sorry for showing up like this... - You can't come in when I'm busy!
- Can we...? - In here. Shut the door.
- What do you want from me? - Kurt, I'm sorry...
You said you wanted to meet me. We've been with each other.
- You said it was nice. - It was lovely.
- What's missing? What's missing? - Listen to me. I can't.
I'd love to but I can't.
I saw your husband and you yesterday.
How the hell do you think that feels when I love you?
But Kurt...
He's promised to stop travelling and I've promised to stay with him.
- But I never travel anywhere. - Oh, Kurt, Kurt...
- Kurt? - I'm listening...
No... no... stop it... No, Kurt, no!
We can't.
What are you doing here?
What's going on, Robert?
God knows. The police think it was me who ran over that American woman.
Was it you? Was it?!
Answer me.
No. It wasn't me.
You're all I've got.
Go away somewhere.
Go abroad to Spain or Mexico - somewhere where there's no war.
I've packed a bag for you. It's in the bedroom.
Yes, OK.
- Go home, there's something I must do. - I'll cook you something.
Good boy!
- Well done! - Good dog!
Jesus H. Christ!
Shit!
Sarah's doctor said she'd been trying for two years.
But she didn't know her husband had had the snip.
- The snip? - A vasectomy. He couldn't have kids.
She went to a fertility clinic, and became pregnant four months ago.
Wait a minute. He said he was the one who wanted kids. She didn't.
So you mean he's been lying to my face?
There's more. He landed a day before we found Sarah in the marina.
Kurt, you've got a call. It's Robert Thuresson. He sounds drunk.
OK, I'll take it.
- Kurt Wallander? - He's in one of my photos.
The guy in the car park. In Kabul, outside the museum.
- It's him. I never forget a face. - Where are you now?
- At home. - Can you stay there?
- Come and get it, for Christ's sake! - We're on our way.
Svartman! Svartman!
Did you drive Tom to the hotel?
- No, he said he wanted to see Ystad. - Damn!
Linda, see if he's at the hotel. If not, wait until he shows up.
You and me are going to Thuresson's. - Next time, you listen to me!
Kurt, I've found something interesting.
Blood stains on this American coat, and the other glove...
- Good work, Nyberg! - Not that interesting, maybe.
Robert? Robert?
He's alive. Ring an ambulance and say it's a cop. They'll be quicker.
- Ring Linda. - OK.
Shit.
Hi. Wallander, police. You have a Tom Lyell here. Is he in his room?
His key's gone, but I haven't seen him come in.
- What room's he in? - 331.
Give me the master key. Now.
Thanks.
Reception here. He's on his way up.
He's turned up.
Police!
I'm just here to put some fresh towels out. I've got a work permit...
He was here, but he must've gone.
To the airport. Linda and I will take the motorway, you take the small roads.
Stefan, we've reached the motorway.
Overtake that van.
Not him.
There's a taxi.
Slow down... that's not him either. Just a mother and kids.
Stefan here. Not a sign of him.
If he's gone another way, I'll reach the bridge before you.
Faster.
- That taxi's just sped up. After it! - Call the toll station.
Kurt Wallander, Ystad police.
We're tailing a taxi heading for the Danish border. Don't let anyone cross.
Close the barriers!
Damn!
Faster! Faster!
The Danes have the other side covered and want us to pull back.
Like hell we will. Where are you?
1 km behind you. Step on it - we can head him off on the island.
- 75 meters behind. - Let's get him!
You bet there damn well is!
Too right we are, you bastard!
Well, I'll be! Have you come to propose now?
Thought you might need some company.
No one calls-
- but as soon as you get a bellyful of shot or step on a landmine-
- you get showered with flowers and Snoopy cards!
- Everything fine? - More-fine!
- I'm just lying here thinking. - Don't.
It's hard not to.
I once had a mate in New York. A photographer. A great guy.
He was on a job in the Bronx...
He took loads of great photos of the environment, fates, faces, lives...
But there was a serial killer on the loose in the neighbourhood.
He left the police clues in letterboxes.
One day, the photographer noticed he had some shots of the guy.
What did he do?
He knew, of course. I didn't.
If you'd known what you do now, would you have given Sarah the negatives?
I don't know.
If you had, maybe she'd still be alive.
That was low.
OK.
Join me for a beer some time?
- It'll never happen. - No. But if you change your mind...
...bring your gun and we'll have some fun after a bottle of vodka or two.
- OK. Look after yourself. - Bye.
OK, coming.
Coming, coming...
- Hi! - Well, hi there gorgeous!
- You look great! - Thanks.
I'm seeing friends. Just thought I'd check up on you.
I'm taking it easy with something soothing.
Celebrating the bust. Macallan, ten-year old, fine oak.
No. Do you remember what we drank when you were small?
When I came home tired and you woke up?
- Kivik's whiskey. - Yes. 12 years old.
- Want some? - Please.
Here it comes. Listen to this bit.
God, that's beautiful.
Would you like me to stay?
What?
Aren't you going out?
Answer the question. Would you like me to stay?
OK, I'll answer.
I want you to stay.
Do you want to?
Yes.
What's for dinner?