04x04 - The Hospital Murders

[bunniefuu]

* mysterious sounds *

* TV noise *

* Woman gasps. *

Bridget?

Martin Beck

* theme music *

Gunvald Larson

* mysterious sounds *

*rapid breathing*

Already on your feet?

Yes, there you are all to yourself.

And how much? - Two rounds.

Well, three then.

Is mom still sleeping?

Hm. Go in and have breakfast.

And you?

I have to go to the hospital.
- But I baked.

I saw that, took
something with me.

clean with you

* Engine starts. *

* depressing music *

* Man is crying. *

Sleep well.

* menacing sounds *

Ah, maybe I'm wrong, but...

don't we have more
important things to do than um,

to search for a nurse ,

who gave a patient
the wrong syringe?

And a patient at that who
would have died soon anyway?

Your health doesn't matter

still someone could
have k*lled her.

A used morphine syringe
was found in her room.

So the question is:
Who was in the room?

The hospital management
is quite cautious after

this case with the
pediatrician a few years ago.

[Klas] We don't want to pillory

another innocent doctor, do we?

Just so it gives you
more interest in the case,

you should know that the
patient's son doesn't believe

that this is a mistake.

After the hospital he
also filed a complaint.

So kindly drive to
him and talk to him.

If that worked.

As I said, no scandals and
nothing goes to the press. OK?

Good.

- Were there fingerprints on the syringe?
N
- o, there weren't any.

They wear rubber gloves
when they give injections.

At least in this case.

Ayda, could you find out
what we say about the patient,

this Birgitta Lindvall?
And about her doctor, Johan Fors.

Then pass the
material on to Gunvald.

And we're driving by
the coroner's office.

- Oscar?
- What? Uh yeah

Do you really want to work with
a hangover like that, Gunvald?

Sorry but I don't
have a hangover.

I was up all night reading a
book, very good by the way.

It's about the last years of the
Cold w*r. That tells you something.

Russians were
villains then not Arabs.

- Gunvald...
- You'll get the point with the introduction.

Gunvald!

One ​​shouldn't have a
headache in this world,

without making a
big fuss immediately ?

Would that be possible?

How is it going?

Does she often keep
you up at night, little ones?

- Ebba, right?
- Emma.

Emma. Emma.

Excuse me if I'm, um, well...

No problem, sit and I'll go in.

OK.

Birgitta Lindvall, 61 years
old, was on the neurological.

- Cause of death?
- Lack of oxygen.

So did she suffocate?

Yes, although this is
not uncommon in ALS.

That's what happens in the end.

Would that be the same without morphine?

Hm. That's where her venous
catheter was. The valve

was open, so she may
have been injected, but...

It happens that people
die a natural death.

It takes a few days
to get the results.

Do you want to eat together?

Ah, I can't do
that today, sorry.

But another time I really like.

*door knock*

Oh. Am I disturbing you?

Not directly. Hello.

This is Martin Beck.
And this is my husband Rolf.

[Rolf] Ah yes. Good day.

- Police I assume?
- Yes, it is.

I was going to ask if we
could take a look at this

- sofa, but you guys are
working and...
- No, we're done.

Our daughter is
moving from home...

- We've got a lot to do there.
Y
- es.

I'm going to change quickly.

- Do you want us to take you somewhere?
N
- o, not necessary. Thank you.

- Secure?
- Yes, I have a car...

- A colleague is waiting for me outside.
- Are you coming?

* Door closes. *

* snoring *

* Martin sighs. *

* Turn on police siren. *

What?

* Turn them off again. *

Well then, let's go.

Yes.

Hello. - Good morning.

You, what are you drinking at your house?
Italian coffee?

Uh, yeah, I think he is.

Try the Arabic one,
it tastes much better.

Oh yes? - Hmm.

I thought it was seasoned.

No. It is also available
online without spices.

I could order it for you.
- Really?

Can we start?

Yes, let's talk about buying
an espresso machine.

Yes, exactly.
- We only need 300 crowns.

Everyone added something.
And you, Sven?

As you know, I drink tea,
why should I pay extra?

Out of solidarity.

You would have happy colleagues.
Isn't it worth it?

[Sven] Listen, we're getting a
new patient today. He only has...

Johan. Could we talk
for a moment, please?

OK.

- Were you the doctor in charge
for Birgitta Lindvall?
- Yes.

I reacted immediately when I
heard about the empty syringe.

I was really amazed when
I heard what was inside.

- Morphine?
- Yes.

Uh, could we check
your medical records?

Yes, of couse.
I printed them out.

It says it was brought
in two months ago.

She couldn't manage on her own anymore.
Her illness progressed rapidly.

But not so fast that
she was about to die?

No. She recently had pneumonia,

but she is recovering from it.

Why didn't she come
to the intensive care unit,

I mean with ALS and pneumonia?

No, she didn't want that any
more than she wanted a ventilator.

Every patient has the right
to decide for themselves.

And then she died, on June 12th.
Were you on duty?

Yes.

- Until what time?
- Nine o'clock.

And then you drive home?

I understand you
need to ask these

questions and I will
answer them, but...

It's not very comfortable for us.

I went straight home.
My wife can attest to that.

Do you know when you were
last in contact with the patient?

I was in her room
around...about six-thirty.

- And why were you with her?
- It was about her son again.

He... questioned our work here.

She was embarrassed and
wanted to apologize for that.

[Johan] It wasn't the first time.

He questioned you? But, but how?

He probably didn't want to see
that his mother was terminally ill.

Do you want a coffee?

[Jenny] Water? - No thank you.

How are you doing?

- How do you think I'm doing?
I
- dunno.

tell me

My mom was k*lled by them.

I knew right away. I knew
she was going to die in there.

- this would not have happened at home.
W
- h* would have taken care of her?

well me

She had nobody but me.

But wasn't professional help
good? She was seriously ill.

In there she became that.
Seriously ill.

Before that she was just sick.

No one forced you to go there.

I mean, she had her
own will, didn't she?

Yes, she had.

But that didn't matter
'cause he kept trolling her

this quack, this vain.
- [Jenny] Who?

Johan Fors.

She was afraid of him,
didn't dare to contradict.

Mama got worse and
worse in there. And then...

did he k*ll her

I have proof. He, uh...

He always avoided me.

Whether I was visiting my mom or whether
I wanted to make an appointment with him.

I sent this umpteen
times before he replied.

It says here you
wanted for her to be fired.

[Peter] Read the answer.

But it says in black and
white what he intended to do.

I guess it depends
how you interpret it.

"Your mother has no
chance of recovery.

Your condition will
continue to deteriorate.

The end of this
disease is very painful.

One cannot say whether
death might not be a salvation.

It might even be...
something beautiful for them."

Something nice!

But it's right here.

* mysterious sounds *

Hello, it's me dad. is mom there

Hey, I just wanted to say that
a few things happened here.

There's no need to
worry if anyone calls.

It'll probably be best if
you don't answer the phone.

Let's keep talking
when I'm home.

Please...

One of my older patients.

I would like to tell you first
of all: Johan is a very skilled

doctor who is well liked by
his colleagues and patients.

With me you can search for a
long time to find mistakes on his part.

Neither Johan nor anyone
else here deals with euthanasia.

There is a big difference between
alleviating and ending suffering.

Right now we have reason
to assume someone did.

Whether negligent homicide
or intentional manslaughter,

we're talking about both cases
here rather serious crimes.

We need a list of those
who worked on June 12th.

And from those who
had contact with the

patient or who could
have been in her room.

- But of course. You can have it.
W
- ell, first of all, thank you.

No, nothing about Johan Fors.
Or nothing that catches the eye.

I looked through the criminal
charges against the hospital.

No maltreatment
in the last two years,

- just a few suicides.
L
- ike, only suicides?

Patients are probably
chasing after a bad result

a b*llet in the head.
No fault of the hospital.

Who knows.
There are enough mistakes.

mmm According to the health department, this
happens equally often in large hospitals.

- And the patient?
- She
was a needlework teacher,

divorced since 1982,
no other children.

She's had enough to
do with that one idiot.

She left no fortune.
If so, then no m*rder for money.

Maybe someone felt sorry.

Sympathy.

Does it ring? Apparently not.

* depressing sounds *

"m*rder*r."

I started at eight o'clock in the
evening and then I made my rounds.

I remember I asked Birgitta if
she wanted a glass of water.

And then I helped her drink it.

Eight o'clock? - Yes.

Water... and nothing else?
- No.

And you were responsible
for her that evening?

Yes.

No thank you. - Secure?

Thanks.

Were you with her
again that evening?

No, not before I found her dead.

I came into her room and
she was sitting there so weird.

In such a strange position.
So I went over to her and

then I saw that there was
this syringe on the table

and also that the shutter
of the PVC was open.

PVC?
- The venous catheter on her arm.

I knew I hadn't
given her an injection.

So I reported it to
Vibeke, the doctor on duty.

- What did you think?
- That it was negligent.

You don't just leave
empty syringes lying around.

Then what did you do?

I took the syringe with a paper

napkin and put it in the closet.

Then I asked Frida
to get the patient

ready and then I
informed her son.

Well, and he didn't
really respond well to it.

No.

As a doctor, how much do you deal
with the patients of your colleagues?

We've been helping each other.

It's kind of a change
for some patients,

but Birgitta Lindvall
was a patient

with whom I had
almost no contact at all.

Certainly not the
night she died.

Johan took great care of her.

- What do you mean?
- I'm just saying that he,

he really, um...

Some people take their
jobs home with them.

They give their private
number to patients or relatives,

answer the phone in the middle
of the night, things like that.

Is Johan the kind

who suffer so much
for their patients,

that he would help them die?

- I did not say that.
W
- hat did you say then?

I just said that he
was very committed.

* mysterious sounds *

*deep exhale*

* Cell phone vibrates. *

[Johan] Johan Fors.

Hm, yes, that's possible.

Good. Goodbye.

Who was that?

The police.

They want to talk to
me again tomorrow...

They talk to everyone.
- What if they don't find out?

What if they don't find
out what happened?

So are you still responsible?

I don't know.
- Call your lawyer.

I still do.

* She sighs. *

Do you ever think of us?

What the hell do you mean by that?
- That you are almost never at home

and if you are there, one
cannot communicate with you,

because you are completely absent.
- Because I'm so damn tired.

'Cause I'm working like a nut
for your wannabe education.

You should be ashamed of yourself.

We had an agreement, you and me.

That we're there
for Sofie, both of us.

She needs us, both of us.

I know. Excuse me.

You know, she's
made such progress.

She goes to her lectures
and even enjoys it a bit.

Don't break that.

It's dessert now.

Thank you Sophie, that was delicious.
- Gladly.

* TV noise *

* mysterious sounds *

Hey, it's Johan.

Um, I wanted to ask if we
could meet up for a minute.

i need someone to talk to

I hope you're still listening to this.

Otherwise I'll be there
in twenty minutes. So...

* exciting music *

* Quiet music *

*impact*

Thanks. Stay here for a moment.

Well, he wasn't downstairs
cleaning the windows.

- He fell from a great height.
H
- e just saw something hit.

When he saw what it was, he
ran to the guard. He dialed 911.

Then the security guard walked around here.

Anyway, he had the good
sense not to touch the body.

- Where did you get that?
F
- rom the cafeteria.

Very good, would you like?

That one let Johan Fors in.

They close at ten p.m.
and open again at five.

Should someone want to get
in in between, he has to ring.

He recognized him,
but that's about it.

Which stations are on this side?

All windows were closed.

[KLI boss] Johan went
up here to take a break.

[KLI boss] He's
not the only one.

He was on duty last night?

Uh, no.

Well, smoking can k*ll.

Was he there by car?

Yes, a Toyota. It's down in the

parking lot, the keys
were in the pocket.

Look at the car then.
Er, sorry...

There are more cigarettes here.

We have to lock up up here,
his room on the ward too.

Well, those who smoke
want to go somewhere else.

- What do you think happened?
W
- hat do you think?

Lord, don't...

* Quiet music *

[sigh] Oh dear.

You never get used to that.

No.

I know.

Two young police
officers have a family

deliver a death notice.

Husband died in a car accident .

They drive there... and they ring the bell.

The wife opens the door and
one of the police officers asks:

"Are you the widow Pettersson?"

"No, I am definitely not."

- He says: "Want to bet?"
- Tell me...

* Gunvald laughs. *

Hey, my name is Martin Beck.
And this is Gunvald Larsson.

We're the police. Are you...

Uh mom.

I didn't even know he was gone.

Well, he wasn't there
when we woke up, but...

That wasn't unusual
when he started early.

And he didn't say anything
about about going to the hospital?

No. We slept.

I slept...

What an impression
did he make yesterday?

Did he behave any differently?

He was very upset by
what happened to his patient.

- Dismayed?
- Yes.

Or, rather... worried.

Martin, we talked about this.

This is exactly what
shouldn't have happened.

My phone keeps ringing.

Even the chief of police asks
who the hell screwed that up.

As far as I can tell, we
were acting by the book.

- Already...
- Listen to me.

There was no indication
that he was suicidal,

- if it was suicide at all.
- Okay, listen:

We'll close this case ASAP and

figure something
out for the press.

With a happy ending, you understand?
Excuse me.

With a happy ending.

First we have the
patient, Birgitta Lindvall,

who died from improperly
administered medication.

- Maybe.
- Yes, maybe.

We can't just stand by
waiting for a lab report.

And now they found the
doctor of the patient, Johan Fors,

dead, after falling
off the hospital roof.

Accident or suicide.
If we follow the theory,

that he k*lled his patient, then
it would probably be the latter.

For me, the decisive factor is
that he's been on this roof before.

He's not going up there to smoke,
suddenly stumbles and falls down.

Most of you probably
heard what happened.

We still need to talk to
each and every one of you.

Our forensics technicians
investigate while you work,

the work surfaces,
locker rooms and so on.

I hope you understand that.

The patients should not
notice so much. You need rest.

- *mobile phone*
- Excuse me.

Beck.

Okay thanks.

- Gunvald.
- Oscar.

It is important that you
remember what you saw

or heard, both in
relation to your colleagues

as well as the evening
Birgitta Lindvall died.

Doctors ordain, but nurses
give medicines to patients.

Do you have special keys?
- pass cards.

So only nurses
pull out the meds?

Hm.
- Do they also check the inventory?

We have regular
inventory, not 100% control.

Not really?

No, we are understaffed
and under time pressure.

It's not a top
priority, you know.

So could something
ever disappear

without being
noticed right away?

Yes.

And a doctor can ask for
something without having

to tell the nurse exactly
what he needs it for?

Yes. However, one would
react if it were too much.

A little bit could be
hidden from the staff.

A small proportion of our
doctors are themselves on pills.

Johan Fors?

What? No. No, I
can't imagine that.

[Jenny] Are tickets personal?
- Yes.

So you can see who was
at which pantry and when?

Yes you can.

[Oskar] We have to
check all the maps.

[Frida] All cards?
- [Oscar] Yes.

Oscar Bergman, police. - Sarah.

It's not possible to collect all
the cards, we can't work on that.

[Frida] But I'll get a list of
when and where they were used.

And how long would that take?

Um, yes, see you tomorrow?

OK.

I didn't think that was important at first.

He's bleeding badly and
also has broken bones from

the fall, but that's
different. Can you see it?

- Didn't he fall on grass?
- Yes.

And there weren't any rocks

- or anything else edgy?
- No.

Then this injury is
from somewhere else.

- From before the fall?
- Hm.

- And is this injury fatal?
- There is no doubt about it.

- Hardly self-inflicted.
- No.

So now we should search
for a m*rder weapon.

Yes.

- Do you still make any of these?
A
- ha, you have what?

Do you see that?

[Andrea] Looks like blood.

* Door bell *

Hi Petter. We need
to speak to you again.

Would you like a cup of coffee?
Or freshly baked cookies.

No thanks.

What, uh, happened?

Johan Fors, the attending physician
Your mother was found dead.

What?

- Then when?
T
- he evening before last.

We believe he was m*rder*d.
You don't seem very surprised.

- But, but still...
- Not sad, at least.

But that's understandable.
You didn't exactly like him.

- Who's playing black?
- Um, put those back down.

And who knows?

- Well, her.
- Who, "she"?

Mummy.

What were you doing the day
before yesterday around midnight?

Um, um, I... I was, um... here.

What have you done?

- Um, I slept.
- Where?

- What?
- Where did you sleep?

- What, I live here.
- Yes, yes.

- I asked where did you sleep?
- What do you mean?

- I mean what I say. Where
did
- y
- ou sleep, in which room?

[Klas] From what you
said, it's looking bad

for him, but it's not
enough for an indictment.

But did he really k*ll Johan Fors?

Why was he so
persistent with the ad?

- He just wanted to sue him.
- What does "only" mean here?

As a paranoid boss,

who is in his forties
sleeping in his mother's bed,

perhaps go a little further
and draw heavier borders.

Sure, but that doesn't
make him a k*ller.

First we have to prove his tracks
at the crime scene. Gladly more.

What about the surveillance cameras?

The hospital management is
causing problems. Data protection.

Should we put more pressure on them?
- Yes.

[Klas] I'll see what I can do.

How are you, Gunvald?

I'm fine. I've only had
the fourth day in a row.

- Everything else okay.
- Where are they located?

- They're everywhere.
- Here, please. Try it.

Thanks, I don't need
Your boiled potato water.

- You should get this checked out.
- God, thank you.

- I'm feeling a lot better.
- There's tea in there, with ginger.

- So who's going to family?
O
- n the way.

- Who could have done this?
T
- hat's exactly what we want to find out.

Sorry I have to ask you what
you were doing when it happened?

- I?
- This is just routine.

[Eva] I slept here.

Deep and firm. I have a hard

time falling asleep,
so I took a pill.

- Were you at home too?
- Yes.

- And you slept too?
- Yes.

* egg timer *

- Does Sophie have to stay here?
N
- o. We can talk later.

Do you know if there was anyone
who wanted to harm your husband?

No.

Well, the son of the
patient who died...

Johan spoke of him. He didn't
seem to be doing...really well.

He sat in his car in the
parking lot several times.

- In the hospital parking lot?
- Yes.

Why was he sitting there, what do you think?

He just sat there.

- He just sat there?
- Hm.

But not on the night
that Johan died.

Hmm... no.

- Were you on duty?
- Yes, but I didn't see Johan.

Maybe it was because I'm home.

- You went home?
- Yes, I felt sick.

I went home to lie down.

What time was it there?

- About eleven o'clock.
- Evening?

- * Door knock *
- Come in.

Thanks.

* Door closes. *

I see here that you
were on the phone.

- The call lasted 15 seconds.
- No, I missed the call.

* clear throat *

I forgot my cell phone in the

locker room, but
he left my voicemail.

What did he say?

He said he wanted
to speak to me and

that he was on his
way to the hospital.

Yes, but then he called
again after fifteen minutes,

but you didn't call
back thirty minutes later.

No, I didn't see he
called until I got home.

So I tried to call him back.

And several times, you
have to see that there too.

And he didn't answer?

- No, it had already happened.
H
- m, very late talks.

- Did you have a special relationship?
- Yes, and I'm very happy about that.

You have to put up with a
lot in the nursing profession.

We're only human, we could...

We wouldn't make it if
we didn't talk to each other.

- That certainly applies to your job too.
T
- hat we too are only human?

About this There are
definitely divided opinions.

No, I haven't heard
from neurology.

- Not?
- No.

That's a pretty good
station I think. People like it.

Rare vacancies there.
They have little time

there for any scandals,
like on all other wards.

So that's not really true
about love in the hospital?

There is no time for that now.

But of course if an insanely
cute sister showed up,

then I could imagine
something with her. Perhaps.

Have you decided?
What you want to eat, so...

On my word, dad, I don't have anything
going on with a girlfriend. Honest.

Unfortunately.

Yes, I've made my decision.
what are you taking

Well, I'll take the usual.

Listen, dad, you work 12 hours

a day and then you order here

the same food,
over and over again?

What kind of life is this?

Martin? Well, you started out as a
tiger and came home as a bedside rug.

You look awful.
Is your battery empty?

- You could say that, yes.
- Hm, you need traffic.

- Please what?
- Cuddling.
Fumble. get the shot.

- It's okay now, isn't it?
- Martin?

What are you saying? Single
cruise to Aland. Not bad, right?

I mean, you and me, a
little aftershave on our

cheeks, and a dance
floor full of gallant ladies.

Are only 450 kroner, all inclusive.
Isn't it a brilliant idea, Martin?

- I'll think about it.
- Do that.

Love, old man. Without one dies.

Can you come
in for a little bit?

- Today was a long day, so no.
- Aha, yes. OK.

- Thank you.
- Gladly.

You can keep the brochure.

*muffled tango music
through the wall*

* Neighbor hums and
sings to the music. *

* mysterious sounds *

*door rattle*

* exciting music *

Sophie?

* mysterious sounds *

* Cell phone vibrates. *

* Sophie gasps. *

- [Oscar] Good morning.
- Tomorrow.

Let's take a look
later at the hospital.

Get stuck in the tube or
something. I would do it this way.

I believe that immediately.

- Then you could rule something out.
T
- hanks for caring.

It's not a brain
tumor, I'm just tired.

You don't look so fresh either.
Hello.

Hello.
- Hi. Uh, Emma has cold asthma.

- She coughs all night.
A
- sthma? Not good.

No, no, cold asthma.
You already know...

Now she still has a fever, so
everyone sleeps on the sofa.

Children are a free choice.

Yes, or some kind of
human drive, I've heard.

- For a part of us.
- Yes.

- Not everyone has it.
- Yes.

Isn't Martin here?
- [Ayda] He's coming soon. Coffee?

Uh, no thanks.

Right, the coffee slop is
only drunk in an emergency.

You can contribute to this.

Heck, I thought cops
work best after bad coffee.

Nobody works well
after bad coffee.

- Sorry, but I only have...
- one ticket.
Even better.

You're the boss.

* Money rattles. *

Please.

*window knock*

- top model.
- Mhm.

- Very generous, boss.
- Of course.

Yes, but 500 crowns?

The blood on the
vent is by Johan Fors.

- The imprint matches the injury.
- Have a look.

I called the hospital
security department.

There are cameras at the
entrance but not on the wards.

Petter Lindvall, what
do we know about him?

A whole lot. He has been
to Rosenlund Hospital twice

because of depression and anxiety.


In 2004 he was
sentenced to three months

in prison for
trespassing and as*ault.

And he's a member
of a r*fle club.

Ten to fifteen percent
with a hunting license

- are mentally disturbed.
- I also have a hunting license.

- Who did he attack?
- A classmate from night school.

Her name is Kristina Lindstrom.
Here, please, if you want to see it.

[Ayda] Then he sent
the mails to Johan Fors.

I read them. They are
neither friendly nor threatening.

He has no alibi, is violent,
and is mentally cracked.

He had a motive
from what he says.

- Shall we bring him?
- Yes, do.

[Eva] Sophie!

Sophie!

* She gasps in agony. *

Sophie!

* She gasps. *

* exciting music *

Sophie! Sophie?

Sophie! Sophie!

* Mobile *

Yes Beck

Sofie. Can you turn around?

Do you recognize me?

What exactly happened?

They ran...

Did you meet someone?
Someone who scared you,

- who wanted to hurt you?
- No.

- You didn't meet anyone?
- No.

- Are you sure?
- Hm.

- What happened then?
- I don't remember.

You should try to rest.

She's probably just...

passed out.

That would be an understandable
reaction given all that was happening.

I shouldn't lecture on this,

they can do better here.

- Has this happened before?
- No.

Or maybe a few times,
in connection with their...

She had, she had
problems with the food.

Anorexia.

But that was... a while ago.

Hello? Can someone
help me with this?

[Sister] Where are you going?

[man] I want to go home.

There? - Yes.

Please sit down.
A doctor will come soon.

[man] Yes.

* mysterious sounds *

Wait here so long.

Give me your phone.
I'll be right back.

- I don't have to give you this.
Y
- es you have to.

This is how you obstruct a
homicide investigation, and that's bad.

- Sit down and bring your phone.
- Damn, I didn't do anything.

Fine, then it'll be over soon.
Cell phone, go, go, go.

- You can't hold
me down
- Sit down.

- Check that. Thoroughly.
- Okay.

Down to the smallest detail.

[Elevator announcement] "Eighth floor."

* mysterious sounds *

[Ayda] Give me your phone
and I'll tell you who you are.

Wait. Return.

There.

Martin?

- How's it going?
- Now we have it.

Interesting.

You said you were home and
asleep on the evening of the 14th.

And then you got an SMS from your
health insurance company at 11:26 p.m.

- Remember this?
- No.

They didn't get that many others.
None to be exact.

Sure, that you don't remember?

- What?
- I'm not sure.

- It may be.
W
- here were you when this text message came?

Um, I must have been at home.

No, you weren't.

They were near the
hospital, we can see that here.

Why are you lying?

We're going to arrest you now

on the strong suspicion
of m*rder to Johan Fors.

it wasn't me

Then what were you doing there?

I was... driving my car.

- And?
- I was just driving around.
The nights are...

It's hard to stay at home alone.

- Where were you going?
- Around.

- Around?
- Yes.

We see that you
were at the hospital.

Yes, I stood there in
the parking lot for a while,

but I wasn't inside. I
haven't met Johan Fors.

How did you know that
he was in the hospital?

- I did not know that.
B
- ut you followed him?

I'm not saying anything
now without my lawyer.

Aha.

Oh, uh, that nurse
from yesterday, Sara...

Yes? - Is she here today?

Yes, she's only gone for
a short time, do something.

OK. do you have her number - Um...
there. Sarah Nilsson.

Ah yes.

But on the 12th she wasn't
working when the patient died?

No, if it's not on schedule.

But maybe she was forgotten.
She is new.

Hi Sara. Uh, this is Oskar
Bergman from the police.

We saw each other yesterday. I'm
investigating Birgitta Lindvall's death.

I have a few questions for you.
Please call me back. Thanks.

Everyone in this room understands,
how desperate one can be,

when you lose the
one you love the most.

Everyone understands
that one can be very angry

and doesn't want to accept that.

To think that it
is terribly unfair

to be left alone.

We also understand

that you want to
find whom you blame.

And that person
loses his temper,

as happened to you with
Kristina Lindström, your classmate,

that you were angry at because
didn't share your feelings.

Uh, what's this gonna be? What?

- The price for this was very high.
- That was a hundred years ago.

- It was like that, wasn't it?
- That's completely sick.

It was them who k*lled Mama.

They were in prison.

- *mobile phone*
- Excuse me.

We interrupt very briefly.

* exciting music *

Say that again, please?

Birgitta Lindvall had no
trace of morphine in her body.

The results just came.
So she didn't die from that.

But probably because of the
pneumonia and the consequences of it.

- "The cause of death remains
lack of oxygen."
- Okay.

Thanks very much.

can you come for a minute

But you can give ibuprofen
and paracetamol alternately,

to bring down the fever?
- Yeah, just don't overdose.

Understand.
- How old is the child?

Uh, a month. - But... a month?

Uh, excuse me...

Sara!

Sara?

[Oscar] Sarah!

I didn't even work on the
ward, but on the one next to it.

I just wanted to go over
to get some compresses

because we were out
of stock on our ward.

I had this syringe in my hand
because I had another patient

had to administer morphine.

As I passed her room, I see

squirming back and
forth in the wheelchair.

I went in to help her get along.

I didn't do more.
- Why didn't you tell us that?

I don't know. I thought I had
something to do with this case after all.

That someone else
went in after me and that

there might have been
morphine in the syringe...

I was just scared.

I've just graduated
and just started here.

Every day you are afraid
of making a mistake.

* Mobile *

Excuse me.

Hello Martin.

What?

OK.

Yes, okay. Bye.

* Oscar sighs. *

I believe you.

If I tell you that your mother

died of entirely
natural causes...

There was no trace of
morphine in her body.

That is not true.

Read the Coroner's
report, it's in there.

Her mother died because she
suffered from a serious illness

and contracted pneumonia.

She couldn't breathe and choked.

No one tried to take her life,

no doctor and no one else either.

But there was this empty morphine
syringe lying around in her room.

- She wasn't injected.
- Then why didn't she ring the bell?

Maybe she couldn't.
Or she didn't want to.

If you took revenge, then I guess
that was a bit unnecessary, huh?

Or how was that? Hm?

That's impossible. They lie.

- Not really.
- They agreed.

You're just testing me.
Do you think I don't get it?

As I said, you can read
the coroner's report .

I wasn't. You can't
lock me up innocently.

You are so wrong. I was the

one who reported
that damn doctor.

Check his f*cking
private life and leave me

alone. I have nothing
more to say to you.

I would like to talk
to my client alone.

Yes, sure. We're going to take a
short break from the interrogation.

We need a longer break.
He is dizzy and nauseous.

He's been in there too long.
He needs food and rest.

- How about a massage?
- What?

- Massage.
- Why should he need it?

Good. We'll continue later.

Thanks.

* Martin sighs. *

What do you think should
we eat something too?

- I'm not hungry.
- You'll get it. Come on.

[Ayda] Here are the
lists you asked for.

Show.

Bergstrom, please.

How could you
forgot to let us know

that in Johan Fors'
closet in the hospital

was there a pack of condoms?
Opened and used.

No, I'm not kidding.
What, what "new man"?

Then he's obviously not
the right person for the job.

Maybe we'll go
something to eat now.

- Who said that?
D
- oesn't matter. Is it true?

I don't think it's really
any of your business.

If you're on a m*rder investigation

don't want to collaborate,
that would be a little weird.

- We had an affair.
H
- e was married.

yes he was

Now this is getting
but really weird.

Johan called you right
before he died and you said

that you would get
sick and go home.

Yes, that wasn't a lie.
Did you check it?

We know you left the
ward, but also the hospital?

- When exactly was that?
- Around eleven o'clock.

I really don't know if it
was five to or five past.

No. What did he want
when he called you?

- Did he want to meet you on the roof?
- [determined] No.

Then what did he want?

Unfortunately, as you
know, I never found out.

- Hello.
- Martin Beck, Police.

Come in.

It might be better we
could talk somewhere else.

I don't want to
leave Sofie alone.

I understand.

- How is she?
- She sleeps most of the time.

When she's awake,
she doesn't want to talk.

I'm just sitting and holding her hand.

What are you doing here?

We found out that Johan was
having an affair here at the hospital.

Did you know about it?
Or did you guess?

No.

- Who is it?
W
- e better ask the questions.

Now I have to ask you again,
I hope you understand why.

Where were you that night
when your husband died?

goodness gracious

I was at home.

* sobs *

[sobbing] I was at home.

*loud sobs*

He must be here somewhere.

They close at ten o'clock. He
went in unnoticed beforehand or

rang the bell, but the security
guard doesn't remember that.

This is the only
entrance at night?

Yes. All others are
closed at this time.

* She sniffs. *

I don't think I can
do any more today.

No. Anyway, now we know
what to do tomorrow morning

just not what we do
with Petter Lindvall.

Maybe after a night out in the
cell he'll be more cooperative.

It's that vibeke.
Eva, I think we can tick that off,

even if her alibi is something, um...

The daughter can't know whether
the mother was sleeping at home

- when she was sleeping herself.
- Maybe Eva is lying.

Maybe she's making her
daughter give a fake alibi.

Maybe that's why it folded .

Or it was the shock because
her father was m*rder*d.

Or it was the daughter.
Why not?

- What would her motive be?
- There's a lot.

- What if her father abused her?
W
- e'll talk to her,

once she's a little more responsive,
but for now I'm holding Vibeke

- as the more interesting of the two.
- Here.

She was Johan Fors' mistress.

It's not unreasonable
that they had a fight

and so she gave him a push.

Maybe her headaches
will go away with glasses.

[Ayda] You can get them at gas stations.
- Certainly not like that.

Good night.

*unsteady breathing*

* mysterious sounds *

* Sophie exhales deeply. *

* Cry *

*screams of anger*

* sobs *

*sigh*

*moan*

*removed music sounds*

[neighbor] Hello, Martin.

foxtrot. hip touches.
They like that.

[chuckling] I was a damn
good dancer as a young lad.

I believe you.

- Haven't you changed your mind?
N
- o, I... Another time.

OK.

- Good night.
- Good night, Martin.

* Notification sound *

"Got something to do at
police station tomorrow.

lunch at one? Gunilla."

*muffled music through the wall*

* Martin sighs. *

* Neighbor sings and
hums to the music. *

Gunvald, what was
that guard's name again?

Well, the guy at the entrance.
Yes, it's late, sorry.

Do you remember this guy?

Did you let him in or
did he go to the hospital,

before you graduate?

No.

But he was in the parking lot.

In the parking lot in
front of the hospital?

Yes, he was in a car
right near the entrance.

He sure was.
I'm good at remembering faces.

When did he sit there? Was that
before or after Johan Fors came in?

After that, I know because
I stretched my legs.

Up front, by the, uh, glass
wall, somewhere by the doors.

At some point you get
tired of the evening paper.

- He didn't get out of the car?
- No.

- Are you sure about that?
- Yes, I walked around for

a long time, probably
fifteen or twenty minutes.

I was just wondering
what that guy was doing.

He was still in the
car when this patient

came to you from the gym?
- Of course, yes.

This patient came right
after he saw the body hit?

Yes, the man was completely
shocked, he could hardly speak.

Thank you very much.
That helped us a lot.

- mmm
- Just one more thing.

Is this someone you
recognize from that evening?

Yes, I recognize her, but I don't
know if that was that evening.

You don't remember
you let them out

or she left the hospital
just before Johan Fors?

No, unfortunately,
I don't remember.

- Thank you again.
- Hm.

- You'll find your way out on
your own, right? Good.
- Yes, yes.

- Thank you very much.
O
- h, thanks again.

goodbye - Thanks.

*carried music*

Quickly into Mama's bed, shoo.

- So you've never been on the roof?
You didn't meet upstairs?
- No.
- font]

Because you took sick leave.
But then there was an argument.

He fell, hit his head and died.

Or did he not want to divorce
and end their relationship?

- What is this?
O
- r was something else happening up there?

- And it got wild.
- Don't be rude.

So if you're allegedly
unrelated to Johan's death,

why are you not telling
us the relationship?

Exactly for this reason here.

I'm sorry I didn't
tell you how it was.

But I knew very well that
it wouldn't be good for me.

You could say that.

Yes then, are you
here sometimes too?

Yes, sometimes I
crawl out of my crypt.

How are you doing?

You didn't happen to find
female tracks on Johan Fors?

- What exactly?
I
- don't know either

but he seems to have had
an extramarital relationship.

Oh, not with a patient, I hope.

No, I don't think so.

We find plenty of
traces of his wife on him.

Couples are teeming
with each other's DNA.

There wasn't
anything else, but I'll

check again to see
if I missed anything.

- Yes, that would be good.
- Hm.

* Gunilla laughs. *

I didn't know it would be so
intense when she undressed.

I know that she is competent and
social and that's the way she wanted it.

But I just think that she is alone
and unhappy in her apartment.

But maybe it's the
other way around.

mmm And that's
what I fear the most.

[laughing] Yes.

No, it's not easy.
I remember how it was.

I even went to her once

and brought her a movie
and something to eat.

I thought she would be happy.

- But didn't she?
- No.

On the contrary, she
was quite embarrassed.

She had the whole apartment
full of friends for dinner.

* Gunilla laughs. *

She must have been worried.
"How are you, Dad?"

- What's her name?
- Lovisa.

- And your?
- Inger.

Hm. Do you have any other children?

No. I only have ginger.

Do you think we should go
somewhere else for coffee?

- A brilliant idea.
- Yes.

* mysterious sounds *

That wasn't exactly
a gourmet lunch.

But it was good. And the fresh

air is good if you
sit inside all day.

- In the crypt.
- [laughing] In the crypt, yes.

You are really very nice.
I would like to repeat that.

Yeah, me too, um... likewise.

* Mobile *

- Excuse me.
- Never mind.

- Yes, Martin here.
- It wasn't Vibeke.

She left the hospital
at five past eleven.

OK.

*sirens*

Is the entrance for
ambulances locked at night too?

- "Not as far as I know."
A
- ren't there cameras too?

- You think she's in there?
"
- That's not how she crept in."

I think we need to
look for someone else.

- Eva Fors?
- "Exactly."

She should have gotten
to the hospital very quickly .

"Check if you have
more than one car."

If not, ask all taxi companies

- "and then get in touch with me."
- Sure.

"Good, thanks."

- I'm sorry.
- It's okay.

- Let's walk a bit?
- Yes, do you have time?

Naturally.

Nothing at all? Look
for a street nearby.

It is not certain that the
taxi went to the front door.

Fors.

* Beat *

Didn't you know, that your
husband was unfaithful,

or at least you suspected so?

They didn't take a sleeping pill.
They followed him to the hospital,

to confront him.
Then there was an argument.

What had to happen happened.

Sofie thought you were
home because you were there

when she fell asleep and
also when she woke up.

If you didn't even make
them say you were home.

I don't understand
why I'm sitting here.

- Not?
- No, I have to see Sofie.

- You're not doing so well.
W
- hy do you think that is?

- What are you trying to say?
M
- aybe she knew everything.

They took a taxi, on the
corner of Magnebergsvägen

and Gamla Tyresövägen,
at exactly 23.08.

And 23 minutes later
you arrived at the hospital.

- What?
I
- t was ordered under the name Fors.

From your landline.

It wasn't you in the taxi.

* exciting music *

Oh man.

- She seems to be gone.
- Is she home?

I don't know it.

*sirens*

* exciting music *

*heavy knocking*

My apologies.

that there.

- Don't worry, we'll find you.
- What do you say? On the roof?

* Mobile *

Hello?

* menacing sounds *

[Eva] Sophie!

No. - No!

Sophie.

Please take a step
back. Off the edge.

I love you, Sophie.

I...

me you too mom

That shouldn't happen,
it wasn't on purpose.

I just didn't want
him to leave us.

But if you love your mother,
why would you want to leave her?

Don't do this to both of you.

There is forgiveness.

Come.

* exciting music *

* Eve is crying. *

No!

- No!
- Not!

* Sophie is crying. *

It's good, it's good. Come.

* He sighs. *

*carried music*

Oh no...

- How are you, Martin?
G
- ood, thanks.

- You're helping me, aren't you?
Y
- es. So, is it time now?

Yes, I mean that.

Carry music in your heart and nothing
will get you down like mother said.

*loud clang*

What do you have
in that suitcase?

I have to offer something in the
changing room, do you understand, Martin?

You mean if the alcohol
runs out on the ferry?

Don't let your best
piece grow moss, Martin.

Nobody thanks you for that.
I'll tell you everything later. Aland!

*carried music*

"I'm very sorry,
but I can't get away.

We'll have to move this.
All the best. Martin"

"This stop has been
temporarily relocated."

- Hm.
- Hello.

You here?

Yes. I found attending
this course unnecessary.

"Development of social
skills in a working group".

I can do that.

Are the headaches gone?

suits you

Thanks.

Did you see that?
"Death, a family tragedy".

Lucky us not journalists.

Shall we have a coffee?
Freedom outside?

Chic.

Appointment?

No.

No.

* Quiet music *