01x07 - Mastermind

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He must have escaped.
Maybe Jocke forgot to lock the stable.

Shall we go home?

- Are you scared your mum'll find out?
- She'd k*ll me.

Look!

Hello...? Hello?

There's no one here. Let's go.

- Why? You chicken?
- But you wanted to go!

That was then.

Don't.

Hey... Johanna!

Johanna!

Johanna, come back out!

- Scared you!
- You wait!

For Christ's sake,
look where you're going!

Hey! You're in the middle of the road!
I could have run you over!

- Sorry, what was that?
- You're in the middle of the road!

Have you got the time?

- Quarter past five.
- Oh! Thanks.

- Can I give you a lift somewhere?
- It's OK, thanks.

- Sure?
- Yes.

Sorry...
but you scared the life out of me.

Excuse me... I've changed my mind.

- You have to belt up. The seat belt.
- Yes, of course.

Thanks.

So...

- Were you on the way to work?
- No, I was just out taking a spin.

- Can't sleep?
- Maybe.

- Thanks for the lift.
- Don't mention it.

- Do you have a spare bed?
- I've got a sofa.

Kurt here...

Hi.

No, I'm just a bit busy.

What? OK.

I'll be right there.

Sure. Bye.

- Good morning.
- Good morning.

Did you sleep well?

- I dreamt that I was swimming.
- That's good.

- Why?
- They say water dreams are good.

Do you know all that?

We studied dream interpretation
at the Academy.

It's better than lie detectors.

You ask a suspect
what he's dreamt. Never fails.

I'm sorry, but I got a call
so I have to leave at once.

- Shall I come with you...
- No, don't get up.

You can place the key
under the mat when you go.

My neighbours are fine.

Thanks... for the sofa.

Sure... Bye.

- Bye.
- See you around.

Get it over here and I'll tie it up.

There, there, come to me...

Bloody psycho horse.
We should've brought a carrot.

Go and take him by the straps. Go
slowly so he doesn't sense your fear.

I am!

He's completely mad.

There, there...

- Hi, Nyberg.
- Hi.

He received quite a blow.
Maybe it was one of the horses.

- Kurt here...
- Hi, it's Anja. Thanks for last night.

I was wondering if you wanted
to meet for coffee tomorrow.

Sure. Look, I'm a bit tied up
at the moment, can I call later?

- Yes, do.
- Good. Bye, then.

- Nyberg, got any coffee?
- Help yourself.

Thanks.

- Good job, Svartman.
- Stefan, can I have a word?

It was one of the girls, Sara,
who called.

She rang her mum, who contacted us.
They ran up to meet the car.

Who'd have wanted
to hang around here?

I'll go and talk to them.

- They asked if the horse will be shot.
- That's not up to me.

- So you're into horses, then.
- I want to go home.

I know,
but I have a few questions first.

- Do you often come here?
- Every day.

We get to ride Hermansson's
new horse if we help out in the stable.

But Johanna shouldn't go riding here.

She's to take proper lessons
at the YRC.

But it's more fun riding with Sara.

- What's the YRC?
- The Ystad Riding Club.

Did you know Hermansson well?
Did he often let girls go riding here?

- We were the only ones.
- Really? How come?

It was through me.

I went round every farm asking if
Sara could go riding there once a week.

He was the only one who said yes.

It's awful
that it had to happen to him.

I want to go home.

Of course, you can go now.
I'm done. Thank you.

- What's the story?
- He was probably kicked by the horse.

- Can I write that?
- Would it matter if I said no?

- What now? Can we drop it?
- Check if the neighbour heard anything.

- Neighbour?
- There's a farm up there.

- Have you bought any party hats?
- Hats?

- Oh, hats. No, I'll do it later.
- Aren't hats a bit pratty?

Of course we have to have hats!

- Shall we help to bump start her?
- OK.

We'll give you a hand. Put her
into second when we get to the hill.

- Hi.
- Hi. What's going on?

- Are you a relative?
- I'm a friend of Jocke's.

- We play the horses. Jesper Nilsson.
- Kurt Wallander, police.

- So what's happened?
- There's been an accident.

- Christ. Is it serious?
- You could say that.

- He's not dead, is he...?
- Yes.

Is Marina Eliasson here?
Do you know when she'll be back?

Tomorrow. She's at her sister's.

- So you're here minding the farm?
- I work for Blue Star.

We fill in for people who are away.

- Has something happened?
- An accident in the next farm.

- When did you get here?
- Half an hour ago.

I had other farms on the way.

- Have you noticed anything unusual?
- No.

We'll call you if there's
anything else. Thanks for your help.

- That was pathetic, Stefan.
- What? Come on, it's just natural.

When a man sees a pretty 17-year old,
something happens. It's biology.

So you're suddenly
a spokesman for all men now?

Down in one
Sing hop-fadda-lallan-lay!

Down in one
Sing hop-fadda-lallan-lay!

And he who doesn't down in one
has to make do with having none

Down in one...

...sing hop-fadda-lallan-lay!

Cheers!

No! No! Go easy now. Don't! Sit down!

Dear friends.
Let me just say one thing.

Christ, you're ugly.

But I love you!

- Nyberg, no!
- Disgusting!

That's not a pretty sight!

Hi, Jesper again.
Where the hell are you?

I've got to get the books in.
It's urgent. And you owe me money.

Get onto it.

...the Indian pulled the string.
The Ystad Police! The Ystad Police!

Come on, Kurt. You can't stand here.
You'll miss tonight's coup! Come on!

I just want to say that I've had
a great time with you over the years-

- but now I feel it's time
for me to move on, so I...

Oh what a great job she's done
One drink for all and all drink to one!

- Cheers!
- Cheers! Cheers!

Cheers, Ann-Britt.
Good luck with the Malmö Police.

Hello? Oh, hi Karin.

What? No, I'm awake.

Oh, sh*t... I see...

Sure, I'll be right there.
See you then.

Good morning. Karin called.
It wasn't an accident.

So I'll see you down the station ASAP.
Tell Stefan.

- Stefan, we have to go.
- I'm not deaf.

- Want an aspirin?
- f*ck off.

The horseshoe
was placed over the wound-

- and then struck with a hard,
rusty object, like a hammer.

The flake sat deep in the wound.

There were no signs of a fight,
so it must've taken him by surprise.

So he was k*lled and the horseshoe
used to make it look like an accident.

Our k*ller's strong enough
to k*ll with one blow-

- and cold enough
to stay and finish the job.

A brutal b*stard.

- When did he die?
- Between 2.30 and 3.30 a.m.

The victim, Joakim Hermansson,
lived alone on a farm-

- and was a small-time horse breeder.

We've got nothing on him from before.

And the motive?
He seems to have been a nice guy.

- Did you know him?
- I'd bump into him at Jägers racetrack.

He was a Ioner, stuck to his breeding.

Was there a race at Jägers on Friday?
Maybe he had money lying around.

- Could robbery have been the motive?
- It's something to go on.

We have to build up a picture
of him as quickly as we can.

How he gambled, if he won.
- Svartman, that's a job for you, eh?

And check his general finances.
Bank accounts, testaments, income...

Nyberg, you go to the farm.
- Stefan, contact the neighbour.

Ask who he socialised with,
if he was under threat...

Linda, you talk to the girls.
- I'll go and see Jesper Nilsson.

Any questions?

Good. Then let's roll. Thanks.

It was too quiet.
And the stable door was open-

- which it shouldn't be in the morning.

Did you ever see someone
you didn't recognise visit the farm?

- Think hard, Sara.
- Just Jesper, his best friend.

- But him I recognise.
- No one else?

Just Mum and Marina,
but then she works there.

- Does she? Doing what?
- He couldn't shoe his horses himself.

What's the matter?

Johanna's mum doesn't like us riding.

Why do you think that?

She didn't like Jocke.

Why do you say that?

Once, Johanna's mum
drove us there as Mum was ill.

Jocke invited her in for coffee,
but they started to fight.

How long ago was this?

Two weeks ago. I hurt my elbow
and ended up in casualty.

- Did you hear what they argued about?
- No, we were outside.

We could hear them shouting
through the window.

- Was it just those two there?
- No, Jesper was there too.

But he left during the fight. And then
we weren't allowed there any more.

- Did he have any enemies?
- I doubt it. People liked Jocke.

He had such charisma.

- Was he in debt?
- Come through.

- Not that I know of.
- Did he use his charisma to con people?

He was no worse
than anyone else in the business.

- What does that mean?
- People forget a receipt now and then.

But it was hardly
the tax man who k*lled him!

This is my sister's jungle room.
Take a seat.

- What did you do the last time you met?
- The usual. Had a bet and drank coffee.

What were you doing Friday night?

I was in my bed.
My sister can vouch for me.

Don't you have separate bedrooms?

Yes. I snore and she's a light sleeper.

You can't sneak away
without her noticing. I've tried.

- Was he together with a woman?
- Not that I know.

- What about Marina? His neighbour?
- I thought you said woman.

I don't like to badmouth people, but
she's certainly in a class of her own.

Though she wouldn't have said no.

- Was she in love with him?
- I'd say so! She was always there.

- It was almost embarrassing. Coffee?
- No, thanks.

Stefan Lindman, Ystad Police. I'd like
to ask about Joakim Hermansson.

Move your car.

Hermansson's been m*rder*d.
Maybe that's more important.

The constable is in my parking space.

You can wait in here for now.

"Sweden is for the Swedish."

For God and King and Skåne's Land
Loyal of heart, we taketh sword in hand

How well
did you know Joakim Hermansson?

We were neighbours.

- Did you get on?
- How is that any business of yours?

- This is a m*rder inquiry.
- You'll get nowhere raising your voice.

- When did you last meet him?
- Last Thursday.

- And everything was normal?
- Yes.

We've just covered one of his mares.

I have a top stallion descended
from Ebony Blue. A pure blood.

- What was he like?
- A good Swedish man.

Was he a private person, mean,
generous, party guy, workaholic?

- Did he have a girlfriend?
- He wasn't like that.

Where were you yesterday
between 2 and 4 a.m.?

I'd been away at my sister's
since last Friday morning.

Didn't the Blue Star girl
tell you that yesterday?

Thanks for your help.

- Did his horses bring in much money?
- Hardly.

Still don't want some?

Despite his efforts.

He bought and sold,
bred, tried different jockeys...

...but he never really
had a long-term plan.

He was a good punter.
He won a packet last Friday, actually.

Ow, bugger.

Thanks for helping out.
Do you recognise this guy?

- Never seen him.
- Joakim Hermansson. Know the name?

He was a big gambler...
Isn't there anyone I can talk to?

Maybe if you asked over there.
But me, no...

Got any hot tips, then? No? OK, thanks!

I'm wondering if you recognise
this guy, Joakim Hermansson.

Jocke? He's always here.
Places big bets but never wins.

- You know what they say.
- Who?

"Unlucky in gambling,
lucky in love." He flirts constantly.

The girls in the restaurant,
even old bangers like me!

- Do you want to place a bet?
- No, I'll have to give it a miss today.

- Was he here on Friday?
- Oh, yes.

He always places his bets with me.
Calls me his "lucky lady".

- Did he win anything?
- Not a penny.

- How much did he lose?
- He usually lost 30,000 on a weekend.

- How does he earn his money?
- Horse breeding, he says.

Are you going to place a bet, or what?

- I can't now.
- Come on...

Maybe you want
an espresso or a macchiato?

Normal coffee's fine.

- How much is that?
- 40 kronor.

Wait. It's on me.

Thanks.

Here?

This is fine.

I wanted to meet you
to tell you I don't normally do that.

I mean go home with strange men
and sleep on their sofas.

I'm not like that.

Me neither.

How nice. So we're not like that.

- Hi, Anja! Are you here?
- Hi, Ruth.

How nice. Now that Josef
and the kids are away...

Why not?

- This is a patient.
- Hello.

They do such good coffee here.
I'm usually here around 3 o'clock.

It's so nice and relaxing here.

You can get some peace and quiet.

Where were we?

But it's no pastry for me today.
Just once a month. They're so fatty!

Once every summer's enough for me!

- Shall we...? OK. - Good bye.
- Bye!

- That was Ystad in a nutshell!
- Wasn't it just.

- So now I'm your patient?
- Yes you are.

What are your problems? Tell me.

Let's go down here,
and I'll tell you my problems.

Follow me!

Well, can I give you a lift somewhere?

- No, I'll walk.
- OK.

- Bye, then.
- Bye.

- I'll call!
- Good.

- Have you found anything?
- Like what?

- The m*rder weapon.
- Don't you think I would've told you?

Nyberg?

Nyberg!

- What?
- Did you lock the door?

No.

- Someone's been here since us.
- And how can Mr Psychic tell that?

The door was locked,
so it must've been someone he knew.

- What's that?
- Yesterday it was unlocked.

Today it's locked.
What does that mean?

I'll have a think.
I'll get back to you.

And check the cupboard in the attic.
Someone's forced it open.

Sure.

While you're at it,
see if he'd had company in bed.

Thanks for that.
I would never have remembered...

Hannah?

They probably won't ask you again,
but if they do...

I'm not prepared to lie to the police.

- Lie? You know I was here. I rang you.
- Do I?

I was out all night playing bridge.

You don't think it was me, do you?

By the way, what are you burning?

Leaves.

Hi, I'm from the police. I'd like
to talk to your parents. I'll be quick.

Mum's asleep and Dad says I can't talk
to anyone without him or Mum there.

- When will your dad be back?
- Who is it?

Why didn't your wife want Johanna
to carry on riding at Hermansson's?

Hermansson does racing.
Johanna wants to do dressage.

Sara said that Johanna
had to sneak over there lately.

We're trying to teach her
time management. She's got school too.

And I think Sara's exaggerating all the
cloak and dagger stuff. - Isn't she?

So you've got
no bones to pick with him?

I don't quite understand...

It was a simple enough question.

- You've got no bone to pick with him?
- No. I didn't even know the man.

- What was that, Abbe?
- Nothing.

- Who don't you know?
- It's nothing.

I'm just asking
about Joakim Hermansson again.

It was no accident, as you know.

We didn't know him.
Hasn't Abbe already told you?

Yes. And Sara said that
you'd had a heated argument with him.

What was it about?

Money.

He thought we were
real bourgeois snobs.

Why should we get free riding lessons
when it was Sara he wanted to help?

It was as if we'd begged him.

So he thought we could at least
have offered to pay for Johanna.

I know you're in there.

We've got virtually nothing to go on.
No, no m*rder weapon yet.

Yes, sure. And Ebba, the prosecutor
called. I need his mobile number.

Sorry... - Kurt here.

That's great, Nyberg. I'm on my way.

...1, 4. Thanks. - Stefan!

If that tool belongs to the stable, at
least it wasn't a premeditated m*rder.

If it's a planned m*rder,
the k*ller has a weapon with him.

Could be someone
who knows what's kept there.

A farrier just told me they're hoof
testing tongs used for examining hoofs-

- for inflammation or abscesses.

I'll dust for prints right away.

Compare them with this.

Stefan here. I want forensics
out at Marina Söderkvist's now.

No, now! I'm on my way there.
I think it's her.

Good.

Hey, wait. Wait, I said!

Hi. I have a couple more questions.
Can I have a look at your hoof tongs?

Can I have a look at your hoof tongs?

OK, pack away your things,
you're coming down the station.

Come on. Raus.

Raus!

She k*lled him for money.
She knew he'd been at the races.

- That's just speculation.
- Unlike her prints on the weapon?

- Had she an alibi for that morning?
- I'm checking it.

Kurt here. Yes... Really?

That's great. Thanks.

Maybe you're right. They've found an
envelope there with 50,000 kronor in.

Is that enough to m*rder someone for?

People like that are capable of
anything. We'll no doubt find more.

OK. Shall we?

Those are your hoof tongs, aren't they.

We found them in the grass
with Hermansson's blood-

- and one
set of fingerprints on them. Yours.

- I'd reshoed his horses.
- We know what you've done.

You know nothing. It's a joke
that you call yourself a policeman.

- Have you had money problems?
- No.

- No debts.
- The farm's like any other business.

- Who was your accountant?
- I don't need one. Nilsson helps me.

Did you and Joakim have a relationship?

Were you together before he died?

Answer the question! Were you f*cking?

He wasn't like that.

Didn't live up to the ideal, eh?
Poor sod.

We've found 50,000 in an envelope
in your kitchen. Can you explain this?

Did you k*ll him for 50,000 kronor?

- Did you have his keys?
- No.

And I know nothing about any money.

Maybe it's an anonymous
donation to the organisation.

We'll take a break.

- This isn't a bloody personal vendetta!
- I was putting pressure on her.

- And how's it working?
- Fine up to now.

- You reckon?
- I reckon.

We had to break off the interview,
but everything points to her.

They socialised, they did business,
they shared extremist views.

We also found money at her place
that she couldn't explain.

And her prints
are on the m*rder weapon.

It's in the bag, then.

Even if her sister says
she was with her that night?

- What do you say, Stefan?
- I'm checking up on it.

Hermansson seemed more idealistic
communist than far right.

Nilsson said that he'd won
a lot of money on the horses.

- So Marina knew he had money there.
- Lena at the window said the opposite.

That he always betted but never won,
definitely not in the past week.

The tax office said he paid tax
as though he was on benefits.

He lost 20-30,000 every weekend.

If a heavy gambler has no job,
no income, no rich relatives...

...what the hell does he live on?

What does that matter now? We know
that Frau Goebbels there did it.

- Nyberg, what have you got?
- There were prints on the cupboard.

From Jesper Nilsson
and an unknown.

Nilsson's prints
were also on Hermansson's key-

- and on the envelope
we found at Marina Sjö... Grön...

Söderkvist.

In addition to traces of sex in
the bed, there was female hair, curly.

DNA tests take time. But there's one
more thing I'd like you to see. Come.

Voila!

Well I can't say I was expecting this!

Where the hell did you find all this?

In a chest in the attic.

- What are these?
- Calling cards for the club, Colette's.

"Wanted: Submissive
and playful male with serious tools"-

- "for discreet games in exclusive
environment. Preferably bi."

Where do I ring?

- She'd scare the sh*t out of you.
- Well, he was obviously no monk.

Even if his acquaintances thought so.

Do you think this is his lover?
Some of the photos look new.

Why isn't this my life?

Check out all those ladies,
and copy a set of photos each.

I'll go and talk to Nilsson.
You come too, Nyberg.

Then I'll go to Malmö. He must've
been well known in these circles.

Linda, talk to the girls and
see if he's been fiddling with them.

Anything's possible. - You stay behind.

This changes nothing. Nothing says he
was m*rder*d in such an environment.

And what do you know?

He was beaten to death
with that n*zi wh*re's tongs!

That's how you want
things to have happened.

- Don't you see what you're doing?
- Me? She's in there sneering at us!

Pull yourself together
or you're suspended.

Now go and check out
her Friday night, properly.

If anyone visited her or the sister.
And I want you to do it now.

We had a meeting that lasted two days.
Marina was there the whole time.

Everyone was here.

- And you're sure about all this.
- 100%.

OK, we'll be in touch.

No girlfriends, you said.

It seems to me he had his hands full.

Did you get jealous?
Couldn't take the decadence?

Is that your theory?

The money was to buy your silence.
You got angry.

He wasn't the man you thought, so you
k*lled him and drove to your sister's.

I went on Friday morning. We attended
a meeting that finished late at night.

Then we got a lift to her place.
You haven't spoken to her, have you.

Look carefully at these pictures.
Really carefully.

Come on.
You must've seen them around.

Make an effort, for Christ's sake.
For the Fatherland. Come on!

...a drum. Go through
the greenhouse on the other side.

OK. I went into the house
after you'd been there.

I thought it was OK.
You'd said it was an accident.

Everyone knew
that the key was in the flowerpot.

And the envelope with the money
was on the kitchen table.

So I took it. He'd have wanted me to.

And then I went through
the house to make my farewells.

Why did you break open the cupboard?

- What are you talking about?
- The one in the attic.

We've found your fingerprints on it.

I helped Jocke carry it up there.

And on the envelope at Marina's place.
You put it there?

It was stud fee money he owed her.

Why didn't you tell us before?
Why was it so hard to say?

I guess I didn't think it important.
Her horse covers his horse.

That can't have
much to do with the m*rder.

How can I
get in touch with your sister?

She's out shopping. Buying seeds.

Colette's Club. Know it?

- In Ystad?
- No, Malmö.

He was often there.
Seems dodgy. A spanking club...

No.

Look at these.

Deary me.

Who are they?

We found them in a box in the attic
with 30 other scantily clad women.

Sorry, but the Joakim I know... knew...

...was just a hard up
horse guy and gambler.

He could be bloody charming but...

Someone put these there as a wind-up.

Tell your sister I want to talk to her
as soon as possible.

Of course.

Bye. Bye.

- Find anything?
- He'd obviously been burning paper.

But it could've been anything.

Damn. So we've nothing other than the
prints on the cupboard and the money.

- Can't we go and have a hot dog?
- No. I've got to go to Malmö.

Oh, baby, baby.

What's the matter
with Daddy's sweetheart?

- Hello?
- It's Linda Wallander from the police.

We'd like to talk to you again.

- He wants to talk to you.
- About what?

About where I was
when Jocke was k*lled, I suppose.

I can't lie.

You were asleep in bed as usual.

You watched TV
and ate a sponge cake-

- that you're sure
you baked that very afternoon.

Didn't you.

Have you quite finished?

This is a sensitive matter,
but I must go straight to the point.

What's it about?

Is it really true that Joakim
was nice to you when you were alone?

What is this?

He taught us about horses.

Did he ever touch you
in a way that didn't feel OK?

He was a decent man.

We've reason to doubt that.
So I must ask this.

We were just with the horses.

OK. Good.

Thanks.

- Bye.
- Bye.

Are they yours?

That's... District Champion, 1971.

- Hello, Kurt Wallander.
- Hello.

"Utter ruthlessness
is infinite purity."

Marquis de Sade.

- Interesting opinion.
- Isn't it.

In my job we see its consequences.

And now you think
you'll find his m*rder*r here?

He's dead,
so we need to find an explanation.

Joakim looked after his lady friends.
I've got nothing more to say.

The rules are strict.
One's dominant and one's submissive.

And you meet, and explore
the boundaries of pain and sexuality.

If someone goes too far?

You don't. There's a code. If you think
it's getting dangerous, you stop.

We need to find
some of his female acquaintances.

I'll check. It's important to me
that my clients are able to trust me.

This is a sanctuary for those who
don't wish to advertise their taste.

- Are they ashamed?
- No, but this is a small town.

The mob can be
just as sadistic as anyone here.

He was kind and good at what he did.

I thought it was nice
that he was a bit older.

- What was it he did?
- He never got stroppy.

Did he tell you about his private life?

We never talked about anything.
We just met up.

- How did you come into contact?
- I put in an advertisement.

We'd meet at Colette's when
he was in town, and then come here...

Do you recognise any of these women?

No. But what really gets me
is that I'll never get my money back.

What money?

He said he was broke, so I took
an extra study loan for 8,000 kronor.

He was going to sell a foal,
he said, and make a lot of money. Soon.

- Hi, Kurt Wallander.
- Matilda. Hi.

Did you lend him money?

Wake up!
Did you lend Hermansson any money?

Yes, I did. But not much.


You've been amazingly loyal.
You never reported it to the police?

It was worth every krona.

Or maybe
you were afraid of what would happen.

We were fine. It was just 2,000.

Though he could get a bit nasty
if he didn't get his way.

In what way "nasty"?

He threatened to tell the family
if you went to the police.

Jocke had a nose
for women's weak spots.

That guy...
What do you think he gets off on?

Haven't the faintest.

Nappies, maybe!

Thank you.

Someone wanted to
get back at him for not repaying.

- Someone who didn't want it to get out.
- You'll make a fine policeman one day.

But probably more than 2,000.
Let's hope one of his lovers is rich.

Or maybe one of them has a father
or husband with a bloody short fuse.

That's also possible.

I mean... how the hell do you do this?

- What should I answer?
- "Yes". Answer "Yes".

- Someone I know?
- Maybe.

She's a psychiatrist.

A lady with a brain! How's that going?

It's nerve-wracking, to be honest.

It's been a long time.
She's married, but getting separated.

He made out to be broke, but somehow
managed to swindle all these women.

But we've no idea where the money
went as his bank accounts are empty.

He probably gambled it away.

- How can women be so gullible?
- Love is a powerful force, Svartman.

He threatened
to expose their weak spots.

This veiled blackmail
was his main source of income.

- Have we checked their identities?
- We've got seven left.

We've checked every fallen woman
around. Escort firms, swingers clubs...

But why are we just looking there?
This woman seems different.

We should look
in the finer circles too.

- So what next?
- We widen our search.

Check out every woman
between 40 and 55 on our files.

I'm onto it.

If we've no more on Marina,
we'll have to release her.

However hard that may be.

Haven't you released her yet?

You can go.

Did it take that long
to get in touch with my sister?

I'd like to speak to a police officer.

- You wanted something.
- She's the only one I recognise.

- When did you last see her?
- Last Friday.

A car arrived late at night. I thought
someone was lost, so I went to look.

It was a dark BMW.
She stayed an hour or so.

- Did he say anything about his visitor?
- No.

But it was her.
I've a good memory for faces.

Thanks for your help.

Hello, Linda Wallander here
from the Ystad Police.

Can you put me through to Trafficking?

Sure, I'll wait...

Hello!

- Where are we going?
- Follow me!

- Whose house is this?
- Can't we pretend it's mine?

What is all this?
Are you playing with me?

Maybe I am. Does it matter?

See this dress?

Do you know why I bought it?

I bought it for a very special reason.

I bought it
so you could take it off me.

Hi...

I know it was you!

You used him, you b*stard! And then
tried to make it look like it was me!

He owed you 50,000 kronor.
Bloody idiot.

He got his end away every night,
screwing those sluts black and blue.

He laughed at you, you know.
You ugly old dog!

"That n*zi cow
will do anything for me," he said.

Stop talking sh*t!

Course it's a lot of money.
It's up to you.

I'll be in touch.

What the...?

Anja...

- Do you know this woman?
- It's Carolina.

Who's she?

Carolina Magnusson. She lives here.
I'm looking after the house.

- Where is she now?
- In Brussels. Comes home on Friday.

Have you got her phone number?

This woman is rich enough
to realise Hermansson's every dream.

She's a top manager of a multinational
and is landing here in 25 minutes.

Stefan, get a patrol car ready.

Not here.

- Not here, I say.
- You can't run away from this now.

- We need to talk to you.
- I'll meet you at home in an hour.

Remember who I am. I need no escort.

We had a relationship.
As you've already figured out.

There are worse ways
of meeting people.

Hanging around bars
isn't easy for someone in my situation.

This way, both know the score.

- How long were you two together for?
- A year and a half.

- Did you lend him money?
- What do you mean?

Exactly that. Did you lend him money
that he refused to pay back?

I lent him money to renovate his farm.

- How much?
- Small sums at first.

He was too embarrassed to accept.
But I made the offer.

He loved that farm.
He was always going on about it.

Then he changed his mind and took it.

How much?

Almost a million. Over half a year.

I went out there to surprise him
and see how the work was coming on.

I took a cupboard
as a moving-in present.

That's when I realised
the renovation was a bluff.

I can't believe
that I paid him and carried on...

- Carried on what?
- Our relationship.

But he'd changed.

He wanted more and more,
wasn't as impulsive.

It was as if someone
was making him say things.

Even he didn't seem to like it.

I'm sure someone else
was behind it all at the end.

How can you be so sure?

He was my lover.
He must have had a collaborator.

Sure. Hang on...

Thanks. - Stefan!

OK, we'll be there.

- Bring in Jesper Nilsson.
- That won't be easy.

His sister just called
to report him missing.

- How long's he been gone?
- His bed's not been slept in.

Last Friday,
were you really together like he said?

I was at a bridge game.
But Joakim was his best friend...

- How did Hermansson make money?
- How would I know?

I hardly know how Jesper does.

- Do you know where he could be?
- No.

OK, go straight on to number 23.
Put the money by the front door.

And don't think
I'm stupid enough to be there.

He's got a good head start. We've
checked the ferries and issued an APB.

- So we're sure he's our man?
- Sure.

By k*lling Hermansson he could
keep all the money for himself.

I've found a cottage
owned by a Jesper Nilsson.

Lilleskogsvägen 23. The owner said
it was purchased four months ago.

Stefan, meet you there ASAP.

Why the hell can't they
number the cottages clearly?!

sh*t. I missed the turn-off.

OK, stop right there.

Just lie still.

Good.

Yes... What?

Well it can't be JesperNilsson.
He's lying here in front of me.

Take him in.
I'll talk to him at the station.

- I'll be there in ten minutes. See you.
- Bye.

- Ow!
- On your feet!

Hi.

Johanna Shyberg's here.

She has something to tell you.

Hi, Johanna.

Can I show him?

She says they're her dad's.

She found them at Hermansson's
on the morning of the m*rder.

Are you OK? I'll be right back.

Can I see you outside, Kurt?

Thank you, Johanna.

- Go away!
- Let me in!

- Open up!
- I never want to talk to you again!

Open the door!

- Go away!
- Let me in!

- I'll call the police!
- Open the door!

- Easy, easy...
- No! No!

- I know what you've done!
- Calm down... There, there...

Know who this is?

Magdalena Shyberg.

I called the vice squad in Malmö.

They said that she
was a prost*tute in the mid 80s.

Specialist in dominance games.

Was Hermansson one of her clients?

They knew each other.
It was probably him behind the camera.

OK, let's go there.

It's easy to see why Magdalena
didn't want the girl there.

That's a weak spot
if ever there was one.

Johanna found your glasses.

Speak to me.

Well...

I went to see him. And I said...

Said what?

I said, "That's enough.
You're getting nothing more out of us."

And he just laughed at me.

It made me so damn angry...

...so I picked up those tongs
that were lying there and... hit him.

Say it's not true. Say it's not true.

I did it for our sake. For our sake.

Sven, can you take care of Johanna?

Let's go inside.

He was an evil man.

I didn't want her anywhere near him.

He was trying to blackmail Magdalena,
and she paid up.

When I noticed the money missing,
I asked her.

And she told me everything.
Even about her "past".

So when Hermansson was dead,
Jesper Nilsson got in touch?

He demanded the money
I owed Hermansson.

So I drove over there today.

And then you came along
and saved his life.

She knew nothing. If she did,
she'd have tried to stop me.

So I didn't tell her.

- Bye.
- Bye.

Wait!

I'll take care of Johanna.

It was brave of you.

- Anja here...
- Er, hi.

- What are you up to?
- Sitting reading.

Fancy meeting up?

If you hurry. I'm in town.

- Is your husband, Josef, also a doctor?
- Yes.

How long were you...?

Do you know
why we have a groove here?

Don't you know?

Before we're born, our guardian angel
whispers to us the purpose of our life.

And if you ask something, she places
her finger there to silence you.

We live with this impression as
a reminder that we all have a purpose.

- That was beautiful.
- But it wasn't me, it was Plato.

- Take hold of this.
- Why?

And shut your eyes. Shut them!

- Shut them and count to 100...
- OK, OK, I will.

Eyes shut... And count to 100...

One, two, three, four...

Eyes shut! Keep counting!

One, two, three...

Thirty! Forty! Fifty!

Sixty! Seventy! Eighty! Ninety!

Hundred!