Well, Kurt,
time to honour the birthday boy.
"Midway upon the journey of our life
we start to seek a home of our own."
"From atop the mast we scan the mists
it's to calmer seas we will be blown."
"His harbour lee he has now sighted
and joyful upon the shore alighted."
Brilliant.
-Here it comes!
-Oh, my word!
A toolbox!
Old houses
always need something fixing.
What a lot of stuff!
You can at least pretend to be
a handyman before you have to open it!
What am I supposed to...?
I don't quite get it...
"Oooow..."
Are you saying
I'm scared of ghosts? Of the dark?
Oooow-sowner.
'ouse owner.
I get it. Do people get paid
for writing stuff like that?
Stop the exhibition!
f*ck you!
Stop the exhibition!
Stop the exhibition!
And now
I am a "ooowse owner" by the sea!
You've heard me go on and on
about one day living by the sea.
And now l...
No. Now we... - Jussi!
Now we have a home
with a sea view. It's wonderful.
Just think.
Every morning I'll be able
to get up and listen to this sound.
Listen...
-Have another crayfish.
-No, they don't agree with him.
He doesn't know that!
-Will you be at home all night now?
-Yeah, I'm calling it a day.
That's been unusually quiet.
A new number, the second
in two weeks. - Wester speaking.
Hi, there.
Because we need the county archivist,
and he can't come before 10.
No, no. Never.
I'm not closing the exhibition.
It'll stay until Friday as planned.
OK. Bye.
...Erik Wester, who let out the hall
for the exhibition, was at the opening.
It has aroused strong emotions and
arrests have been made for vandalism-
-during an organised stone-throwing
attack on the municipal hall.
-I'm done. Are you wearing your alarm?
-You bet.
-I'll remain outside until morning.
-Thanks. See you tomorrow.
What now? Perfect!
-Hey, Kurt, get your toolbox out!
-Do you know how to change a fuse?
Wester?
Yes, I can see you.
I'll found out what's happened.
-No, no problem. I'll manage.
-Good night. Sleep well.
sh*t.
The entire area's blacked out.
Some idiot
must've dug up a cable or something.
-This late at night?
-The whole of Ystad's down.
Martinsson speaking...
Kurt here.
Yeah, just my bloody luck.
Nobody here's fit to drive.
Listen, do you know what's happened?
What's that? The whole town?
Is that even possible?
But I have to know what's happened
and when the power will be back on.
-The back-up generator's working!
-lt hasn't been used since the w*r.
We've received
around 45 automatic alarms.
Tell us what's happened!
We've got people stuck in lifts,
in garages...
Excuse me! Excuse me!
Can everyone
be quiet for two seconds?!
Those with a report to file
can go to the desk there.
Those who want information
can sit down and make room, OK?
The CCTV
has switched over to battery-
-and the hospital's
got its back-up systems working.
Call in all personnel and request
back-up from Malmö and Simrishamn.
-ls the power out there too?
-I don't know.
A report's come in
on an expl*si*n at a power substation.
The fire fighters are there,
and forensics are on their way.
Call two men and prioritise the alarm
calls. The rest are to go into town.
We'll be in the sh*t whatever we do.
- We're going to have to sober up.
This will take weeks, months perhaps.
-Must we wait months to get power?
-No. We'll reroute it from elsewhere.
-How long will that take?
-Dunno, it's not been done before.
How can a town's entire power supply
come from one substation?
I guess no one assumes
things like this will happen.
We've found ten priming spots.
For maximum effect.
Whoever did this
knew what he was doing.
We're getting reports of break-ins too.
You don't black out an entire town
to nick a plasma TV.
-The couple who alerted us are here.
-Let's go and have a chat.
Are you the ones who raised the alarm?
-We heard an expl*si*n, like a b*mb.
-A big b*mb.
-One expl*si*n?
-A big one, yes.
I noted the time, if it's of interest.
Did you see anyone,
or anything unusual?
We thought about it after we called.
We saw a car parked there last week.
I was driving by on my way to pick up
Filip from day care. - Remember?
-What kind of car was it?
-I'm useless at car makes.
-lt was big, maybe one of those SUVs.
-And they're quite big.
-Did you see it too?
-No.
-What colour was it?
-Blue. No, maybe green.
Greyish green.
And then a man walked into the woods.
-Did you see what he looked like?
-No. It was a man.
I didn't look that closely.
He looked pretty normal.
-Perhaps a bit taller than Alexander.
-I'm five foot six...
Kurt here...
His secretary had tried to call him.
When he didn't reply, she called us.
And I was here and had keys...
I checked the flat out yesterday,
I promise. He must have let him in.
Stay here.
sh*t!
I checked out the whole flat. I don't
see how he could've got in. sh*t!
That's Wester...
Jesus Christ.
Svartman was babbling on about keys.
He wanted us to know it was locked.
-Wester had extra protection...
-Because of the exhibition.
I make it seventeen shots.
Who the hell does something like this?
Good morning,
you're tuned to Radio Malmö.
Many ofyou are waking up to the
aftermath of the expl*si*n in Ystad.
It's caused huge problems for
motorists. - What's it like out there?
All the traffic lights are out-
-and there's chaos at the harbour
with lorries and coaches everywhere.
We've been without power for 8 hours.
It's obviously affecting all traffic.
-And are the commuter trains running?
-No. Nothing in either direction.
-T ough night, eh?
-You could say that.
Daniel Florén from the local paper.
A comment on last night?
-lt was dark.
-Right, the expl*si*n. I know.
-And Erik Wester's m*rder?
-No comment.
Is there a link? Has Ystad been
punished for the exhibition? Or Wester?
-We've just begun our inquiries.
-But you're not ruling out a link? Hey!
-Good morning, Ebba.
-Coffee?
Not just now.
-Erik Wester? It doesn't make sense.
-Don't worry, it'll get worse.
The press are already linking it
to the Mohammed exhibition.
-Can't that be the case?
-Maybe.
-How long will we be without power?
-For another night, at least.
You all know what happened last night.
Any many are exploiting the situation.
But you're here because there
are two events we must prioritise.
The power substation.
The eye-witnesses gave us nothing
so we've been knocking on doors.
And...
Well, that just leaves the forensics.
We've found parts of several timers.
And since the witnesses say
there was only one expl*si*n-
-they were synchronised to the second.
In other words,
it's no beginner we're dealing with.
-Yes?
-The trainees are here.
-What?
-The trainees are here...
I heard you. Was it today?
Yes, and if you'd looked
in your diary maybe you'd...
Hi. Isabell. Pontus.
We're starting here today.
-Do you know what you're to do?
-No. One Wallander was to show us.
That's me. - Thank you, Ebba.
You've chosen one hell of a day, but
sit down and we'll think of something.
So, Wester lived alone
and had no children.
He had extra protection
owing to the Mohammed exhibition.
Svartman, you were there an hour
or so earlier and searched the flat.
Threats had been made to his life on
websites, Swedish as well as foreign.
-Can they be checked out?
-I guess so...
All websites can be traced
with the right technology.
It takes time, but it's possible.
Check it out.
It seems the k*ller got in through the
kitchen window. It had an old lock.
Outside was a wooden decking,
but no footprints. Or fingerprints.
Nor is there any m*rder weapon.
The prosecutor's office is sending
the same investigator for both cases.
-So they think they're connected?
-Don't you?
Hey, Peter...Pontus.
You're good with computers, right?
-Follow me to the municipal hall.
-And me? What shall I do?
You can go and fetch my dog.
-You're joking.
-I never joke.
You can get directions
from Ebba in reception.
-...blocking the roundabout.
-Are there any more stationary cars?
There are stationary cars on
pretty much all routes into Ystad.
But the police and tow trucks
are on their way.
Stay tuned for further information
about what's happening out there.
Though right now
it's a bit of a problem...
Did you see that expl*si*n?
Another one!
Send two cars!
Kurt, wait!
Two cars have just exploded!
-Where?
-By the water tower and roundabout.
-Jesus. Anyone injured?
-We can't get there. It's total chaos.
Stay here and find out what you can.
Call in a helicopter.
-It's in Göteborg. It'll take an hour.
-I don't care. Just get it here.
Isn't this a job for the army?
We don't have one of those either.
We should be wary of speculating,
but we had an expl*si*n last night-
-and now two car bombs. Have you
heard anything from Ystad about a link?
I've just spoken
to the incident commander-
-and he's not ruling out
sabotage or terrorism...
Do you think this is
what everyone's saying it is?
What's that, then?
-Terrorism.
-I don't know.
Two cars to the route 1 3
roundabout now. It's an emergency.
What? Yes... I understand...
Three more car bombs.
Can you find out who's behind
this bloody exhibition? Be discreet...
The exhibition was important to Erik.
He snatched it from under the nose
of every gallery in Scandinavia!
Do you know how it ended up here?
Because no other place
in Ystad dared to put it on.
That was when Erik decided to let out
the municipal hall. He was a brave man.
Disregarding the exhibition
and all the trouble surrounding it...
...have you had any threats recently?
The threats started coming as soon
as the council took the decision.
-From people who felt offended.
-Do you still have the emails?
All emails are public documents
and are logged every day.
Can I have a copy of them, from
the time of the decision until now?
-Yes, but there are lots of them.
-There are two of us...
Maybe we could
put them onto one of these...
Sure.
Of course...
Did you say
they were logged every day?
So he could've deleted some
as he received them.
It's not working...
Still no electricity.
-Hi. How's it going?
-One dog delivered.
It took time due to the roadblocks.
Now I'm ready for a bigger challenge.
Something at the dry cleaner's?
You and Peter can
go through Wester's emails.
Me and Pontus?
When people are needed in town?
Yes, I reckon so. - Come on, Jussi...
"l reckon so".
It's chaos in there. They're reporting
every badly parked car in town.
Can't you look after Jussi?
-Can he eat anything?
-No, not crayfish.
-Anything?
-Not much.
Five approach roads,
five car bombs in two minutes.
They're on their way to Nyberg.
Three roads had surveillance cameras.
If we're lucky,
we can see who dumped them.
If we're unlucky, it's an Arab.
-We're getting nowhere.
-Everyone available is onto it.
-How many is that?
-Not as many as we'd like. Ten extra?
That's hardly enough
for a normal Saturday night.
-Come in.
-I'm looking for Kurt Wallander.
Katarina Ahlsell from
the prosecutor's office.
I'm the preliminary investigator.
-Welcome. Jan Martinsson.
-Really? So we'll be speaking later.
As you know,
we're heading the investigation.
Into what?
-The power substation and Erik Wester.
-And this morning's car bombs.
I know that. But who's doing what?
We're working on them in parallel.
Do we know that the events are related?
-You seem to assume so.
-Not at all.
Until we can be sure, I want separate
investigations. It'll be more useful.
So, who's taking what?
You were first
at the scene at Wester's, so...
OK. Good, that's that then.
-I'll divide up the group.
-See you later.
I'm sorry,
but the post mortem will be ready now.
Just one second.
Martinsson will be briefing me
on both investigations...
...and then I'll want you
both to report to me regularly.
If I discover a link, I'll tell you.
But you must keep me updated.
We can't call you
every time we make progress.
You don't need to call.
Just pop your head in.
I've been given the next office.
We're neighbours.
So I'll be expecting
the post mortem report...
Thank you.
There really doesn't need to be
two of us on Wester's emails.
It just needs one. I want
to be active in the investigation.
You'll do what I tell you to do.
You don't want a women
on your team, right? It's just men.
-Maybe it is.
-There's no maybe about it. It is.
From July 1, each station
is to have an equal opportunities plan.
Come with me.
I'm putting her here, in your group.
-Hi.
-Hi.
What are you looking at?
The demonstration outside
the municipal hall at the opening.
All the cars that exploded have been
reported stolen in the past fortnight.
Take Svartman and ask the owners
if they saw anything suspicious.
Yes?
-Martinsson?
-Yes...
Jonathan Berglund, security police.
This is Fredrik Varg.
Are you in charge of the explosions?
We need to see your investigation.
You should talk to Katarina Ahlsell.
She's got all I have, and more.
-What are you looking at?
-The demonstration at the hall.
Can you rewind?
-Hi, Karin.
-Thanks for the party.
We'll have to do it again,
with electricity.
-What's going on?
-I've no idea. How's it going?
Look here...
The cause of death
was the shot to the head.
The b*llet punctured the eyeball,
entered the brain-
-and exited
just above the first vertebra.
Death was instantaneous.
The skin around the entrance
wound bore traces of gunpowder-
-and was slightly charred, which
suggests he was shot at close range.
Look at the angle. The shot
was fired diagonally from above.
-He was on his knees...
-Praying for his life, perhaps.
The other b*llet
entered through the cheek-
-glanced off the teeth
and lodged itself in his hard palate.
And the other shots to the torso...?
All of them were fired
after the fatal shot.
The direction shows
that he was already lying on the floor.
-How many are there?
-Fifteen.
What do you know about the g*n?
A 9 mm 39B. You'll have to
ask Nyberg about the rest.
OK. Thanks, Karin.
A car's been parked outside our flat
for two days. Here's the number...
-And the address...?
-Excuse me, but what's your game?
I've been sitting here for two hours
waiting for information!
It's bad enough with the bombs, but
now they're sh**ting our politicians!
-Why aren't you arresting them?
-We don't know who theyare. Yet.
Then you're the only ones. They're in
the square - under police protection.
-But who's protecting us?
-Yes! Start by closing the exhibition!
What? They can't come and tell us
what we can have on our walls...
All those with an opinion, please make
room for people with business here.
I demand an answer.
What are you doing?
We're trying to work on it.
But right now you're holding us up!
The surveillance footage gave nothing.
We can't tell the sex,
although the size suggests it's a man.
Nor can we see if it's the same person.
Time-wise it's possible,
but we don't know.
We've spoken to the owners.
They saw nothing unusual before they
were stolen. Nor did their neighbours.
We've found traces
of pentyl and mineral oil...
...on the transformers and in the cars,
which suggests an expl*sive.
Do we know where it comes from?
I can find out if we find more of it.
The same applies
to the g*n that k*lled Wester.
It was a GL*CK 1 7.
That's all I can say.
It's our old service weapon.
So the k*ller emptied
the magazine into him.
What would make someone so angry?
The GL*CK and the b*ll*ts
are too common to trace.
As for the motive,
all we've got is the exhibition.
We've searched his computers
and are trying to map his last days.
Martinsson!
-Who the hell called them in?
-The Chief Commissioner.
The security police are also here.
-Who brought them here?
-They brought themselves.
Maybe we should go down and...
Major Vikström,
emergency squad commander.
-What are you doing here?
-Threats have been made.
-Any signs they might strike again?
-No.
-Has anyone claimed responsibility?
-No.
But there was trouble last night.
- Anders! Over here.
Anders Lindström. He knows the area
and is in charge of strategic planning.
-Local knowledge. Are you from town?
-No, but I was stationed here.
I was in charge of
disaster preparedness.
Drew up plans for
different conceivable scenarios...
I hope we won't have to use them,
but you never know.
-What happens now?
-We're protecting the water supply.
With London and Madrid in mind,
we've got people on buses and trains.
And at the hall, which I understand
is a target until the exhibition shuts.
Do you think
it was lslamic fundamentalists?
Provoked people strike back sooner or
later. Sooner if religion's involved.
What now? A curfew?
Shut the exhibition?
-They'd never agree.
-Who's "they"?
Everyone. Society.
It's a matter of principle.
m*rder*r
Shouldn't you be going home?
You've been here for almost 24 hours.
At least the ferries are going,
so something seems to be working.
-Talk to me.
-I've already told you everything.
You've told me what you know.
I want to know what you think.
I'm no expert on terrorism,
but I try to keep myself informed.
But I've not once read
of a chain of events like this one.
But it seems difficult to imagine
it not being a coincidence.
That it's hitting us now,
when the exhibition's here.
But at the same time...
The m*rder.
Seventeen shots.
Fifteen when Wester's already dead.
It doesn't sound like
the same efficient t*rrorists-
-who blow up five cars
in the space of two minutes.
But still...
...the m*rder...
...seems personal.
-Private.
-So two separate perpetrators?
Possibly...
But it still feels
as if they're connected.
It's just a hunch.
I don't know. This is all new to me.
To us all. It's not what I expected
when I moved here from Stockholm.
What had you been expecting?
Something else.
A little less, I guess.
That it'd be calmer, a bit more...
...idyllic.
Well, you know...
...it is, well it used to be,
until this happened.
-Have you lived here long?
-Yes. A long time.
Although now
I've bought a house, by the sea.
-Where are you staying?
-ln a hotel.
But just for two days until
the removal vans and my family arrive.
-Are you married?
-Divorced.
It's my children who are coming.
Extremely reluctantly, I might add.
-Do you have children?
-Yes.
Is this her?
Yes.
Listen, I think Jussi
needs his evening walk.
I'll see you tomorrow.
Go home and get some sleep.
Excuse me.
Come, I want to show you something.
Look. It's a recent news broadcast.
He was dark, with a beard...
Looked a little like an Arab...
Jesus Christ.
What are these people like?
Well, they've made up
their minds on who's to blame.
-Are you surprised?
-No.
Out you get. There you go...
Bloody hell...
No, not that. Don't eat that...
Come here!
What the hell?
Dear me...
What are you doing?
What are you doing here?
The power's still off. I felt it best
to be here in case something happens.
Britt?
Why haven't you gone home?
I want to make sure
I haven't missed anything.
-Talk about ambitious.
-Not really...
The Wester case is a bit personal.
I was meant to keep him alive.
I thought I saw something...
Can't you relax?
Can't you relax? No?
Shall we go and work? Eh?
Shall we go and work?
Let's go and work.
Come on, Jussi. Let's go and work.
WATER SUPPLlES lN DANGER
-Halt!
-I'll take care of this.
Good morning, Wallander.
-Out so early?
-We don't have a curfew yet, do we?
No! But the area around
the water towers is a bit sensitive.
-Sorry about the dog thing.
-He'll survive.
I thought I'd go down
and get a few hours' kip.
Go on up. Lindström's there.
I'm sure he's got coffee on the go.
Thanks.
They knock out the infrastructure,
people isolate themselves at home...
It doesn't take much to poison a town.
Frighteningly little, actually.
We're so incredibly vulnerable.
Would we have been less so if we'd
had a permanent military presence?
Not necessarily...
But it's hardly like
we're living in a safer world.
It's still society's weakest - women,
children, the old - who suffer most.
If you ask me, the army is essential
to a healthy civil society.
So this would never have happened
if we still had the regiment here?
That's not what I'm saying.
But I think we make people feel secure,
and that should be worth something.
I actually think the police
can learn a lot from us.
And anyway, it was you who called
in us when it all broke loose here.
What's your opinion?
Why are they doing this?
Maybe they think we deserve it.
Has anyone claimed responsibility?
Not yet, which I find a bit strange.
t*rrorists usually like
to tell everyone it was them.
Wallander here...
The victim is one Britt Collin, 49.
Multiple shot wounds.
-What's her job?
-I can find out.
Do so now.
- Call people in to do the rounds.
Seems to be the same story...
Who called to report it?
Her husband.
It appears he was at home.
-Couldn't he do anything?
-He's in a wheelchair. Shock.
They've just taken him out.
Hey, wait! Stop!
Stop.
My name's Kurt Wallander,
Ystad police. Did you see who did this?
He shot her.
-Did you see who shot your wife?
-Again and again...
-Can't you see he's in shock?
-I know he is. I must talk to him now.
Did your wife know Erik Wester?
Please, you must try to help me
find the man who shot your wife.
So did your wife know Erik Wester.
-Where does she work?
-ln the job centre. Part-time.
I'm a bit poorly,
so she thinks that's enough.
Had anyone been threatening her?
Or had she fallen out with someone?
I couldn't help her...
I couldn't help her...
Britt was 15 years his junior. Maybe
she and Wester were having an affair?
That doesn't necessarily mean
she was being unfaithful.
I just wanted it to be something
as banal and tangible as jealousy.
If she was being unfaithful, who'd get
angry about it? Wester was divorced.
There's a link.
-There's Wallander!
-Just a quick question!
Did you know that Britt Collin had sent
two youths to work on the exhibition?
No...
They were there to help set it up, and
are still there as general dogsbodies.
This means there's a link between
the killings and the exhibition!
If you say so.
Was it the same person
who k*lled Collin and Wester?
I have no comment to make.
Kurt, I've gone through Wester's mails.
-Find anything?
-He wasn't very popular.
-He received a lot of threats.
-Could you trace any?
Quite a few. I've made a list of them.
Get Collin's work computer.
Check if she got any too.
-Won't I need a warrant?
-Just bring it here.
-ls the Collin-Wester link true?
-lt'd seem so.
You know the counter-
demonstration's grown, right?
And this won't cheer you up either.
The Minister of Defence is on her way.
"The Minister is coming
to Ystad to give her support"-
-"and show that the government takes
such attacks on democracy seriously."
-When's she due?
-This afternoon. With her family.
We'll need back-up. She's to address
the public and hold a press conference.
-Thanks, Peter.
-Pontus.
Martinsson, give this list of Wester's
threats to the security police.
First we'll see if Collin recognises
any names. If not, we'll nick the lot.
-We'll be in touch if necessary. OK?
-OK. Bye.
-What's she doing here?
-Helping us with our inquiries.
-We spoke to her. She knew nothing.
-Maybe you asked the wrong questions.
What she said on TV.
Someone's convinced her she saw that.
She's identified the man she saw
in the woods. Recognise him?
-No.
-We're bringing him in.
-Here's a list of threats on Wester.
-Take a look at them. If you have time.
We want a local officer
to accompany us.
We insist on it.
You can take lsabell
to the hospital instead.
I'll drive.
Stupid old git.
Jaul Malik? Security police.
We want to ask you some questions.
...several fires in cafés and shops,
including a Lebanese restaurant...
...many ofthese attacks seem to be
aimed at Muslim and Arab targets.
They certainly are brave.
Not to say foolhardy.
What should they do? Stay indoors?
No, but people might find them walking
in a group like that provocative.
Yes, but we have religious freedom.
They're entitled to wear a veil.
-Are you questioning that right?
-Not at all.
What would you say
if Ebba came to work in a veil?
I'd think it was...strange.
A bit weird, maybe.
Especially if she comes and asks
about our equal opportunities plan.
You find it hard
to make sense of it, don't you.
What do you mean?
That women are prepared
to go to such lengths for their rights.
It's a bit complicated.
How old are you?
-It's Karin. Do you have time?
-Be quick. I'm at the hospital.
-Nothing's happened I hope?
-A patient might be able to help us.
I can give you a preliminary on Collin.
Two shots to the head, both fatal.
Fifteen shots to the torso and arms.
Fired while the victim
was on the floor.
-The same M.O.
-Yes, the same M.O.
And the same calibre of b*llet.
Nyberg has the b*ll*ts. He can tell you
if it's the same g*n. Take care.
I've told him you're coming,
but he's still in quite a state.
So I don't want you staying too long.
Hello.
I'm sorry to disturb you, but could
you look at the names on this list?
-Sorry...
-Thanks.
What's going on?
Call for back-up.
A sh**ting at the hospital. g*nman
still in the building. Send back-up!
Police!
Nobody move.
Everyone freeze!
Hey, you! Stop!
Stop! Stop!
Stop! Stop!
Kurt!
-What the hell are you playing at?
-Don't open the door.
Did that nurse have anything to do
with the exhibition? I must know!
If not, how is she linked
to Collin and Wester?
And I want to hear it from you
and not a f*cking journalist!
Get the hospital manager
down to the station asap.
Jaul...tell me something.
We have Jesus on T-shirts, he's a
musical, he's photographed as g*y...
-We don't go blowing things up.
-All I've done is demonstrated.
And how you depict Jesus is up to you.
It just shows your lack of faith.
I'd like a word.
-What is it that can't wait?
-A nurse has just been shot.
While Jaul was here.
So Jaul blows things up
while someone else does the sh**ting.
Was that all?
Yes...
When you did your military service
in Syria, did you blow things up?
It was part of the training.
-So you can handle plastic expl*sives?
-Yes.
Everything all right? The b*stards.
I'm cross-referencing Wester's and
Collin's computers but it'll take time.
We have no time.
Malik admits to being a member of
the Swedish-Arabic Friendship Society.
That society has existed for ages.
The national rapid response
squad is meeting us in Lund.
Then goodbye and thanks for the help.
Where's Wallander?
I want to talk to Wallander!
Will you stop!
Is this really necessary?
I have a hospital
that really needs me, now!
Please take a seat.
What is it you want?
Did Gunilla Polhem have anything to do
with the Mohammed exhibition?
I was her boss. I have no idea
what she did in her free time.
Know anything about any
connection with Collin and Wester?
She'd worked at the hospital for 20
years. Something must've happened.
What do you mean?
Did she make any mistakes?
Everyone makes mistakes!
But nothing that
she deserved to get shot for.
I'd still like the log books
from her unit.
-No way. The Secrecy Act...
-Let's not give a toss about the Act...
You know as well as I do
what's needed to override the Act.
Your consideration is touching, but
you're holding up a m*rder inquiry!
-And I can report you for that.
-Are you threatening me?
Look around at what's happening!
The town crawling with soldiers!
Security police hunting
t*rrorists under every bush!
A government raving on
about national security!
People afraid
of strangers with straight noses!
And it's my job to solve
three murders in public places!
And maybe a fourth's being planned.
It could be you.
So if you're keeping something from me,
I'd advise you to come out with it!
Have you got a moment?
I've checked all the CCTV footage
from when the cars exploded.
-Haven't you slept at all?
-I wanted to see where they were from.
Look.
If you mark out where they were stolen,
not where the owners live...
There, there, there, there and there...
See what's in the middle, and at the
end of the road where the cameras are?
The old barracks.
With enough space to hide five cars.
Good. Very good work, Svartman.
-We'll see. I'll go and check it out.
-Do that, but don't go alone.
Six years ago,
a boy died in the hospital.
The parents said his death was caused
by his receiving the wrong treatment.
They appealed in vain
to the Disciplinary Offences Board-
-so they took it further and further
until I was summoned to the EU court.
You personally.
Yes.
Shortly before the boy's death...
...I had to accept cuts
that meant that...
...staffing levels were affected.
An over-stressed and worn out nurse
had been careless, the parents said.
It was my fault.
Do you think
they were justified in thinking so?
It's been so long, but...probably.
The nurse in charge of the boy
that day was Gunilla Polhem.
Might the boy have survived?
-What were the parents' names?
-I can't remember.
Find out. Here...
-Kurt speaking.
-It's Nyberg. Do you have a minute?
The b*mb from the hospital
was M/46 plastic expl*sive. Army stuff.
We're checking any reports of theft.
-And the sil*ncer?
-lt could very well belong to a GL*CK.
A GL*CK was also reported stolen from
the barracks when they closed down.
I'll ask Lindström
if they suspected anyone.
Svartman's on his way.
-The cars might've been parked there.
-Call me when you hear something.
Thank you.
The boy's name was Henrik Franzén.
His father's name was Anders.
-Anders Franzén?
-No, they weren't married.
His name was Lindström.
Anders Lindström.
Hi. Contact Vikström.
Tell him we're looking for Lindström.
But he mustn't know anything. He's
probably at home. Send a riot squad.
Isabell, go with him.
Call me as soon as you get something.
I have the link.
It's nothing to do with the exhibition.
-G'day, Hugo Andersson.
-Svartman, Ystad police.
-You called.
-I need to get inside the building.
-What are you looking for?
-I can't say. Got the keys? Thanks.
Clear!
Clear!
Alpha 1, the building's secure.
Copy that.
Calling all units:
The power's back on in Ystad.
-Svartman to command centre, over.
-Go ahead.
I need forensics
at the old barracks. Out.
Wester was mayor
when the barracks shut.
-lt wasn't his decision.
-But he was slated.
He was said to be more interested in
his status than in saving the regiment.
An unemployed Lindström
was given to Collin.
According to this, he thought
she was hostile towards him.
We know he blamed Polhem
for his son's death.
Speaking.
He's not here.
We'll go through it,
but it'll take time.
Hang on...
Why cause a blackout
and blow up cars?
To show Ystad how vulnerable
we are without the regiment.
He loses the plot when it's disbanded.
But why now? The barracks
was closed down years ago.
The job centre and his son
were also years ago.
That was lsabell. He probably
doesn't have long left. Cancer.
Good, you're here.
Have you seen Lindström?
He left about an hour ago.
He's part of the escort.
-What escort?
-The Minister's. She's just arrived.
Hello.
Hello, nice to meet you.
Come along, Alice. - Anton, come...
You can wait here with Daddy, OK?
I can but tryto imagine-
-what you've been
going through recently.
But I do know what Sweden
has gone through. And we're angry.
THE SWEDISH-ARABIC SOCIETY
The recent actions against your town...
...and by extension, our nation...
...are despicable.
But ifwe give in to the fear...
...then they have won.
So I've decided
to come here today, to you...
...with my family...
...we will never give in to fear.
I'll be with you in a minute.
I know that
some of you have been shouting:
"It's times like this we really need
a regiment here. A strong defence."
And cursed us politicians
for disbanding it.
But to you I want to say that we...
The k*ller is dangerous.
Suspected b*mb.
...never protect us from those intent
on harming our open society.
All we can do is strike back.
With the weapon that we have: justice.
-Got the podium covered?
-Repeat: Suspected b*mb.
So at this very moment, we are
raiding a suspected t*rror1st cell-
-here, in our safe and secure Skåne...
So, of course. Sure we need an army.
But must it look like
it did 50, even 10 years ago?
No, because the enemy is different
to what it was 50 or 10 years ago.
So in closing, let me say to you that
l, my family, and the entire country-
-feel for you
and I hope that we never...
Wait...
...experience
something like this again.
-He's got a b*mb!
-A b*mb!
Alice!
Martin!
Martin!
If you sh**t me, I'll drop this. If l
drop this, the whole square goes up!
Are you afraid?
Are you afraid, I said!
Are you afraid? I thought
we weren't meant to give in to fear.
-Please...
-Please, what?
My children, my family...
I too had a family, a job, a life until
you decided to snatch them away!
Hold your fire...
-You disbanded the regiment...
-I didn't...
Shut it! You're just like
all the other decision-makers up there.
You come down here to get
photographed and you go on and on-
-about how you'll protect us.
-What do you want me to do?
-Nothing, because it's too late.
-Anders...
-Back off!
Don't do this.
Please, back off.
Why are you doing this?
I don't get why you're doing this.
People have a right to feel secure.
-Mummy!
-Alice!
-Get her away from here.
-Alice, go back to Daddy now.
Anders...
-Alice, listen to me. Go back.
-Get rid of the kid, I said!
Anders...
You were right.
Your son
was given the wrong treatment.
They've admitted it.
That's enough now.
This won't help to bring your son back.
Why should her husband
go through the same thing?
-Pick her up.
-Don't move.
-Pick her up.
-What's he saying?
You want me to pick...?
Come to Mummy, come...
Know what you said
when we last spoke?
You said it was women,
children and the old who suffer most.
And it was them you wanted to protect.
You're not a k*ller
of innocent people, Anders.
And these people have done nothing.
Let them go.
Let them go, Anders.
Right jacket pocket. The key.
Carefully...
You swap places.
-I want a car.
-Take mine.
Listen to me. No one is to follow us.
Not the helicopter, no one!
If I see anyone,
I'll blow us both sky high. Got it?
No one's to follow us.
I'll drive.
How?
Get out.
I can't, and you know that.
You know I'm sick, don't you.
No way am I going to
spend my final days in a cell.
I can't let you go.
In that case, you'll die with me.
Do you want to die?
Not yet.
So get out.
OK.
What the...?
I said we weren't to be followed!
I know...
Have you seen this?
"Where next attack was being planned".
And here: "b*mb made in kitchen".
The security police
did their job, at least.
-Anything about the Defence Minister?
-Sure. Four-page centre spread.
Mostly about her in tears.
But nothing about Lindström.
Sure. "Madman who took the Minister
hostage is a former soldier
"He is thought to be behind
the recent chaos in Ystad."
-So it's "chaos" now, eh? Not "terror".
-Apparently.
It says here that the roving exhibition
"Three Views of the Prophet"-
-has now been dismantled
and is on its way to Glasgow.
Then we'll have to offer our sympathies
to our dear colleagues in Glasgow.
Right, time for Jussi's walk.
Nyberg, you're in charge.
Jussi!
No swimming.
Jussi! Jussi!
Jussi, what are you doing here?
- Sorry.
-ls he your dog?
-Yes. Did you get wet?
It's OK.
Kurt!
-Hi!
-Hi!
-What are you doing here?
-Are you the one moving in?
We're neighbours then.
How nice! OK...
This is my daughter, Hanna.
And there's an Elias up there sitting
sulking in front of a video game.
-Can I give you a hand?
-No, I'm just unpacking.
I'd offer you a cup of coffee,
but I don't know where it is.
I'd best go back
and help with the dishes.
OK...
Goodbye. - Come on, Jussi.
Goodbye.
Come on, Jussi!
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