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The knife that killed Roland Eklund is mine.

Have you told anyone what happened when me and Urban were kids?

Not even for Ante.

You have to stop this, Peter. Urban killed himself.

You can't get him back.

Somehow the killer knows about my father.

You're completely paranoid!

Temo was here yesterday. He wanted me to spy on you.

–It was your fault. –Don't blame me!

I was drunk, you were sober!

–I was asleep! –Stop talking about it.

Is it true that Lars–Åke Wall was your patient?

Lars–Åke couldn't have killed Fredrika Jensen.

–You don't say? –Yes, I do say.

There's no doubt that Wall killed her.

Klas Levén is guilty of the murder on Fredrika Jensen.

Whoever claims otherwise is lying!

I enjoy talking to you :)

EPISODE 4

HERE THE MINISTER LEAVES THE STUDIO

What kind of cop wants to set free a serial killer?

–No one wants to do that. –So what is he up to, then?

We can control this. This is not your responsibility.

What is not my responsibility, in your opinion?

You examined the verdicts, but had no part in the police investigation.

We have to be clever now. You went by what was presented in court.

What is it you're saying?

That we should assume one or more of the Levén verdicts actually are unsound.

Are you out of your mind?

I examined them. I put my name to them.

The verdicts are sound.

But the police have photographs proving the contrary.

Well, there's nothing to say that Levén wasn't standing beside Wall–

–when he took these photographs.

There must have been two of them who murdered the girl.

–But... –But what?!

I am not about to let some damned conspiracy theory distort the truth.

This is legal certainty in Sweden's justice system we're talking about.

And about the relatives of Levén's eight victims. This is about Justice!

What is it?

They've conducted a reader poll on confidence in you and your work.

Oh? And what does it say?

Well...

Here. I assume you were watching TV as well, last night.

I don't have a TV. I reckon they just show a load of fucking shite.

Why, have I missed something?

Lars–Åke Wall murdered that girl in Hallstavik.

Really? You don't say?

I'm not saying so. The photographic evidence is.

Listen Peter, shouldn't we just give this thing a rest, now?

We arrested Eklund's killer this morning.

Eklund once defended a guy called Mehmet Gebri.

Gebri was pissed off at Eklund because he couldn't get him off.

So, he called Eklund and threatened him, and... well...

Telephone traffic links him to both the area, and the time frame for the murder.

But what about the note? "Klas Levén is a liar".

That was Gebri's attempt to mislead the police.

And it worked pretty well, in some quarters.

Fucking hell, do you even believe this?

We've shown that you've made mistakes with one murder. There are seven others.

I read your interviews in the case file. They don't make pretty reading.

You know that all eight were examined by the Justice Chancellor.

And you know what that means.

Bye.

Is this really such a good idea?

He's not going to want to talk to you.

Klas Levén has murdered men, women, children and old age pensioners.

There's no pattern, none whatsoever.

It's just a lot of vague clues and concocted interviews to uphold–

–Levén's idiotic confessions.

Stenius didn't so much as look at the case files.

He's read a single interview transcript, if that.

He's pals with both the Prosecutor and the Prosecuting Attorney.

The moment he signed off on those verdicts–

–there was no chance of going after Temo, or Kvarnholt.

They will never be charged with dereliction of duty, and Temo knows this.

–Oh dear... –To say the least.

Sorry I lost my temper earlier.

But we have to figure this out.

Our public bill is taking a back seat.

–Where is Marcus? –Just call.

–He knows we're going now, right? –I'm a fucking cop!

I'll go down to the reception and call him.

–Just call and say that I'm here. –What are you doing here?

I'm telling these pretty boys that I need to see Stenius.

I'll handle this.

–Let me go! –Björn made a fool of himself last night!

–Isn't that enough? –No!

–Peter, I'm not kidding! –Me neither!

–Why are you whispering? –I'm not!

How can he defend the verdicts just to save his own skin?

Where did Ann–Marie go?

Is it true that it was Wall who killed the girl in Hallstavik?

–Without a doubt. –Could they have been two?

No, we have over 30 pictures of Wall, from all possible angles.

At least one murderer is free because of these idiots!

And it's probably even worse than that!

Björn isn't going to want to talk to you.

If you have any questions, e–mail me and I'll see what I can do.

But I can't promise anything.

They've put together the door–to–doors in the area where you were attacked.

Temo is concentrating on this Gebri fellow–

–but there is a witness who describes someone who sounds like Wall.

"The witness saw a man come jogging towards his car."

"Blue jeans, dark grey jacket, dark cap."

"Tall, with a slight stoop, elderly, around 60, grey hair under the cap."

"He hurried over to a parked car, White Saab, older model, probably a 9–3."

–What? –A white Saab. Probably a 9–3.

–Wall has one. –That's what I'm saying.

Hi there, Krister.

I'm sorry I didn't make it to the viewing yesterday.

I'm stuck up in...

Yes, I get that. No, no. I have the brochure right here.

Yes, I can understand you feel that way.

Why didn't he take the photos with him?

I can do an extra viewing this evening. I'm leaving Hallstavik in half an hour.

They're proof that he raped and killed an girl.

For fuck's sake! Krister?

No, no. I was talking to someone else.

Listen, I'm really sorry. Could I call you back in a little while?

Yes. I really am sorry. Thanks. Thanks...

What?

Wall. Why did he leave everything in his secret stash when he took off?

No fucking clue.

The logical thing would be to take the photos or destroy them.

To just leave them...

–He clearly wasn't the logical type, then. –No... Clearly not.

Hi there, Krister.

Yes... Oh dear.

That's right, it's not exactly South facing. But I'll sort something out.

Listen... This business of Wall leaving behind all those photos...

–Drop it. We're leaving. Now. –I'd like to check up on something.

I really have got to get to Stockholm. Drop it!

There's something we haven't tried yet. Give me the keys.

Good. She's already here.

Hi.

–What was so important? –My colleague...

Actually, I don't know. Kajsa...?

–Hi. –Hi there...

–That's a cadaver dog, isn't it? –Yes.

Evert?

Go for it!

Go on, you bastard, get it!

Load of old women. Go on, get after it!

Shit!

Great interview yesterday...

–We have to get our ducks in a row. –You bet your life we do!

That was what I just said, but you are not listening to me!

They want to tear up the verdicts, and set this maniac free.

–That is not going to happen. –Don't say that. This is how it starts!

You maybe took a wrong turn in the Fredrika Jensen case?

Maybe you've taken a wrong turn. This is the boys' changing room.

I think we can do some damage limitation here.

Ann–Marie, we have already discussed that.

If there were two of them fucking that girl–

–that is hardly a reason to let one of them out.

Nothing indicates there were two of them.

Anything else can you tell me about my investigations?

Temo has caught Eklund's killer, for fuck's sake!

They were to drop this shit about Levén. Wasn't that what you said?

Now, the interview... How's it going with Gebri?

Well, they're making progress.

He's denying everything, but I'm sure we'll link him to it.

Good.

We just need to stop mad fucker Peter Wendel and his nitwit crew–

–from tearing up sound police work!

Bye.

Fucking hell, this is starting to look like a conspiracy!

Give me a break! Temo and Stefan, they're friends of mine.

I'm sorry if you felt embarrassed.

"Felt embarrassed"?

You can keep this job – provided you can control your ex–husband.

What kind of an ultimatum is that? You can't demand that!

Oh yes, I can. It's time you became of some use to us.

Drive. She can take a taxi.

You know how hard and dry things get when you microwave them.

But with just a little patience, you can get them as moist as anything.

It's the plastic bag that keeps the moisture locked up in the bun.

And you heat it on low power.

Sometimes, I put a cup of water in there to release water vapour.

Then you can be sure of keeping the bun moist.

Look! As if they came straight from the oven!

–I can't make proper sense of this. –What?

–Good, eh? –Fantastic.

Why would a paedophile who has got away with both murder and rape–

–want to do this?

What do you mean?

If you'd asked me this morning, I would have said that Wall did not kill Eklund.

–But now there's a witness at the scene... –Wall's DNA on the knife, what about that?

Yes. That too...

–Hi. –Hi.

How can I help you?

Well, I wanted to check whether there's anyone other than myself–

–who has access to my email.

–Access to your mail? –Yes, I mean...

I think someone has been into my computer and read one of my mails.

It was flagged as Read–

–even though I'm 100% certain that I haven't read it.

And then all of a sudden, right before my very eyes, it came up as marked Unread.

That does sound odd. The only person who can read your emails is you.

Provided you haven't given your password to someone else.

So, you mean there's no other way of getting into my computer?

Sure there is. We can get in from here.

–From here? –But we ask for permission.

If a hard disk has become infected with a virus–

–or a program needs updating.

But we never read anyone else's mail.

–I just have to take this. –Sure.

Hi, this is Håkan in IT. Yes, sure thing...

Yes?

It seems like we've found something.

–You've found Wall? –Maybe.

–And he's not in Stockholm? –No.

And he can't have killed Eklund?

If it's him, no.

Call me when you know more. Alright?

Yes. Bye.

Per.

Jorma!

Stop... Stop this!

You have no right to be here. You mustn't do this!

You mustn't! You mustn't! You mustn't!

You mustn't take him from me! No! No!

Have you got sciatica now?

By the way, my date yesterday went down the pan.

But he liked Rickard, anyway.

Are you all right?

A bit dispirited, that's all.

If it really is Lars–Åke Wall in that well...

It is.

...then we're back to square one.

Yes...

But maybe not all the way.

The witness?

He described a man who looks like Wall–

–and who went running towards a white Saab.

Just like the one Wall has. Or had.

–Mikael Ström? –Yes, that's right.

Hi. Barbro. I'm with the police. It's about your witness testimony.

We'd like to ask you some more questions, to complete the picture.

–Peter Wendel. –Mikael.

Would you be so kind as to go through it again, from the top?

Sure... I saw a man come running–

–or rather jogging towards his car.

–How did he seem? –Stressed.

He looked around him several times.

It looked as though he was in a hurry, but didn't want to let on that he was.

–How was he dressed? –Blue jeans.

Grey–black jacket, boots.

Light–coloured baseball cap.

Age, appearance?

He was fairly tall. With a slight stoop.

Elderly. Maybe 60. Grey hair, under the cap.

Yes, that's it. It was him.

–Are you sure? –Absolutely. 100 %.

Where did he go then?

He hurried over to a car parked nearby.

–Model? –A Saab 9–3.

Well... OK, thanks.

–Peter, he's lying! –Yeah, yeah. Get in.

Stenius denied me a new trial! That MOTHERFUCKER!

I'M GONNA KILL HIM!!!!!

HE WILL DIE! I POSTED THE LETTER!

What do you want?

I came to apologize.

I crossed the line earlier on today.

I don't know. This is all a bit sensitive and personal for me–

–and I wasn't being entirely professional.

I want to apologize for my behavior. Simple as that.

It's important we're playing for the same team, here.

Yes, of course. Of course it is.

Stefan, Temo and Roland are people–

–I've known all my working life.

–Or almost all of it. –I know.

I understand if you want me to step back.

I can go back to my old job, if that's what you want.

That shouldn't be necessary.

But I'm glad you came here to see me.

It's important one can admit one's mistakes.

Sure. Exactly.

What is it now?

–I just think it's rather funny. –What?

Well, I mean, us lot in this Cold Case Group are a bit...

We're a bit different.

A real estate broker, a thief and I'm not even a police. And then you.

Me? And what am I?

You've been off sick for three years. They say you were in a mental hospital.

It's no accident you're heading up this group.

–Were you in a mental hospital? –That was a long time ago.

–But you were? –Yes. For a few weeks.

Look!

–Where are you going? –I'm going to check something.

But what if he runs off!

Runs off? He has no reason to flee.

He doesn't know what we've found in Hallstavik.

Shit...

–What? –He's coming back! Now!

Did he spot you?

No.

What do we do now?

–Hi. –Hi. Thanks.

Have you been sitting here all night?

–Hi. –Hi.

–Who is he? –Lives by himself, no family.

Has his own firm, working as a land surveyor.

Land surveyor?

Someone who takes measurements of various properties.

According to his web site he specializes in large tracts of forest.

The photo of the glade.

The only thing I don't understand is how Wall's DNA came to be on the knife.

There have been several break–ins at Wall's house.

And someone had removed the grille from the drain in the bathroom.

What do we do now?

Peter? Do we bring him in?

–Are you two back? –Yes.

Could you come with us so that we can have a chat?

About what?

–About Roland Eklund's murder. –I see.

Alright, just let me get my coat.

Stenius denied me a new trial! I'LL KILL HIM!

–You coming? –Mm.

–Is this what you're looking for? –Where did you find it?

It was at the IT department.

This Lars–Åke Wall was found murdered–

–at the girl's family home. Any thoughts?

Well, it's tragic, of course.

But it could put a stop to any talk of tearing up the Levén verdicts.

Why would it?

Because I think that Wall would be required to confess to the murder–

–and say that he acted alone.

–Ann–Marie? –I'm afraid I think the opposite.

That in purely PR terms, this could turn into something of a disaster.

Even if from a purely legal point of view Markus is right–

–the media have already made a big thing of Levén retracting his confessions.

The photos found in Wall's house.

I think a lot of people are convinced that Wall murdered Fredrika.

I think that we can assume this will generate some unpleasant headlines.

Like what, for example?

"When Justice let them down, the parents were forced to act."

"Their daughter's killer walked free, and now her father is going to prison."

That sort of thing.

Oh.

We've written to the police, the Prosecutor–

–the authorities, the Justice Chancellor and our own Justice Minister.

No one understand what it's like living just a few kilometres–

–from the man who murdered your daughter.

Always dreading that you'll run into him.

All we've been told is that we're wrong.

But now we know who was right, and who was wrong.

Lars–Åke Wall killed our little girl.

Me and Per have had each other.

But now there's just me.

Tony Macnabb