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Lars-Åke Wall murdered the girl in Hallstavik.

We've shown that you made mistakes in one of the murders.

There are seven more.

Temo is focused on this Gebri fellow-

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

Björn won't talk to you. E-mail me your questions. I'll see what I can do.

Stenius denied me a retrial. HE WILL DIE!

You're the only one who can access your e-mail.

- There's no other way in? - Yes, from here.

- He's a cadaver dog, right? - Yes.

We seem to have found something.

If it really is Lars-Åke Wall in that well-

we're back on square one.

- Maybe not quite. - The witness?

- Mikael Ström? - Yes. Yes, it was him.

Lives alone, no family, works as a land surveyor.

Specializes on large forest areas.

The picture from the glade. Should we bring him in?

EPISODE 5

- You mean to say you saw Lars-Åke Wall? - Yes.

While he was making for his car, a white Saab?

Exactly.

The thing is, we've now found Lars-Åke Wall's body.

He's been dead for several years, so he can't have been the man you saw.

I must have made a mistake. This man looked very much like him.

That's odd.

Because Lars-Åke Wall owned the same type of car. A white Saab.

It could have been another make.

So you're no longer sure?

I could very well have made a mistake. Cars aren't my primary interest in life.

I see. And what is?

What reason did you have for being outside Eklund's building?

There's a nice nature reserve nearby. I often walk there.

- Mm. Late in the evening? - Anytime, actually.

Sometimes it's good to get a breath of fresh air before one goes to bed.

Ever taken a walk here?

No, I don't think so.

You're a land surveyor, right? Do you travel a lot, in your job?

Yes. I work all over the country.

- You have no relationship with Eklund? - No, none whatsoever.

So I'm not going to find out there's a connection between the two of you?

- Klas Levén? - No.

What about the two of us? Have we met before, you and I?

What makes you think that?

The apartment is incredibly well maintained, as you can see.

All the pipework was replaced less than two years ago.

The housing association is good, and its finances are in excellent shape.

Brilliant for public transport. The metro is a two minute walk.

- There's a bus stop nearby. - There's a weird smell in the bathroom.

- What the hell are you doing here? - What about you? You should be at work.

I had to take on this extra viewing. I was away all weekend.

We've brought in a murder suspect. You can't just take off.

Ten minutes.

The neighbors... Have they got rid of the bed bugs?

- Five minutes. - Two.

South facing, a fully functioning ceramic stove, fast broadband...

Release him?

He described Lars-Åke Wall.

What he described was every Swedish male over the age of 40.

Lars-Åke Wall is dead. In a well in Hallstavik.

I don't know on what grounds I could detain him.

Then we'll have to place him under surveillance.

What? What is this?

The Cold Case Group is acting as an extra resource in this murder investigation-

and it's being led by Temo.

It's up to him if he wants to put Mikael Ström under surveillance.

I'm afraid everyone's busy.

Thanks, Ulla.

I'm sorry I couldn't be of more help, Peter.

- The taxi's on its way. - I hope you find who you're looking for.

- Kajsa and Jorma? - They'll be here in a few minutes.

Good, we'll meet up with them on the way. Get your car.

- We're taking my car? - Yes. He'd recognize mine.

Keep two cars behind, but not too far back so we get caught at red lights.

I've never done this before. I don't know how.

Please, Barbro. Just drive. You can do this.

- You need first gear. - Yes.

Drive, drive.

- There. - Keep this distance.

He's turning left.

- Take it easy, don't get too close. - No...

Red light. Go, go.

Look out...

- Oh, hell's bells... - No.

Now there's a car there as well. Right, OK...

I said you should drive.

- Widdle. - What?

- Rickard needs to widdle. - Never mind that now.

He's turning, he's turning.

OK, slow down.

Pull in this side.

OK, Kajsa or Jorma, one of you has to go in.

- Jorma can go. - Remember, he's got photos of all of us.

- Try to be inconspicuous. - Jorma is disguised as a broker.

- You see him? - No, not yet.

Hi there.

Yeah, I get that, but there's no point in getting all riled about it, right?

There's a guy right here I can ask.

Listen, I wanted to ask you something. I've got a bit of a panic on.

I'm showing an apartment this evening, and I need a few things for it.

- I'll help you in just a moment. - Great, thanks. I'll be waiting over here.

I ran straight into Ström.

- Did he recognize you? - Don't know. Hard to say.

He's heading for the till.

Heads up, he's on the move.

So, how can I help you?

- Hi. - Hi.

Come in.

- What's up? - I want to show you something.

- Shoot. - Or... do you want to show him?

- What is this? - Open it. Have a read.

"Greetings, you smug fucking asshole."

"Time to get down from your high horse"-

"and start taking your god damned job seriously."

"Otherwise I'll blow your brains out." Yes, I've seen this before.

- Why am I reading it again? - Guess who wrote this letter.

You want to tell him?

Peter Wendel wrote this letter.

Ann-Maries Wendel?

Peter Wendel's brother took his own life.

What was that? Five years ago?

Peter Wendel didn't buy it, so he started his own murder investigation.

He sent his evidence to the Justice Chancellor. You rejected it-

and he sent you this.

- Is this correct, Ann-Marie? - How would I know?

How you would know?

Well, Peter indeed didn't want to believe that his brother took his own life.

He was very upset.

But I have no idea if he sent you any letter.

- Does it say it's from him? - No.

Why do you think it was Peter who sent the letter?

Where did the information come from?

You've got some nerve, standing here and insisting you don't know...

Insisting what, Marcus?

I have sources who can confirm that he is the one who wrote this.

Sources?

- Don't tell me you don't know... - I'm not telling you anything.

I haven't a clue if it was Peter who wrote that letter or not.

It's not impossible, of course. But I wonder how you can be so certain?

I'm afraid I can't go into that.

What did you have in mind to do with this?

Prove that Peter Wendel is sick in the head! That he hates you!

He's threatened your life, Björn.

Yes. If he's the one who wrote it.

I'm sorry, Marcus, as long as I can't talk with your source-

we can't use the letter.

You can't link it to Wendel. Was that everything?

Good. Thank you. Marcus, would you stay for a moment?

Thank you, Ann-Marie. Close the door on your way out, would you?

He isn't particularly discreet.

What do you mean?

Isn't it a bit strange going to buy stuff like that in a taxi?

What's he going to do with all that?

Give me a fucking break. I was forced to improvise.

Yeah, so I saw.

OK, you can drive.

Internal Affairs. You're going to have to pick up, sooner or later.

Vera?

Vera?

- Hi, dad. - Hi.

Like I've been telling you the whole time, it's my word against his.

No, exactly.

Yes, fine. OK, 'bye.

I can't understand why you just don't own up to it.

Want one? There's one for you as well.

Kajsa, don't you get what I'm saying? You're going to take the rap for this.

It's my word against yours.

- I took a photo of the money. - What?

Before you took it.

No matter what you say, I.A. know that there was money in that apartment.

They've dusted the bowl the money was in. The results will be through any day now.

- You asshole! - I'm an asshole?

- You stole money from a child! - Drug money, Jorma!

Do you seriously believe he would have seen a single penny of it?

So it's totally fine to steal drug money, is it?

And then we fuck, and I drop my testimony against you, is that it?

- Fuck, God damn it... - What the fuck are you doing?!

- Shut up! - Let go, let go!

- Ow! - Psychopath!

Stop biting!

- Let me go! Ow! - Ow!

- Hi. - Hi!

- Can I come in? - Yes, sure. Of course.

They've got the threatening letter you wrote.

Marcus hacked into my email.

What? That's illegal, for fuck's sake. What did he read?

I've brought a copy of the mail with me. I'll go get it.

Hallo? Hallo?

Hallo, who is it?

Peter? Is that you?

How did you get this number?

I was sitting here, thinking about Urban.

You've always been the strong one.

I wish that Urban could have been as strong...

Who was that?

- Who was that who called? - That fucking idiot!

- Shit! - Please, try to calm down.

How the hell does he have the gall to call me? Huh?

Peter, calm down.

Stop talking to me as though I was three years old!

Don't shout, Vera's upstairs!

Take care of your email instead, so no one can read it!

Want to meet?

Oh, hi there.

You're Vera, right? Peter's daughter.

How's he doing, these days?

He's back at work, I hear. Someone told me he was.

Yes, he is.

Give him my very best.

- Going home? - Yes.

I can give you a lift. I'm going that way.

No, that's OK, I'll take the bus...

- Still living in the row house? - Yes.

Hop in, and we can be off.

- It's cold out, now. - Mm.

How's your dad doing? Working on something exciting?

Don't you work with my dad?

Now, I'm not a cop. But I've known Peter for a while.

He's quite special. Stubborn.

- He's nuts. - Yeah...

You never showed up

- You can turn off here. - No, I'll drive you all the way.

Stop the car, this is where I live.

Sorry... My mind was elsewhere.

Goodbye, Vera.

Dad?

- Hi. - Hi.

So, how can I help you?

I and Björn have something for you.

But you have to promise not to tell anyone it came from us.

All right. So, what is it?

A threatening letter, which was reported to the police. Written by Peter Wendel-

to Björn, when he was Justice Chancellor.

- You are kidding? - No.

Peter wrote this?

- The Peter Wendel? To Stenius? - Yes.

What the fuck... Can you corroborate this?

How did you get hold of this?

OK.

Thanks.

Come here.

- Hi. - Hi.

- It's all wet in here. - That right?

- Has Peter been here? - No.

- He's not at the office? - No.

He's not answering his cell.

We were supposed to be going out to see Ström's former boss.

How's it been going here, then?

Ström has been home all evening. He switched off his lamp late.

How late was it? One a.m.?

What have you two been doing in here?

What do you mean? We've been working.

- What's this? - Butter cream.

Custard.

- So, you haven't seen Peter? - Nope.

Hi, my name is Barbro Svensson. I'm with the police...

I'm with the police. My name is Barbro Svensson.

Barbro Svensson, from the police...

Hi, my name's Barbro Svensson, I'm with the police.

I have some questions regarding Mikael Ström. Would that be OK?

- I was the one who called. - From the police?

Exactly so. Barbro, police.

- You said this was about Mikael Ström? - Yes.

Can you tell me anything about him?

Well, Mikael was employed here for almost ten years, as a land surveyor.

But he went freelance four or five years ago.

Are you familiar with this place?

No, I don't think so.

- And there's nothing else you can tell me? - Afraid not.

Except, there was one thing.

Mikael went missing for a few days.

He'd never been off sick, so it was a bit strange.

Tell me about that.

Well, he didn't show up. That was it.

He was away for several days, then all of a sudden, the door opens-

and Mikael comes in and sits down at his desk, as though nothing had happened.

I deducted the days he was absent from his salary-

and then, that was that.

- When was this? - No idea. Many years ago.

Oh, well...

- Deducted... - What?

You deducted from his salary. Do you have the record that shows that?

Hi.

So, this is where you're hiding out? I've been looking for you.

- Hi. - Hi.

I paid a call on Mikael Ström's old boss.

He didn't have a single day off sick. Except for one period.

When he was absent for a whole week.

And when he came back, he was completely changed.

Here's his salary record, showing when he was absent.

Read that!

I checked the date against the Levén investigations.

There's the connection, Peter.

The day Mikael Ström went missing from his job-

Klas Levén got one of his verdicts. That can't be a coincidence.

- There's the connection, right there. - June the 12th, 1987.

- The girl in Österbymo. - Yup.

The verdict that came when Ström was absent from work.

They never found her body.

- You're a genius, Barbro! - I am?

Yes. First you find Ström by trawling through the witness statements, now this.

It wasn't Klas Levén who killed the girl. It was Mikael Ström.

But... "Klas Levén is a liar."

For some reason, he couldn't bear the idea of Levén claiming the murder as his.

This isn't just a forest glade.

It's a grave site.

Ulla, we've found the connection.

We've found the connection between Ström and... What is it?

Did you send threatening letters to Björn Stenius?

They can't prove it. I wasn't well then.

But don't you think I should have been told?

We have found the connection between Ström and the Levén killings...

Damn it to hell, Peter! You've threatened to kill the Justice Minister.

- You're going on leave. - What did you just say?

You're going on leave. Right now.

Leave? We're in the middle of breakthrough, here...

- The girl... - There are others who can deal with it.

Like who, for instance?

Hello... Hi there, Peter. You still here?

We're about to start the case review now.

Tony Macnabb