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Birgitta? Birgitta?

- Are you up already? - Nice to have the trail to yourself.

- How far did you run? - Two laps.

- Three then. Is Mom sleeping? - Mm.

- Go in and eat some breakfast now. - What about you?

- I have to go to the hospital. - But I've been baking.

Yes, I saw it, honey. I brought some with me.

Coming for you now.

Sleep well.

I might be way off base, but don't we have more important things to do-

- than finding some dim-witted nurse-

- who might have given the wrong injection to a dying patient?

Dying or not, someone might have taken the patient's life.

There was an empty morphine syringe in the room.

The question is who or who all have been there.

The hospital management is on edge after the pediatrician case last year.

And we also don't want to expose an innocent doctor or physician again.

If it might increase your interest in this matter-

- can I say that the patient's son doesn't believe it was a mistake.

He and the hospital have reported it.

So I think you should talk to him. Once that has passed.

Listen, as I said: no scandals, no leaks to the press. Okay?

- But what about fingerprints on the syringe? - There are none. They're wearing latex gloves.

Anyway, the one we're looking for.

Ayda, pull up what we have on the patient Birgitta Lindvall.

And her doctor Johan Fors.

Then you can leave the material with Gunvald.

We're taking Forensics on the way to the hospital.

- Oskar! - What? Yes, yes.

Are you going to work while you're that hungover, Gunvald?

I'm sorry, I'm not hungover.

I've been reading a book all night. A very good book.

About the final years of the Cold War. Do you know what the Cold War was?

When the Russians were the villains and not the Arabs.

- I can read the introduction... - Gunvald!

Can't one have a fucking headache without making such a fucking scene?

Are you okay?

Birgitta Lindvall, 61 years old. Admitted to neurology.

- Cause of death? - Lack of oxygen.

- She suffocated? - Yes.

It's not surprising if you have ALS.

It finally happens.

- Without the help of morphine? - Mm.

Her catheter was sitting there. The dosing cap was open.

So she might have gotten something.

But people do die all by themselves too.

You will get the results in a few days.

Are we going to eat lunch today?

I don't think I'll make it, unfortunately.

But I'd love to do it another day.

- Oh! Am I disturbing you? - But... hello.

This is Martin. - My husband, Rolf.

- Hi, hi. - Hello.

- Police, I assume? - Yes, that's right.

I was thinking of asking if we can look at the sofa...

- But maybe you're working? - No, we're finished.

- Our daughter is moving out, so... - That's a lot to think about then.

I'm going to go change.

- Maybe we can drive you somewhere? - No, that's not necessary.

- Sure? - Yes, I have a car waiting outside.

Are you coming?

- Hi. - Good morning.

What do you drink at home? Is it Italian?

- Yes, I believe so. - Try Arabic. Much tastier.

I thought it was seasoned.

No. Or there are versions without it. Online.

- I can order for you. - Shall we get started then?

Then maybe we should start with the question of the espresso machine.

We're only 300 away now. And everyone has been putting in extra lately? Sven?

As everyone knows, I drink tea.

- So I don't understand why... - Out of solidarity.

You get happier colleagues. Isn't that worth something?

Okay, listen up. We're getting a new patient today. Man...

Johan? I need to have a word with you.

Okay.

- You were Birgitta Lindvall's doctor? - Yes.

I reacted when I heard about the empty syringe.

I was very surprised when I found out what it contained.

- Morphine? - Yes.

- Can we see her medical records? - Sure. I've printed them out.

She was admitted here two months ago.

She didn't make it home. The progression of the illness was rapid.

But not so fast that she was dying immediately?

No, she had pneumonia, but she recovered from it.

Isn't intensive care required—

- if you have ALS and get pneumonia?

She opposed it. She didn't want a ventilator.

Every patient has the right to decide for themselves.

And so she passed away on June 12th.

- Were you working then? - Yes.

- How long? - Until nine.

And then you went home?

I understand that you must ask-

- and I'll obviously manage, but... this feels quite unsettling.

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

When was the last time you were in contact with the patient?

I visited her at... I would say around six-thirty.

- Why were you visiting her? - It was about her son.

He questioned most of what we did.

She was embarrassed by it and wanted to apologize on his behalf.

- It wasn't the first time. - Questioned? In what way?

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

Would you like some coffee?

- Water? - No thanks.

How are you?

- How... how do you think I'm doing? - I don't know.

Tell me.

They have taken my mother's life.

I knew it from the start, that she would die in there.

- It would never have happened at home. - Who would have taken care of her?

I.

She only had me.

Was it not good that she got help? She was very ill.

In there, she became that - seriously ill. Before, she was just sick.

No one forced her in there, did they? She had a will of her own, surely?

Yes, she had. But it didn't matter.

Because he talked her out of it, that fucking doctor.

- Who? - Johan Fors.

She was afraid of him. She didn't dare speak up.

Mom just kept getting worse and worse and worse in there.

And then... he killed her.

I have proof.

He avoided me.

Both when I visited mom and wanted to have a meeting with him.

I had to send it ten times before he replied.

- You wanted her discharged. - Read the answer.

It says right there what he's planning to do.

- It depends a bit on how you read it. - "Your mother is not getting better."

"She's only getting worse. Towards the end, this disease is very painful."

"Then it might not feel so terrible for her to die."

"Then maybe it will even be pleasant."

Relieving.

But it says it right here!

Hi, it's Dad. Can I speak with Mom?

I just wanted to say that there have been some things that happened here today.

Just so you know, in case anyone calls.

It's no danger, but it's probably for the best if it's you answering the phone.

We can talk about it when I get home. Please.

He is one of my old patients.

I want to first say that Johan is a very skilled doctor.

And well-liked, by both colleagues and patients.

So you'll have to look quite thoroughly if you want to catch him making mistakes.

Neither Johan nor anyone else here is involved in assisted suicide.

There is an enormous difference between alleviating someone's pain and ending it.

There seems to be reason to suspect that someone actually did it.

By mistake, it is manslaughter; by intent, it is murder.

Both are quite serious crimes.

We need a list of who was working on June 12th-

- who had contact with the patient and who may have been in the room.

- Absolutely, I'll take care of that. - Then we are done here.

No, nothing about Johan Fors that stands out.

I checked the Lex Maria reports.

The last two years: No malpractice-

- just a few suicides.

People go home and shoot their brains out after bad news.

Why is that healthcare's fault?

Healthcare makes mistakes sometimes.

According to the National Board of Health and Welfare, the figures are the same at all major hospitals.

- The patient? - Textile arts teacher.

Separated since late 1982, no other children.

She was probably quite busy with the madman.

She has no fortune, so she wasn't killed for the money.

Maybe it was out of compassion.

Compassion. It is an unfamiliar word to you.

I started at eight in the evening and then I went for a round.

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

- And then I helped her drink it. - Eight?

- Water? Nothing else? - No.

- She was your patient all evening? - Yes.

- No thanks. - Are you sure?

Thank you.

- Did you visit her later that evening? - Not until I saw that she was dead.

I entered the room and saw that she was sitting strangely.

In a strange position. So I walked up.

Then I saw the syringe on the table and that the cap on the IV bag was open.

- N? - The vein she had in her arm.

I knew I hadn't given her any injection.

Then I went out and told Vibeke. The doctor who was on call.

- What did you think then? - Mostly that it was careless.

- You don't leave empty syringes behind. - What did you do?

I took the syringe with a napkin and put it in the cupboard-

- and asked Frida to get the patient ready. Then I called her son.

- He didn't react so well. - No.

How much do you doctors deal with each other's patients?

Sometimes we help each other out. It is a freedom for the patients too.

But I only had contact with Birgitta Lindvall on a few isolated occasions.

Not at all on the evening she died. Johan was very devoted to her.

- How so, you mean? - I just mean that he really...

Some of us take work home with us, give our personal numbers to patients-

- and relatives, answering the phone in the middle of the night.

Could he suffer along with his patient to such an ex-

- that he could help her die?

- I'm not saying that. - What are you saying, then?

I'm just saying that he was very engaged.

Johan Fors.

Yes, that's fine. Nice, hello.

Who was it?

The police. They want to talk to me again, tomorrow.

- Yes, they talk to everyone. - What do they do if they don't find anything?

If they don't find out what happened? Is it your responsibility anyway?

- I don't know. - Find out. Call a lawyer.

Yes, I will do it.

- You could at least think about us a little. - What the fuck do you mean by that?

You're never home, and when you are here, you're absent and completely gone.

I'm so fucking tired that I don't even know my own name.

I work and bring in money so you can go to your fake education.

Fuck you.

You and I had a deal.

We would both be there for Sofie. She needs both of us.

I know. I'm sorry.

She is so close to something good now. She's attending her lectures-

- and even shows a little joy about it. Don't ruin that.

There is dessert now.

Thanks, Sofie. It was delicious.

Hi, it's Johan.

Do you have time to meet for a moment? I just need to talk for a bit.

You aren't answering now, but I hope you hear this.

I'll be there in 20 minutes. Okay, hi.

Thanks. Hang back here for a bit.

He hasn't been standing there cleaning the windows on the ground floor.

- The fall was from a great height. - He saw something hit the ground.

When he understood what it was, he went to the guard, who raised the alarm.

Then he just wandered around here a bit.

He at least had the sense not to touch the body.

- Where did you get that from? - The cafeteria.

Very delicious. Do you want some?

It was he who let Johan Fors in.

They close the shop at 10 PM and open at 5 AM.

In the meantime, you can ring the doorbell.

He would have recognized him, but nothing more than that.

We'll have to check which departments face this way.

All the windows were closed.

Johan used to come up here to take a break.

- He certainly wasn't the only one. - Wasn't he supposed to be working last night?

No.

Smoking is dangerous.

- Did he have a car with him? - Yes, a Toyota.

Standing down in the parking lot. The keys were in my coat pocket.

Go through it later. - Excuse me. - There are more here.

We must cordone off this area up here.

And his room on the ward. Those who want to smoke can go somewhere else.

- What do you think has happened? - What do you think?

My God.

Yeah, you...

- You never get used to it. - No. I know.

I heard about two young police officers who were going to deliver a death notice to a family.

The man in the family had died in some accident.

They go there, ring the bell, the lady of the house opens-

- and one of the police officers says: "Is it widow Pettersson?"

"No, I don't know," she says.

- "Want to make a bet?" he says. - Yes, but!

Hi, my name is Martin Beck. This is Gunvald Larsson.

We're from the police. Are you?

Mom?

I didn't even know that he had left home.

He wasn't here when we woke up, but...

That's just how it usually is when he starts early.

He didn't say anything before he left, that he was going to the hospital?

No. We were sleeping.

Or I was asleep.

How did he seem last night?

Was he acting differently?

He was upset about what had happened to his patient.

- Upset? - Yes. Or...

...oroad.

Martin, we talked about this, this was exactly what wasn't supposed to happen.

The phone has been ringing all damn day.

The National Police Commissioner is calling me, wondering who messed this up.

We have handled it according to the regulations.

There was... Listen. There was nothing that suggested he was suicidal.

- If that is indeed what has happened. - Now we're closing this case as fast as hell.

Then we'll have to cook up a nice story for the press.

With a happy ending. Do you understand? Excuse me. A happy ending.

First, we have Birgitta Lindvall, who died from medication she shouldn't have been given.

Maybe.

We can't just sit here and do nothing while waiting for a lab report.

And now the patient's doctor, Johan Fors-

- found dead after a fall from the hospital roof.

Accident or suicide? Are we going with the theory that he killed his patient-

- strongly supports that suspicion.

He is used to standing on the roof.

He doesn't get up, lights a cigarette and stumbles and falls down.

Most of you have probably heard what has happened.

But we will continue to talk with each and every one of you.

Our technicians will be moving around the department while you work.

They are examining workspaces, changing rooms and so on.

I hope you can be understanding about that.

It would be good if the patients don't notice this too much.

Excuse me.

Beck.

Okay, thanks.

Gunvald.

Doctors prescribe, but the nurses administer the medication to the patients.

- And you have special keys? - Access cards.

Only the nurses collect the medicine and keep track of how much is available?

We inventory the supplies regularly, but it's not down to the millimeter.

- Right? - We are pressured and understaffed.

It's probably not the highest priority.

- Are the cards personal? - Yes.

You can tell who has been in which storage room?

- And at exactly what time? - Yes.

- Then we'll collect and check the cards. - All the cards?

- Oskar Bergman, police officer. - Sara.

Without a card, we can't work.

But I can put together a list of how they were used and where.

How long would it take?

- Tomorrow? - Okay.

At first, I didn't think about it. He has bleeding and crush injuries from the fall.

But this is something else. Do you see?

- Didn't he fall on grass? - He did.

Were there no large sharp rocks or anything else angular?

- Then he got this in another way. - Before the fall?

- And this injury is fatal? - Yes, absolutely.

- Hardly self-inflicted? - No.

- So we're looking for a murder weapon. - Yes.

- Are you taking any more here later? - Oh. You had something?

Look here.

It looks like blood.

Hi, Petter. We need to talk to you.

Would you like anything? Coffee? I have freshly baked cookies.

- It's good. - What has happened?

Johan Fors, your mother's doctor, has been found dead.

- What? When? - The night before last.

We believe he was murdered. You don't seem so surprised.

- Yes. - Not sad, at least.

But you didn't seem to have much affection for him.

- Who is black? - Put it down.

Who is white?

- Her. - Who "her"?

Mom.

What were you doing the night before last at midnight?

I was... here.

- What did you do? - I was lying down sleeping.

- Where? - What?

- Where did you sleep? - What do you mean, I live here.

- Yeah, yeah. I was asking where you slept. - What the fuck do you mean by that?

I mean what I say. Where did you sleep? In which room?

It doesn't look good for him at all, but it's not enough for an indictment.

Would he have killed Johan Fors? Why so insistent on filing a report then?

- He just wanted to frame him. - Just and only.

If you're a paranoid vigilante, over 40 and sleeping in your mother's bed—

- so maybe one can go a bit further and has difficulty with boundaries.

That doesn't make him a murderer.

We must be able to link him to the location at the very least. Preferably something more.

- What about the surveillance cameras? - The hospital management is being difficult.

Do we need to put more pressure on them? I'll see what I can do.

How are you doing, Gunvald?

Good. I have a fucking headache, fourth day now. Otherwise, I'm good.

- Where is it sitting? - Everywhere.

- Here, try some. - No thanks, not your potato infusion.

Aren't you going to apply for that?

- Now I feel much better. - It's tea. Just a little ginger.

- What do we do about the family then? - I'm on my way.

- Who could it be? - We're going to try to find out.

But now I have to ask you: What did you do when it happened?

- Me? - It's pure routine.

I was lying here at home, sleeping. Quite deeply.

I'm having trouble sleeping and took a sleeping pill.

- Were you home too? - Yes.

- And just lying there sleeping? - Yes.

- Does Sofie have to stay here? - No. We can talk later.

Do you know if there was anyone who wanted to hurt Johan?

No.

It's clear, the patient who died, her son...

Johan talked about him. He didn't seem to be doing so well.

Several times he sat in his car out in the parking lot.

What, the hospital parking lot? Why do you think he was sitting there, then?

- He just sat there. - He just sat there?

But not the night Johan died?

No.

- You were working then? - Yes, but I didn't meet Johan.

It might be because I went home.

- Did you go home? - Yes, I felt sick.

I felt nauseous and went home to sleep it off.

- What time was it then? - It was around eleven.

In the evening? - Come in!

Thank you.

I see here that you had quite a bit of contact.

- A 15-second long call. - No, I missed the call.

My phone was in the locker room. But he left a message.

What did it sound like?

He wanted to talk to me and was on his way to the hospital.

Then he called again after fifteen min-

- but you didn't call back until 30 minutes later.

I didn't see that he had called until I got home.

Then I tried calling him. Several times.

- But you can see that there too. - And he didn't answer?

- No, because it was too late. - Quite late calls.

- You had a special relationship? - Yes, and I am very glad for it.

You have to have thick skin in healthcare work, but we are nothing more than humans.

We wouldn't be able to cope if we couldn't talk to each other.

- That must apply to you too. - That we are no more than human?

There are some divided opinions about it.

No, I haven't heard any gossip from the neurologist.

- Right? - It's a pretty good department.

People thrive. Rarely any vacancies there.

They don't have time to cause scandals like in other departments.

So this thing about "love in the hospital" isn't true?

Not these days. We don't have time for that.

But of course, if some posh sister were to show up

- so I could maybe imagine something.

Have you decided? What you're going to eat, that is.

I promise, Dad, there's no girlfriend on the way - either.

Unfortunately.

- Yes, I've made up my mind. Have you? - Yes. I'll have the usual.

Please Dad, you work twelve hours a day and then you come here-

- and eats the same food every time. What kind of life is that?

Martin? Yes, up like a sun-

- flattened like a pancake. You look pathetic.

- Out of fuel? - You could say that.

You need to get laid.

- Sorry? - Ball. Pinch. Shoot rat.

Please.

Martin, what do you say to this? A singles cruise to Åland.

You and I, with a bit of salt spray on our cheeks-

- a dance floor full of gallant ladies.

Only 450 bucks, all inclusive.

- That's a brilliant idea, isn't it? - I'll think about it.

Do it. Amore, old man. Otherwise, you'll die.

Sofie?

- Good morning. - Good morning.

Check that out when we're at the hospital.

Get one of those CT scans. I'd do that if I were you.

- I'm pretty sure of that. - Then you know what it isn't.

Thanks for your concern. I don't have a brain tumor, I'm just tired.

- You don't look so damn energetic yourself. - Hi.

Emma has cold-induced asthma and coughs all night.

- Asthma? Dammit. - No, cold-induced asthma, you know...

- We take turns sleeping on the couch. - Having children is voluntary.

Or some kind of human instinct.

For some of us. Apparently, it doesn't affect everyone.

- Isn't Martin here? - He's probably just coming in. Coffee?

- No thanks. - That coffee is only for emergencies.

But helped rattle one of those.

I thought police worked best on bad coffee.

- No profession does it well. - I'm sorry, I just...

A single note will do just fine. Better. You are the boss, after all.

Thank you.

Top model. Very generous, Klas.

- Yes, of course, it... - Well, but... 500 kronor.

The blood on the hatch came from Johan Fors. The impression matches the injury.

There you have it.

I checked with the hospital's security department.

They only have cameras at the entrance.

What do we know about Petter Lindvall?

Quite a bit. Twice he has received treatment for anxiety and depression.

It was 2007 and 2010.

In 2004, he was convicted of trespassing and assault, and served three months in prison.

Member of a hunting club.

10-15% of those with a hunting license are mentally disturbed.

I have a hunting license.

- Who did he assault? - A classmate at Komvux.

Kristina Lindström. Here you go, if you want to see.

- And he has also emailed Johan Fors. - I saw the email.

Unfriendly, but no direct threats.

He has no alibi, is violent, has been in psych ward-

- and has a motive. At least according to himself. Should we bring him in?

Yes.

Sofie! Sofie!

Sofie!

Yes, Beck.

Sofie? Do you think you can manage to turn around?

Do you recognize me?

What was it that happened?

You ran...

Did you run into anyone? Anyone who scared you?

- Or did it hurt you? - No.

- You didn't run into anyone? - No.

- Is it safe? - Mm.

- But what happened then? - I don't remember.

You should try to get some rest, I think.

She probably just fainted.

No impossible reaction after everything that has happened.

I won't comment on that, they're probably better at that here, but...

- Has it happened before? - No.

Or well, maybe sometime, in connection with her...

She had problems with food.

Anorexia.

Sit here and wait. Give me the phone, and I'll be right back.

- I don't have to give it to you. - Yes, you do.

Otherwise you'll be obstructing a murder investigation, and that is not good at all.

- Sit down, let me take the phone. - I haven't done anything.

That's good, then it'll go fast. Can I have the phone now.

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

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

Wait. Back up.

- There. - Martin.

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

So, you.

You said that you stayed home and slept the night of the 14th.

And then you got a text message from the Public Dental Service at 11:26 PM.

Do you remember that?

- No. - You haven't received many others.

None, actually. Are you sure you don't remember it?

- What? - I don't know. Maybe.

Where were you when you got the text?

- I was home. - No, you weren't.

You were near the hospital. We can see that here.

Why are you lying? You know that we are requesting your arrest-

- as a suspect in the murder of Johan Fors?

- It wasn't me. - Tell me what you did then.

- I was just out with the car. - And?

I drove around. The nights... It's hard to just be at home.

- Drove where? - Around.

Around? We see that you were at the hospital.

I stood there in the parking lot for a while, but I never went inside.

I never met Johan Fors.

How did you know he would be at the hospital?

- I didn't know that. - Did you follow him?

I'm not saying anything more without a lawyer.

Oh?

The nurse I met yesterday, Sara, is she working today?

- She ran off on an errand. - Do you have her number?

There. Sara Nilsson.

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

Not unless she's on the schedule. They might have missed her - she's new.

All of us sitting in here understand how desperate one can become-

- when you lose the one you love most.

You can also get very angry and not want to accept it.

Think it feels terribly unfair to be left alone.

Everyone understands that you want to find someone to blame.

Track the person down and maybe lose my cool. It has happened before.

Kristina Lindström, the one you got angry at-

- because she didn't reciprocate your feelings.

- What the fuck is that? Huh? - She paid a high price.

- That was a hundred years ago. - You got it too, didn't you?

It's absolutely insane! They are the ones who killed my mother.

You had to sit in prison.

We're taking a short break from the interrogation.

Can you say that again?

Birgitta Lindvall had not a trace of morphine in her body.

The test results have just arrived. So that wasn't what she died of.

Probably from his pneumonia or the aftereffects of it.

The cause of death is the same: oxygen deprivation.

Thank you.

Can you come here for a moment?

Can you mix Ipren and Alvedon to bring the fever down?

As long as one doesn't exceed the dose. How old is the child?

- A month. - A month?

Excuse me. - Sara? Sara.

Sara!

I didn't work on that department, but on the one next to it.

I was just going to get some pads. We had run out of ours.

I had the syringe in my hand, because I was giving morphine to another patient.

As I walk past her room, I see that she is tossing and turning.

I go in to help her get settled.

- It's all I do. - Why didn't you say so earlier?

I thought that I might at least have something to do with it.

That someone had broken in there, that there was morphine in the syringe and...

I didn't dare.

I'm a recent graduate and have just started working here.

Then you're afraid all day long that you're going to make a mistake.

Excuse me.

Hi, Martin.

What?

Okay.

Yes, okay. Hi.

I believe you.

If I tell you that your mother died a completely natural death...

- She had no morphine in her system. - That is not true.

You can see the medical examiner's report later.

Your mother died because she suffered from a very serious illness-

- and got pneumonia.

She couldn't breathe. She was suffocating.

No one tried to kill her. No doctor, and no one else either.

An empty morphine syringe lay in her room.

- It wasn't injected into her. - Why didn't she ever raise the alarm then?

She might not have had time. Or maybe she just didn't want to.

So if you wanted revenge, it feels a bit unnecessary right now, doesn't it?

Or how does it feel? Huh?

- It feels... You're lying! - Not so good?

You've all conspired, to try this on me.

- Don't you think I understand that? - You should see the medical examiner's report...

You can't lock me up for something I haven't done.

You are so fucking wrong! I reported that fucking doctor.

Mind his filthy fucking private life and leave me alone!

- I have nothing more to say to you. - I want to speak with my client.

Of course. We will take a short break in the interrogation.

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

He has been sitting for too long and needs to eat and rest.

- A little massage maybe, too? - What?

- Why would he need a massage? - It's fine, we'll continue later.

Thank you.

- Should we also have a bite to eat? - I'm not hungry.

It'll be you. Now come on.

Here are those lists you asked for.

What is it?

Bergström, thanks.

How the fuck could you miss not informing us about-

- that there was a pack of condoms in Johan Fors' locker at the hospital?

Opened. And started. No, I'm not joking.

What "new guy"? He's going to try and get another job!

Maybe we should have lunch now.

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

That's probably not your concern.

It's a murder investigation, and if you don't cooperate, it's damn weird.

We were in a relationship.

- He was married. - Yes, he was.

Now this is even stranger. Johan called you-

- just before he died. You say that you got sick and went home.

I did it. You've checked that, right?

We know you left the ward, not the hospital.

- When exactly was it? - Eleven o'clock.

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

When he called, what did he want? To meet up on the roof?

No!

- What did he want then? - I never found out. Right?

- Hi. - Martin Beck, police.

Maybe it would be better if we could talk somewhere else.

- I'd rather not leave Sofie. - I understand.

- How is she doing? - She's mostly sleeping.

When she is awake, she does not want to talk.

I'm sitting here holding her hand. What was it you wanted?

We know that Johan had an affair with a woman here at the hospital.

Did you know about it? Or did you suspect it?

No. Who is it?

I think it's best that we ask the questions.

And now I must ask you again, you surely understand why...

- Where were you the night Johan died? - My God!

I was home.

I was home!

He must be around here somewhere. They lock up at ten.

Either he went in completely unnoticed before that-

- or maybe he was let in, but the guard doesn't remember.

- Is that the only entrance at night? - Everything else is locked and alarmed then.

I don't think I can handle any more tonight.

No, but at least then we know what we're going to do tomorrow.

Aside from moving forward with Petter.

He might cooperate more after a night in detention.

It's this Vibeke...

I think we can dismiss Eva, even if her alibi is a bit...

The daughter can't be sure that mom was sleeping, because she was sleeping alone.

Eva might be lying.

Eva might be forcing her daughter to give her an alibi.

Maybe that was why she collapsed.

Or because she is in shock that the father has been murdered.

- Or maybe it's the daughter herself. - What would her motive be?

The father may have sexually exploited her.

We're going to talk to her, as soon as she is a bit more able to speak.

Right now, Vibeke is the interesting one of the two.

She was Johan Fors's mistress. One can imagine that they have quarreled-

- and that she pushed him.

Get some of those, maybe you'll avoid the headache.

- They're at the gas station. - You won't find those at the gas station.

Good night.

Hello, Martin!

Foxtrot. Pelvic contact. They like that.

I was damn good at dancing when I was a kid.

I see it.

- You haven't regretted it? - No. Another time.

- Good night. - Good night to you too.

Gunvald, what was the security guard's name? The guy in the entrance, you know.

Yes, I know what time it is. But do you remember him?

Anyone you remember letting in? Or saw walking in before you closed?

No. But I saw him in the parking lot.

- In the parking lot outside the hospital? - Yes, he was sitting in a car near the entrance.

It's him. I have a good memory for faces.

When was he sitting there? Before or after Johan Fors came in?

Afterwards. I went for a stretch then, up to the glass wall by the doors.

You get pretty fed up with the tabloids.

- So he never got out of the car? - No.

- Are you sure about that? - Yes, I wandered around there for a long time.

15-20 minutes. I wondered what kind of guy was just sitting there.

Did you look at him while the patient or "the rower" came out to you?

Yes.

Did the patient come to you directly after seeing the body hit the ground?

Yeah, the guy was completely shocked. He could barely speak.

Thank you. It was good that we found this out.

One more thing... Is this a person you recognize from the same night?

I recognize her, but I don't know if it's from that night.

You don't remember letting her out or seeing her leave the hospital?

- No, unfortunately, I don't remember that. - Then we thank you very much.

- You'll find your way on your own, right? - Yeah, yeah.

Thanks, thanks. - Thanks, thanks.

Back to mother's bed.

You were never up on the roof? You weren't seen up there?

- No! - Because you got sick and went home.

But then a fight broke out. He falls, hits his head, dies.

Or did he no longer want to be separated from his wife?

He wanted to end your relationship. Or something else happened up there.

- And things got a little wild. - There's no use being rude.

Unless you have something to do with Johan's death-

- why didn't you say that you were in a relationship?

For exactly this. I'm sorry that I didn't say it as it was-

- but I understood that it wouldn't be so good for me.

You can safely say that.

So, you're here sometimes too?

Yes, sometimes I crawl out of my crypt.

- How are you guys doing? - Have you found any female tracks at Fors?

- Like what? - I don't know...

He had something extramarital going on.

- Not with his poor patients? - No, I don't think so.

His wife is all over him. Couples are swarming with each other's DNA.

I haven't found anything, but I promise to look if I've missed something.

That's good.

I wasn't prepared for it to feel so much once she moved.

I know that she is competent and social and has chosen this herself.

But all I can think about is her sitting alone and unhappy in the apartment.

Maybe it's exactly the opposite.

It is the great terror.

It's not easy. I remember how it was.

I even went to my daughter's house with a movie and food.

- I thought she would be really happy. - But she wasn't?

No, quite the opposite. She probably got rather uncomfortable.

She had the apartment full of friends sitting and having dinner.

She was the one who became worried. "How are you doing, Dad?"

- What is her name? - Lovisa. And yours?

Inger.

- Do you have more children? - No. Just Inger.

- Shall we drink coffee somewhere else? - What a brilliant idea.

Well, it certainly wasn't a gourmet lunch.

That was good. Nice to have some fresh air when you're sitting indoors all day.

- In the crypt. - In the crypt, yes.

You are very kind. I would love to do it again.

Yes, I... Same to you.

Excuse me.

- It's Martin. - It wasn't Vibeke.

She left the hospital five past eleven.

Hey, they don't lock this ambulance intake at night, do they?

- Shouldn't there be cameras there? - Do you think she went in there?

No, I don't think she went out and slipped in that way.

I think we should look for someone else.

- Eva Fors? - Yes, that's right.

She must have made her way to the hospital incredibly fast.

Find out if they have more than one car. Otherwise, check with all the taxi companies.

And get in touch with me. Good. Thanks, bye.

- I am sorry. - Nothing.

- Yes, we'll walk a bit further. - Can you make it?

Nothing? Try some street nearby then.

The taxi might not have been ordered all the way there.

Research.

Did you not know that your husband was unfaithful?

Or suspected it was so?

You didn't take any sleeping pills, you followed after your husband.

To confront him. A fight broke out, things went the way they went.

Sofie thought you were home-

- because you were there when she fell asleep and when she woke up.

Unless you forced her to say that you were home.

Why should I have to listen to that? I need to be with her.

- She's not doing so well. - Why do you think that is?

- What the fuck do you mean? - She might have known about all of this.

You took a taxi from the corner of Magnebergs- vägen and Gamla Tyresövägen-

- 11:08 PM.

And 23 minutes later you arrived at the hospital.

- What? - The taxi was ordered in the name Fors.

From your landline.

It wasn't you sitting in the taxi.

What the fuck?

- She has disappeared from the ward. - Could she have gone home?

Excuse us.

There.

What the fuck are you saying? On the roof?

Hello?

Sofie! No!

Sofie. Come here, please.

Step away from the edge.

I love you, Sofie.

I love you too, Mom.

It wasn't intentional. I just didn't want him to leave us.

If you actually love your mother...

...why do you want to leave her?

It's you two.

There is forgiveness.

Come.

But what the fuck...

- Hey, Martin. - Hey.

- You're giving me a hand, aren't you? - So, it's time now?

Goodness me. There's a song in my heart and deep down inside, as mom used to say.

What do you have in that bag?

I need to have a little something to offer in the cabin.

What if the booze runs out on the ferry?

Watch out so you don't get rusty. No one will thank you for it.

You'll hear everything later! Åland!

- Hey. - Are you sitting here?

Yes. I don't need to attend the course.

"Social skills development in your workgroup." I can already do that.

Is the headache finally over?

Nice.

Thank you.

Did you see that?

Lucky I didn't become a journalist.

Shall we grab a coffee? Out in the freedom.

Nice.

- Meeting? - No.

No.

Text: Thomas Jansson Scandinavian Text Service 2015

Publisher: Pia Grünler