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THE DIE IS CAST

No, that's enough. This is hurting.

No, we'll never get him up again.

When you want to get rid of a guy...

Get me down!

There's just no way we can zoom.

Without a technical department like...

Is anyone listening to me?!

Get him down. He's disturbing the peace.

Leif Hagman can learn how to un-hang himself!

If it's going to look like suicide...

In that case we going to need two teams.

As TOM, that should be MY decision.

There's no smoking in the studio.

I've been in Jerk's TV-program 8 times and I still don't know what TOM means.

Technical Operating Manager.

That explains it then.

- The top chicken as they say. - The top cock!

- And what a cock! - Talking about me?

To poison a guy, then string him up, you'd have to be pretty athletic.

Who wrote this episode, by the way?

The great Jerk Domare.

Teacher's pet!

You haven't included any of my ideas.

Yes... both the subway and Parliament House.

And the city baths... That's spot on. Like I said.

I just do as you say.

If only people didn't carry on making fun of things all the time!

As producer, I have to be skeptical and keep you within limits.

You've been successful.

If there was a hook in the ceiling...

I'm sure it'll be OK.

Set up a rehearsal in the morning.

This was supposed to be the rehearsal now.

The first rehearsal is one of Didrik's great illusions...

...since in no way is the script ready.

l can't show off our cute accents today then?

They would've been SO cute, too!

Those in the leading roles need to intonate a little differently.

In addition, there are only three cameras.

Service Dept is suffering from high activity.

No continuity girl!

And I get so tired of highbrow conversations.

I'm getting out of here.

We'll send the script home to you, Rebecca.

As soon as Jerk has finished writing.

I'll come with you.

Didrik, I've got it!

You're going to think this cleverer... that the city baths...

Look at this...

Finally getting to finish it off!

More to the left! Thank you!

30 seconds left, studio.

This is the best program to date.

Jerk Domare has surpassed himself.

Yes, it feels better than simply surpassing all the other bunglers, as usual.

Take in the studio now.

Get ready at the scanner.

Voice-over now.

15 seconds, folks.

The order is 2-3-1.

Nicer title cards next time.

...and if the script is ready in time...

We're underway, God willing. Start the scanner...

Now!

Good evening, everyone...

Tonight I want to tell you one of the most remarkable stories I know.

In the beginning, the whole of this affair seemed like a suicide.

Teacher's pet!

It began at the home of Professor Ask...

...in the peace and quiet of a perfectly normal week-night..

Now!

Higher contrast, camera 3.

Phone rings... Now!

Cut to 2... now!

Move in slowly, Holger. Now!

Damn! We should've zoomed there.

Keep it there!

Camera 1...

Not exactly a snappy comeback!

Watch out for the mike-shadow, camera 1!

So how did it go?

Mix camera 1.... now!

Start the scary music... now!

The whole country's spellbound.

Nobody else is in the apartment?

Don't touch anything!

I'll be right over.

4.85...and 5 kronor. 10, 20... .

...30, 40, 50... and 100 kronor.

But I gave you a tenner, Miss.

A tenner? Or a fiver?

No, it was a tenner young lady.

- Well, there you are. Is that OK? - Yes, thanks.

- There you are. - Thanks.

I can see you've been working.

A person could get frostbitten in here.

"Earth that is sea that is sky..."

"Earth that is sea that is sky..."

"Earth that is sea that is sky..."

"...rubbed out by the washing of the mist"

There's no spaces.

The space-bar doesn't work.

You could get pneumonia in here.

We must light the stove.

- There's no firewood. - Get some!

Have you had anything today?

Vastmanland County Housewives Association.

And two book clubs.

The Oxenstiern's palace, with tennis-hall and cellar.

My baroque squirrel-ornament theory did not catch on.

- No sugar? - No.

They wanted to go to Kungsan.

Me who hasn't crossed the Riks bridge in 2 years.

But the cellar fitted.

I can see that.

Get some firewood first!

And sugar!

Leif Hagman...

HOSPITAL MURDER NO TRACE OF KILLER

- Go on in and have a look. - No, thanks.

- All out again? - Yeah.

- Is Bjork up there? - Yeah.

Give him my regards...

Tell him he's a sweetie.

Bjork?

That's right.

Thanks. Put it on the wood.

Ce beau matin d'été Si doux...

...Au détour d'un sentier

Une charogne...

sur un lit semé de caillots

Know what?

You're a sweetie.

Noisette, eh?

And petits choux...

Ia Charogne...

They make them with buttercream nowadays.

That Napoleon looks really creamy.

Comme Une femme "lutrique ", "buillante" et suante

Les poissons ouvrez d'une facon

Yes, you'll get something.

What is this?

I found it in the cellar.

It's dirty.

Leif Hagman?

Wasn't that...

That TV guy...

The one we saw at Brett's.

When he lived across the street.

Brett's?

The actor couple.

It was she who...

Oh, THAT one!

One, two, three!

Bra!

Un. deux. trots! ,,

Leif Hagman's book...

in our cellar.

Probably ducked over here for the sister-in-law's sake.

lnger Brett's sister.

What was her name?

Monica.

Lived here when Brett was away, so the sister wouldn't be alone.

And the apartment's empty now?

He said he never wanted to see it again.

He grieved for her, of course.

Yeah.

Imagine if they'd never found her.

Took her own life... with all that fame.

And she was filthy rich.

The apartment’s empty so you could live there

Money, money!

You've got to look after yourself.

You'll freeze to death here. You should go and live there.

A place consecrated to the deceased.

We're on time too.

Remove text... now!

Find a phrase-end of the music. Fade it out when you can.

Nice, guys. Thanks for now.

Thanks for tonight, guys.

Great when Leo came onto the solution.

Needs a bit of light from the right.

Just tidy up and we're finished.

Day after tomorrow, 9am, Studio B.

Terrific. Never would've believed it.

You've never believed anything.

Go and say some nice things to Leo.

And "Rebecca, look after yourself", eh?

Got a match?

Monica... Tomorrow we have to find a location for "Snowed In".

Lunch-room 9am...

Goodnight. It's been a pleasure.

Yes, for me too.

- Have you seen my pen? - No.

- 'Bye.. - Wait a sec!

One moment.

I'm really tired, Holger.

I'm tired, too.

Are you still sleeping badly?

It's starting to get better.

That's good.

You stopped short of saying something before.

No... best you don't know.

What was it?

Tell me!

No.

- But I just don't get it! - It's best that way.

Really?

It's something not right.

Let's just leave it at that.

You break our engagement, but I feel you still love me.

Ah, sorry. I thought Didrik was here but I see that he's not.

Can you both put up with a commentary?

About what?

You're both damned good, but incredibly stupid..

We're well aware of that, Jerk.

You can always start over.

Goodnight to an evening that's been wonderful.

So what does HE know about it?

I'd say Jerk knows everything.

Apparently more than I do.

Goodnight, Holger.

- What did you want? - Come in and sit down.

I have to go home to bed.

Fine. I'll come with you.

Not tonight, Leif. I'm tired and I feel unwell.

I understand. You've worked hard today.

But sit down, dear girl.

Monica...

Tell me what's wrong now.

Here...!

You're not to go away from me, Monica.

You're never to be Indifferent.

You're never to even feel tired when you're with me.

You see, you have to get me to forget...

...all that inexplicable...

It's very odd, you know...

If you were to go away from me...

...I'm really not sure what would happen.

Maybe I would...

Maybe I'd start to remember..

...that summer evening.

Do you remember how warm it was...

...even at one in the morning?

That evening Leo flew to Vienna...

...and you were alone with your poor sister.

And she was so depressed.

He'd begged you to keep an eye on her...

...even though you didn't want to. Remember?

Did you keep an eye on her, Monica?

Did you?

I remember the moonlight and a slim girl walking along the quayside.

Goodness! I thought, that looks like Monica.

But it looked like you wanted to be left alone.

So, Monica...

Do you recall that I left you alone...

....on that occasion?

But we shan't stir up memories now!

I should be afraid of you...

...be nice...

...nice and full of understanding.

Tell me...

...are you nice now, Monica?

- Who's that? - It's me.

The new lenses for 'B' tomorrow.

- I've got them. - I'll come later.

Hi there everybody!

Hi, Leo. Thanks for today.

Rebecca, where are you going this evening?

I'm going out... with a girlfriend.

I don't like being alone.

We all have to be, sometimes.

Can I call you later?

Yes, I'll be home in a couple of hours. 'Bye!

There are different ways to emphasise...

...to give meaning to what you say in a TV program.

It felt right when I said it.

I thought Leo was great in our scene.

One thing's for sure...

You have a talent for feeling.

If only you knew!

One could equally say no need for talent, for feeling.

No meaningful stuff now. We're off work.

TV people talk meaningfully in their free time.

Where do you want to go?

Don't you know?!

Where are you going?

I'm looking for Leif Hagman.

He's coming this way.

If you're looking for a role, he's the wrong person.

I'm a poet.

Making you less interesting for the ladies.

Don't you believe it!

Leif, there's someone to see you.

- Goodbye. - 'Bye!

Handle him with care...

He's a bard, and may write for TV one day.

- Hello. My name's Seren. - Hello, Mr Seren.

- My errand is somewhat strange. - We're not unused to that.

- Shall we go in here? - Alright.

- So what's so important? - I have something for you.

- I'm the wrong person for manuscripts. - No, it's a book.

Show me.

Taxi's waiting.

Thanks. Goodnight.

- Good evening. - Good evening, Doctor. .

Not far up the river was an area very suitable for building a hospital.

And that's where the primitive backwoods hospital grew.

When the first world war began the French military authorities...

Good evening.

What can I smell?

It was your fault that the roast was burnt.

It was all too much for me.

Any beer?

There's some in the fridge.

There's some hidden in the ceiling, too.

How come you know about the ceiling?

There's nothing I don't know about.

It's not easy having to think for you!

Lights left turned on! Can you afford it?

With what I earn here...

You know you're well-paid.

And you're paid to make my life comfortable, not to moralise.

Get me a beer before I do you an injury!

With your chocolate milk, eh?

The cocoa, yes! Has it skinned?

No.

What's it for, anyway?

A sleeping draught!

Special blend.

If something goes wrong, it's all your own fault.

Nonsense...

Cheers!

Well, I'll go down to my room.

Wait! Is that all that's left of the veal?

It went off... Had to throw it out.

Well, I'm going to the pub.

And then you'll smoke by yourself.

It's not good for you to smoke so much.

No, but I enjoy it.

This bitch of a woman will ruin me!

Cocoa for me in the morning.

- Good night, sweetie pie. - Good night, flower of my heart.

Good evening. Welcome back.

Good evening, Sir. There's a lady waiting for you. .

- Do I know her? - A chance acquaintance, I'd say.

Is the phone free?

Hi there, it's Leif... Got a moment?

No, I was just thinking of that book you borrowed.

"Fleur Du Mal."

You know the one I mean.

Yes, I can well imagine.

You never found the book then, eh?

Well, let me tell you, it has turned up.

Yes, you can imagine.

It was found in a cellar. That's right, in a cellar

It's just a shame that it's so damaged.

That beautiful binding Dad liked so much...

It almost seems that it has blood on it.

That's right...

Blood.

I have an idea.

I think you should compensate me for the book.

I suggest it because I'm broke

...and it's no more than reasonable that you...

You'll be hearing from me.

No, I don't want to ruin you, but remember that I'm the one who...

It'll be free soon. I'll let you know..

How did it go? Was she home?

Hi. Sorry I'm late. Had to make a phone call.

Not to Didrik, I hope.

Why?!

He wouldn't be particularly happy if he knew... that you and I...

That you and I... what?

Don't look at me like that.

It's not the done thing for a man to be with a girl like me.

Scotch on the rocks.

How can you keep us all in good shape?

Can you keep US all in good shape?

Didrik, and Leo, and me...

How many of us are there, actually?

Wonderful conversation between intelligent people!

But Didrik?! What's fun about him?

There's nothing very funny about Didrik.

Just the work he can put your way.

That IS fun, yes.

You can use ME more, you know.

In what fun-filled way?

I spoke to Flugan at "Aftonposten".

He promised to run a feature article on you.

You're wonderful in so many ways.

But you're still not satisfied.

Have you found me ungrateful?

Leo!

Can you explain him?!

The poor man is so dreadfully alone nowadays.

And so rich!

Rebecca my pet...

...you really should be somewhat afraid of me.

Nonsense, you're the only one I really feel for.

Swear that's true?

TV phoned... They want you to come right away.

"They"? Which "they"?

It was the switch-girl.

I just said I'd give you the message.

What a bummer, at this hour.

At which point, time to go home. You know.

Know?

Who ever knows with you?

Tonight at least.

I can take your briefcase.

Sweet, tender, considerate..

Lock it up tight, Leif.

No, no, no!

'Bye!

See you, chum!

And in this house, Axel Oxenstierna puffed up the stairs...

...when he, as a 26-year old councilor, was hurrying, because, as he put it...

..."when you take your clothes off at night your troubles go with them".

Look what's there now... a bakery and offices.

"Sic transit gloria mundi."

Here in 1650, one of the great pranks of of Queen Christina's reign happened.

A blissfully happy Ahre-Pracht, on his way through town...

...the Goddess of Happiness appeared... naked, but for flowers around her waist...

All described in the diary of one of the good priests of the day.

He goes on: "In the same carriage sat death, cruel and dreadful "

... "holding his scythe in his hand."

- Wasn't it...? - Yes it was.

"And over his head stood a skull and crossbones."

Stop!

Where the hell have you been?

The bus was late.

- What about your shoes? - Left them in Studio B.

Get them!

- It's so dark! - Go!

Let's go again.

Will you do something for me, girl?

- Is he...? - He's dead.

Ring Inspector Odd... say it's for me.

He's hanging like the guy in your program.

Tell Odd that, and he'll understand.

He enjoys TV more than he'll admit.

- Suicide? - I don't know.

Just hurry, please!

You're not going to pass out?

Yeah... so just do as I asked!

Hello. Is it through this way?

Thanks.

OK, chaps... Do what you have to do.

Hi.

You're writing?!

I'm reading.

A farewell. "I CAN'T GO ON. FORGIVE ME."

Reminds me of a TV program I once saw.

I saw it too.

Who found him?

A woman rang us.

A dancer. Agneta Lindfalt.

- What was she doing here? - I don't know.

Whatever she was doing she wast stopped... by the sight of it.

You seem tired.

No. But he and I worked together.

What sort of person was he?

Who ever knows?

Somewhat hard, cynical.

I think it's a shame.

Is that dancer still here?

She's probably outside with the other girls.

Why did you open the studio door?

- I had to go in there. - Why was that?

I had to get my shoes I'd left there.

What did you see?

Leif Hagman.

Hanging from the ceiling.

Anything else?

Jerk Domare.

Where in the studio was he?

He suddenly popped up behind me.

Cigarette?

No thanks.

How did he seem?

Leif?

Jerk Domare.

Unwell.

Was it your idea to ring the police?

No, Jerk asked me to.

Is there anything else you can tell me?

Only that I'm supposed to be rehearsing at the moment.

You can go. Ask Mr Domare to come in. Thanks for your help.

Jerk Domare!

Found "in flagrante" with a corpse!

Yes, worst luck.

Someone who died the same way as in this same Domare's TV program.

Life imitates art sometimes.

You don't find it peculiar?

Yes, peculiar on the surface.

Exactly.

Have you found out who was in the building at the time?

Yes, I have a list.

But you see...

Jerk Domare's name is not there.

The doorkeeper blames a health problem that may have taken him away.

Tell me...

What were you doing here, so late in the evening?

I HAVE TO TALK TO YOU! COME TO STUDIO B, A.S.A.P. LEIF

Found it in the mail box when I came home.

Home from where?

My housekeeper burned the roast, so I went out for a bite to eat.

I've already checked. It's not the same typewriter.

Do you think it was suicide?

It was murder in the TV show.

- What do you think? - I don't think anything.

Sorry.

It was either done by him... or by someone else.

So it comes down to motive.

Whose motive are you looking for?

Yours to start with.

Well you're wrong there.

I don't know that yet.

You can't deny that right now you'd be the most interesting person in the case.

Strange that Leif showed no signs of being troubled before.

Why do you say that?

I think he had a lot going for him.

- We're ready now. - Thanks, that's fine.

Can we continue this at headquarters?

When?

That's up to you.

Listen... Take a chance, and give me 48 hours.

- What for?

It so happens that there'll be another murder within a couple of days.

Is it something you may be able to prevent?

I really don't know. It depends what happens.

And I've nothing more to say.

Hopefully you'll have more tomorrow.

Ring me every couple of hours. Would that do?

Goodnight, Jerk. I'll hear from you.

One way or the other.

How about that!

I decided you needed a sandwich.

You said you were going to bed.

I'm betting on Inspector Odd's ability.

Add a kiss from me.

Probably asking too much to win on the home ground this time.

Think he'll take long?

No.

Thanks. Goodnight.

Domare! Domare!!

Domare! Domare!

No.

If it's a fire, tell the brigade to put it out...

...and send me the bill at the end of the month.

- Domare! Wake up! - No, I don't want to.

It says in the paper they found Leif Hagman hanged.

Yes, I know.

Is there anything about Jerk Domare being found near the body?

What on earth do you mean?

Yes, what on earth does one say?

So what does it say?

Police are pursuing a certain line of inquiry.

Those policemen are a clever lot!

They can blow your mind with their cleverness.

Inspector Odd, please!

Thank you for those words.

Hi, it's Domare. Anything on the autopsy?

When does he think it will be?

It occurred to me to ask if you'd taken prints from the typewriter keys?

We borrowed it from Leif Hagman's room for the program.

That's why his mitts are on it.

I'm willing to bet that the typing looks slightly blurred.

I thought so.

If you type with gloves on it comes out slightly blurrier.

no compliments required. It is merely my genius!

I'll ring you in 2 hours old chap.

Goodbye sweetheart!

What about breakfast, old girl?!

It's incomprehensible.

Last night he was just as he always is.

When did you last see him?

During the broadcast.

Why?

So they let you go!

- Hi, Jerk. - Hi.

Hi, Monica.

Hi.

Get a red bag.

This is what's happening.

I've spoken with management

and we go on as if nothing happened.

Holger acts as TOM until further notice.

Looks like he'll be Leif's successor.

Glad you could come.

Well, Jerk, can we see the script?

Ever heard of "stress"?

You'd run the rehearsal for your own funeral.

Misfortune has to be handled.

We can't let nerves get the better of us.

Stay here, Monica!

What's got into everyone today?

Everyone's so upset that I've no script to show you.

Jerk...

Do you think it was suicide?

- Nope! - Why not?

The way the furniture was, the ladder would've...

Cornelius.

Good morning, Inspector.

Yes, I understand.

I can't stand skin on my cocoa.

Take it back.

No matter. It's just as unsuitable.

Yes, I'll let everyone know.

We have to get ourselves ready for a police interrogation at 2 o'clock.

Where did we get to?

I was saying that the way the furniture was, the desk was in the way of the ladder...

...which would have knocked over a vase or a microphone that was sitting there.

That's silly.

It could just as easily not have been hit.

If it wasn't in the way, it would have fallen on the floor, leaving marks.

How do you know there were no marks?

I had an hour before the police came.

So maybe you can tell us who the murderer is.

No, but there are some amongst us who don't seem to feel much loss.

Right?

That's absurd!

Yesterday, people with petty differences and hangups were all working together.

But none of us saw anyone else as the murdering type.

Now there's not a soul we don't suspect.

So why would you suspect me?

No... why indeed would anyone suspect YOU?!

It's nothing to be flippant about!

Can I ask you something about Inger?

Ask away!

How can you?

When you know how hard it is for Leo to hear Inger discussed.

Why do you think it's so hard?

Have you never been in love, Jerk?

Have you?

To which we might add that she only got good roles. No?

What are you getting at?

It occurs to me, that nowadays it's you who's getting them.

You're horrid, horrid, horrid!

Yes, you really are!

Maybe I am...

But so is someone else.

I just wonder who.

The Inger situation is all cleared up.

It would be best for everyone to forget about it.

Start dictating to Monica, or we're all going to be in trouble.

"Even more" trouble, you mean.

You're a nice guy, but bad with words.

That damn Jerk!

You stay out of it.

Why bring it up, when he already knows?

He's a lump of ice.

You should have heard what he said to me.

I must have made her terribly unhappy.

I can't get away from that!

Yes, but Inger certainly had her faults.

Like when she was so horrible to Monica.

Stopped at nothing to break her engagement to Holger.

I believe she wanted Holger for herself..

But tell me...

Why did Monica and Holger break up...

...after Inger was dead?

Who knows?

Maybe she has someone else...

...or HAD.

That girlfriend you were meeting yesterday...

...wasn't Didrik as you want to believe.

I tried to ring you several times.

Sorry, I unplugged the phone.

This is a very interesting building from an architectural point of view.

The facade is completely original right up to the stepped gables

16th century.

Right down to the basement apartment.

It was built on the ruins of an old Franciscan cloister...

and down below...

We know what went on in the cellars of those monks without my saying.

- There you'd find things! - What sort of things?

The monks' "Dungeon of the Dead".

- That sounds interesting. - Not open to the public.

That would've been interesting.

Follow me.

These worthy Franciscan monks were not always in good shape...

Careful, the last step is higher.

"...to work with trowel and brick to build this mighty vault."

Don't touch anything, kids!

The Swedish method of constructing vaults...

...has been proven by their durability.

"Dungeon of the Dead" Damn bullshit!

Few counterparts are still standing, in countries influenced by the Romans.

What are you doing there?

Well now, look at this...!

As you can see, the cellar still has new discoveries.

Everywhere in these ancient walls are skulls and bones from that time.

Also jewellery and cultural objects attract the interest of researchers.

I'll need to report this.

Hey! Give me a hand!

If anyone would like to contribute to the funds for research...

and the cellar's preservation, there's a collection-box on the pillar.

Let's move on.

Nothing can illustrate the medieval cloister world better...

Put that slab back!

Time flies when one goes back in time.

Thanks for your interest. Hope you can find your way out.

I have to close up down here.

Thanks again. Goodbye.

That box is over there on the pillar.

Thanks very much... goodbye.

Hurry up now!

Thank you, thank you. See you again!

- Hi, Monica. - What are you doing here?

I'll come up with you.

To my place? No way!

- I have to... - What are you doing?

Some things I need to find out. And I don't have much time.

What do you want to know?

I'm looking for something.

You're looking for an alibi!

I do also want to be declared innocent.

What are you waiting for?

- Bloody hell! - What've they done?

Where are your valuables?

What if they've stolen...

I doubt it. This is no ordinary burglary.

- Anything missing? - Not that I can see.

- What are you doing? - Ringing the police.

- To say what? - There was a break-in.

- Was the lock broken? - No.

- Was anything stolen? - Not that I can see.

What'll you report? That it's untidy.

Hardly their concern.

I'm scared, Monica.

Scared of what?

For yourself?

Scared that someone will harm you.

Why would they?

Someone who knew about you and Leif.

About Leif?

Did Leif used to stay here?

You keep going on about Leif!

I'm not just being nosy. You can see whoever you like.

May I? May I, Jerk?!

Answer me!

What's got into you?

Windowsills as low as these should be illegal.

What?

It'd be easy to push you out to fall on the street.

Don't you understand the danger?

Let me go. You're hurting my arm.

Leif Hagman was murdered.

I suspect the murderer has reason to fear you.

In what way?

There was a motive to kill Leif.

Maybe he knew too much...

...or did something stupid.

Maybe he held something that was a danger to the murderer.

What sort of thing?

When did you last see Leif?

After the last session.

- Where? - At TV, in his room.

- Did he give you anything/ - No.

- Did you take anything? - No.

Are you quite sure? Why did you hate Leif?

What do you mean?

Answer my question.

Why/ Do you think I...?

You still haven't answered my question!

Go now, Jerk. Just go!

I can't take any more of this.

Go and lie down. I'll wait.

You think...

That the person who was here may come back.

Are you sure that person isn't...

Go and lie down!

What on earth...?!

- Where is he? - He's gone.

- Early riser. - It's not like that.

He thought someone may harm me.

How thoughtful of him!

- You always think the worst. - I see what I see.

Without knowing anything.

Had a lively night, eh?

Holger...

Why do you say you love me?

Because I do.

So why are you so nasty to me?

Why won't you believe what I say?

I'd like nothing more...

But I mean so little to you.

Whose fault's that?

Yes, whose is it?

Speak up!

You push me away like I was a puppy.

I've tried to do without you, but I can't.

I'll do anything to get you back.

Do anything, you say? Holger...

What did you know about Leif and me?

I didn't know anything.

But I suspected.

What were you doing the night Leif was murdered?

Damn... and... blast... it!

Hello.

Forgive me...

For what?

My name's Seren.

And?

Well...

The name that's on the sign downstairs?

Please come in, Mr Syren.

- Seren! - Sorry. Seren.

The poet?

Maybe you read my book from a couple of years ago.

"Blue wings."

Blowings?

"Blue Wings" A collection of short poems.

I don't believe I've had the pleasure. Not my cup of tea.

POISONS and poisoners

So how many books have you written?

8...

and 63 TV shows.

Really?

Maybe it's a silly question, but can I offer you a sandwich?

Yes, thanks.

I mean... that would be nice, thanks.

On the assumption, Mr Seren, that you're here to make me happy?

You should choose your words a little more carefully.

Yes, you play around with words and I play around with murder.

- Slice of sausage? - Yes thanks.

Murder, yes.

The thing is that I found a book that...

What was in the book?

Leif Hagman.

Where did you find it?

Maybe it can lead to something.

That's what we'll find out.

Anyway, we're very grateful.

It was no trouble.

Goodbye.

I can't see why so many people are scared of the police.

We do try to help the public.

- If anything comes up, call me. - Thanks.

Was that it?

Yes, open it. It's locked.

Where Di they get all that from?

Jerk Domare!

In one of his crime novels, he has a cup of cocoa as the murder weapon.

Cup of cocoa?

The detective detects that skin isn't formed when drugs are included.

Something that he'd tried for himself!

He seems obsessed with murder for pleasure.

What?

He seems obsessed with desire for murder.

Yes, he could be fixated on that.

Getting the idea that he'll do the "big experiment."

Any motive yet?

Oh yes.

Leif Hagman was had a multi-faceted personality...

but his literary interests were a surprise.

Don't think I'm blind.

Why did you give up Holger on the boat?

Was it for Leif's sake?

Don't go, Monica. We'll have this out.

What's it to do with you?

I lot more than you'd ever realise.

I was the one he was in love with.

What sort of people are you?

You throw around the word "love" like it was a toothache that'd go away.

What do you know about love?

The difference between "loving" and "having sex"!

I have sex with whoever I want, but with Leif it was something else.

So you can feel something?

Yes, and you're just jealous.

Is that why you killed him, Monica?

Shall we end this now?

- You ordered food, Miss Striid? - Just leave it there.

I was asked to remind you of last month's account.

Well, thank them for that.

Is that all?

Not enough?

- Sorry for the delay, I had to iron it. - It doesn't matter.

To think we were sitting here, just when it was happening.

That's fine. What about the gloves?

I'll see if they've come.

- Jansson! Jansson! - Yes, I'm coming

Have you read Jerk's novel "Cocoa"?

Yes, the things he comes up with!

Look in the cup!

Hello, switch?! Call the police as soon as they can.

Unfortunately, we can't say.

When you're responsible for such a program...

I know, but we have to protect our own...

and Jerk Domare is in a difficult...

It's like this...

Domare's an oddball who only thinks of murder, but wouldn't kill anyone.

I don't think so.

I think you're wrong.

He's just far too calm.

On the other hand you seem nervous... a man with a guilty conscience.

But of course, you don't.

Anyway, why did you come to see me?

Inspector Odd!

Well, hello!

What?

Yes, I have.

Cocoa?

I'll be right over.

Was Jerk Domare in around 2 o'clock?

Yes, he took a beer for himself, as he usually does.

Is he the only one who likes to serve himself?

No. So that's not good for us!

That's right.

Well, thanks for now.

Can't you stop the serial, Didrik, My nerves are shot.

How can we, right in the middle?! Impossible!

Take a seat. Calm down..

He took a beer at 2 o'clock.

But people are coming and going there, all the time.

Go to Domare's place. Take him to Kungsholmen.

He should be at home, writing.

Wait... I'll ring first.

He's home.

So, you're home, working hard?

What, the script's finished?

Yes, a murder method that's fast, efficient, discreet and without a trace.

Golly, it's exciting!

Lasse...

Did you take that cigarette from the table?

So what?

You're dead.

It's this one that's spiked.

Stop pinching my cigarettes!

If you're gonna murder me, let me know.

I promise. Listen, Lasse...

- What is it? - Who's your heir?

- What do you want? - We're from the police.

Fine! he's in there!

Yes, I'm coming.

Greetings, O virtuous noble maiden!

Good heavens!

After two rewarding visits to the cellar.

What's up?

The police were here and took Domare.

I want meatballs for dinner.

They might let him go.

They might, too.

He usually sat inside. Then, while I was in there too...

Come in, boys!

Then, while I was in there too, the police came.

Put them on the table.

Wow... isn't this lovely!

Heavens, all this yummy stuff. Did you win the lottery?

It was your shout last time.

Set the table and I'll get it ready.

You know, boys...

I could be dead now.

At your age...

I took one of Domare's cigarettes and he caught sight of me.

- Would it matter...? - He can sure afford it.

He glared at me and said...

"Not that one, Lasse! It's poisoned."

Then he stubbed it out furiously.

And you knew nothing about it?

Not that one.

There was another one that he put in his test-tube rack.

- You read too much, Lasse. - Too little.

It's insane what Domare can come up with!

8 books and 63 TV programs.

He finished a new TV murder mystery today.

I peeped at the script. Totally insane!

A guy smokes a cigarette that been smeared with some chemical formula, God knows what...

It just needed 5 or 6 puffs and the guy's as dead as a doornail.

Bogus drama, cheap effects.

Appealing to the public's worst instincts...

...hysteria-rousing sensationalism.

Prostituting the written and spoken word.

Cheers!

Cheers!

You sure know a lot of fine words.

That was good!

What did he say when you told him about Leif Hagman's book?

Nothing, until I said where I found it. His eyes narrowed, as he said...

"Say nothing about this..."

"...to anyone at all."

He either knows who the murderer is...

...or else he's the murderer.

No...!

- Gosh, you startled me! - Yes, you can have something!

Did Domare say anything else?

Just that he's have a look in the cellar.

You know I like you very much, Jerk.

Until today, there was a certain reciprocity...

...but you're wasting my time now.

You may be very gifted, but you go too far.

Do you know what my epitaph shall be?

"Here lies the chess player who never attached great importance to chess."

You might as well tell me now.

Tell you about what?

About my childhood on the Norwegian border, or what?

- Why did you do it? - What?

Murder Leif Hagman!

Do you have to come on with the third degree?

Get to the point!

Do you think I'd be so stupid as to kill someone the same way as in the TV show.

I think you're smart enough to figure no one would think you were that dumb.

Why does everyone have to assume one is so smart?

Blame yourself.

And the thing with Rebecca Striid...

I've never tried to kill Rebecca!

You needn't yell. My hearing's good.

Who did the break-in at Monica's?

The same one who tried to murder Rebecca?

- And the motive? - You and your motives!

A murderer is on the loose, desperate, and scared of something.

Let me go, so I can help you.

I don't believe there's a murderer on the loose.

Do you need another body to be convinced?

Why did you want to kill Rebecca?

I've no desire to kill her!

The chocolate was your idea.

As everyone read in the newspaper!

Why did you kill Leif?

Because writing was not enough anymore...

Psychiatrists could explain you, Jerk.

Then I'd be classmate with you.

Want a smoke?

This is like in a movie.

So this is rehearsal.

No thanks, I'll smoke my own.

As you wish.

What sort of poison was in the chocolate?

We're waiting for the lab report.

So you don't know yet if it WAS poisoned.

Do you have any mice left up there?

Give them some of that chocolate.

Do I have to wait for those rats?

I don't know for certain, but I've a feeling about something.

Give me 3 hours.

Just 3 hours.

After all, we were friends, once.

Is there anything sacrosanct to you?

- Yes. - What?

My own thoughts.

As long as they're alive, I know that I'm still living.

You can't argue with your own mind.

It's a small town and I'm well-known. There's no way I can run off.

And your conditions?

If you refrain from watching me...

...in return I'll hand you your murderer.

I am an idiot. I am an idiot!

For the first time this evening, I'm forced to agree with you.

- It's just that... - That it's urgent!

Okay, okay.

- You'll go down in history. - Scram!

You look like a boy-scout sitting there. Bye bye.

Naw...

There's something mystical about it.

Shut up and drink! There's nothing mystical here.

Somehow as I sit here, I see the hearth moving slowly sideways.

You know he hates talk like that... his nerves...

. He's right, nothing else was right.

What should it be then?

When the National Antiquary Office...

...were last here... the tomb was empty.

And now?

Now it seems like...

...hadn't thought of it before...

...that it's full of soil.

Domare.

What is it now? Changed your mind?

The mice were grateful for the chocolate. They're still feeling great.

So Rebecca could fool an old fox like you?!

Damned Lasse...

My housekeeper's pinched all my matches.

So, how could you let yourself be fooled by an hysterical girl?

I know you'd do things differently.

but don't forget the murderer is still out there.

And I still don't like your experiments.

There's no danger in them!

Anyway, shut up about it. It's my hobby, after all.

It's the air I breathe.

Don't for get the wild promise you made!

Goodbye.

I'm here to see you.

Me?

Will you show me where you found that book?

Why?

I don't want to.

What's wrong?

There was blood on the book!

Take this instead.

Feel better now?

I'll lead the way...

There's someone down there.

Call an ambulance. There's been an accident..

Call the CID as well!

He's been poisoned by a cigarette.

Do you have oxygen you can give him on the way?

Yes, we do.

Are you coming in the ambulance, Sir?

No, he stays.

You can go..

Where's the murderer you promised me?

I'm the murderer.

I stuck the cigarette in his mouth...

...but it was intended for me.

Someone had put them on my desk.

Best we continue this discussion at my place.

No... Come this way.

Here's the cigarette.

It was around here that Leif Hagman's book was found.

It's her!

The one who disappeared last summer.

Yuck! !

Phone and say we have a body.

Well, how's it going?!

Listen, Odd, will you do me a favour?

Yes.

Cornelius, the TV producer.

What about him?

Can you ring him in 20 minutes exactly?

Yes.

No.

Yes. Thanks then.

Nobody answers. Should be here by now.

What if something's happened to Jerk.

"What if something's happened to Jerk." You're pathetic, Monica!

I think the illustrious Mr Domare may be getting careless with time.

Maybe Monica's right.

Where the hell can he be?

We heard you the third time, Didrik.

Come in.

- Where the hell have you been? - I'm sorry I'm late.

Cigarette? Genuine home-rolled.

Where's the script?

It couldn't be used anyway.

Couldn't be used?!

Shut up, and I'll explain.

It had already been used, as a try-out... as practice.

Very mysterious.

- Don't want one? They're nice. - No thanks.

You're behaving like this some sort of kids' game!

I'll write a new one tonight.

The chocolate wasn't poisoned.

Have one.

You must have an idea of milieu and motive, so we can prepare while you're writing.

The setting is Gamla Stan...

...in an old house built on the foundations of a Franciscan cloister.

The motive... jealousy, money. Cigarette?

I don't know about the method for the murder yet.

Have one?

It won't be drowning.

It'll be something involving blood.

Write what you want. Just get it done tonight.

Yes... that's the main thing.

It sounds promising.

There is just one essential... that I play a role.

At first, the murderer has suspicion directed at me.

Then he wants to kill me to keep me quiet.

Hullo... Speaking.

Goodbye.

The police have found Inger Brett.

Murdered.

I'm home all evening.

Welcome, Leif Hagman's murderer.

Inger Brett's murderer.

Turn it off!

But Jerk, I never murdered my sister.

I did something crazy, but I did NOT kill her. Jerk!

Leo called from the airport, said Inger was depressed and I had to go there.

I went to the apartment.

I saw him coming out.

- He didn't see me. - Who, Monica?

- He didn't do it. - Who did you see?

Holger.

You know he hated Inger.

She wasn't in the apartment when I came up.

It wasn't as it was meant to be.

There was some blood in the wash-basin.

I cleaned it off.

I don't know what I thought... maybe Holger had...

Jerk... I was panic-stricken.

I left her bag on the quay...

...so it looked like she'd taken her own life.

Leif saw me.

He didn't say anything to anyone.

But to me...

...that I must break off with Holger.

But I didn't kill him!

What is it?

What was that?

Garbage bin. Cheers!

Little Monica...

Why did you have to be here?

You're so sweet!

Did you realise Inger never came with me to the airport?

She was dead then.

Scream... No one will hear you.

I hated her.

She always had to dominate!

She came between Rebecca and me, too.

You'd be happy that Leif is dead.

Things worked out well with Jerk.

The murderer took his own life.

That's what people will think!

Not even the great Jerk Domare could come up with a better solution.

But why are YOU here?!

Jerk...

Monica!!!

Monica!

Monica!!! Monica!

Can he have visitors tomorrow?

Thanks.

He'll be OK.

The little poet... he'll be alright. Great!

I'll never forget this evening.

It's all over now, Elly my pet.

Come and help me, goddammit!

Come on in Domare... We're so glad to see you...

Good evening, again.

You look a wreck!

You got your murderer in the end.

Grab the kids and come on up to tell me about it.

- The kids? - Yes.

Why didn't you ever say anything?

I didn't dare... didn't dare...

I was just a coward.

You... silly billy!

Does it matter now?

It wasn't you.

It wasn't you!

The Murder of Holger Motive: Jealousy

Subtitles by FatPlank for KG