All language subtitles for Wallander (Sweden) EP 06 - Mastermind (moviesbyrizzo upload)

I don't know, maybe someone thinks
that petrol's got too expensive.

No more than half an hour...
But there's nothing urgent, is there?

A human head?

Send Martinson.

He's not here either.
He's probably overslept.

Running around
looking for a pair of matching socks.

Linda and Stefan will have to go.

Kurt? You still haven't contributed to
the present for Martinson's daughter.

If you don't pay,
you can't put your name on her card.

Thanks.

It's OK if the battery's not dead
before you've finished.

Well, anyway...

...I just came to see
what was wrong with the pump.

It was then that... I saw over here...

In by the log there...

- Shall we call Nyberg and the team?
- No. I'll take it.

No, I will.

Come on, Stefan, catch!

Come on...

OK. This is yours.

It was just a shop dummy. Who knows?
Maybe some joker. I'll call later.

- Bye.
- What did Daddy want?

He wondered what was funny
about a doll's head.

So do I.

- Are you still in a mood?
- No, why would I be in a mood?

2824, are you still
in the Sj�bo area?

2824 here, we're on our way home.

We've had a call about a domestic in
Sj�bo and we've no other car around.

We're onto it.

Linda Wallander, Ystad police.

We've had a report on a domestic fight.

You'll wake Gunnar up.
He's just dropped off.

- Is Gunnar your husband?
- My cat.

- And your husband?
- He's been dead 10 years. Goodbye.

- Who reported it?
- The neighbour above.

I'll take it.

Stefan here... Hello?

Hello?

Hello?

Hello...?

Hi. I've just got here.
What a morning. I'm so angry!

I'm also late.
Have you talked to the neighbours?

- I haven't had time.
- We'll start there.

Who found her?

- Linda...
- Yes?

Ah... - Hi.

OK. So at 9.23 a.m. Britta Nystr�m
reports a fight in the flat below.

- Do you know who lives there?
- An old widow and her cat.

- When did it happen?
- 9.45. So was it her that called?

The call was at least made
from this flat.

This must have taken
longer than 20 minutes.

Someone had a lot of time here.
The ceiling hook's been changed.

The question is how she died.

And if it was here that she died.

It seems so clean...

Nyberg, send in everything you find.
I mean everything.

- Don't I always?
- How the hell should I know that?

What a morning.
I should've stayed in bed.

First, I couldn't find the keys.

Which were in the key cupboard,
like last time?

No. I've looked everywhere.
They've gone!

Shall we start? Britta Nystr�m...
What have we got on her?

She's 55 years old, unmarried, worked
as a midwife, no children of her own.

Hi.

- Any relatives?
- No, she was an only child.

Her parents aren't alive.

Being late is nothing you talk about
at the police academy, then?

Martinson, what have you got?

We talked to some kids.

They'd not seen anything unusual.
Gardeners, winos, a resident or two...

- And a post van.
- Yes, the postman.

When we knocked on the widow's door,
a postman was there delivering post.

Maybe he saw something.

Note that. - Stefan,
continue talking to the neighbours.

Martinson, call forensics. Tell them to
hurry as I'm waiting for their results.

I'll call them at half past.

So let's reconvene at 4.00 p.m.
On time.

And then my tyres
had been slashed. All four.

- Were your tyres slashed?
- Three months old. Bloody vandals.

Someone siphoned my petrol
this morning. We were both held up.

Is that the police? They're
fighting down in the flat below.

- Found anything?
- There's something odd here. Listen.

Forensics called.
Britta Nystr�m died from loss of blood.

Loss of blood?
That's a bit strange.

There wasn't a trace of blood anywhere.

- Had they a theory about her death?
- Not yet. She died just before 8 a.m.

Over an hour before we got the call?

- Maybe the killer himself made the call?
- In which case, he's a she.

They're fighting in the flat below.

You have to come before they
kill each other. Rapsv�gen 21 in Sj�bo.

- Are we looking for a woman?
- Not necessarily.

There's a strange sound here.
A click, right at the end. Listen.

I'm not sure,
but it could come from a dictaphone.

It could be a recording
of the victim's voice-

- which was then played
on her phone an hour later.

- That was nice.
- You can't beat a good swim.

Just what I needed
after a day like this.

Typical to get such a case
on this of all weeks-

- when I've already got
a thousand things to do!

- What do you mean?
- It's Therese's school leaving do.

I've got 100 things to do.
And then this case on top of it all.

Don't you just have to meet her
when she comes out?

Was that all you did when Linda
finished school? You have to have...

...decorated trucks, streamers,
posters, food, booze for 30 people...

You must've held a party?

You haven't got a clue, have you?

Sure, now you come to mention...

- Of course we had some people round...
- You had some people round...

Surely you were there when
your only daughter finished school?

No, I don't think I was.

Where were you?

Good question...

Dad! Dad, look!

- Hi!
- Look what Mum and I found. Well?

- You look great!
- Nice, isn't it.

- Absolutely. Hi!
- Hi!

- Congratulations.
- Thank you.

Christ,
haven't they done the tyres?

- Have you been swimming?
- We took an evening dip.

- Was the water nice?
- Nice and wet.

- Do you know why they haven't come?
- No.

- Are you coming to my leaving do?
- Sure, if you study in Lund!

Dad, have you been on about that again?

- Won't you come in for a coffee?
- Not today, I'm in a hurry.

You're always in a hurry these days!
Have you met someone?

- See you.
- Bye.

- Have you spoken to him?
- They're just on their way out.

- How does it look?
- You'd better see for yourself.

I'll start off, and then you take over.
OK?

A nightmare situation has arisen...

...that has struck
Martinson and his family.

And just like you,
I feel grief, anger, rage...

But our emotions mustn't take over.
We must treat this case like any other.

Any questions?

- Where are Martinson and his wife?
- With Elisabeth's mother.

Who would do something like this?

Exactly what's behind all this
we can never know, Ebba.

But it's very likely that
Therese has been murdered.

We won't know until we find her body.

We just mustn't waste any time,
as he'll get too much of a head start.

Linda, Stefan, Nyberg,
the conference room.

- Nyberg... What has your team found?
- Nothing yet.

We've found no finger or footprints
from anyone outside the family.

This may be a stupid question,
but shouldn't Martinson have woken up?

Their bedrooms are beside each other.

Maybe they had earplugs in.

Hi.

Sorry I'm... late.

Sorry, but what are we waiting for?

I said, what are we waiting for?

What the hell are we waiting for?!

We're waiting for... you to leave
the room so that we can continue.

Leave the room?
What do you mean? I'm needed here.

Janne, I think Elisabeth
needs you more than we.

I'm going to nail that bastard.
- Not even you can stop me!

OK...

There was no damage to the door.

- So the killer must've taken your keys.
- Lf it was locked.

Of course it was locked.

Why did neither
Elisabeth nor you wake up?

- Do you take sleeping pills?
- No.

It's a bit odd if your rooms
share a wall and no one woke up.

What does it matter if...

...I think it's weird or strange
or if something's wrong...

I don't know what's happened.

All that I...
I mean, what are you saying?

Do you think...

Do you think it's me that's done this?

Is that what you think?

Come on, I'll drive you to Elisabeth.

Ann-Britt... What the hell
is Martinson doing here?

Can I have a word?

How can we conduct an investigation
with Martinson here?

- He shouldn't be here.
- We either focus on him or the killer.

It's one or the other.

Sorry, Kurt Wallander.

Yes... I see.

OK... Yes. Thank you.

- Who was it?
- Forensics.

It wasn't Therese's blood...

...it was Britta Nystr�m's.

Here you can see the marks
from the rope she was hanged from.

It cut all the way to the bone
from the weight of the body.

He must've been a strong bastard
to hang up such a large body.

Either that,
or he used some kind of winch.

But the most interesting thing is this.

I don't quite know what I'm looking at.

It's not easy to spot. Look closely-

- and you'll see something
wrong with this mole.

- Oh, Jesus.
- Here we have the cause of death.

A hole, made with impressive precision-

- if you want to
drain someone's blood efficiently.

Which is what he probably did...

...with one of these.

How much blood was drained?

All of it.

How can you drain all someone's blood?

There's only one way.
To keep your victim alive throughout.

So that the heart keeps on pumping
until it's pumped itself dry.

And then she died.

How long would that take?

It varies.

Up to half an hour.

- Give my best to Martinson.
- I will. Thank you.

What about friends?
Does she have a best friend?

Or someone else
who knows something?

Does she have a boyfriend?

No thanks, I have to get back.

If you think of something
that can help our investigations...

...or if you just need to talk,
you know you just have to call.

- Goodbye.
- Goodbye.

I knew something like this
would happen.

Haven't I always said
it's just a matter of time?

And now here we are...

...without our daughter.

Just because
you wouldn't listen to me.

Do you hear me?

You wouldn't listen to me.

What do you mean?
Is it my fault, or what?

It speaks for itself.

When you hunt psychopaths all day, it's
no surprise that your family gets hurt!

There are so many lunatics out there,
just waiting to get at people like us.

Aren't there? Aren't there?

He drains Nystr�m's blood,
comes here and sprays it around.

And then vanishes with Therese.
Why do that?

If it's a kidnapping, why haven't
they got in touch with their demands?

This is no kidnapping...

...it's something else.

Is Therese Martinson
still alive?

I know it's the wrong picture, but
it's too late to do anything about it.

- I've no time to write an explanation.
- I understand. Bye.

- Rapsv�gen 21? Day before yesterday?
- I need to talk to the postman.

OK, let's see...

Yesterday was Tuesday...
Monday... Odd weeks...

- That was you, wasn't it Pidda?
- No, I swapped with Bj�rn.

Of course.

We have a rota system.

- Bj�rn what?
- Holmberg. We call him Holmenkollen.

Here he is!

- Hi.
- I'm from the police.

Were you the one who delivered
the post to Rapsv�gen last Monday?

Yes I was.

Are you sure? I saw a totally different
postman on the walkway.

The walkway?

Is that strange?

We're never up there.
The letterboxes are downstairs.

So you're never up on the walkways?

Kurt - it was the postman.

Though he wasn't a real one.

- The guy on the walkway?
- We were there at the same time.

The real ones don't use the walkways.
The letterboxes are downstairs.

Do you recall what he looked like?

Stefan, tell the others.
I want an artist, now.

Linda, you won't forget your test?
You're meant to be at the firing range.

Must I run everything here?

- Not now, Ebba. Another time.
- Another time?

Here I am, trying to make things
run smoothly for everyone.

Not even a word of thanks.
"Another time!"

Shit. If we'd got there earlier,
we could've got him.

But he was the one who called,
and could decide when you'd come.

- The artist can be here in 1.5 hours.
- 1.5 hours? Why take so bloody long?!

Ebba here. I've got
the firing range on the line.

When would Linda like to do
her marksmanship test "another time"?

OK, I'll go and do it.

- I'm coming, Ebba.
- Good luck.

Stefan, I'd like you here when
the artist arrives. You saw him too.

Not his face.
My phone just happened to ring then.

- Who was it?
- No idea. It was a wrong number.

Exactly when
the postman walked past?

Do you still have the number?

What the...?

Faur�'s Requiem. That's the CD
I couldn't find yesterday.

Christ, he must have been in my flat!

I thought it odd
that the CD was missing.

I can't understand
that the bastard's been in my flat?

How the hell could he have got in?

Is this what you're looking for?

What the hell...? He's put it back!

He's come round and put it back!

He's...

What?

He took the CD and then put it back!

It's like it's part of one big plan.

Otherwise, why would he record the CD
and use it for his voicemail message?

Let's go down to the station.

Ivan Snivitz
8 YEARS for violence and pimping

Remember Wild Bill Hickock?

Know why he won all his gunfights?

Firstly...

...he was the fastest draw.

But he also put a little extra time
into aiming before he fired. See?

Ear protectors on!

Anyone not ready?

Test commencing!

Well, Linda. Continue like that,
and you might even beat your dad!

- It's Stefan I want to beat.
- Let's see how the rifle test goes.

Any more detectives here?
- Just you then.

Good. Just hold the gun a bit tighter.

Just so as you know,
Stefan got five hits out of six.

What happened?

- Where is she?
- In surgery with serious eye damage...

Wait! You can't go in there!

We're doing all we can
to save her sight.

Come back later
when she's come round.

It was an accident. The gun exploded.
It shouldn't have happened but it did.

An accident?
It was just another piece of his plan.

Don't you see...

...how it all fits?

Kurt, I'm sorry,
but I don't see what Linda's accident-

- has to do with Britta Nystr�m's murder
and Therese. I don't get it.

It's obvious.

Linda saw him.

And just when we were
to get a sketch of him...

...her sight is damaged.
And you won't see that?

Kurt, try not to take
Linda's injury too personally.

I won't take it too personally.

Linda...

Can't you see a connection?

And you don't want to see it.

So let's say it's part of a plan
and not an accident.

Why not me? I saw him too.

- Not his face.
- Because my phone rang.

What did he want? To distract you.

He drains my petrol tank to delay me.

He slashes Martinson's tyres
to delay him.

All this just...

...so that Linda would see him.

He's controlling us like puppets.

- And you won't see it.
- I'm sorry, but no.

And besides,
I feel like I'm being watched myself.

- Watched?
- Yes.

No one else?

Sit the hell down! Sit!

We've just got a tip-off about
a post van hidden under a tarpaulin.

- Where?
- Out by Svenstorp.

- How many of us are there?
- Eight. Nine with you.

Who the hell put this in my keyboard?

- Who the hell put this in my keyboard?
- Kurt, we can...

Shut it, Ann-Britt. - I want to know
who put this in my keyboard!

If not one of you,
it means he's here amongst us.

Who put it there?
Who the hell put it in my keyboard?!

- Kurt, enough.
- Here's here amongst us.

Oy, you!
Did you put this in my keyboard?

- Sorry?
- Sorry?! Answer me!

Have you been in my office?
Did you stick this in my keyboard?!

Answer me, damn you!

- Kurt, wait...!
- Take it easy...

Come on, come here...

- You OK?
- Sure.

- Hi.
- Back already?

She's still sleeping,
and will be for another two hours.

I thought I might just sit with her
a little while... Just a little while.

Thanks.

Her operation went as well as expected.

What does that mean?

She'll have impaired vision in one eye.

But she could've been left
totally blind.

And the bandage?

It has to stay on
until the eyes have healed.

Until then, they're sensitive to light.

- Just call for me if you want anything.
- Thanks.

Linda...? Linda...?

We're going in.

Damn it.

Post van, my arse.

What the hell is that?

What a sick bastard.

You're so hot...

You're so very hot...

So very hot...

Hi. You're a good girl, Linda.

You're such a good girl.

She should be coming round by now.

How is she?

She'll be fine.
You can call for me when she wakes up.

How's it going for you.

You were right.
Some bastard's toying with us.

- So it wasn't a post van?
- No. Just a headless mannequin.

- A headless mannequin?
- Yes.

Does it match the head
you and Linda found?

We'll check it out
as soon as we're done in Svenstorp.

It's a bandage, Linda.
You've just had an operation.

The operation went well.
You're going to be fine.

- Dad...
- I'll call for the nurse.

- It wasn't my fault, Dad, it wasn't.
- I know.

- It was an accident... An accident...
- You should rest, OK?

Over here...

We got a report against Martinson
from an Ivan Snivitz.

- Who's that?
- A car dealer.

He says Martinson threatened him
with a gun, claiming he'd got Therese.

Shit. Shit!

Ragnar �berg
10 YEARS for child murder and abuse

- Who are you?
- Where's Ragnar �berg?

What are you doing here?

Wait!
He doesn't like to be disturbed!

- Martinson! Janne!
- Keep out of this!

- What the hell are you doing?
- Let go of me! He's in there!

The guy who did it is in there!

He's already been punished
more than he deserves.

- Are you Ragnar �berg?
- Yes...

I apologise.

What the hell are you playing at?
This is a police job!

- Not a bloody private investigation.
- Have you finished?

Yes, I've finished.

- Your whole career...
- You think I care about my career?

My 15 shitty years in your shadow
mean damn all!

- Do we have to make it personal?
- Yes. Listen to yourself.

As if you're the only one
with the truth.

It means nothing. Hear me?
Not a damn thing!

No matter how good a cop I am,
it's still me...

...who's lost his daughter.

Me...

...not you.

What do you want me to do?

Imagine what it'd be like
if Linda was gone.

Christ!

- How's it going?
- Apart from Kurt's prints, nothing.

Hi.

Interpol are onto it,
but they've only got her face to go on.

So it could take time.

And the name Thore H. Lackebo?

He apparently gave us the Svenstorp
tip-off. But there is no such person.

He's in our station,
in our private homes.

He's toying with us.

Laughing in our faces. And we
just let ourselves be humiliated.

You were right, Kurt.

Linda's rifle should've been loaded
with these cartridges.

- What's the difference?
- The contents.

Rifle cartridges should contain
rifle powder.

Load them with pistol powder...

...and your rifle explodes.

- So it was loaded with pistol powder.
- No, she would never have lived.

This is a careful blend
of both powders.

It was meant to blind her.
I should've seen it coming.

- Lf you want to go and see Linda, do so.
- OK.

By the way, what shall we do
about the doll's head you found?

Send Svartman for it.

Has any room be secured?

No. We've just managed to cut off
all telephone lines-

- and taken down the monitor cameras.
It seems he's been everywhere.

OK, let's go elsewhere.

- Kurt, is there anything I can do?
- Sure. Come and help solve the case.

OK, this'll have to do.

Let's see. What links all these?

Is there a lowest common denominator?

- All four are women...
- Cops' daughters...

And then there's this:
Thore H. Lackebo.

The non-existent guy.

Yes. Now what the hell's this?

It's Ebba's collection
for Therese's present.

Everyone's signed it except you.

But... why has she stuck it
on the whiteboard?

Shouldn't it play a tune or something?
Wait... That's not much.

The battery's dead.

Let me see...

What the...? "Rathol Obcheek".

It's him!

- It's him!
- Who's Rathol Obcheek?

Don't you see it?
Thore H. Lackebo...

Rathol Obcheek.

- I don't get it.
- Don't you see?

It's an anagram. The same letters,
but in a different order.

He's the one we're looking for.
And he's here at the station.

It's not a cop, at least.

Obcheek...

Where have I seen that name?
Obcheek...?

- The cleaner!
- What cleaner?

The cleaner who I... Yesterday.

- Postman, cleaner... And next time?
- There won't be a next time.

He must've missed something.

Do you think
it occurred to him to wipe here?

Searching...

He was on a one-year temping contract.
Guess when his last day was.

Yesterday? He's been
right in front of our noses for a year-

- and we've noticed nothing.

We've got a hit.

I hung it back up. So?

MATCH
FOUND

Got him!

That name sounds familiar...

- "Rathol" is "Lothar" backwards.
- It's not that.

Nyberg, the Lennarp murders in 1990.

Let's see...

It was one of
my first cases with Martinson...

...and one of the worst I've ever had.
- Jesus Christ.

Bestial.

- This looks just like Therese's room.
- Wait. Is this room secured now?

Can you leave us a moment?

- What language is this?
- It looks like... maybe Yugoslavian.

He fled from Yugoslavia to Sweden,
and when he got here...

...this was the first thing he did.

He got a long sentence, at least.
15 years.

Wasn't this also how this case started?
With a neighbour calling the police?

Like Britta Nystr�m did?

Yes, hang on...
His name was Folke Nystr�m.

Britta Nystr�m's father.

Well, I'll be damned. There's our link!

Britta, Linda, Therese. All daughters
of those who helped put him away.

And then after 15 years he gets out,
hell bent on revenge.

Jan Treiber.

Treiber... Treiber, Treiber...

The key witness was a bank cashier.

We got him thanks to her.

Don't tell me she too has a daughter...

Matilda Rangstr�m.

I'm at the pump... OK. And now?

- Can you see a tree lying in the water?
- Yes.

Look there and call me
when you've found it, OK? Good.

- I'll go and get a coffee. Want one?
- Please.

- Milk and sugar?
- Yes, please.

See you soon. I mean...

It's OK.

Matilda Rangstr�m please.

OK, thanks.

She's forwarding me.

- Linda saw him...
- Linda!

- Just when we were to get a sketch...
- He's not done with Linda!

Shit. The sugar.

That took long.
Your phone rang, but I couldn't get it.

Stefan... Is that you?

I'm Jan Treiber...

...and I'm an ophthalmologist.

- I'll look after you now.
- Good.

So when can I remove the bandage?

In good time, all in good time.
Now I'll just...

...feel around a little.

I don't care if it's visiting time.
Put me through to her ward!

- Does it hurt?
- Just a little.

Does it hurt there? Good, it should do.

Does this hurt?

- What do you think you're doing?
- It's just a routine examination.

- Who are you?
- Jan Treiber, doctor.

Is anyone here?

Is anyone here?!
Where the hell is everyone?!

Ann-Britt, Linda's gone.
She's not here.

Lothar must've got her.
No one saw a bloody thing.

What? Stefan. He's in surgery.
He'll be OK.

The knife just missed the liver.

Lucky? It's not luck, Ann-Britt.

It's part of his plan.
No way is it luck.

Therese?

Here he comes.

Interpol just called. The girl
in the photo is Paulina Kraftzcyk.

- It's his own daughter.
- Was. She died in 1995 aged 13.

- When he was inside. How did she die?
- She hanged herself.

So it's her death he's avenging.

Here's her suicide note.
- You translate.

"Dear Dad. No one here cares about me.
I don't understand anything."

"I've tried but I can't wait for you
and be alone any more."

"Don't be sad, Mum will be with me.
Sorry, Paulina."

- Are you fluent in Yugoslavian?
- Sure.

There's our key.

- Yes?
- Dad, it's me. Linda!

- Check the map.
- What?

- Calm down. What's that?
- Go to the star, grid reference C3.

- What star?
- You must come alone.

Get the map!
- Wait a second Linda...

Do you hear me?
You must come alone.

- What did she say?
- The star, grid reference C3.

- There...
- There.

OK... Whatever happens,
stay in the car until I call for you.

What are you doing here?

Linda's also disappeared.
Remember Lothar Kraftzcyk?

Yes... Yes, I do.

He got Therese to ring you too?

OK, we'll go in. But whatever happens,
we have to stay calm.

- Can I trust you?
- Sure. Come on!

Good. Let's go.

Therese!

Therese! Therese!

Take it easy. Take it easy...

Linda, I'm here. It'll be alright.

My baby! - No!

Lothar...?

Lothar!

Lothar, I know that you can hear me.

What is it you want?
Tell us what the hell it is you want!

Easy now. I just want you to know
how it feels...

...not to be able
to help your daughter.

Oh, dear. She's crying, she's crying.

- We must help her. We must help her.
- Stop it!

- Lothar...
- Oh, dear.

Just tell me
what the hell you want me to do!

Nothing.

When my Paulina died,
you made sure I couldn't help her.

So now...
Now you'll watch them both die.

No!

Lothar, listen to me.

I know you want
to avenge your daughter's death.

But she's alive. Paulina's alive!

She's dead. I know she's dead!

How do you know that?
Because you got a letter telling you?

Paulina, you can come in now.

Want to know the truth, Lothar?
Do you?

The idea
was for you never to find her.

That you'd give up
the very idea of even looking for her.

- But I did, Lothar.
- Dad...

It wasn't meant to be like this.

But when I heard what you'd done,
I didn't want to see you again.

I was frightened you'd find me.

I knew no better. I was a child.
I did wrong. Please forgive me!

Stop the lift!

Please Dad, don't kill any more people!

Wait.

- Janne, don't!
- Stop the lift!

- For Christ's sake, Janne...!
- Shut it!

Let her go!

Not until you open up!

Send her over.

What are you waiting for?

Therese!

It's Dad, for God's sake.

Her face. Show me her face!

Daddy, it's me!

That's not my daughter.

Linda!

- Are you OK? Are you OK?
- Where is he? Where is he?

Jolanta's here.
She'll help you get out.

Do you think you can walk?

Are you OK? Two steps up here...

And then down again...

There's a door here...

Run Linda! Linda! Run!

Linda... Linda!

Whoops. - Is it beautiful?

Is it beautiful? Is it?
Look at us, is it beautiful?

- No!
- Linda... Linda, Linda, Linda!

There, now, Linda, it's me.

It's Daddy... Daddy's here...

It's over. It's all over.

There, there... It's all over.