All language subtitles for Wallander.S01E13.Hemligheten.The.Secret

Hi. You're late.
They're waiting in interview room 2.

Shall we get cracking?

Interview with Stefan Lindman.

Also present Klas Gr�stedt.

Erik Gr�ndal has reported you for
assaulting him in his home on the 14th.

-He said it was at around 6 pm. True?
-No.

-Witnesses saw you entering his house.
-It's true that I was there.

I'll be right there.

Because his wife called.

She's withdrawn the charges.
She fell.

Ruptured spleen, two broken ribs,
fractured jaw... She fell downstairs?

How did you get that scar on your arm?

A fishing accident. I was eleven.

-A fishing accident?
-Yes.

-Hi.
-How's he doing?

He's denying it.

Jesus Christ.

-Have we got a name?
-No...

But I bet you it's the boy
who disappeared the other day.

He was dead
before he was thrown down here.

-Are you certain?
-To judge by his injuries, yes.

-Are those strangulation marks?
-Yes. But that's not why he's here.

He was beaten to death
with a hard object...

...and a few hours later dumped here.

And the murder weapon?

Round, hard,
swung forcefully from the right-

-to the back of the head.

-Any traces of the killer?
-He was careful. No prints, nothing.

What's this?

It's probably from where he was killed.

It was caused
by a bracket or a bolt head or...

From the floor, I don't know...

So he lay with his head
against some unknown object.

And whatever it was,
I'd very much like to get hold of it.

-Check if he's the missing boy.
-Johannes?

Exactly.

-Anyone out there still searching?
-A scout club. And the army, of course.

If it's him,
you can send them all home.

How did it go?

Did you tell the truth?
Wouldn't that be for the best?

Where did you disappear off to?

We've got a murder.
An 11 year-old boy.

A recently healed forearm fracture-

-and a large triangular birthmark
on his right thigh.

What about the mark on his forehead?

I don't know, but there's
insulation residue on his body-

-and fibres from a white material,
probably cotton, in the wound.

The killer placed a towel or similar
over his victim's head-

-before delivering
the final blow to the skull.

Right...

-Was the fracture in the right forearm?
-Yes...

Johannes. Lasse Bengtsson's boy.

Broke his arm last autumn.

-Had he been sexually abused?
-Yes.

-Violence?
-He was drugged.

Strangulation
was part of the sexual act.

Maybe he drugged him
before killing him.

Concentrations suggest
he'd been kept drugged.

Suggest? You're not sure?

No, not completely.

-What was the crime scene like?
-Completely clean. Not a trace left.

So the crime scene's clean,
but he leaves traces on the body.

His neck injuries were caused
on at least three occasions.

Probably each time he was raped.

-How do you know each other?
-The pistol club.

-Was it so wise to tag along, then?
-We don't mix socially.

Hi. Linda Wallander, police.

Have you found him?

Lasse, can we come in?

He was just going
to go and play with Petter.

How long did he have Johannes for?

How did he die?
How long did he live? How did he die?

Don't, Lasse.
You're just torturing yourself.

-Did he suffer?
-No, he didn't.

No? He'd been abusing him!

He raped my...
Johannes was just a kid! He can't...

He can't just go round raping kids!

-Why the hell didn't you do anything?
-We did what we could.

I'm going to chop his cock off,
the bastard. I'll kill him, Stefan.

-No one's going to get killed.
-I'll kill that bastard. Kill him!

We walked across
the car park into the woods.

From there to over to those woods?

But then Johannes
wanted something to eat.

So he went that way
and I went over there. It's true.

No, it's not true.

Why did you go into the woods?

To share your booty?

I nicked things too
when I was your age. Was that it?

It's really important
you tell me what happened.

Tell me what happened! Out with it!

We hid the stuff in the woods,
and went back in again.

-But we got done.
-Got done?

-Some bloke saw us.
-Who?

I don't know. He just showed up.

He took Johannes.

-Is there no shot of his face?
-No, I haven't seen one.

Cap, collar turned up...
He's fully aware of the cameras.

-We'll search every damned tape.
-That'll take all night!

Let's start with
his parents' acquaintances.

-Stefan, a word.
-In a minute.

-No, now.
-A minute.

Now.

Shut the door.

Shut the door...

Stefan, you're on leave pending
the results of the internal inquiry.

But it's word against word!

The investigator doesn't believe you.

-He can't bar me without proof.
-It's not my decision.

Then have a word with the old bitch.
I'm needed here.

-You need to speak to someone.
-Yes, you.

You need professional help.

I don't need therapy, I need to work!

I'm the only one Lasse can talk to.

I can't take leave before we've nailed
the shit who raped and killed his son.

For Christ's sake Kurt,
this is important to me.

This case
is no more important than any other.

Stefan, you must see
that it's for your own good.

She's good.

Works only with coppers in crisis.

Rickardsson!

You spoke to some
12 year-old, Petter, didn't you.

No joy there.

Why didn't he tell you
he saw Johannes being abducted?

-Don't, Stefan...
-I did my job.

If you'd done your job properly,
we'd have found Johannes alive!

-Stop it!
-Bloody clown.

What the hell are you playing at?

The first time
we see our "cap man"-

-is when he follows
the boys in when they return.

So we know he sees them
out in the car park.

-Can you get us some coffee?
-Sure.

Here.

-Have you found something?
-I think so.

Call the others.

His first sight of them isn't outside
when they go off to hide the sweets.

He sees them before, inside,
when he's buying cigarettes.

He follows them out, and watches them
go to hide the sweets in the woods.

The man buying the cigarettes
has the same trousers and shoes...

...is the same height...

...and he's buying
the same cigarettes as the "cap man".

He pays by card, we know the time.

So all we have to do is check the till
and we've got us a name.

Good. Thank you, Linda.

-Have you checked the licences?
-He had licences for the lot.

But it looks like
there's a Colt .38 missing.

Found anything else?

Nothing to suggest
that Johannes was murdered here.

There's nothing to suggest
that he was ever here at all.

"Leilee, aged 9, weight 41 kilos.
No visible pubic hair, tight foreskin."

"Compliant, affectionate.
I think he loves me."

It's written on the back.

Hello.

Hello!

Linda Wallander, police.

Rolf Liljeberg. That's you, right?

-I'm looking for Magnus Rhunberg.
-Try at his house.

I have. You spoke to him
the day before yesterday.

How did he seem?

The same as usual, I guess.

-Do you know each other well?
-Not particularly.

Enough to speak to each other
four times the same evening.

I'm helping him build an extension.
We disagreed about the price.

-Are you in the construction business?
-No, I'm just supplementing my pension.

What were you doing on the 11th
between 10 pm and midnight?

Is it too much to ask
what all this is about?

Do you know who this is?

No.

It's Johannes, aged 11.

Magnus abducted him three days ago...

...and we found him
murdered yesterday.

Where were you that night?

I was at my neighbour's house. I spent
the evening, and the night, with her.

Could I have her name?

No problem. Her name's
Britta Holm. She lives over there.

-Thanks.
-Don't mention it.

His neighbour, Britta Holm,
affirms that Rolf arrived at 10 pm.

He was with her all night. He has no
police record, which isn't so strange.

He was a copper in Stockholm.
He retired and moved here 2 years ago.

-What's his track record like?
-Spotless.

Hi, Linda. You know each other.

Roffe has something
that could be of use to us.

Go ahead.

Magnus has a summer cottage.
I forgot to tell you.

I helped him renovate it last spring.

How come you didn't remember that
when we last spoke?

I was in shock.

I couldn't imagine him
murdering a child.

Why didn't you say
you were a cop from the start?

Would that have changed
your opinion of me?

You retired early. Why did you quit?

I realised
there was more to life than work.

Why did you join the force, Linda?

I hate people who kill each other...

...who get away with it
and then can live with themselves.

That was beautiful.

Jesus.

OK... I guess we should go about
finding the hero who shot the pervert.

Magnus was shot with one bullet
in the region of the heart. Here.

And the cupboard's been
cleared of anything of interest.

What's that?

I don't know. Looks like a bullet hole.

We'll take a piece and run a check
on it at the lab. Then we'll know.

Was Johannes in there?

I've checked the room, and there's
nothing to suggest he was killed there.

But I found a hair
that's probably one of his.

I think he was taken from here alive.

Johannes was taken away
from here by car, probably sedated.

He might have been killed in the car.

Nyberg thinks that the mark on his
forehead could be from a metal fitting-

-that was probably part of the car.

We can assume the Magnus
sedated him, lay him in a car-

-drove him to the woods, wrapped
his head in a cloth and killed him.

He then dumped him in the quarry.

Linda, find out what cars
Magnus had access to-

-and see that the case is handed over
to the prosecutor so we can close it.

The only car he had use of
was his Mercedes, and that was clean.

And there was no metal fitting there
that matched Johannes's wound.

Anyway, Nyberg thinks it's too small.

Johannes was killed by a single blow,
and you'd need space to swing.

I reckon that if he was murdered
in a car, it was some kind of van.

OK. Bye.

We'll fix it. Sure, no problem. Bye.

I always call Magnus when I have a
computer problem. He does my website.

Car ads.

You're cousins.

Magnus never said what was on his
mind. An insecure and nervous type.

Is it true he did things with children?

I'm interested in a van.
Do you know if he had access to one?

He borrowed one off me
about a week back.

He needed it for some building project.

-Did he return it?
-No.

Here it is.
The presumed scene of the murder.

-Where do you hide a van?
-In a truck, barn, garage, warehouse...

Hi.

What are you doing here?

-How did it go? Have you arrested him?
-He's dead. Shot.

-Jesus...
-We're going to bring in Lasse.

-Lasse would never have shot him.
-You heard him say he'd kill him.

But that doesn't mean
he'd actually do it.

Do you want something?

Why would Magnus wrap Johannes's
head in cloth before killing him?

He couldn't bring himself
to see his face?

Or to avoid leaving
any traces of blood.

I don't think Magnus would think of
that. He wasn't like that, apparently.

He was insecure, nervous, careless...

Magnus didn't kill Johannes.

He abused the boy.

When Johannes threatens to tell,
he gets scared.

Phones a person he can trust,
who can help him.

This person is methodical.
He's a callous bastard. Calm, careful.

He's the one who drugs Johannes.

He takes him away, covers his face
and beats him to death.

-Cut it out.
-Listen to me.

I don't want to put Lasse through this.

Put Lasse through what? Learning
that he's killed the wrong person?

Magnus Rhunberg raped Johannes!
That's enough, isn't it?

Enough for what? Murder?
Is that what you mean?

I've found a case from 1999.
A murder remarkably like Johannes's.

The same
strangulation marks, same age.

Cause of deathv
a violent blow to the skull.

The killer was a Greger Frankman, but
he's doing life, so he's not our man.

-Were there any possible accomplices?
-No.

We have to plot his movements
minute by minute.

If we haven't managed
to identify him within 24 hours-

-we'll have to go public
with what we know.

These white fibres
probably come from a towel.

And in the 1999 case?

I've just been looking at that.

"Blow to the head."

Let's see...
Nothing here, nothing there...

Here. "Skull fractured."

"No murder weapon found..."

"The edges of the wound are diffuse..."

"Something
might have dampened the blow."

So it could be the same M.O.
A towel.

Theoretically, yes.

Linda! Can I have a word?

What do you know?
Was it Stefan that assaulted Gr�ndal?

I want you to tell me everything.

-You want me to get Stefan sent down.
-I want you to help him.

-Really?
-I think he's burnt out.

If you're so clued up on his problem,
why don't you talk to him?

-He needs professional help.
-No. He needs someone to listen to him.

He'll get professional help
if he tells us exactly what happened.

In that case he'll be kicked out.

-Is it that serious?
-Yes.

We'll be taking from him the only thing
that means anything to him. His job.

You know, Johannes
was born two months premature.

Weighed just 3.3 pounds.

He was so tiny.

Had such tiny hands. Couldn't
even get his fingers round mine.

Hi. I'd like to exchange a few words
with you down at the station.

-Hold up. What the hell's going on?
-I want to speak to Lasse.

-What about?
-About the murder of Magnus Rhunberg.

For Christ's sake, Kurt...

Rickardsson...

-You...!
-Stefan!

Cool it, Stefan. I'll go. I'll go.

Greger, you're doing life.
You've got nothing to lose.

You can read the inquiry.

I have and I'm impressed. Really.

You sat in custody for 8 months
without saying a word.

That's very uncommon.
Few people have that kind of mind.

It's usually because they're covering
for someone. A child, a friend...

...an accomplice.

Has this got anything to do with
that boy murdered in Ystad?

Do you think
it could be the same killer?

They've already checked me out.

Some idiot
thought I could've jumped parole.

Sneaked away. Killed another one!

-Did you have an accomplice?
-No. I'm innocent.

It said in the inquiry
that you're attracted to young boys.

I'm not proud of what I am,
but I'm no killer.

They found no weapon,
no murder scene.

The entire inquiry
is just fabricated bollocks.

All they had was circumstantial
evidence from an anonymous tip-off.

And that I didn't have an alibi.

If you're innocent,
you shouldn't be here.

That's irrelevant.

It took just 3 hours after my arrival
for my conviction to get round.

"Public document", said the screws.

Do you think they intervened
when my "fellow inmates" laid into me?

No. That's why I'm here.

That's why I've been sent down
for a murder I didn't commit.

I have a weakness that you despise,
so why not make me a murderer too?

They leave me in peace now.
I'm serving my time in solitary.

I've been there for seven years.

I'm deprived of human dignity,
but I'm spared the animals in Block 3.

I'm not one of them.

You can come back
when you believe me.

Do you know this man?

Magnus Rhunberg.
He was involved in the Ystad killing.

The similarities between murders
can't be just a coincidence.

I came because
I thought you had an accomplice.

The same one who helped Magnus.

If I find him, you'll walk free.

We'll be a little longer.

"Was" involved?

He's dead. He was shot.

-Rolf Liljeberg. Know him?
-Yes. He's a good friend.

-Friend?
-He visits me once a month.

How did you get to know each other?

I met Roffe at a club in Bangkok.

-What kind of club?
-One that offers sexual services.

Boys, children... For money.

I understand
you know Greger Frankman.

He's doing time
for killing a boy in 1999.

He's doing life.

He's put your name
on his visitors' list.

In fact, your name
is the only one on it.

He's a paedophile.
Like Magnus Rhunberg was.

You keep close company
with paedophiles.

Paedophiles
and lots of other criminals.

I was a policeman for over 30 years.

Greger was arrested
after an anonymous tip-off.

Whoever it was
wanted to protect Magnus.

And given that you know both,
maybe you can help us find him.

Of course. If someone comes to mind
I'll be in touch, you know that.

Good.

-Hello, there.
-May I come in?

I'm just off to bed. I'm tired.

-Another time.
-What have you got on Lasse?

If Kurt hadn't been there,
I would've brained him. The disrespect!

-We must interview him, you know that.
-He's in for murder. What've you got?

I can't talk to you about it.

No, right...

Stefan! Come on...

Just one glass.
And then it's the sofa for you.

I'm already on the sofa.

-How long have we worked together?
-You know very well how long.

I've never felt so alone
in all my life.

I can't do a damn thing.

I don't know anyone
but you, Linda. Not really.

I know.

Did Johannes go with you
to the pistol club?

Did Magnus and Johannes
ever speak to each other?

At times, I guess.

When did it first strike you that
Magnus could have killed Johannes?

Was there something warped
about his interest in Johannes?

Something odd about his attentions?

Did you feel he came too close or was
a bit too pushy, a bit too interested?

That there was some kind of
lust or something in his eyes?

-Do you have any children?
-A daughter. She's grown up.

No. She's eleven.

And a man rapes and strangles her.

You'll never again see her laugh,
never again be able to comfort her-

-because this man couldn't keep
his perverted urges under control.

Because he dumped her in the woods...

...like some tubful of shit,
when he's done with her.

Wouldn't you like to see that man dead?

Yes, but I wouldn't kill him.

Are you sure about that?

You were at home, alone...

...at the time of Magnus's murder.

Stefan called by.

-At what time?
-Half one.

-When did you call?
-Around one.

-Why did you call?
-Because I was depressed.

How do you feel now?

OK, given that Magnus has been shot.

-It won't give you your son back.
-No, but it gives me peace of mind.

How do you know he was shot?

We're the only ones who know that.
There's been nothing in the papers.

-What are you going to do?
-I've a motive but no scene, no weapon.

I need that before I bring him in.

-Why? You just have to haul him in.
-Just? Roffe's a cop. Or was.

He knows the procedures.

-What's his surname?
-Liljeberg.

Jesus...

What have you done to your shoulder?

Break the bastard. Rip apart his alibi.
Talk to his neighbour. She's lying.

Destroy his world.
Tell her what a bastard he is.

Are you all right, Stefan?

You get me for him, Linda. Me for him.

What are you talking about?

-He knew Magnus.
-Who?

-Get Roffe.
-Do you know Roffe?

My dad knew him.

-Where are you off to?
-I have to go.

What do you know about Roffe?

Don't touch me. Don't you touch me!

-Rolf was here all day, and slept over.
-Are you in a relationship?

When did you go to bed?

Half past nine.

When did you fall asleep?

I don't actually remember.

Do you know a Magnus Rhunberg?

Yes. Roffe's friend who was found dead.

You know that he'd been involved
in an 11 year-old boy's murder?

We think he got help
disposing of the body.

Since Roffe knew him,
I have to check his alibi again.

Roffe would never have done
something like that. I'm sure of it.

-He's got a big heart.
-Good.

So maybe you can help me
cross his name off the list.

He...

He went away somewhere
that night at around half ten.

-Did he say where?
-It was to do with a car he'd borrowed.

-What car?
-Some kind of van.

Do you remember what it looked like?

Only that it was red.

-Why did he want to borrow a van?
-To buy stuff for the attic.

I'm renovating. Or rather, Roffe is.

-Do you have a receipt for it?
-Yes.

-Can I see it?
-Yes, of course.

Here.

Thanks.

-Insulation?
-We're insulating it for the winter.

It's rather a lot.
Was there room for it all?

-Roffe unbolted the seats.
-And put them back afterwards?

The following morning.

Do you know where the van is now?

He's returned it to the owner,
but I don't know who it was.

-How did he get the seats out?
-He's got some spanners in the garage.

What a lot of tools.

There's one missing.
Could that be what he used?

I don't know.

Do you know where it is?

I've got no idea.

Stefan?

What do you know about
Magnus Rhunberg's murder?

I know you suspect Lasse of it.

What were you doing at Lasse's place
an hour after Magnus was killed?

He called, I went over.

-Why?
-Because his son had been murdered!

-Did you clean up after Lasse?
-What are you talking about?

The room was so clean, it must've been
done by someone who knew his stuff.

Were you the one who did it?

Kurt, please.
Turn a blind eye just this once.

-I'll tell you all I know, goddamn it!
-What the hell are you saying?

Johannes was raped,
the guy's dead, case closed.

I know Lasse's your friend.

I understand you want to protect him.

But it'll only backfire on you.

Tell me everything you know, damn you!

You're a policeman, Kurt.
Find out for yourself.

lnterview with Rolf Liljeberg.

Officers present,
Linda Wallander and Johan Svartman.

Why did you lie? You said you were
with Britta all night, but you weren't.

You went away at 10.30 pm. Why?

-Did Britta say that?
-She said someone needed the van.

-Who was that?
-She's wrong.

You drove off in a red van.
Isn't that so?

If you've got this information
using the correct witness procedures-

-I'm entitled to read it.

I'd like to read the report
before I answer you.

You recorded the interview, I hope.
Otherwise you could claim anything.

I'll get you a copy.

I think you should
concentrate on interviewing me-

-instead of sitting there speculating.

The same day, you removed
the seats from the van to go shopping.

I've got the receipt
from the DlY store.

Building material, yes.

What tool did you use
to unbolt the seats?

-A monkey wrench.
-A box spanner.

It was a monkey wrench.
And I never went anywhere that evening.

-Who lent you the van?
-Magnus Rhunberg.

-Where is it now?
-I gave it back.

When?

I got up early, put the seats back,
and was at his place at about nine.

-Was he in?
-No, so I parked it outside his house.

I put the keys in his letterbox
and caught the bus home.

I've still got the ticket...

Were you the one who tipped off
the police about Greger Frankman?

The similarity between that murder
and the murder of Johannes is striking.

You scratch the surface
and beat your breast.

The worst kind, Linda.

The worst kind of policemen are
those who can't see the whole picture-

-because they're so obsessed
with confirming their own theory.

Do you like children? Little boys?
Are you attracted to them?

Turn off the camera.

You know I can't do that.

Turn off the camera and dismiss your
colleague, and I'll tell you something.

Johan, can you leave us for a while?

So... Magnus Rhunberg
abused children for years.

He was a member of a paedophile cell-

-that was part of a larger coordinated
network that stretched across Europe.

Magnus was my contact.
We met on a trip and became friends.

I won his confidence.

Why haven't you said so until now?

This is a shady business that gets
results. We want to avoid problems.

One problem would be
if my name came up in a murder inquiry.

If the men I'm tracking found out
that I'm not who I make out to be...

...it would get out and all the work
we've put into this would be wasted.

"We"?

Who else knows about this?

Well?

It's true. The national CID
confirms that Roffe's an infiltrator.

He's currently charting
an international paedophile ring.

Roffe's alibi doesn't hold.

The van is the likely mode of transport
and the murder site. If we find it...

You have one unrecorded
interview with a neighbour.

-We've spoken to...
-We don't speak to, we interview.

We've got nothing on him.

How come he knows two paedophiles-

-who are both linked
to two obviously similar murders?

-The similarities are there...
-Are they obviously similar?

The strangle-holds are.

-The cause of death wasn't strangling.
-No, a blow to the base of the skull.

And how does this
link Roffe to the murders?

He knows both Magnus and Greger...

It's part of his job.

In both cases, the killer placed
a towel over the victim's head.

We can't confirm that, I'm afraid.

This is a conclusion you draw after
a chat with a killer who's doing life?

Who has every reason
in the world to convince you-

-that he's inside for
a murder committed by someone else.

I have a meeting to go to.

-Hello.
-Hi.

Maybe we can go and sit down.
I'd like to apologise for all this.

It's OK. She's just doing her job.

But you understand I want this over
as quickly and discreetly as possible.

I'll read this and mark everything
that might jeopardise our work.

-You don't mind sitting in here?
-Of course not.

Linda!
Glad you could make it. Take a seat.

You don't want to root around in this,
for fear of treading on the CID's toes.

Can you sit?

Have you had contact with Stefan
since he went on leave?

Have you had contact with Stefan
since he went on leave? Answer me!

Of course I have, he's my friend.
We mix socially, you know that.

-Have you told him about the inquiry?
-No, I haven't.

No!

I don't want you
to have any contact with him at all.

I think he might be mixed up in this.

I think he's covering for Lasse.

I don't want you to have contact
with him during the inquiry.

No problem.

But...

Dad, can I tell you something without
you interrupting me the whole time?

Go ahead.

Remember when I asked Roffe why
he'd not mentioned Magnus's cottage?

Remember what he said?

That he was shocked
at the idea of Magnus killing a child.

And that's why he said nothing.
He's a cop, for God's sake!

His job was to run Magnus in
because he knew he abused children.

Would he be shocked? No! He needed
time because we were onto Magnus.

So he goes to the house,
shoots Magnus-

-clears the house of child pornography-

-to get rid of evidence
that could lead to himself.

Or perhaps he was doing his job,
and did what the CID expected of him.

Was there anything else?

-Hi, Roffe. Have you got a minute?
-Sure.

Just a quick chat.

When you renovated
Magnus's summer cottage-

-did you see what
was there in his files?

His collection. Photos of children.

When the killer shot Magnus,
why did he take the photos?

If I was to kill Magnus
because I hated him so much-

-I'd take the photos
to show the world what he was like.

Maybe the killer
wanted to protect the children.

To spare them being
subjected to an investigation.

Maybe it was someone special
he wanted to protect. A son.

Oh, yes...

-This Stefan Lindman, who is he?
-He's on leave.

-Why?
-Burnout.

Because of this inquiry?

You didn't tell Linda that you
knew Magnus had a summer cottage.

And that you couldn't imagine
Magnus abusing children.

No, I said
I couldn't imagine him killing a child.

But you said you were shocked.

He wasn't a killer in my eyes.

No...

-What was he in your eyes?
-Weak.

He fooled himself about
why he did what he did.

-How?
-By legitimising his actions.

It boils down to
an abnormal urge that they cultivate.

One way of doing this
is to build a network.

Magnus saw himself
as the children's great benefactor.

He gave them money, food, love...

He said
it was the children who seduced him.

That's typical.

"We want to be seduced."

It's a way of avoiding responsibility.

You see, Kurt, the sexual urge always
finds a way to dodge the conscience.

And you, Roffe? How do you do it?

-How do I do what...?
-How do you dodge your conscience?

I work. I do my bit.

And you, Kurt. How about you?

Hi, Stefan. Don't you recognise me?

My name's come up in the inquiry.

But you haven't
come to find me. Why not?

I feel upset and disappointed.

Sit. Sit!

Did you kill Johannes?
Did you kill Johannes?

-Did you kill Johannes?
-You're bleeding, Stefan.

Answer me,
or I'll blow your head off you cunt!

-Out with it!
-You're bleeding, Stefan.

What will you do with me
once I've told you?

I'll take you to Linda.
Talk, you pig!

-Are you going to kill me too?
-You bet I will.

You'll have to, because I'm not
going to tell you a bloody thing.

Shoot. Shoot, blow my head off. Shoot!

You fucking pig.

Your life will become
so pointless once you've fired.

-Shut up, pig.
-What would you achieve?

I know what you're thinking.

If you get a confession,
you'll get peace of mind, forgiveness.

-Get some pride back...
-I'll blow your head off!

-Shut up or I'll blow your head off!
-You're no murderer.

The house reeks of panic.

You forgot to clean up after you.
That means you lost control.

You're no killer,
you lose your self-control.

You must learn
to live with your mistakes.

What you did to me, was that a mistake?

-Was that a mistake?
-Nothing happened.

Answer me.

-I was protecting you.
-Was it a mistake? Was it a mistake?!

Get those who deserve it. You can't
touch me anyway, you know that.

-I've seen the photo.
-Which photo?

-Have you got it?
-You admit there's a photo.

-So it happened.
-Nothing happened.

Shut up!
This is doing my head in. Shut up!

What has
become of you, Stefan? Poor boy.

I thought you'd handle it,
not end up like your father.

I took care of you, listened to you.

Protected you from him...

Give me the photo,
and I'll give you the gun and bullet.

Give me the photo, and I'll help you.

I saw you leave Magnus's house.
How the hell did you know it was him?

I checked the CCTV tapes.

He shot you through the shoulder.

The bullet passed straight through
into the wall. There's blood on it.

I removed it from the wall.
Only you and I will know what happened.

Shut up,
you twisted pervert, I can't take it...

It'll be our little secret. No one else
will know that you killed Magnus...

If you give me the photo.

-I'm going to get you.
-No one's ever got close to it.

You think you'll succeed? A murderer?
Who'll take your word for it? Eh?

Give me the photo
and I'll get you out of this.

No, not this time.
You won't get away with it this time.

Shoot me, then. Go on, shoot.

So kill me. Kill!

Stop. Please stop. No more.

-Why, Stefan. Can't you do it?
-Stop it.

You're all washed up.

No one's going
to believe you when I'm done with you.

Why are you making
things so difficult? Why?

Stefan, for Christ's sake stop!

Stop! Stefan, for Christ's sake!

I'll take care of you.
I'll take care of you, you poor thing.

What is it? A nail?

Shit.

I've got to get you to hospital.

A fishing accident. A fishing accident.

Do you hear me?
You cut yourself on the gutting knife.

Give me the gun, Stefan.

Your father is irresponsible, Stefan.
He doesn't give a shit about you.

Leaving a weapon
lying around unattended like that.

I care about you.

Are you going to kill me? Eh?

I'm the only one who cares
about you. The only one who cares...

Stefan!

-Yes?
-Haven't you gone home yet?

Home to what?

The gunpowder residue
I found in the filing cabinet.

It was the same sort of ammunition
that was in Rhunberg's gun cabinet.

-Which was missing a weapon.
-Yes.

Right...

Know what I think? I think that
first the killer was at Magnus's.

Then they went to the cottage together.

He has his pistol hidden
in the filing cabinet.

He takes it out, fires.
The bullet hits the wall.

The killer shoots Magnus,
cleans up, empties the files...

...prises the bullet
from the wall and runs off.

He's certainly done
an exemplary job of cleaning up.

But he must have missed something...

It's that feeling,
when all the pieces fall into place-

-and the killer starts to materialise,
that makes you want to carry on.

Blood.

-We'll have to match it with Lasse's.
-But he's not wounded.

No.

Then we'll have to bring in Stefan.

It was blood.

-Linda, do nothing stupid.
-Call me when you've got something.

What the fuck have you done? Fuck!

For fuck's sake, wake up!

Don't leave me.

Don't leave me.

-How did you get that scar on your arm?
-A fishing accident. I was eleven.

-A fishing accident?
-Yes.

His wife said
you'd said you'd brain him.

Well then he made her say that.

-Stefan has taken his own life.
-I know.

The blood in the summer cottage...

We found some things.

It was Stefan who killed Magnus.

Stefan knew
some things about the inquiry...

...that he shouldn't have.
Unless someone told him.

What does it matter now?

Did you know
that Stefan had killed Magnus?

You should have talked to him.

You can stop defending him.
He let us down.

You let him down
when you chose not to talk to him.

Stefan was a time bomb.

He couldn't cope with the job.

He couldn't handle police work.

I should have realised long ago.

Linda, I want you
to lay all your cards on the table...

...and tell me about
Stefan's private investigation.

That would
make you feel good, wouldn't it.

The insight
that you're so damn strong yourself.

That you can stand up
to the shit that broke Stefan.

You haven't lost it
and killed some paedophile.

You haven't blown your head off.

Have you been raped? No.
Have you been abused?

It's so bloody tragic, Dad,
that I have to point this out to you.

Yes, it's Stefan. He's just eleven.

He tried to talk to you, Dad.

He really tried,
but you didn't want to listen-

-as you thought it was just the same
banal crap that's always plagued you.

Do you really think Stefan would have
killed a man for something like that?

This is probably my last case.

The murder of Johannes.

The case that drove Stefan to suicide.

Every time I think of Stefan,
I'll think about...

Did he kill the right murderer?

Or is he still out there,
the man who killed Johannes?

Is he?

The van.

We have to find the van.

Hi, Linda. Call me when you get this.

We miss you.

I miss you.

Bye.

It's arrived.

Good.

-It's the same?
-Yeah, but white.

Open up for me, will you, Svartman?

Thank you.

OK...let's just put it down here.

It's a good match.

Hi, it's me. I've found the van.

Where are you?
Look, don't move. I'll be right there.

The van. Linda's found the van.

-Hi.
-Hi.

I was just wondering if you
wanted some coffee before you go.

Yes, please.

No, you don't!

Drink it all up.
There you go. Good boy...

And the last few drops... There.

You're going to feel sleepy,
and then you'll fall asleep.

And when you wake up,
everything will be back to normal.

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

Oh, shit!

You killed him, you bastard!

I had to.

The mistakes I've made are nothing
compared to what I've achieved.

Every time I've given in to the urge,
I've sent down ten paedophiles.

I'm needed, Linda.

Look at this. Look at this!

It's Stefan I'm talking about.
Look at it, damn you!

What have you done?

I'll take care of you...

...you poor thing.

I'll take care of you...

Don't do it, Linda.
If you kill him, we lose again.

That's what he wants.

Don't let him escape again.

I loved him.