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Humpty Dumpty sat on a wall, Humpty Dumpty had a great fall

Humpty Dumpty sat on a wall Humpty Dumpty had a great fall

The sun, Pluto, Mars...

You could at least talked to me before you applied.

- Why? - Why?

We have 200 kronor. 200, 225, 225 kronor...

- 250. - 250, 250, 275 kronor.

300! Seal the deal.

It's yours. - Let's move over here...

Now for the rocking chair. Do I hear 200 kronor?

It's a hellish job, you know. Lots of stress... The pay's lousy.

The CID is much more interesting, you say so yourself.

We still have Grandpa's grinder?

Do you want to have a life or just burrow in like a mole

only to come up to the surface 30 years later and wonder where you are?

The next item is this rustic bed. Lots of babies were made in it.

- Do I hear 500? - Four.

A constable can leave work at the office...

Why is it so hard to see things my way?

- And now for the next item... - Damn it, I lost the bed!

- There are lots of beds in there... - I wanted that one.

It'll be perfect for your bedroom once you've moved out.

- Finding a house might take a while. - Then you'd better get moving.

Dad, could you lend me 500?

You can always work a case if you like.

Wake me up when the sermon's over.

Is this pompous crap important to you? Could we turn it off?

- Know what I did last week? - No... Mind the wallpaper.

I took this bag full of evidence from Simrishamn to Malm�.

Further in...

The case had been closed years ago... It's in.

Now lift... But they're thinking of possibly reopening it.

Wake me when the sermon's over.

- Pull it back. - Easy...

- This isn't going to work... - Well...

- What did I tell you? - Let's forget about it.

I don't have the job yet.

No...

No, no, no...

What...?

I'm supposed to pull the red one, then the bomb won't be bad.

Show the lady the note with all the numbers.

Show the lady the note with all the numbers.

- Hurry up, or you'll get cold feet. - Don't worry.

Bye!

Hello there, little buddy... What's your name?

Her name is Gretel.

Gretel...

Sandskogen? That's what the neighbourhood's called.

What's wrong with Elsa's hotel?

I saw this ad for a summer cottage near the ferry boat dock.

It's wintertime, are you going to live there all by yourself?

I can't spend my life in a hotel.

Are you really going to eat that lump of lard?

I had a checkup yesterday. My doctor told me I was in great shape.

- She emphasised the fact. - Good for you.

I'm Henrietta Leike. I called earlier about a withdrawal of 150,000.

I've arranged for everything, could you please check the particulars?

- Hello, G�ran. - Where's the money?

I expect you've heard about Scrooge McDuck and his money baths?

Maggan and I do that too, in the vault after hours.

Are you going to open an account

for the money you make collecting bottles?

Looky here. Look at the bomb!

You're not allowed to scare poor old cashiers, you know...

It's got nitroglycerine and a bunch of wires.

And chemicals. And a detonator. And you...

Right... And if you don't pull the right wire, it blows up.

No screaming! Don't scream!

Eenie, meany, miney, moe Catch an injun by the toe.

If he hollers make him pay...

One, two, three, four...

The Ystad police department, Ebba speaking...

Kurt! Kurt, it's an emergency!

It's an emergency, Kurt!

Yes? Christ... Right. Good.

It's the bank!

Will these telephones be sorted out anytime soon?

- Have the police arrived? - Yes.

Make sure they cordon off the area.

- Do we know who's inside? - No, we don't.

What do we know?

Is the patrol wagon on the way? - Seal off the area.

I see.

- What do we know? - It's a hostage situation.

Can you set up a telephone line?

Oh...

- Should I answer that? - Why?

It could be the police. They might want to talk to you.

This is Kurt Wallander, from the Ystad police. Pass him the phone.

It's for you, G�ran.

At 6:03 pm this place will go sky high. It's going to be a big bang.

Listen to me.

- Do you want money? - Lots of money.

Hang on...

6. 7. 5. 0. 0.

Linda... Could you take a picture?

Gretel!

- What's your birthday? - May 24, 1946.

- Where? - In Stockholm.

You have a Mars-Venus conjunction quadrature...

And there's a Saturn-Pluto conjunction in your birth chart.

That means you've got a volcano in your belly!

Listen... Can I speak to one of the hostages, please?

No, you can't.

- That's "Planets"! - Who the hell is that?

He was in a mental hospital before they closed it.

He's usually a loner. A harmless one.

- What's his real name? - I don't know.

Contact someone at that hospital.

Find out the what his name is.

Is that a real bomb? He might have made it in occupational therapy.

- What do you think, Nyberg? - I think we should be careful.

Get me the name of the person in charge of the mental hospital.

Help me! Help me!

We aren't allowed to help you. We're not in charge, you know.

You have to help us, or it won't work.

- I have the numbers. - The police will get you!

Not if I pull the wire. You have to do as I say!

Officer Linda Wallander. Are you Mikael Sandell?

- Here... - Where's the money?

It's in the other account, G�ran. I've transferred it.

Where is the money? Give it to me!

No!

How does he react under pressure?

If you follow his rules, he's friendly.

Is anyone else in there with him?

Four employees and a woman with a dog.

Hello? - No! No!

- Hello? - I have to go to the bathroom.

I have something more to say.

- That's a no-no... - G�ran? Take it easy.

That's a no-no! You'll have to sleep in the caravan.

Hello... G�ran? Listen, G�ran...

G�ran, an old friend wants to talk to you. Listen to him. Hang on...

This is Dr. Sandell. How are you, G�ran? Are you all right?

- Yes... And you? - I'm fine, too.

- Only this is strange. - That's a natural reaction.

Do you remember when we painted boundaries with water colours?

- Your boundary and mine. - Hold it!

- No! - Come here!

- Sit still. - No!

Henrietta?

You just crossed the line, G�ran.

But if you let the ladies go, I'll make you some ravioli.

He loves ravioli.

At 6:03 the progressive ascendant hits my Jupiter-Mercury conjunction

and the sun, Pluto and Mars trine.

It's the wrong time for bleeding "raveloli"!

He's losing it in there. What the hell are we supposed to do?

Give him the money.

Is that 6.7.5.0.0?

Where's the feather? I forgot which wire to pull. Help me...

I don't want you to get any closer.

- Are you ready to go in? - This will cause trouble.

- They look like Martians. - I'll go in and get the hostages.

The guy is totally unpredictable.

- How can you let him go in? - We're going in.

- Keep the van out of sight. - Damn it!

Hi, G�ran. You look nice. Did you do that war paint yourself?

- Walk slowly towards the exit. - No. They're staying here with me.

They haven't done anything to you, so you shouldn't hurt them either.

Sandell says I'm a nice person.

Sandell told me to stay here and that the ladies should go.

They want to stay here with me.

They're scared, G�ran. That's why they're so quiet.

- I don't want to be here all alone. - Turn off the bomb and come along.

Gisela, won't you stay here with me?

I'm so scared, G�ran. I want to go home.

The bomb looks like spaghetti, there are wires all over the place.

Get your men ready, in case he decides to come out.

Gretel! Gretel!

Gretel... Come here.

- It's the red one. - Take it easy!

The red one... The bomb won't hurt anybody now.

I'm supposed to pull the red one.

Look.

A retarded man wants to transfer money to a foreign account.

Then he blows himself to bits in public. What can you say?

Why 67,500? He could have asked for half a million.

Or five million kronor.

- Let's look into the account. - I'll do it.

Hello, Nyberg... - Nyberg recovered a tattered receipt from the transfer.

- Anything else? - He was such a sweet guy...

You see people wired with bombs all the time on TV.

G�ran didn't watch the news, he played cowboys and lndians.

Then maybe someone sent him to the bank.

Everyone knows who he is.

Why didn't they wire him with a dummy if they wanted him to make it?

- Such a sweet guy... - Svartman, go get some coffee.

- No, I'm fine. - Then go get me a cup.

It could be an execution, murder disguised as a bank robbery.

Why not? Only who would want to kill the village idiot?

Anyone know where he lived? Check out the staff of the hospital.

I want to know who he associated with. And I want to talk to Sandell.

Svartman, could you go and get him?

Okay, let's get moving.

Listen, Linda, I was planning to do this differently, but...

- You can take off that uniform. - Really? Did I get the job?

Kurt, you're going to need all the help you can get.

Thank you.

We're still in the process of moving in.

Could I possibly have some coffee? I'm still a bit rattled.

- Milk, sugar? - Kurt? - Milk.

Bloody piece of crap...

I can't help it, I've got a flair for gadgets.

So G�ran was admitted back in 1979,

when his mother had a stroke. Is his mother still alive?

No, she died six months ago. She had another stroke.

According to the doctors it looked like she had received a head injury.

We were worried that G�ran might have had something to do with it.

That he had struck out without realising his own strength.

But he was never aggressive in a directed sense, you see.

Did he have any contact with siblings or other relatives?

It was just the two of them. The family shunned the mother.

It was an unwanted pregnancy. I believe she had been raped.

Sounds pretty old-fashioned, being shunned for something like that.

Travellers. A kind of Swedish gypsies.

Where did he go when he was released?

They threw him out when they closed the institution.

He lived in a caravan by Lake Kadesj� that belonged to his mother's family.

No one was assigned to check up on him?

Matilda Johansson of Social Services took care of the patients' finances.

I think she was his legal guardian.

He was deemed fit to take care of himself.

- Did you review his case? - I didn't close down the hospital.

Do you know of anyone who would want to harm G�ran?

- Did he look up to anyone? - Sitting Bull.

What's your relationship with Henrietta Leike? Are you involved?

Her husband and I are good friends. He works at the hospital.

May I go now?

- Goodbye - Goodbye.

How about if I treat you to a pizza, Detective?

The account belongs to a private clinic in Copenhagen.

Something seems to be wrong, though. They returned the deposit.

Did G�ran fill out a slip before he approached the cashier?

How do they know who made the transaction?

That usually takes time.

Where are you going?

We're going to check out the caravan Sandell told us about.

- Did I tell you to do that? - No.

Well then...

Check up this address in Copenhagen.

"Make-over"? Do they do plastic surgery?

That's the account the money was transferred to.

Maybe G�ran owed them money.

And he wanted to pay it back before he went to the Happy Hunting Grounds.

They returned the money very quickly. Let's look into it.

The caravan can wait.

He's a good guy. Linda seems to think so too.

They work together, that's all.

That's right, Kurt. You should be a virgin when you get married.

- Isn't Kurt grouchier than usual? - I think he's lonely.

- He's got me. - Kurt needs a woman.

- What do you know about that? - I have the same needs.

I hope that's all you have in common.

- He's a damn good cop. - Yes, he is.

And there are worse dads, believe me.

Linda might have hit on something there.

It could be murder disguised as robbery.

But why such a specific sum?

Someone else sent this guy in there.

Someone he didn't want to let down. People say he was a loner, though...

What kind of a person could be so cruel to a guy like that?

And why? What's the bloody reason?

Good morning.

I'm sorry, I can't help you.

Dr. Leike is the only one who has access to that information.

- Was there a deposit yesterday? - Please step outside.

What are you talking about, what deposits?

- Who are you? - Police officers, from Ystad.

What kind of surgery do you do here?

I'm Eric Leike. I'm a cardiologist and this is my clinic.

If you come over to this side of the desk, we could say hello properly.

Are you related to Henrietta Leike, from Ystad?

Yes, she's my wife. I commute.

- What amount are we talking about? - 67,500 Swedish kronor.

That sounds familiar. Let's see... Right.

I blocked that particular transaction.

I was going through the books and I saw that it wasn't correct.

No remitter was listed.

All our patients are listed in our computer, this is a small clinic.

This particular amount wasn't being billed.

So you returned it without double-checking with your staff?

Like you said, there was no remitter listed.

Is doing the books a part of your job?

I do that here at the clinic, yes. What is this all about?

A man named G�ran Karlsson transferred the money

while he was robbing a bank in Ystad.

We believe there's some connection to you.

I'm sorry, but we don't have a patient by that name here. - Do we?

- We'd like a list of your patients. - That's not possible.

It's classified information, routine hospital procedure.

Who reviews the books in the beginning of the week?

He didn't mention that his wife was at the bank.

Maybe she's keeping secrets.

If you don't tell your husband you were in a hostage situation...

Hello, Kurt. It's Stefan.

Now that was interesting information. Thank you. Talk to you later.

Leike seems to be a busy man.

He's the head surgeon at the hospital and refers patients to his clinic.

- Is that illegal? - No, just unethical.

I wonder what the health authorities would say?

Is he greedy enough to send a retard to the bank for a tiny sum like that?

"The more you have, the more you want".

H�glund!

Are the post-mortems back yet?

His heart was healthy, and he's never had surgery.

He was as sound as a bell. I'll get you a copy.

Drop Leike. It's too far-fetched.

Whoever did this might have wanted us to take a closer look at Leike.

If he can juggle patients like this, he might be capable of other things.

H�glund... Check up on Leike. Everything you can find.

What am I looking for?

- Everything. - All right.

He's not really to blame. There's not enough space at Mariagatan.

- About that summer cottage... - Sandskogen?

It's actually pretty big, and kind of expensive for one person.

You're welcome to move in. I mean, if you're too crowded...

- Roommates, friends... - Yeah.

Yeah...

I might have found something here.

Leike botched an operation, and a young girl died.

Check this out, it could be a lead.

See if her family has been in touch with Leike.

If there have been any threats.

How are things at home?

Well, so-so...

Thanks.

Wasn't G�ran illiterate?

- Sitting Bull wasn't very cheerful. - You could eat off the floors here.

If he made that bomb here, he sure cleaned up.

It's not that strange that people are seduced by this stuff.

No... I'm not going to cry.

Wasn't Kurt supposed to be here?

Hi. Sorry I'm late, I went out for a run this morning.

Seven kilometres. Quite a distance. What set it off?

Nitroglycerine and gunpowder. Look.

It looks like it was made by Wile E. Coyote.

Don't you need a lot of tools for something like this?

This is some primitive bomb...

The caravan was clean. He must have lived somewhere else.

Have you checked out his moped? Anything under the mudguards?

It may be a long shot, but it might tell us where he's been.

- From the caravan. - They could have met anywhere.

- Fingerprints? - On the egg timer. His own.

- What about the war paint? - Nursery school finger paints.

Wasn't that feather red?

Didn't he say something about a red wire? He yelled it out.

No matter which wire he pulled, he would have died.

This person led G�ran to believe he would make it. That's sick.

The killer might have tricked him?

If G�ran had disarmed the bomb, we would have arrested him.

It doesn't matter much.

I'm trying to figure out what he was thinking.

How do we know it's a he?

Who owns the property the caravan is on?

The city, I guess. His mom was moved to a cottage outside city limits.

We don't guess around here.

Go dig up the facts. - See you at lunchtime, Nyberg.

Rubbish! Of course he could read and write.

I was his teacher. But he had poor health.

And the other children weren't very nice to him,

they called him a "tinker". So he hardly went to school at all.

Children can be so cruel.

They get it from the grownups.

Did you ever report that he was truant?

People saw school differently back then.

No one really wanted to have gypsies at school anyway.

I went to see him at the mental hospital.

You could hardly tell it was the same boy.

He didn't recognise me. He was so confused.

It was horrid to see what they had done to the boy.

Did he have anyone? I mean, did he form any attachments?

No, he was the loneliest person I've ever seen.

- They really wanted her out of town. - No trash downtown.

That could be moped tracks.

- No one's been here for years. - Maybe she took her stuff with her.

This is almost too spooky...

Kurt... Look at this doctor's signature.

Look! There. Eric Leike, isn't it?

- Christ, it sure is. - By the way...

I tried to contact the parents of the dead girl,

but they've moved back to Slovenia.

Let me have a look.

The other one.

Hello, this is Kurt Wallander.

That's right. May I have a word with Eric Leike?

Really? Oh... Well, thank you.

He's in Ystad.

Stefan. Stefan!

- Hello? - Yes?

There are a few things I'd like to straighten out.

Social Services ordered a physical for G�ran's mother.

According to your notes, she was pregnant.

- That's 40 years ago. - You recommended an abortion.

Do doctors generally offer to perform abortions?

She was young and I wanted to help. What's the problem?

She was raped. It's hardly ethical to force someone to have abortion.

I never forced anyone.

Now I remember that particular case. I helped the girl.

Is that so strange? She never had an abortion, she disappeared.

- What do you mean? - She left Ystad.

I had no idea that she returned after the baby was born.

- Did you keep in touch at all? - No, why would I do that?

So it's a coincidence that, 40 years later,

her son dies after depositing money in your clinic's account?

Why did he transfer money to you?

I'm telling you, I didn't know this person.

Why did Henrietta withdraw 150,000?

- What was the money for? - What bloody money?

I won't back down until I find the connection between you and G�ran.

I'm going to talk to your wife and generally dig up any dirt I can find.

Hello?

Hello?

Christ...

G�ran didn't want any counselling, but I helped him out with his money.

- Was he on welfare? - No, he had sickness benefits.

Isn't that the same thing?

What's this item?

I really don't know.

2,000 kronor a month. For years.

Didn't you find that strange?

Unless there is cause for alarm, we don't pry into private transactions.

He used to say that Sitting Bull was looking after him.

He must have had a mysterious benefactor.

Someone made a cash deposit every month.

These payments stopped six months ago.

- Did anything in particular happen? - His mother died.

Maybe the money came from her.

I knew I had seen that bell before,

and I remembered the boat store.

- You can't go in there. - Of course I can. I have keys.

- Well, who are you? - I'm Ove. I help out.

What's happened?

There are no signs of abuse, but there's liquor involved.

I need to run some tests, but I think he drank himself to death.

Right, there's a whiff of Finnish suicide about this.

The boy's death made Holger sad.

- What boy? - The idiot.

He was always running around here. Helping out, getting stuff.

He exploded. Holger thought it was his fault, but it wasn't.

The idiot liked things that went bang. He took things away.

- He must have made that bomb. - Were they old friends?

Holger was in love with his mum when she was young.

Only she wasn't in love with him. That's how it was.

And now she's dead, the boy's dead, and Holger is dead.

- Was Holger G�ran's dad? -No. No, no...

Do you know if Holger knew Dr. Eric Leike?

We swap stuff here.

That's all we do, trade things...

I realise that this is difficult, but I really need to know.

Was anyone else ever around? With you and Holger and G�ran?

We have each other. That's more than enough.

G�ran says we're like the Three Musketeers, only nicer.

Why don't you come down to the station? We'll talk more there.

Svartman, could you come here?

Good work, Linda.

The carving is circle with a dot in the middle, the symbol for the sun.

You know a lot about this junk.

Christ... We might end up with more nuts around here.

If someone's gone to the trouble to mark a bomb, it's not the only one.

- The village idiot suicide brigade? - I'll give you Will's number.

Will? Who the hell is Will?

A good friend. She knows a lot about this kind of thing.

She could help you with the chart you found in the caravan.

Well, Nyberg. You never stop surprising me.

Is this some kind of conspiracy of the dunces?

No, but now we know where the stuff comes from.

Why would these guys deposit money into Leike's account?

Maybe something went wrong with the transaction?

Come in.

Leike made those deposits into G�ran's account.

- How do you know? - The cashiers recognised him.

He's been doing it at the same bank all this time.

Stefan! Go talk to Henrietta.

Ask her about the money. Let Leike know you're there.

Make him sweat.

Bye.

What the hell were you doing at the bank?

What was that money for?

Mummy!

What's that? Where did that come from?

Daddy doesn't like fireworks, he's seen such nasty accidents.

A nice man gave this to me.

What man? What did he look like?

He came to nursery school. He wasn't feeling good.

Go to your room, honey. I need to talk to Daddy in private.

I'm not as stupid as you think. What is this? Two grand a month!

I know who he is.

And if you ever touch me again, all of Ystad will get to know it too.

What are you trying to do, scare me?

You'd better forget about it.

Stop it...

Stop it!

I need to go over a few details, could you come along out to my car?

You withdrew the money to buy a flat. Are you selling your house?

I'm going to file for a divorce.

Sandell... Sandell and l...

Well, I guess you get it.

But I haven't told Eric yet, so it's a little complicated.

- Did your husband hurt you? - He's not as smooth as he seems.

- How long has he abused you? - I wouldn't call it that.

It's abuse, all right. You're welcome to file a report.

If I do, he'll kill me.

- He won't get near you. - You don't know him.

We can help you. There's no reason to protect him.

Are you here to discuss my bruises?

We're looking for the connection between your husband and G�ran.

I see. Well...

Well...

Things accumulate over the years...

And the robbery made certain pieces fall into place.

G�ran...

G�ran is Eric's son. He was the one who slept with the tinker.

Why haven't you told the police about this? Are you sure it's true?

I found the deposit slips.

He paid 2,000 a month to shut her up.

- When she died, he stopped. - No wonder G�ran was angry.

He probably felt entitled to the money. Eric's a stingy bastard.

Good. Sure.

That's fine. Listen, bring Leike in straight away.

Did G�ran ever tell you his dad was a rich doctor?

G�ran's daddy was Sitting Bull.

The Indian chief.

He might have believed that, but Dr. Leike is G�ran's father.

- Can I go home now? - We'll take a little break.

Can I have some soda pop?

And a straw?

Sure.

This could be the perfect murder.

Booby-trap someone and have him transfer money to your own account.

Everyone would think it was someone else.

Hello, Kurt here.

Bloody hell... Thanks. Bye.

Leike cleared out before Stefan got there.

Someone blew up the caravan.

Hi there, Nyberg. What's up?

- There's a blown-up body in there. - Blown-up?

Don't go inside, the place is full of shrapnel.

- Christ, it's Leike. - Are you sure?

I wouldn't be surprised if this bomb had a planetary symbol on it, too.

You couldn't put any more pressure on him than this.

The question is whether he tried to defend himself or kill someone.

It looks like the bomb was rigged under the caravan.

- What kind of gun is that? - Pretty advanced stuff.

A Tanfoglio Limited, calibre 40. A sport pistol, barely used.

So he isn't our bomber after all.

Whoever did this must have known both Leike and G�ran.

First the guy is illiterate, then he can read and write.

He has no friends, and suddenly he has friends down at the harbour.

The man was a bloody chameleon.

Yes... A copy.

What do you think? It needs fixing up, but I enjoy that sort of thing.

I think it has potential.

And the sea...

Well, what do you say?

You know, about moving in? You can have the master bedroom.

Yes? You're Nyberg's colleague, right?

- Yes, is this a bad time? - Not at all. Come in.

You don't look like a fortune teller.

- You don't look like a copper. - I'll take that as a compliment.

This is "old-school" astrology. It's precise, on the arc minute.

- What are you looking for? - What do you want me to look for?

A horoscope is a moment frozen in time.

You read it to find the information you want.

This is a birth chart.

This is a progression chart.

This is a transit chart. The transits are shown in the other charts too.

What does it mean?

Whoever did this knows that this is an important moment.

If this chart is personal, it depicts a watershed moment in their life.

- What's this? - Pluto.

Look, this birth chart features a T-cross.

And the progression chart's ascendant is in the same position as the sun:

In the middle of the T-cross.

The transit chart shows how the moon and Pluto will trigger the aspects.

Yesterday, at 6:03 pm. Did anything happen then?

Yes, it did. So this means someone did a chart

for this particular moment.

Could this lead someone to believe his death was written in the stars?

It's uncommon to interpret charts that literally, but it's possible.

It depends on the astrologer's beliefs.

Could you use astrology

to manipulate someone, make them do stupid things?

Astrologers do that all the time.

What's the significance of marking objects with planetary symbols?

Well, the combination of the sun, Mars and Pluto is explosive.

Maybe these objects were meant to be charged with that power.

We've found the sun and Pluto. So there's one missing?

It's likely that there's one more marked object out there.

- What's this? - It's a copy.

- There's a 23-minute difference. - So it's not a copy?

Either he was uncertain about the time, or this concerns another birth.

A sibling?

No. He was an only child.

23 minutes... Progressively speaking it means three days.

- What does that mean? - I don't know.

But the aspect will be completed at exactly 5:55 pm tomorrow.

I suggest you that you locate that third object before then.

If you're looking for someone who's into astrological magic,

he'll be thinking in a whole different way than the police.

You'd better accept that if you want to figure him out.

Thank you.

"Social services requested that he be taken into care. At the age of 16"...

- One child only? - There's no mention of siblings.

What about that extra horoscope?

It's possible that he had siblings unknown to the authorities,

but I wouldn't bet on it.

Because he was a gypsy, you mean?

Their births and deaths aren't always a matter of public record.

That's a problem when they apply for welfare.

According to public records, they don't exist.

Two charts, 23 minutes apart. That could mean twins.

Do you believe in that nonsense? I would know if he had a twin.

All right... Let's sort things out.

What do we have? A father and his son were blown up

by bombs marked with planetary symbols.

And we have these horoscopes that don't tell us a damn thing.

The astrologer suggested twins.

Have you found the missing twin?

Have you checked the hospital records?

A boy was born the same day, but he died a few years later.

The astrologer mentioned the time 5:55 pm,

and if another bomb exists, we'd better find it before then.

Why was the deposit such a specific amount?

Why pay to the clinic?

Maybe the money was meant for someone else's operation?

Then why didn't he accept the money?

Find out which patients have had procedures for that amount lately.

The press want a statement, do you have something?

I've pieced together the second bomb,

and it was marked with the symbol for Pluto.

Pluto stands for death and destruction.

Pluto represents the eighth house of the zodiac.

It's the ruler of Scorpio.

And Scorpios are known to be manipulative control freaks,

as well as being hot stuff in bed.

Can you use that?

No, I'll try to figure out something that makes sense.

Bloody hell...

It was a simple PCl operation. The patient could go home the same day.

Guess what the procedure cost? 67,500. Sound familiar?

Did Leike perform the surgery?

I e-mailed a picture of G�ran over to the nurse.

To see if she recognised him.

She insisted that he was the patient. G�ran has a twin brother.

- That astrologer was right. - Identical twins...

One who kills his twin and his dad. An angry, newly operated bugger.

You don't blow up your brother to pay for heart surgery.

The nurse said that the operation had already been paid for.

Then why send the idiot to the bank? It doesn't make sense.

We're trying to understand this guy on the basis of our own logic.

Why would anyone deliberately screw up a bank robbery?

Maybe he sent G�ran in to put pressure on Leike.

Leike could have brought that gun along to end the blackmailing.

Leike could have let him die during surgery.

A dead son, how would he be able to explain that?

The soil, the moped... Any tie-ins with the cottage?

The soil samples might match the ones from the moped.

But they would match samples taken almost anywhere.

Stefan and Linda, come along to the cottage with us.

Not much here...

Hang on...

Look!

- Christ... - I'll be damned.

- How could we miss that? - We weren't looking for it.

Empty.

Look at this.

Get Nyberg.

- Isn't that the symbol for "male"? - It's the symbol for Mars.

- But this isn't a real bomb. - You mean, it's a dummy?

No, it has a timer, wires and a detonator,

only it hasn't been armed.

G�ran Karlsson and Bror Karlsson. Kennedy Airport...

They're booked on a flight to the US six months from now.

Clear away all traces of us and keep this shed under surveillance.

If he comes, he'll be here before 5:55 pm...

Dad, there's something I'd like to tell you.

I'm moving in with Stefan.

- What's wrong with our flat? - There's not enough space.

- And you won't buy a house. - Will a hotel room be better?

He's going to rent a summer cottage. Some sort of carpenter's lease.

He's not a craftsmen, for Christ's sake.

Are you going to live in a summer cottage in the middle of winter?

It's too big for one person, and he figured... Well...

- How well do you know each other? - Don't you like Stefan?

I do. He'll make a fine detective. But if you're going to live together,

you need to know if you can depend on each other. Think it over, Linda.

Don't be impulsive and just rush into this.

- I'm renting a room. So what? - You do that. Don't mind me.

It's none of my business, but you could take some advice, you know.

Its customary to get to know each other before living together.

But I won't interfere. I'll just wish you luck, all right?

He's not listed anywhere, he's like some bloody ghost.

No match on the fingerprints either.

If this person blamed Leike for G�ran's death,

and killed him for it... What will his next move be?

What is he thinking? What will he do? Help me out here.

Do you think Henrietta knows about G�ran's twin?

Could she possibly be at risk?

When I was little I thought Jesus looked like our Lucia,

only with a beard.

Do you think dad's a "Star boy" now?

No, I think he's a gingerbread man.

He never liked being in the Lucia day parade.

When Elvira at nursery school died, her mummy cried all the time.

- Why don't you cry? - Oh...

I do cry, inside.

Me too.

How about if I go downstairs and get some ice cream?

That should make things better.

Here we go, honey.

He's the one who gave me the fireworks.

Leike had the same expression on his face...

...when he realised there were two of us.

What do you want from me? Eric's dead.

I need money. I need a clean start.

No problem. Just let David go.

Let David go.

He's your brother.

My brother...

I was going to take him to the US. To see lndians.

You know... Sitting Bull was his dad.

Leike owed us that trip. Now the money's yours.

I have 150,000.

Do you think that's enough to buy yourself a new life?

I want you to go to the bank and withdraw everything you own.

And David... He'll be staying here with me.

If you wanted money to travel, why did you kill him?

Because he tried to kill me. My loving father.

He's already inside.

I was at the bank that day, did you know that?

That's right. He died clutching my dog.

G�ran would never have harmed his half-brother.

Humpty Dumpty sat on a wall, Humpty Dumpty had a great fall...

While Mummy's away, I'll tell you about our brother.

- Are you my brother? - Yes. I'm your brother too.

- Time to go. - I can't leave David.

Get a move on! The clock is ticking, you know.

- So go! - Mummy!

No! He has David in there. I have to go get the money.

Or he'll kill him! Don't you hear me?!

I've got to get to the bank!

Oh, shit... Bloody hell.

David, stay here. Be quiet!

David, give me a hand.

Come here, you don't need to be afraid.

Do you know where the bandages are?

Answer it.

- Hello, who is this? - Hello, David.

My name is Kurt Wallander, and I'm a policeman. How are you doing?

Is he being nice to you? May I talk to him?

Somebody wants to talk to you.

- You killed your brother... - He took the wrong bomb.

No one was supposed to die.

The Pluto bomb was for the caravan and the sun was for the shed.

We were going to disappear.

- What do you want? - Grant me free conduct and...

That's not how it works, but I can promise you'll be treated fairly.

He hung up.

Bloody pig.

The Pluto bomb was for the caravan and the sun for the shed.

They wanted to leave the country without leaving any traces behind.

- Did you talk to David? - Go sit in the car.

- He's got my boy! - The basement route is no good.

- Is it a dummy, you think? - He wouldn't risk his own life

- I'll take David's place. - The hell you will!

No way! I'm in charge here.

- Mummy! - Help him!

Stop! That's an order.

Stefan... The flash and bang. - You go in through the basement.

My little boy...

- David? - Mummy!

David!

Come here.

He told me to go hide in the basement.

5:55...

I guess we could say something cynical, but let's not do it.

Right, let's not...

In America you can buy a star and name it.

It costs 52 dollars. I gave one once, to a woman...

But no, it didn't work out.

She has to pull herself together.

Otherwise, I can't work with her. She could have been killed.

Yeah, she reminds me of someone I know...