Original subtitles

The events of this film take place in southern Sweden over 14 days.

SVT South presents

When the moon hits your eye... like a big pizza-pie, that's amore.

-I don't like coming home to this... -Well, you know how it is dad.

Typical Swedish weather.

Be happy you can have some good Swedish coffee again.

Yes, and my stomach will thank me.

The alcohol I can manage, even though it's strong-

-but their damned coffee I cannot.

But it's not something everyone will get to experience.

-A half day on the toilet of Saint Peter's Cathedral. -But now I know what the Vatican looks like from the inside.

Thanks dad. I would have never thought we would have ever taken such a wonderful vacation.

Do you want to stay and have a bit to eat with me tonight?

-Authentic Italian cuisine. -I'm not so sure about that.

OK, if not OK. We'll leave it.

But I'll keep in contact.

See you in the morning then. I must go home and sleep a little.

Hi Wallander. Welcome home.

Days 1-4

The Fifth Woman

Starring Rolf Lassg�rd as Kurt Wallander

Marie Richardson as Maja Thysell

Christer Fant as Svedberg

Lars Melin as Martinsson

Kerstin Andersson as Lisa Holgersson

Screenplay by Klas Abrahamsson Birger Larsen

Based on the novel by Henning Mankell

Production Design by Niels Sejer

Music by Frans Bak

Editing by Jacob Thuesen Pernille Bech Christensen

Cinematography by Jacob Viit Kusk Eric Kress

Produced by Tommy Starck

Directed by Birger Larsen

-Hi Kurt, welcome home. -Hey.

Kurt!

Hey.

-Long time no see. -No, it wasn't yesterday.

-No, it looks like you need some. -Thanks. -Black with no sugar

Perfect.

How are you getting settled in here then?

Good, really good. Everyone's been very nice. And you?

I'm OK...

- I just came, I mean... -You've been to Italy, haven't you? -I just came back.

Here's that report I was working on. You back already?

-Welcome home. This looks really nice. -You think so?

If my office was so nice and cozy I'd stay inside all day to enjoy it.

-Bare walls, good for the work ethic huh? -Sort of.

-Boyish bullshit. -Why are you here?

-Me? -Nine hours left on your vacation.

-I just wanted to see how things were going here. -Nothing's happened except that I have started.

-Nothing else? -Nothing.

??? See you. ???

-Good morning. -Did you get to see Saint Peter's Cathedral?

Yeah, from every angle.

I think the old man dragged me to every church and ruin in Rome.

I'm more tired now than after two weeks of work.

So you've come back to get yourself rested up then?

-Kurt, a postcard from Ann-Britt came. -How is she then?

She seems to like it. And the children enjoy it obviously.

Perhaps that's something one should try... something new. But maybe I'm too old for that.

-Oh well. -Good morning.

-Glemmingebro? How does one get there? -[MISSING]

-??? Mr. Moonshine Hansson? {Homesick Hansson?} ??? -Is that what he is called?

Not without reason.

Yes, Kurt returns from vacation and feels old. What does one say to that?

-Anyone looking for me while I was out? -[MISSING]

Yes, a lot of people. Lisa Holgersson wants to speak with you as soon as you have time.

-I know the way, I can drive you. -Thanks.

How are you liking Ystad?

Just fine, of course I've only been here 10 days...

[I]Thysell[/I], Maja Thysell?

-Yeah, I married Kalle. -You mean Kalle Thysell?

-Yes. -Aha.

Yes. I was pregnant by the end of classes at the Police Academy.

That's good, or should I congratulate.

Thanks.

And... Kalle, has he moved down too, or...

??? You know how... ???

[I]We got a call from the flower shop on Branteviksgatan. Rolf, Jonny take your...[/I]

They sound quite excited...

-[I]Jonny here, we are in pursuit of a drunk driver. Perhaps afterwards.[/I] -[I]OK.[/I]

Wallander here, I'm in the vicinity. We'll take it.

[I]Acknowledged.[/I]

I came in at 9:00. I saw the windows and these flower pots.

What do you call these?

-Gerbera. -Gerbera yes. Very beautiful.

-Nothing is missing. -Not even a few flowers?

No.

Do you really know about every single flower in the shop?

Yes.

-You have some memory. -You learn after a while.

-How long have you had the business? -I'm just an employee.

-Who owns it then? -His name is G�sta Runfeldt.

-What does he say about this? -Nothing.

-Nothing? -He doesn't know yet. He's away.

Yes, of course. Thanks for calling us.

They probably smashed the wrong window.

When they found out where they were, they got mad and smashed a few pots.

This is a matter for the insurance company to handle. Or do you say something different?

No, what I wanted to say was: Welcome. To Ystad.

What? This is Gerbera.

No! Please!

Why?

Help!

Yes, Rome is probably at its most beautiful in spring.

Yes, this... Yes, that's probably true.

That's a particularly good picture, the one on the stairs. If I were you-

-I would make an enlargement of it and get it framed for hanging. -Yeah, yeah.

Hey, what have you got there? Huh? Huh? What have you got?

Leave us alone!

Take it out of your jacket.

-Watch out or we'll call the police. -We'll say you hit us... -And groped us.

Take it out or your mother and father will have to pick you up from the police station.

Thanks for that.

Why didn't you telephone first? I could've had a woman in here.

-Well do you? -What is it you want?

-The pictures from Rome. -Why are you just standing there staring? Come in.

What do you think?

Handsome huh? Two genuine Romans.

You should enlarge this one, and maybe frame it.

-Then I'll do it. -Bloody good. OK.

Beautiful pictures.

-Have you spoken any to Linda? -No, I haven't had time.

-She called me the other day. -I see.

Asked how we made out. You have an attentive daughter.

What have you done since coming home? Caught many bicyclists without reflectors?

-Huh? -Not too much of that.

The most interesting thing today was a break-in at a flower shop.

They didn't even steal anything. Only broke a window pane in the rear.

-Good lord, you like to chatter. You want one? -Yeah.

Cheers.

Krista?

Krista... Krista.

-The explosion blew down the whole damn fa�ade... -Won't be another hot dog stand there for a while.

No, what the hell are you doing?

-Is this yours, or? -You're a cop, right?

Yes, I'm a police inspector.

You're a cop, can you tell me how to report a missing person?

Go right in and you'll find reception.

I scheduled him this morning. But no one's been home since then.

-[MISSING] -One tends to notice people's habits.

It doesn't make sense that he left or forgot.

He's already dead, someone's beaten him to death.

-Or either he had a car crash. -Why would someone want to beat him to death?

-He was rich as hell. -How do you know that? -Everyone knew it.

Tell me, where does he live?

After just over a kilometer, you take a left, then it's 500 meters or so ahead of you.

-No neighbors? -There are, but not really close.

For heaven's sake! What the hell is this? Someone check here.

-Doesn't look too good. -I am awfully sorry for that.

Who's going to pay for the dry-cleaning bill? Who was that?

The guy who delivers heating oil to houses.

-I've got something going with the Polish cigarette smuggling... -Right now we'll concentrate on this.

Damn that stinks.

So much money for such a small package. 700 kronor can't just be pulled out of thin air-

-with the house, the car, the loan and the interest and all the rest.

But that's the only thing she wants. It's her big hobby.

Yeah.

If my old man gave me a pair of binoculars when I was 12, I would have punched him.

Hello! Is there anyone home?

-We can phone to arrange permission. -Hello.

Hello.

A lot of dead birds. Therese wouldn't like this.

"Lands in the lukewarm breeze, your song is hot, your song is the summer music"

"Your song, in the middle of longing's times."

-Birger Sj�berg? -No. This is dated last night.

A door with considerable locks, an alarm, yet unlocked.

-Just water. -The cellar is empty.

Now we must waste an entire morning searching for a senile old man.

Or like last Thursday, wiping vomit and changing diapers on some baby-

-after the mother went crazy. I just mean, who decided that we do all the useless stuff?

What did you buy for Therese?

-This must be wrapped up again by this afternoon. -Of course.

The whole family is coming so there's going to be a lot of food.

Where are you going? Kurt.

I just mean when you see those IT nerds. I grew up with-

-many of them. For them 50,000 kronor doesn't matter.

It feels like you've missed the winning lottery ticket sometimes.

Damn!

-I phoned Lisa, she's on the road. -Good.

-Is Nyberg here? -He's already at work.

Is it so fucking hard to set up a fucking tarpaulin, huh?

What do you see?

A ditch, perhaps four meters deep. Nine, ten meters wide�

At the bottom lies, or rather hangs, an older man-

-perforated by thick pointed sticks.

Appears to be bambo, as thick as fishing rods.

The man has fallen face down.

The birds have pecked him on the back of the head the hands and the eyes, I believe.

-He hasn't hung there very long. -No. What about the bridge?

The boards were partially cut. They broke as soon as he stepped on them.

Are you going to get the tarpuline set up or are you planning to stop the rain?

I don't know if we'll be able to collect any more evidence before the rain washes it all away.

There's one more thing can we probably say. Ulrika Hagstr�m, Forensics, Lund.

-He seems to have had a lucky landing. -What do you mean by that?

This one missed the heart and the aorta by a few centimeters, hit the lungs instead.

That one struck the hip instead of the stomach. The others are in the shoulder, hand, thigh and ankle.

What kind of bloody luck is that? Huh?

-There's no doubt what he died from. -He drowned.

He drowned?

Probably so. The lungs slowly filled with blood.

He lay here two, three hours. Maybe more.

Can you say how long since he died?

Difficult to say exactly, but less than a day and night in any case.

OK.

-Who does something like this? -Something just doesn't make sense.

-What? -This isn't something from around here.

Can you be more precise?

I'm not sure, but I think I've seen something like this in a film from Africa.

Something like an animal trap.

Didn't these kinds of traps get used in wars also?

Is that what we're standing here looking at?

This is really dreadful looking. What do we know about him?

Not a lot.

Holger Eriksson, pensioner. According to the rumors, quite wealthly.

-Owns a lot of land here. -Unmarried, no children.

-Birdwatcher, poet. -Do we know when it happened?

Between half past eight last night and dawn.

I see, why then?

-He wrote a poem after eight last night. -And he had night-vision binoculars.

-In daylight he would have seen the trap. -Whoever set this up must have known his habits.

This trap was designed... to send a message.

-You do your work and I'll do mine. -You need help too!

-Not when you delay the investigation. -What should I do then?

-Frankly speaking I don't give a shit what you do as long as it doesn't slow my work here. -What's going on?

She wants to cut off the sticks. Take them to Lund.

I must have them for the autopsy!

-Bullshit, you just want to cut the body down so you can get out of here. -[MISSING]

There is a dead person here, and you are acting like children!

Get your shit together!

-Maja, you begin in the house. -OK.

Martinsson goes back to station. Go through all the databases that exist.

Svedberg, we'll knock on doors. I want to know everything about Holger Eriksson.

Hello! Excuse me, excuse me! Did they really find a dead man?

-Did they really find a dead man? -Not now.

I only want a few facts confirmed. Is it true you found him impaled on steel poles?

-Yes, where did you hear that from? -Does that mean it's true?

Yes, most likely we're dealing with a murder.

The hunt is starting.

Who is that?

Who is that? Hello...

What the...

Gunilla... Gunilla.

So you two know each other from before?

-Who? -You and Maja.

No, no... We... we went to the police academy together.

What have we come up with so far?

Only that no one seems to have known Holger Eriksson very well.

Thanks a lot. She was certainly a bit of a hermit.

??? Unsympathetic. ???

I don't lie. You have never had such a bad boss. A damn sadist.

Some were even malicious.

-Somewhat solitarily perhaps. -It's not unusual with men that age.

[I]What the fuck. It's like talking with two comedians.[/I]

What could he have done to deserve such a death?

Yeah, who the hell plans and builds such a wicked trap?

A sick mind.

Yes, it's me.

I'd forgotten when he comes home, so I phoned the travel agency.

He never arrived at Kastrup airport.

-Where was he planning to go? -Africa.

-Africa? -To see the flowers. He's writing a book.

Could he have gone somewhere else?

-Where then? -He could have changed his mind.

You don't understand. He was very excited about this trip.

And it was costly. The travel agency said thirty thousand kronor, for two weeks.

-Yes, that's a lot of money. -Yeah.

-Where does he live? -Here above the shop.

How did you get the key?

I check on the mail and water the plants when he's away.

He hasn't been home for days?

-No. -How do you know?

I would have noticed.

Wow!

Wow...

-He's writing a book on flowers. -Orchids.

Yes, yes. Very fine. Can you tell me how old he is?

Seventy-two.

-Is he married? -A widower.

The men on the photo here� is any of them G�sta Runfeldt?

-Yes. But this one is a better likeness. -This one? -Yes

Do you know whether a suit-case is missing?

The black one. He always had it when he flew.

-With small wheels, and a pull handle. -Aha.

You'll see that he will return shortly. Is this his wife?

Yes.

-And the boy? -His son.

-Where is he? -Sk�vde

-Could he have gone there, then? -No, G�sta is not there.

-How do you know that? -He's not there.

No, no, no.

No, no, no.

Roll the dice already.

Bah, I can't do anything. The board's all locked up.

I've got to take it. Yes, Wallander.

-[I]Hey, it's me.[/I] -Hey.

[I]I just wanted to say that I found the oil delivery man.[/I]

He has some regret about reporting Holger Eriksson missing.

He has an alibi for both the night and the evening. We can exclude him as a suspect.

??? Yes, at least we know that now. ???

And Svedberg said the flower dealer disappeared.

-Yeah, we've already seached for him. -Hang up the phone aready.

And then is there still this horror with the bamboo poles, that I can't stop thinking about.

Yes, yes, I understand. Have you got something going on over there?

What? Me, no, this is just a bookcase that I'm building...

I can't figure it out. If you want, could you come and help?

-If you want. -Yeah, it's just that... I dunno.

-I mean if you have time. -I'm not very technical.

-And you'll get to see my place. -Yes, but I'm kind of busy here.

-Can you bring me the electric screwdriver? -[I]What?[/I] -Sure, I'm coming.

-But, maybe not. -Hey, I understand. No problem.

-Bye.

Have you got someone there with you then? Hello! Hello?

-What's her name? -Who?

The woman you talked on the phone with? -Thysell.

-And? -She's just a colleague.

And...

Is she cheating on you?

-Wasn't it your turn? -It sure was.

This time you're in for it.

Goodbye.

-Ystad Police. -Hey.

-He sure was handsome. -He sure is.

Just a moment while I check...

-Did you get the shelves up? -Yeah, all of it.

-Did you get some help? -Yes.

It's a pity you didn't come earlier, you could have met him.

-Yes, it's a pity. -He's studying in Lund now, for a law degree.

-Oh then, is this some new acquaintance? -No, you can hardly say that.

-I've known him for about 21 years now. -I see.

That was my son. Did you think it was someone else?

No, I...

-Good morning. -Good morning.

-Is everyone here? -No.

-Sorry I'm late. -What are you wearing?

Well, my other suit was ruined yesterday, to say the least.

This is actually my old confirmation suit.

Can we get compensation for clothes damaged in the line of work, or?

-I'll look into it and see what I can do. -??? Is that all one can expect? ???

-??? Let's get started. ??? -Sure.

Now then, Holger Eriksson. Born 27 May 1921. Never married, no children.

He owned and operated a successful car dealership in Sj�bo between 1953 and '89.

He published five collections of poems, all with his own money.

He bought the farm Avskildheten in the summer of '62, and has since-

-purchased the surrounding land from his neighbors. Almost 30 hectares in total, but he hasn't used-

-the land for anything in particular. Very wealthy, in any case.

Did he have a will?

Everything goes to the cultural center in Lund. They'll be very pleased.

And I found this. An insurance claim for break-in last year.

-Anyone know anything about it? -From Holger Eriksson? I don't remember it.

-No, because he didn't report it to us. -Why not? -Because nothing was stolen.

Don't you have to file a report even when nothing is stolen?

It's really strange.

-Perhaps he was just being cautious. -What did he have to be cautious about?

What have you discovered?

Seems been a hermit. He lived alone most of his life.

An early riser. Very healthy, doesn't seem to have been much of a drinker or a smoker.

Nothing else?

No, nothing that helps our investigation, except for one thing that's a little odd.

He wasn't married, and there are no photographs of old girlfriends at all.

Except for a date and a name in one of his photo albums.

But that picture is missing. But none of the others.

-There could be many explanations for that. -Of course.

They fought, she left him and... he threw away the picture.

-Or maybe burnt it? -Burnt?

Yeah, if he thought she was a terrible old nag then he surely could have.

-Do you burn the pictures of your old boyfriends? -Yes, always.

"Krista". Is that a woman's name?

-It sounds like it would be. -It doesn't sound particularly Swedish.

-Check up on it. -OK.

-What did you find in the safe? -What safe?

It was in the break-in report. "Safe untouched."

Here!

-Can you handle it? -Yes, but it's going to take some time.

I'll go check in with Nyberg for a while.

Hey. Have you found anything?

Do you think we would keep it to ourselves if we had found something? Huh?

-This is a repeat of the past. -What is?

First the flowershop and later the report on Holger Eriksson.

A second time where there is a robbery where nothing is stolen.

The first is murdered and the other has disappeared.

-There's nothing to suggest a connection. -No...

Hey, it's me. I think he's just about in.

-A diary. -Holger Eriksson's?

Here it is... Harald Berggren.

-Harald Berggren, who is that? -No clue.

What have we got here?

Congo, March 1961.

Whoa!

This will take some time. There can't be many Harald Berggrens though.

-What's with you? -I'm just so damn hungry.

-Should we go get something to eat then? -Didn't you want to start reading the diary?

Yes, yes, that... See you tomorrow.

-Do you like sushi? -Isn't that the raw fish? -Yes.

It's very good. Go in and read the diary and then come to my house and I'll cook.

-After we eat we can continue working. -Sushi?

Yes? Good! Don't worry, it won't make you sick.

Oh good lord. Yes, and thanks for your call.

-Ebba, Ebba are you still here? -Kurt!

Excuse me I'm searching for my father, Karl Wallander, he is supposed to be here.

Yes, this is Maja. Hey...

Yes, I see... Oh dear...

Of course, absolutely, naturally. Yes.

-We'll do it another evening then. -When are you going to introduce me to your new girl, then?

I'll go down to the station in a while, at least.

-We'll stay behind and guard the fort. -Okay, good, see ya.

-How are you doing? -You know, you know, you know.

Good. I don't understand why I'm here.

They want you to stay here for a few days. You may have had a heart attack.

It looks good now, but they want to observe you.

I thought I'd loose my head first, not my heart.

Boy, why are you grabbing me, why?

This is very loose.

You've got to have your own room, you can't just lie here!

No, no... listen, come here! Kurt don't go.

This is fine with me. If you arrange a room, arrange one for him.

Have you ordered the enlargement of our photo on the Spanish steps?

No, but I plan to.

Plan to? That's what people say when they have forgotten something.

You need to get some rest, but I'll stay with you for a while.

What for? So you can sit here and talk on the phone? You might as well not be here.

You can stay on one condition: turn off that damn telephone, once and for all.

And get a game board out for us.

First I'm going to ask the doctor if that's too much exertion for you.

It doesn't take a lot of energy to beat you. You can just lose anyways.

-Oh good lord, answer the damn thing. -Yes, Wallander.

-Who was it that called? -Johan Furuhagen.

-Who is that? -What, you don't know?

-Ystad's only world champion. -Champion of what?

Of night orienteering.

-Could this one be as awful as the last one? -It might be even worse.

-If it's the same person. -Hey, come on.

Ready?

Ready.

-Ready? -Ready.

Careful, careful. It's going really well. Once more.

So yes, once more, here we go again. And here it comes. Yes. Good, good, good�!

-Easy... -Try doing it yourself, damn it!

So, and one more to go... Yes, very good.

Kv�llsPosten: Murder In Ystad Last Night

It was a little baby boy.

-What are they doing? -Who?

-The police, they haven't got any leads at all. -I know, it's crazy.

- Untranslated subtitle -

-Did you see her? -Who? -The nurse that went past?

But we're all here. Are you sure you saw something?

No.

-Yes, but what happened next? -How do you mean?

He's more like... I'm more like... I want to meet people-

-he just wants to sit staring at the television.

-Strange that she didn't say hi. -I know.

She was probably in a hurry.

- Untranslated subtitle -

Days 5-7

The Fifth Woman

Starring Rolf Lassg�rd as Kurt Wallander

Marie Richardson as Maja Thysell

Christer Fant as Svedberg

Lars Melin as Martinsson

Kerstin Andersson as Lisa Holgersson

Screenplay by Klas Abrahamsson Birger Larsen

Based on the novel by Henning Mankell

Production Design by Niels Sejer

Music by Frans Bak

Editing by Jacob Thuesen Pernille Bech Christensen

Cinematography by Jacob Viit Kusk Eric Kress

Produced by Tommy Starck

Directed by Birger Larsen

Presently, we don't believe we need additional help-

-but we're discussing it all the time.

If we determine that our own forces are not sufficient to solve these crimes-

-then we will request help from the National Police force in Stockholm.

[I]If you suspect the same person is responsible, do you believe there is a risk he will strike again?[/I]

No, we have no reason to suspect that.

-There are two murders already. -Yes however nothing suggests there will be more.

-[MISSING] -No, but we cannot exclude any possibilities at this point.

In order to have the personnel to cover...

-Can I ask Wallander a few questions? -Yes, certainly.

If you don't plan to get more help, how will you prioritize your resources?

We're putting all available personnel on this investigation.

I have a neighbor who was awoken at night because someone broke into his garage.

He called the police. It took three hours before they arrived...

That situation is very regrettable. We can look into it. Let's get the press conference moving...

One cannot help but think that the criminals in this country-

-have become more skilled, while the police have become more incompetent.

I didn't hear, which newspaper do you work for?

I'm not from any newspaper. My name is Eskil Bengtsson and I live in Svarte...

This is a press conference for the media to get information....

How can I get answers to my questions then? What am I supposed to tell the children:

"Now children, now you can sleep safe and sound, because the police are watching over us."

I want an answer to my question.

-Wallander, what do you intend to do? -How the hell did that son of a bitch get in?

-I don't know. But you must calm down! You can't allow yourself to be provoked! -[MISSING]

??? Fuck you! ???

Good morning Kurt. How's your father feeling?

-Thanks, he feels better. Quite a bit better really. -Good.

I think he's going to be back to his old self.

-Thanks. -Did you get hold of G�sta Runfeldt's lawyer?

-Yes, the son gets everything. -Where is he then?

-On the way here, I assume. -Good.

-Hey. -Hey!

I won't bother you. I just want to report something, this is very strange...

??? ...a nurse was walking around... ???

The day before yesterday, we found Holger Eriksson, on his own property,-

-in a kind of animal trap, like traps that are also used in war.

And last night, outside Marsvinsholm, we found another victim.

A man that has been identified as G�sta Runfeldt, reported missing.

There are no signs that he resisted.

Because he could not have hung in the forest the entire time he was missing,-

-we can assume that he was kept somewhere else.

Sorry.

Also there are needle marks on the neck and in left arm crease.

The police doctor believes that G�sta Runfeldt received injections-

-probably a saline solution, but only enough to keep him barely alive.

??? However, he wasn't drugged. ???

He didn't voluntarily soil his underwear.

And?

Although he wasn't drugged, maybe he was more than just locked up-

-perhaps he couldn't move because he was tied up.

Perhaps someone wanted to ??? tell him something? ???

Or just humiliate him.

Or to make him weak.

So weak that he couldn't resist at the end-

-and yet he was still alive when he was hung in the forest.

The murders were meticulously planned and prepared for.

Clinical military precision, as cold blooded as, well, I don't fucking know.

We can assume that it's the same culprit or culprits.

And we have this to go on. I read it last night. It's the diary-

-we found in Holger Eriksson's safe.

Written by one Harald Berggren-

-while he was fighting as a mercenary in the civil war in the Congo.

The writings start out in a bar in Brussels-

-where he is recruited in June 1960, and they end a good year later,-

-when he had to flee the Congo in a transport aircraft.

Harald Berggren is a very precise person. He not only accounts for every penny-

-he earned, but also every one of persons he killed.

We writes about whether they were a man, woman or child.

Most often, he describes the details of how he has ambushed or knifed them.

The book is filled with stuff like this: "They scattered like goats as we approached"-

-"but the bullets fly faster than the blacks can hop around."

This is the picture of G�sta Runfeldt we found at his home.

And this photo was in the diary in Holger Eriksson's safe.

These two men have been murdered. The first should be on an Orchard safari-

-in Africa, as he had done many times before.

With the other one we find a diary of a Swedish mercenary who fought in the Congo.

And, in addition to that, we found a person's shrunken head.

Approximately 40 years old, undoubtedly lived in central Africa.

The time and place match with what's in the diary.

I very much want to talk with this Harald Berggren.

-He must be over 60 years old by now. -Yes.

Perhaps that is the reason he had to -

weaken G�sta Runfeldt, so he could hang him in Marsvinsholm.

-Did he say anything about his trip? -Just that he was looking forward to it very much.

-No signs that he was worried? -None.

It appears that he packed his suitcase and left his apartment.

Then we loose all traces of him. Until the broken window at the shop.

-That must mean someone was waiting for him. -Did he have any enemies?

My father was an old man, whose only interest was his Orchids.

-And you live in Sk�vde? -Yes.

-Do you notice anything that is missing? -I haven't been here in several years.

What's that?

Something must have been hanging there. A painting or a photograph.

-Do you remember who it was? -Of me or my mother, perhaps.

-Your mother has been dead quite a while? -23 years.

-What did she die of? -That's my private business.

It would help us a lot, if we knew that.

Do you remember what hung there?

-I don't know, I'm sorry. I don't know, you must believe me. -We do.

-I've never been in there. -Ok, but we'll probably get back to you later. OK?

-Yes. By the way, what do you do for a living? -Officer... in the Army.

If someone had murdered my father, I wouldn't be so calm and unconcerned.

No. We need to look at him very closely. And the shop assistant too.

-You need to get some sleep now. -I can sit up a little while longer.

-The doctor says... - I don't give a shit what the doctor says.

-On the road to recovery, I see. -Are you coming unannounced again?

??? This time you have some lady company as well. ???

-Yes, I still have lady friends. -Hi dad.

-Hey. How long have you been here? -For a while.

I phoned but only got the answering machine or you were in meetings.

-You know he's got a new girlfriend. -Really. -??? You're really an idiot, you know? ???

-What a load of bullshit. -You had a good vacation, or?

Of course, very fine.

[I]Yet Another Man Found Murdered In Sk�ne[/I]

-Haven't you caught that madman yet? -No, not yet.

A man could be thankful that he's here and not sitting home alone.

-Should we get some coffee now? -Yeah, I'll go get us some.

??? I heard on the radio that some people want to take over the work from the police- ???

??? -and do it on a voluntary basis after work. ???

??? Shouldn't you give some of your salary to people like them, that do some good? ???

By the way, how's it going with that picture from Rome?

Nothing yet, I haven't had time.

-Some pastries perhaps? -Thanks.

-Hey, it's time now. -OK.

(child crying)

Does the father want to cut the umbilical cord?

I'll go get you something to drink.

Hello!

Excuse me. Which department are you from?

Make it about twice as big, and set it in an elegant frame.

-OK, I'll order it. -You're a pearl.

-Good morning. -Oh dear, excuse me.

-Have you found Harald Berggren? -Perhaps that isn't his real name...

Mercenaries often use fake names.

But I sent a warrent to Interpol anyways.

-Who was that? -Ylva, my cousin.

She works at the hospital in the maternity ward.

Yesterday, she came to tell me that some unknown nurse was wandering about.

Last night the woman shows up again, and when Ylva asks her what she's-

-doing, her answer is a punch to the face.

-From the nurse? -A knockout blow. She was unconscious for a few minutes.

Have you read this?

Now they get their name and picture in the papers. Before it was just-

-threatening letters written anonymously...

But now they have a citizen resistance. With a headquarters here in the city.

[I]Three hours later a policeman arrives...[/I]

They're holding their first meeting over the weekend.

The National Police Commissioner is very worried about this development.

-What should we do? -They probably know the laws in Sweden...

Sure, but we risk having some small-time thief lynched-

-because we can't catch the culprit fast enough.

-We'll continue looking. -What does that mean? That we're stuck?

No. For the moment we have to concentrate on this man, Harald Berggren.

What if he never existed? What if Holger Eriksson wrote that himself?

Perhaps as a first draft for a novel. He was, after all, a poet.

And the photograph could have come from somewhere else.

Have you compared the handwriting in the diary with Holger Eriksson's handwriting?

-No, not yet. -Why not?

Maybe we can find Harald Berggren without searching through the registers.

My husband is an officer and has told me about these "trade magazines".

Most of it is people looking for contracts as bodyguards and mercenaries.

But I found one ad that is very interesting. Here. Listen to this:

"Assignments arranged for combat ready unpredjudiced men with fighting spirit."

The contact number is in Gotland. Our colleagues in Visby know about this Johan Ekberg-

-but they haven't had much direct contact with him.

-Perhaps he can help us find Harald Berggren? -There can't be so many mercenaries in Sweden. -Yes, if he exists at all.

Then there is something else. The woman who works in G�sta Runfeldt's shop.

-The black one? -Yes. She doesn't appear to exist.

-Doesn't exist? -There is nothing written down about her.

-No employment documents, no salary records. -She doesn't even seem to have a name.

Only one telephone number, which is registered to an address near G�sta Runfeldt's farm.

-Only one thing about her is clear: where she comes from... -Africa.

Is this it?

It must be.

No, this can't be right.

You speak excellent Swedish, have you lived here long?

-For 24 years. -You must have been quite young.

11.

-Have you moved around in Sweden? -No, I've only lived here.

I see, and worked for G�sta Runfeldt? -Yes.

-Is this your family? -Yes.

-With you in the middle? -Yes.

-So you came here as refuge? -No.

-In order to work? -Yes, no... I don't know, I think so.

-Think so? -??? That's what he wanted me to do. ???

-Who do you mean? -G�sta, Runfeldt.

-You came here together with him? -Yes.

As...?

As a "gift" to him...

There's an exceptional orchid grove near my village.

G�sta came there often to look, he taught my father and helped him.

He also helped the village. My father gave me to him as a present.

What kind of pig treats someone like that?

We must help her in one way or another.

I don't know how he could do it...

-What the hell... -Leave them alone.

But not in the middle of the road!

Did they get out through the gate? Move that way, we'll push them back.

??? Don't kick me like this. ???

HEY HEY HEY...

COME COME COME...

What if they had pecked you to pieces?

We were more nervous that they were going to kick our heads off.

-But you got them in the end? -Yes.

-Is she the one? -Who, Maja?

-Yes, your colleague granddad was talking about; your "new flame". -No, no, no.

-So was that her? -Are you staying over for the night?

By the way, perhaps you should congratulate me for something.

His name is Dennis, he's 26 and works with computers. Very sweet.

Dennis, I see.

So are you going to congratulate me? -Yes, yes.

Congratulations, congratulations.

Want a ride?

No, I've got my bike over there.

We'll see you then.

How's it going there? Are you drunk? Up you go.

Can you hear me? Are you sick?

Can you hear me? Are you feeling OK?

My car is right there. Think you can...

??? Can I help you get there? ???

I can leave my bicycle here and drive you to the hospital. Here we are, just jump in.

Oh, so you are a diabetic. I once had a student who was...

[I]Welcome to Visby. Visby Chamber of Commerce, Gotland.[/I]

Hi.

I'm Kurt Wallander, from the Police in Ystad.

Ystad. What the hell are you doing here?

-I wanted to talk with you a bit. -My mother said I shouldn't...

Either we talk now or I can come back with some colleagues...

-How old are you? -Have you come all the way from Sk�ne to ask me that?

Among other things. If you don't want to answer my questions we can always take a break here.

Then we can go to the station in Visby and talk there.

Have I broken the law or something?

-Have you? -No.

Then let's start over again. How old are you?

32.

I've come here because I want to talk to you about mercenaries.

I've come because you advertised in an American magazine.

-Do you want something to drink? Whiskey, beer? -No, thanks.

What do you do for a living?

I have a stock portfolio that does decently for itself. And my little agency.

-Why are you in this line of work? -I get postcards from all over the world.

Swedish mercenaries... When did that actually begin? Was it the Congo in the 1960's?

Yes, a little earlier. -When then?

You can start with the 30-years war.

But if we look at only the time after the second world war...

Then start right with World War II.

You could find Swedes in all the armies, in German uniforms, Russian, Japanese,-

British, American, Italian, whatever you like.

To take up arms voluntarily and to fight as a mercanary are not the same thing.

There has always been Swedes who want to fight with weapons in hand.

Yes, but if we concentrate only on mercenaries.

The Foreign Legion would be the classic starting point.

There have been many Swedes there. Many of them are buried in the desert.

What about the Congo?

Yes, there were a lot of Swedes that fought for the breakaway province of Katanga.

The ones who were there, what kind of people were they?

From the military, and some policeman, most did it for the adventure�

-Others surely were believers. -Believers in what?

The fight against communism.

Is there some sort of community among mercenaries?

Everyone is responsible for themselves, but the community exists, it must exist.

Perhaps someone would join for that reason.

The money comes first, then the adventure and then the community. In that order.

And the truth is that one kills for money?

Yes, of course. But mercenaries are just people, each one is an individual.

Are their grudges among mercenaries outside of their battles in the field?

Of course you could find that. But one tries to avoid that.

Why is that?

These are guys who will not hesitate to kill, if someone gives them a reason.

I have a photograph, taken in the Congo in '61, I think it's four mercenaries.

-Do you know any of them in the picture? -Should I?

Yes, we have reason to believe that one of them is Swedish.

What big ears.

Harald Berggren. That may not be his real name.

-Damn those big ears. No wonder he's let his hair grow out. -Who?

Harry, in the middle, has been everywhere. Vietnamn, Cambodia-

-Uganda, Colombia, you name it. -Do you know where I can find him?

I have his address inside. He lives outside of V�xj�.

With his crazy sister.

What was that? With his sister?

Katarina!

-[I]I need a transport as soon as as possible.[/I] -[MISSING]

[I]This could be the killer, or his sister.[/I]

OK, call the guys in V�xj�. Take it easy, we'll get it done. Lisa!

OK, bye for now.

Kurt needs transportation, this is very urgent.

We must assume that he has a gun or another weapon.

I don't even know how many there are.

I need to borrow a weapon and so I can go in from the back.

Is this so wise?

-That's what we're about to find out. -No, I'm coming with you.

Police!

It's clear.

There, there.

??? Pigskin, shit he paid me. Cat shit. ???

Holger Eriksson.

-We have receipts for that. -Cough medicine?

No, morphine.

I want to have my gun and my Negro-head. Now!

No, we've got everything under control here, so you can go.

Surely you have more leads to follow up on.

Yes.

No... no... no...

To what do I own this honor?

I'm here because I don't think you told me everything last time.

-But why would I not say everything? -[MISSING]

Did you know the woman working for your father does not have a residence permit?

That she works for no money, just for food and lodging, like a slave.

Well, that doesn't surprise me.

Why not?

My father was very stingy. Yes, he was quite greedy too.

He never suffered from any moral scruples.

Didn't you say that your father didn't have any enemies?

-Yes, not for a while now anyways. -What do you mean by that? Answer the questions!

That only person that had a reason to hate him is dead.

-And who was that? -Mother

-Your mother? -Yes

Mother was very proud.

She kept it hidden and didn't let anyone suspect. She blamed herself. She lied about it.

She would say that she fell while she was drunk, but she never had a drop.

Then dad would shower her with flowers and kisses.

And so she forgave him. ??? And that's how it was every time. ???

Yes, this is where we lived. At that time.

Did he hit you too?

Yes, there were slaps to the head. But nothing like he did to mother.

Why did he hit her so?

Are you married?

-No, not any longer. -Beat your wife?

??? -Why should I answer that? -If you don't then I won't answer any more. ??? -[MISSING] ???

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So now my contact with the opposite sex is of a temporary,-

-or professional nature you could say.

Yes, I stood...

Here, when I found her.

Mamma, mamma.

At that moment I could have easily killed my father.

-You believe that he hung her? -Yes, of course he did.

No... no... no... help... no!

We can write-off Harald Berggren. ??? That counts as progress anyways. ???

I want you to go through the investigation material once more.

-As a woman. -As a woman?

Yes. The entire time we have assumed that the culprit was a man-

-or several men. But if we assume it was a woman then...

-That doesn't sound very plausible. -Why not?

??? Well, because women are impulsive murderers and not not so cruel and violent.

No, but think about Gunilla Runfeldt. She hung herself, or someone hung her,-

-in a tree in a small forest. Then 20 years later we find her husband-

-strangled between two trees, outside Ystad.

-What about Holger Eriksson then? -He was also considered brutal.

But G�sta Runfeldt's wife's been dead for over twenty years.

That's a long time, I agree.

A woman that sharpens bamboo poles and strangles... I just don't believe it.

-Come up with another idea then, dammit. -Hey, calm down a bit.

It's like every bastard expects me to come up with...

-Shit, we've got nothing. -We'll catch him.

No, forgive me.

Damn it. Damn it.

Yes, this is Wallander.

You're sure you haven't forgotten seeing it before?

Yes, it's exactly how I said it was.

Do we know who this is?

-I sent a picture to Martinsson so he's working on it. -Good.

Odd bag. Which district is this?

-This is Lund. Why did they call us? -They want us to look over a few things.

Weights... they were measured exactly so that the victim would float for a while.

And therefore sink very slowly.

So whoever did this must have known the victim's weight-

-down to a kilo or two. OK, lift...

-And so here we are. -Kicked a hole out? -Yes.

-Which must mean... -That he was still alive when he was thrown in.

There's only one thing I want to know.

-Is this the same person? -Yes. Is this them?

??? This is someone who is pedantic, almost passionate about the whole thing. ???

I think it's the same one.

-Not yet? If we don't need help now, then when will we need help? -It takes a long time to get new people up to speed.

We have three murders and no new leads. Now we know the mercenary is nothing but a morphine junkie.

-We have one new lead. -I see, what is it?

-Soon. -No, I want to hear it now.

So, what is it?

I can't say precisely what it is yet, but I have a strong feeling about this.

Presently, I believe we need a little more to go on than just your feelings.

Take a look at this. This is starting to gain momentum.

The national organization "Night Watchers" has formed.

We're supposed to have the right to move freely...

They are giving courses and seminars on civil law and self-defense.

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You have one day, one day, to come up with something concrete-

-otherwise I'm going to request that the National Police take over.

This frame was a bit expensive but I thought it was a good match.

It's really fine, perfect actually. Thanks Ebba.

-There you are. -Hi. Isn't this fine?

Yes. Are you ready? Eugen Blomberg, 51, from Lund.

A researcher at the university. I spoke with one of our colleagues in Lund.

-Birch. Kalle Birch. -Yes, he's waiting for us. -Good.

Is there some place where we can talk in peace and quiet?

When was the last time you saw him?

The night before last. He went out to go bowling and didn't come back.

So last night I called around, but no one knew where he was.

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We've established that he was murdered.

-I knew that already. -You did?

Otherwise you would not have come here. Three policemen.

His death is possibly linked to some other murders-

-that my colleagues from Ystad are investigating. Therefore we have come to ask you some questions.

-They are unfortunately a little personal. -I will help you if I can.

Did your husband have a falling-out with anyone?

-That I don't know. I didn't really know him that well. -Didn't know him?

A long time ago I thought I knew him, but not for some time.

Do you have any children?

-We have none. -None from any earlier marriages?

??? Not me certainly, but Eugen thought about children... Here recently, in fact. ???

-Do you think your husband had children? -With who then?

-I don't know. ??? -But you knew that he wanted to be a father? ???

I have read his letters. ??? I secretly read someone else's letter. ???

A woman named K.A wrote that she is pregnant with Eugen's child.

-K.A.? -Can we read those letters?

Sure, can you come back? I get off at five o'clock.

I think you boss will understand if you leave a few hours early.

-I'll give you my keys and tell you where they are sitting. -OK, thanks.

-Didn't I see you in the newspaper recently? -Yes, that is possible.

They wrote that you haven't handled the job well, that people can't consider themselves safe.

I'm handling my job, that's why we're here.

-Can you think of anyone who would want to do this? -No one besides me.

-And I didn't do it. -Why would you want him dead?

Sometimes I didn't even know what I did wrong.

Maybe I put the milk in the refrigerator-

-or maybe I didn't put it in the refrigerator. Is that the way he likes it...

But yes, yes, I know of course that I should. That I should go.

And I hate myself because I don't leave him.

But I can't. I can't just...

Sometimes, I wanted for him to just disappear. Just disappear.

I'm certain that in the middle of all this there is a woman or more than one.

-Kristina Blomberg? -I don't think that it's her.

-So we should start with the initials K.A. -That might not be initials.

I'll get some old guys to search for all people named K.A. expecting children.

-Assuming she choose to give birth here. -The letters were sent from Lund.

-All except one. -Where is the postmark from?

From Ystad as a matter of fact.

Didn't you say that something happened at the maternity ward here during the night?

Yes.

The only thing we need to know is if there was a patient-

-in the ward, with the initials K.A.-

-on the nights when you saw the unknown nurse.

-And my answer is that this is completely confidential information.

Of course we could go though all of the formalities, but that means we must first-

-go to the prosecutor, and that will take a lot of time.

Nevertheless I cannot help you before you have papers from the prosecutor.

Kurt... isn't your father here now?

Yes... we're finished for a while then.

Thanks and so long then.

Excuse me...

-Yes, Wallander. Hey Maja. [I]-Did I call you at a bad time?[/I]

No, I'm just at the hospital with my father.

[I]I thought you and I could finally have dinner together.[/I]

Yes, yes... by all means... Yeah, I'll come over in a while.

I thought that I was going to be forced to take a taxi.

I thought that you had forgotten about your old man-

-now that you have a new woman.

I don't have a new woman.

Then who are you always talking on the telephone with?

Yeah, who was that?

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-Where are you heading off too? -I'm going home naturally enough.

-We're still waiting on some tests, but by tomorrow though. -[MISSING]

It's only one more night, then I'll come and drive you home myself.

At noon, then can we eat lunch afterwards. Does that sound good to you?

-Nevertheless, nothing is going to come of it. -Come of it?

With the lady. Stay here instead and play a board game.

-Why wouldn't something come of it? -You have never been able to hold on to them.

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But you hit her of course.

-What? -You hit her of course.

I certainly never did that...

-How can you claim that? -Because it's the truth.

It was your own daughter that spoke about it.

-I only did that one time. -One time, that's one time too many.

Damn it, one time!

One time. one time...

-Kurt, we may have a lead. -[MISSING] ???.

No one with the initials K.A., but there is a Katarina Taxell.

-She gave birth five days ago. -How do you know all that? -[MISSING] ???

Katarina lives in Lund, is single-

-and has not stated who the father is.

Hi. Please excuse us for disturbing you.

Kurt Wallander. This is my colleague Svedberg. Ystad Police.

English text translated by Inspector-Wallander.org Last revised: 2005-03-22