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STOCKHOLM - PRESENT DAY

Hi, could you call Rosenb...

- What happened? - He's disgusting!

I've never been this humiliated!

- What? - I recorded some of it.

- What are you talking about? - Evert Bäckström.

And the man from Rosenbad called. The one who never states his name.

His name is Nilsson. I will see to that Bäckström is taken care of.

- Bäckström. - If you have information-

-it's your sworn duty to... - I suggest he calls me himself.

Duty? Don't talk to me about duty, you fucking bum bandit. Tell the bastard...

I gather you don't want to talk to me.

- He's quite unstable. - With all that weight?

- He claims to have info on the murder. - Well, he called Mattei "cheap cunt".

Bäckström has just battered my dear secretary with profanities.

- If so, he's to be relieved from duty. - Yes, after I find out what he knows.

DEATH OF A PILGRIM

Subtitle by skorpan666

NOVEMBER 4 1985

Hi, I'm sorry to bother you...

Jonathan Paul Krassner, goes by "John". Born on July 15, 1953 in Albany, New York.

A well above average university student, in both political science and journalism.

He sells his parental home, moves in with his uncle, - Forselius' buddy Buchanan.

- Am I boring you? - No, absolutely not.

Good to know.

One minute.

John Christopher Buchanan, born 1908 in Newark. Died April 16, 1985.

That's six months ago. Doctorate in political science. At the time of-

-Pearl Harbour he teaches at NU, and as a patriot, he enlists as a reservist.

By the end of the war he's stationed in Europe and three years later he's-

-appointed deputy military attaché at the U.S. embassy in Stockholm.

- Am I putting you to sleep? - Not at all.

Good. We're almost done. We'll get you through this.

Buchanan returned to academics with the professorship in recent European history.

Which leads us to his will.

Both tangible and intellectual assets are left to my trusted squire, John Krassner.

That's my translation. We're talking about cash as well as European...

- "Intellectuel assets"? - Journals, photo albums...

What the hell is "Intellectuel assets"?

What did the old man give Krassner?

Proof that our neutral prime minister's been on Kremlin's payroll for 30 years?

Fuck... I'm so tired of this.

A regular dormitory with a shared kitchen. He finally opens and he's not very chatty.

- Oh? - He shut the door in my face.

- Who else lives in the dorm? - Mostly Swedish students.

Except the one I talked to. He's an exchange student born in Pretoria.

He said Krassner stayed in his room while writing about Swedish politics.

- Pretoria? - South Africa.

Yes... That's where it is.

- African American? - Yes, I don't think-

-they hand out scholarships to all that many white South Africans.

He also implied that Krassner smoke pot.

- Where did he tell you this? - In the cafeteria.

- So you had coffee? - I had tea. Daniel had coffee.

- First name basis? - That's his name.

Daniel M'Boye.

- Then he gets your number. - Why would I give him that?

Because he asked you for it.

- And on duty, you have to abide by it. - He got the number to my work phone.

Good.

How black?

Are you a racist?

Coffee with or without milk?

Strong coffee, with a little milk...

...and two sugars.

He's writing all the time. He has been seen in the library and the press club.

A high-strung loner. Says hello to the students, but doesn't socialize.

He glues a toothpick on his door when he leaves.

- What does he live on? - Hamburgers and pizza.

And a substantial amount of cannabis.

We scare him with drug charges. That gives us time to ransack his apartment.

- No. - No?

He may get suspicious. We have to find out what he knows. The question is how.

Do you understand me, Waltin?

Yes, I understand, bureau chief.

Good. Do you have enough manpower?

- Yes. - Any of our guys on the scene?

- Yes. - Good.

I'm counting on you, Waltin.

- As the bureau chief should. - We won't discuss this further.

Krassner's in touch with some journalists. But I cannot risk it.

That's reassuring.

Those cretins deserve to be executed.

Why not invite Kressner here and talk war memories about his uncle?

- For one of those? Are you crazy? - We could fabricate a suitable story.

From the time when professor Forselius held the mirrors.

Exactly.

(Maid talking Polish)

Far too many consonants in that fucking language!

You hear it? She's been at it all morning. Sounds like a furball stuck in her throat.

Out, woman! Out!

I've never raised my hand on a woman, this time it came close.

Something, I'm sure we have in common.

I'm not sure I follow...

Well, I'm fairly convinced that you do.

Your not a complete imbecile.

How do we get hold of the bastard?

I'm sure he doesn't have a phone where he lives.

We can write a letter.

Señor Hedberg, teléfono.

Digame.

Hey, it's me. Your motherland needs you.

I need your help with a matter over here.

PRESENT DAY

"On this place, Olof Palme was murdered on february 28 1986."

The worst day of my life.

- I remember every detail of it. - Yes, as do all of us.

- How come he left home without security? - Only Palme knows, and he can't answer.

He wasn't very easy to handle.

The guys assigned to him liked him a lot.

They would all take a bullet for him.

- And on this particular friday? - On this particular friday, he...

...dismissed them at lunch. He said that he'd stay a while, then go straight home.

In a jocular fashion the guys asked if they could trust that.

He didn't mind some easy-going jargon.

He said that he wouldn't "depart on any adventures".

He and Lisbet had discussed the movies.

- So maybe a movie at the cinema? - Yes, at least he didn't rule it out.

But the indication was that he'd stay at home and he would call if that changed.

- And Palme didn't call. - No... He didn't.

- And what did you do then? - I went to bureau chief Berg-

-and told him that security was dismissed and that Palme may be off to the movies.

- And what did Berg say? - He wasn't happy at all.

Berg had issues with the bohemian side of Palme.

Berg said that he would call Nilsson at the chancellery, then he'd call me back.

But...he never did.

Well. Then...

...just before midnight, our officer on duty calls me and he tells me...

Hi.

Hi.

- You live at Jungfrudansen? - Yes.

Do you want a ride?

Okay.

You're part of Johansson's little outfit?

I was there, back then.

Second unit on the scene.

According to one of the commissions we we're on scene 3 minutes after the shots.

The victim was still on the ground.

We didn't see who it was, we just saw that it was bad... Very bad.

And 10 minutes later, there were 20 officers searching through the area.

And what good did that do?

I didn't cry myself to sleep when I came home, but that's no secret.

- But I'm not involved. - I don't think that you are.

- The witness chain can't be accurate. - Agreed. I never believed that it was.

- I think I know what bothers you. - Okay?

You think witness 2 sees someone else than the perpetrator on David Bagares.

Why do you think that?

It's the only way it adds up. A three minute difference is not acceptable.

- Why haven't you told anyone? - Yes, how can that be?

Say that I would tell the colleagues at HQ that they got everything wrong...

Okay, they wouldn't cheer... But when you're driving along before the call,-

-passing the stairs at Tunnelgatan, you see nothing out of the ordinary?

No. Then we'd report it. And we certainly didn't see anyone holding a smoking gun.

Another thing, and I hope we can keep this between you and me. It's about your boss.

- I know that he busted you 20 years ago. - He had me in custody for a few days.

I was no angel back then. It's not about that, I wanted you to know-

-that I've never met anyone as cold as he is. Beware of him.

Tell me.

It'll work sitting down too...

Söderström, ex-bodyguard boss dined with Linda Mattei yesterday.

Isn't that a relative of yours?

The day of the murder, Palme had mentioned that he may see a movie.

He decides 30 minutes before leaving home.

- How many of his colleagues knew? - Firstly, Palme's regular bodyguards.

By noon Palme dismisses the guards. They call Söderström, and he calls...

- Bureau chief Berg. - Exactly.

Four people knew by lunchtime. And then?

Söderström called the duty officer, he in turn called six guards on weekend duty.

That's 11 so far. That means the entire department must have known by then.

- Not all of them. - They talk too.

It's not breaking news in that Palme wanted to see a movie.

Can we agree on that about 20 people at the bodyguards knew of Palme's plans?

That's plausible. 38 people were on duty.

How many at Palme workplace knew?

I have read every fucking hearing...and the question about the cinema is left out.

- Bullshit. It can't be. - The closest they get-

-is that a few are asked about him leaving home.

- Well, there you go. - No, it's not the same.

Those that were asked denied that he had any such plans.

Date and time for the masked ball at the Stockholm Opera House March 16, 1792-

-was known by hundreds, two months prior. Ten or more was part of the assassination.

Same mechanism here, the difference is that they had less time to prepare now.

Half of the population knew about his plans, 5 hours before he even decided.

No more than 50. 20 at the security police and 20 at his workplace. Add 10 to be safe.

50? It may as well be 500... A sewing circle could have handled his security.

Well, it's true.

Continue.

Two students are returning home for the weekend and one is dating his girlfriend.

- Pretoria? - I'll take care of him.

We'll be having coffee nearby. How much time do you need?

Keep him away between 8 and 9 p.m.

- And Krassner? - I'll handle him.

What does he expect?

- Who? - Pretoria.

Everything, I'm sure.

But he's not getting it.

No, he's not.

- What a beautiful blouse you're wearing. - Thank you. Nice of you to say. It's silk.

- Expensive, but... - Unbutton it.

Soon...

Now you'll have to excuse me, I have...engagements.

I'll be in touch.

On friday, november 22, John Krassner will be leaving his student apartment.

He will go to Sturegatan 72. He will probably walk there.

Your mission will be to chaperone said Krassner.

Follow him there, watch him and report any abnormalities.

And if he doesn't leave his apartment, you'll arrest him-

-on suspicion of possession of a controlled substance.

Drive him to HQ, turn him over to Narcotics, dodge the paperwork.

Others will be handling the search warrant. All clear?

Hell, yes. What's going down?

You won't benefit from knowing the purpose of the operation.

Go on now, get out and play.

We assume that he's writing an political embarrassment.

Some say it concerns national security. Which warrants you and me to intervene.

I want to know what he's up to.

And when you've taken care of that...

...I don't want him to know about it.

I will let you know when I'm done.

Good.

7.37 p.m.

Shit, he's early.

He's 20 minutes early.

We'd better report that.

It's a shame about Pelle Lindbergh. (Goalie for The Flyers)

- What has happened? - He died in a car crash.

He's no hunting dog but he caught a rat once. Hadn't he pulled the leash-

-it would have landed on my head.

Maybe he heard something.

You took your time.

What? Is he going to pick up and leave?

- Is this a fucking marathon? - A window on fifteen is open.

Good, now let's check the body.

Jonathan Paul Krassner, American citizen.

The fall improved his looks.

How about the boot that followed him to the ground and almost hit Vindeln.

Is Vindeln alive? Bag the boot with the body and get the city to clean this up.

Cold as an Eskimo's pussy, hurry up.

Have you seen this? It's in English.

Smells like Eskimo pussy too...

What a fucking pig.

Snap to it, don't be so meticulous. I only get bullshit investigations...

Now I'm thirsty.

- Looks like a typical suicide letter. - Good, we're done. Let's get a beer.

- He's here legally. - To steal our girls?

Come on.

Fuck. Chatting with a nigger in the middle of an investigation.

Another 15 minutes I'll never get back.

And now it's jungle dick. A regular sized Swedish dick isn't good enough anymore.

Fucking student hookers.

- Jarnebring, why this late hour? - I was bored. What's up?

- Suicide. An American. - Are you sure of that?

That he was American? Just finished the report.

- And Vindeln... - Is he alive?

...saw him flying through a window.

- You didn't talk to him, you fat fuck. - Shut the fuck up, he has no phone.

Hey, Vindeln, what happened back there?

I was in shock, then a boot came flying down.

- "Then"? - After the body.

- A boot? - Yes.

- After the body? - Yes.

- Specify "after". - After a while.

Not a minute, or half a minute but not in a second either. Maybe 10 seconds.

Have you told this to anyone?

I told the cop, I guess he thought I was drunk.

Everyone knows that you've quit.

- And the boot? - You guys took it.

What happened? The police were everywhere. He's dead.

What have we done?

- Answer me. - Sit down.

It's all such a tragedy.

The operation began a little early.

Krassner must have forgotten something and returned home. He walked in on us.

I've spoken to Berg, an internal investigation will be launched.

I'm so sorry that I involved you in this.

I'm so sorry...

My beautiful assistant Eriksson, of course we had nothing to do with it!

The operator was long gone when Krassner decided to try his wings.

Yes, it's a tragedy, but these things happen. It had nothing to do with us.

I'm sorry for the joke, but I couldn't resist.

You're crazy.

I guess so.

I've prepared the bathtub for you.

I didn't know what to do, but I don't think I was recognized.

On your way home to M'Boye?

- Because? - He invited me to tea.

- Tea? - Mm.

- Some kind of red tea from his home. - He invited you to a cup of red tea?

You're sure he invited you to tea?

I don't know.

- He didn't have an ulterior motif? - That's possible. Very much so.

But that wouldn't interest you.

No, it certainly wouldn't.

Because you had something else in mind.

That's possible.

Stand up.

I'm sorry, but a dead American is serious.

He's a freelance journalist from Albany.

Some time before 8 p.m. he falls out of his window in the student high-rise.

- Murder or suicide, what's the problem? - As far as we know, no criminal past.

A probable suicide. He left a note with fingerprints on it.

- Suicide. So what's the problem? - His name was John Paul Krassner.

- How do you know him? - I don't know him.

He came to Sweden 6 weeks ago. Coffee?

No...

- A distinguished visitor for once. - You mean Krassner?

- The visitor?! - No, me.

A copy of the suicide letter and this is what he looks like.

- Krassner? - Yes, that was his name.

The post office called me about a letter from Krassner.

- What letter? - No idea.

- Can we deal with this tomorrow? - There's the matter of Krassner's boot.

This reaches ground 10 seconds after Krassner.

Yes, it could have bounced off a balcony. Bäckström hasn't added that in the report.

There's more. The boot is made by "Street Smart" with a hollow heel.

One note with numbers and this one says:

Is this a joke?

Hi, I'm looking for Pia Hedin.

- That's me. - Lars Martin Johansson.

- You called me. - That's right. Come this way.

- Do you recognize him? - Yes, that's the American.

A little over a month ago, he was here to send you a letter.

- And you remember that? - He sent it poste restante.

So that you could pick it up on Folkungagatan.

I offered to get your address, but he said that this was your arrangement.

- I don't know of any letter. - As I suspected.

- Because you didn't pick it up. - That's why you called me.

I reacted to your title "police commissioner".

It sounded...exciting.

Exciting? How?

I thought it could be something confidential, like a secret record.

- Do you read any detective stories? - Yes...

- Do you have the letter? - Sorry, it's not here.

It was here for 30 days, and after that it was forwarded to his fiancée.

But...I can give you a copy of the addressed envelope.

If it's any help.

Sarah Weissman, California.

Why send a poste restante to someone you never met?

Maybe as an insurance, to someone he trusts, if anything happens to him.

- But how would I know. - You're here, aren't you?

You think just like a cop.

And that was a compliment.

- Here you go. - Problems?

I entered a little early, other than that, nothing.

But he's writing...like you said.

A detective story.

Why do you think that?

"The Spy That Went East"

At least he finished the title.

And this was all?

- Nothing else? - No.

You checked the ribbon in the typewriter?

I was interrupted.

Any witnesses?

To what?

PRESENT DAY

What do you want?

I was talking to an old acquaintance.

An art dealer. He said that he had sold a Zorn-painting to a colleague of ours.

Then it struck me that you know him. Police grand commissioner Claes...

Waltin.

We are close friends, but it's been a while.

Really? Much in common with that leather faggot?

Art. He has a huge collection of contemporary Swedish art.

- How did he finance that? - With very wealthy parents.

How stupid of me...

On occasion I had the chance to help Claes and the public sector.

- With what? - I'm sworn to secrecy.

- Just between you and me? - Sorry. National Security.

But I received an official "thank you" from the chief of the security police.

Berg jr. is in custody. Day three and he's beat.

Could he commit suicide with the blanket he's hugging?

You've already taken shoe laces and belt.

For 10 years he thought that his cop-father died in the line of duty.

But suddenly you appear in his cell.

You throw him an old report that say that his father drove off the road while drunk.

Berg jr. falls apart. He's sedated and restrained, then you just release him.

That he could commit suicide never bothered you?

Not in the least. He's not the type.

But he'll gladly end the lives of others. He's very caring when it comes to him.

Why did you talk to him?

He was with the second unit on the scene.

So?

- He helped me break the witness chain. - How nice. Too bad it took him 26 years.

The butcher from Ådalen. I have a tip.

So spit it out.

- And what do I get in return? - You may get to keep your job.

You better, cunt! Let me meet him, or I'll punch your fucking teeth out!

Tell me what you know or you will face assault and sexual harassment-charges.

An informant gave me a tip on the weapon.

- Maybe you should tell it to Flykt. - Sure, and read all about it tomorrow?

We've had hundreds of tips about the weapon. Why is this so special?

Everything. The informant for one.

- What's his name? - No way. I'd rather do time.

Wait.

After a thorough search in the files I came up with this one.

- With serial number. - How did you find it?

With some honest police work.

Due to the delicate nature, I assume that this information remains secret.

You'll be carrying me on uplifted arms through the pearly gates of the police.

We know who's in possession of the gun.

- The perpetrator? - The possessor.

What did he say about the weapon, who did he name and what's his credentials?

And what do I get for this?

I will be carrying you on uplifted arms through the pearly gates of the police.

So you want to know his name?

Is everyone here? I spoke to Bäckström.

- Was he rough? - No, he got a tip.

A few days after the headlines. He says he knows where the murder weapon is.

He got this from an informant. Very reliable, according to him.

- Anonymous? - Of course.

The gun wasn't found since we looked for a Smith & Wesson. This is a Ruger.

It's been used before.

Two murders and a suicide. And the serial number. I'm calling intelligence.

No, there's more. With Bäckström there's always more. He knows him.

He's known him for ages. And he gave me a name.

Not the informant. This is much better.

The man in possession of the gun.

A colleague. Never mentioned in the investigation. I don't know if it's true.

Who is it?

Claes Waltin.

Ex-commissioner at the security police.

- And all this from Bäckström. - I know, but worth checking.

- Waltin had access to the gun. - He's not part of the investigation.

He has to, I put him in there. He got a parking ticket 3 hours after the murder.

It seemed odd, but I sent an inquiry about a heavy hitter at security.

They replied that he used the car in the line of duty.

He has to be in there.

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