All language subtitles for Morden.I.Sandhamn.S10E01.SWEDiSH.1080p.WEB.h264-OLLONBORRE.en

Alexander?

Hello!

God, you scared me.
I thought...

Alexander?

Alexander! No!

Help! Help him!

One, two, three, four, five,
six, seven, eight, nine...

Clear. Charge. Shock!

Charge. Shock!

No response.

Alexander.

Hey.

Hey, um... You wanted to sell the boat?

Yeah, now that I've lost my place.
maybe it's time to...

No, this is the right thing.
I need to move on.

I feel like I'm done
with the boat.

You know you don't have to live on
a boat to live on the water, right?

Well, it's true.

If you want me.

But you know...
You'll have to have me every night.

Yeah, I'll... I'll make the sacrifice.

And my nights start
very early. Like, early.

-Want to show me round?
-Yeah...

-Are you okay?
-Yeah.

-What can I help you with?
-Juice.

Wow, there was a party.

Wasn't it?
There are some young people too.

-but they stay in their rooms
with their mobile phones.

But I force myself to go out.

I have to try to stay a bit
active if I'm gonna come back.

Maybe I should rehab
at the station.

It's not your head that's wrong.

But now Stenmark has arranged this
for you because you need it.

Pretty nice.

I even have my own exit here.

Handy if you need to get out
and water the bushes or something.

-Do you have any pain?
-Just a little when I sit down.

You just have to be patient
and you'll get through this. You're awesome.

And pretty cute too.

I have to go. See you later.

Always hard to part
from your favourites.

I'll take good care of it.
For that price...

But remember what Richard Hamilton said:

‘Pop art is sexy, glamorous
and big business.’

Hey. I had a customer.

I just sold a Wesselmann.

You'll have to check the account later.

What?

Well...
That's not how it's supposed to be.

-Two, please.
-Two.

Four? Oh, dear.

No, I'm going to bed.

And the dealer takes two.

Hey, um... I'm running low
of painkillers.

Can you talk to the doctor?

You're not taking too many, then?

No, no. They're just running out.

I can ask her to talk to you
tomorrow.

-Okay, but then you'll do it?
-Yeah. Thank you, thank you.

My wife has a view of a bush
and a car park.

It's not very inspiring.

But as I've explained.
it's fully booked.

-Then you can't pick and choose.
-How will my wife get well?

It is essential that I have
beauty around me.

I think she can get well
even without a beautiful view.

‘She’?

Now you'll actually have to
arrange something better.

This is a rehabilitation centre.
We treat sick people.

If you have absurd demands for a view,
go to the Grand Hştel.

-You're welcome to swap with me.
-Excuse me?

You can take my room if you want.

I have both a nice view
and my own exit to the garden.

So, I don't need a nice view.

I have so many beautiful pictures
in here, you know.

Are you serious now?

I have some dark pictures too.
I don't.

Yes, I'm more than happy to switch.
I won't be here that long anyway.

What you did, a Swede would never
do, you know.

Oops. That was really
decent of you to do this.

Madeleine is so grateful.

It's good for you too,
I suppose.

Happy wife, happy life.
Isn't that right?

Yeah, it's not that easy. Sometimes...
you feel like a servant.

There she is! My darling.
Look at this marvellous room!

Thank you very much.

-That's not straight.
-Yeah, that's right.

Are you interested in painting?

No, I'm not. I don't know much about art.

To experience art, you don't need
education. It's just a feeling.

Yes, it is. That's... probably true. See ya!

I have to go home and feed the cat.
But I can come back later.

-No need.
-I can...

No need, I said.

Watch where you're going.

At last!

Madeleine?

Alexander?

Good morning.
My neck is killing me.

-What the hell are you doing here?
-Getting dressed.

-Why?
-You want me to go naked?

Where's Madeleine?

Why don't you take a look under the covers...

We changed rooms last night.
She didn't like the view.

It's hard to say no.

I need some painkillers,
cos I got...

Madeleine?

Good morning. Morning. Breakfast in ten.

What is it?

Don't touch her!
Don't touch anything.

Call the police.

-But what's happened?
-You can stand over there.

-Do you know what happened?
-No...

Has there been any concern
about Madeleine?

Erm... Sorry, concerns?

Have you noticed anything in particular?

No, I haven't. She hadn't been here that
long, but she was very demanding.

It's nothing unusual, really.
The women tend to complain the most.

The door to the garden was open.

Oh, the door was open?

Yes, Kim must have opened it
when he went to wake her up.

We usually do that.
This isn't a prison.

No. Last night,
where were you?

-Home.
-Do you have anyone who can verify that?

-Kurt.
-Surname?

He has no surname,
He's a cat.

Can I ask if I'm a suspect?

No, what we do now is routine.

Should we have any more questions
we'll ask you to come back.

So, how are you feeling?

Yeah, I'm fine.
I'm fine. Good, good.

Great. Great life.

To quote Stenmark:
‘That bloody northern beetle"-

-"should always be
in the centre of the action!’

You may return my greetings and say
that I miss his red beard.

-Madeleine was an artist.
-Yes.

She had a bloody sharp knife,
you know, one of those palette knives.

I saw that yesterday,
but it seems to be gone now.

How do you even know what a palette knife is?

And what were you doing in her room
last night?

We changed rooms.
Maybe you should look for it.

And you say that now?

Have you spoken to her husband?

She was my light.
She didn't take me for the money.

I never had a high salary.

I have been in the pit
my whole professional life.

-The pit?
-Yes.

First in Athens. The National Opera.

Then here, until retirement.

Now I drive a taxi, for a little extra.

And Madeleine?

She has...
She, um... She had no pension at all.

She wasn't born in Sweden, was she?

Because we haven't found
any records.

-She was born in Poland.
-Yeah, okay.

Ended up in Sweden in the 80s.
Learned Swedish in no time.

Can you imagine
that she might have had enemies?

A woman like Madeleine
aroused some jealousy.

Men were drawn to her like flies.

Besides, she always said
what she thought.

And that... That could be hurtful.

-So she may have offended someone perhaps?
-Yes, it's possible.

But there's no way in hell anyone would have
killed her for that?

Even if she wasn't so easy
to be taken.

Is it okay if
I take some photos and stuff?

-Sure. -Yeah.
-Thank you.

Good, then I have everything I need.

And I'll be in touch if
there's anything else. Thanks.

Here you go. Bargain!

Has the police brain gone mad, or what?

Maybe it has.

You shouldn't have swapped rooms
with Madeleine.

That's hardly why
she was murdered.

No, I'm not saying you have
any culpability in this directly.

Then what are you saying?

Sometimes you shouldn't get involved
with other people's business.

Do you know anything that you should have said
to the police, do you?

No, I don't. How's the neck?
You don't work out too hard, do you?

Whiplash can be aggravated
by trauma and stress.

-Did you get an appointment with the psychologist?
-Yes, yes. Absolutely.

I usually see your clients
at the police station.

-but this time I had a...
a little excursion.

How do you think the rehabilitation is going?

Are you making progress?

Well... Yes, yes.

Are you still in pain?

Occasionally.

You know, Alexander?
If you bid a little...

-you'll get out of here faster.

All right, all right. Okay, what was the question?

-The rehabilitation.
-Slowly.

One step forward and ten steps back.

I understand that. The recovery
after that kind of accident...

-that you've been through
can take some time.

I think I could
get well at home.

Don't you live on a boat?

No, not so much anymore.

Oh, yeah?

No, I'm gonna sell this shit.

And no family?

Divorced. My son went with his mum
to the United States.

She got a job there.
They'll be back in a year.

-Parents?
-My dad's dead.

Mum's on some sort of round-the-world trip
with her Argentinian boyfriend.

I never know
when I'll see her again.

But I have a girlfriend.

Who can help you?

Well...

Are you afraid she'll feel sorry
about you?

How does that make you feel?

Now you're asking questions
that I don't have answers to.

-I need to think.
-Sure.

I don't know how the hell
it makes me feel.

Isn't this the part where you tell me
have to love myself or something?

I understand that it feels uncomfortable.

But that's actually
exactly why I'm asking.

Because we make progress
when we feel uncomfortable.

‘We’?

Where have you been all my life?
Welcome to coffee.

-Sorry, I missed the boat.
-It's okay.

I've been answering your phone
all morning.

I took the role of Nora Linde's
irresistibly sexy secretary.

-I don't deserve you.
-That's what we say.

-What we?
-Yeah, you and me.

Three minutes.

Something has happened. And maybe you can
tell us what.

-We're moving in together.
-You're joking! You're moving in together?

OK. Good, the northern beetle
is ready to go ashore.

Actually, we should be celebrating
with champagne.

Yes, but there's no time.

Because Nora Linde is a very,
very busy person.

But I think I have
a bottle of mulled wine left over from the Christmas party.

There's no time. They're waiting for us.

-Hello.
-Jaba.

-Is that Madeleine Kowalewski?
-Yes, that's right. That's me.

-Yeah. Is Stenmark on his way in?
-He should be here somewhere.

But what kind of hot assistant do
you have with you? Is he available?

No, apparently he's dating
some wimpy police cadet.

No, is that true?

What have you got?

Probable murder weapon, found
in the garden. Wiped clean, no prints.

Actually, no useful leads at all
so far.

-Madeleine Kowalewski's work.
-Oh.

At last! Now we have the little
half-figure in a little box.

But what is this filth? What is it?

Ladies and gentlemen,
we have a hit.

Fingers on a glass in the victim's room.

Take a guess. No, how the hell
would you know this?

Hold on... May I present...

...Sylvester Markell?

-Who's that?
-You don't know Sylvester?

Oh, this Pink Panther of Roslagen!

He was like a fistula up the arse
of the whole municipality.

He saw himself
as a gentleman thief.

-But he's dead.
-Yeah, we all thought so.

Apparently, he survived and
and got away, the disgusting rat.

Could he have escaped from the prisoner transport?

I don't know. He disappeared in some kind of
cloud of smoke, fire and metal.

That was the problem.
No remains of the body were found.

-so everyone assumed that he had been
pulverised in some way.

But they didn't find any bones,
or teeth?

Please, don't ask me.
I'm just the chief of police here.

Somehow he got away.
He's like mercury.

This can't be happening.

No, but we've had a string of break-ins
lately.

-that have smelled a lot of Sylvester.

But who the hell is looking for a dead thief?

-Wait, wait.
-What is it?

But don't you see?

Oh, my gosh!

There he is.
The silverfish from Saltsjöbaden.

We have prints at the murder scene,
this connection...

We've got him.
Now we just have to find him.

-I won. The poker, last night.
-Yeah, yeah.

When you left the table, you left
the competition, so it...

Did you know Madeleine?

The one who took down the sign?

It was more like someone
who took the sign down for her.

Yes, you could say that. No, I never
never got round to talking to her.

Polish, right? Did you say?

But you never actually told me
what you're doing here.

No, I haven't... Neither have you.

You first.

Work accident.

Sorry, sorry.

And you?

Lung cancer.
Took a while before they found it.

-even though I had a cough
from hell, but...

Yes, and such heavy treatment.
Big chunks of one lung gone.

-Oh, shit.
-Yeah...

Yeah, it's heavy.

Maybe it's not such a good thing
that you're in here.

I was just picking up some stuff.

I don't think the police are done
picking up everything...

I assure you, dearest Miss Linde.

-that the knife is not intended
for your exquisite throat.

-but for a particularly
well-aged gruyère

-which I thought we could savour
with some raw cloudberries

-and a glass of fruity
Californian Chardonnay.

-Does that sound like a plan to you?
-Do I have a choice?

We both know that you are
a highly capable woman.

All it would have taken was
a well-aimed elbow to my temple

-and I'd be lying here,
shaven-headed and exposed.

It's easy to call
Uncle Police and just like that...

-poor Sylvester
would have been in jail again.

But you didn't.

Because one:
You want to know what I'm doing here.

Two: You appreciate a good cheese.

And three: Because it has created
A little, little room

-willingly or not, in your heart-

-for the annoying
but honourable facade climber.

Sylvester, you have a very high opinion
about yourself.

Well, somebody has to.

I thought you were dead. And I guess it's
no coincidence that you're here.

What do you want from me this time?

I set the table for us out there.
The wine's on ice.

Here you go.

You know that Madeleine's neck was in as much
little in danger from me as your own.

-We have your fingerprints.
-I know that.

And I also know that that
that bearded guy, the police chief.

-can't imagine
Anything more glorious

-than to be sewn up
For a bestial murder

-Which you know I didn't commit.

You're the only one I can trust.
That's why I'm here.

Convince me.

His name is von Mühlenen.
Fribourg.

Twelve months in a damp cellar.

Sylvester...

As a very young man,
without either rudder or compass

-I meet Madeleine Kowalewski.

She is unspeakably beautiful.
Mysterious. Contradictory.

She teaches me everything she knows
about art and love.

Madeleine was my mentor
and soul mate.

I was in her room
the day she died.

-because she had something
she wanted to discuss with me.

Hence my prints on the glass.

I swear on all that is holy

-that I will not rest until
I have found her killer.

Why do I get the feeling
there's something you're not telling me?

Now I have somewhere else I have to be.

But if you wish, you can find me
in the harbour tomorrow night.

Can I trust that the only thing this
will be used for tonight

-is Wordfeud,
or do I have to confiscate it?

I'll see you tomorrow then.

He who lives shall see.

Why are you so sure
that it's him?

A wanted criminal leaves
prints at the murder scene.

How clear can it be? Is he going to
leave a little note on the table?

‘It was me. Sorry about the mess.
Love, Sylvester.’

But has he ever before
in his criminal career

-exhibited violent tendencies?
No, he has not.

Well, he did try to drown me
once.

‘Sometime must be the first"-

-as Aunt Asta said when
she got on the tour bus.

Sloppy to leave fingerprints
on the glass but not the knife.

That's not carelessness, that's arrogance.

He's sneezing on this stuff.
He has delusions of grandeur.

He thinks he's superior to everyone else.

What about Hector? Madeleine's husband.

Very nice. Drives a taxi on the side.

But has a couple of convictions
for assault in his youth.

So he's capable of violence
and has no alibi.

And perhaps most importantly, five out of
six times a woman is found murdered.

-it is the man who has done it.

There's just one small hole
in that line of reasoning.

-What?
-The sixth time.

This is the sixth time.
It's Sylvester.

-What do you say, Nora?
-What?

Was it late last night?
Shall we get some smelling salts?

Sylvester. Our perpetrator.
What do you say, human?

-Nothing. Yet.
-It's Sylvester.

The only question is where he's hiding.

What the hell was he doing out here?
That's just crazy.

We don't know that.

I have to go back, I can't just
sit here and watch.

What does the doctor say?
Have you got a new prognosis?

No, but...

But I've been to a psychologist.

I see. When was that?

Just now.

But it...
I don't want to be a cliché.

An old man
who can't talk about feelings.

I can, it's not that. But...

I don't want to talk about feelings
With a complete stranger.

At least not
At a certain time of day.

‘Now you have to tell me how you feel!’
It's not working.

I can talk to you.
Or with Stenmark.

At the same time, I don't want to burden you
with my shit.

It's fucking tiresome for you.

That's why you go to therapy.

So what do you think?
Do you think Sylvester might have done it?

-No, he's not a killer.
-Are you sure about that?

I took the liberty of ordering for
us. You're practically on duty.

I understand if there's a problem.

But I promise not to tell,
and you won't regret it.

It's liquid gold.

Just me being here, Sylvester,
could get me fired.

And prosecuted probably.

Oh, my God!

I have great respect for the risk
you're taking by trusting me.

It fills my old swindler's heart
with joy and pride.

I'm here to listen.
That's all.

And that's all I can ask.

Some time ago
I get a message.

That Madeleine wants to see me again

-after a few
particularly monotonous years

-married to an insanely
controlling husband.

Controlling? She said that?

She has a project that she wants
to discuss with me.

What kind of project?

I'm afraid I can't
share that with you, yet.

The only thing of interest right now is
is identifying Madeleine's killer.

I think Hector
got wind of our meeting...

-and killed her
in a fit of jealous rage.

But there's no evidence,
and that's where I need your help.

If I help you, and I say if

-I have a counterclaim.

That you turn yourself in
when this is over.

I wouldn't have expected
anything else.

-but now we have no time to lose.

Was there a key found on the body
or in the room?

-No.
-It was unfortunate.

-Then we'll have to go to plan B.
-Which is what?

Meet me at the marina
in five minutes.

A bientot.

Well...

Hey!

And now, Miss Linde,
you'd better turn round.

Because now Sylvester is going to change.

What are we doing here?

Most experiences in life
are better without expectations.

What are we doing here? I want to know.

Trust, Miss Linde. Trust.

Right now.

Right there.

Mr Rallis has just been given
an urgent private drive.

Right on schedule.

But, erm... Wait! Where are you going?

We have to get inside. We need to get
a key. It's absolutely central.

But are you out of your mind?

Should I break and enter
with a prime suspect?

Your mere presence here
has already broken every rule

-that ever existed.
You might as well walk the line.

No way in hell! So, there are
limits. I have limits.

I'm not going to force you.
See you in a bit.

You son of a bitch!

911, what's your emergency?

Burglary and assault in progress,
send police and ambulance.

Text: Pablo Diaz Bernal
Iyuno