All language subtitles for Wallander S1E08 - Fotografen (The Photographer)

THE PHOTOGRAPHER

- A bit closer... Thanks.
- A bit more...

Excuse me?
Can I have your attention please?

I'd like to welcome you to my gallery.

I've prayed for this moment
for years and finally it's here.

Robert Thuresson,
world famous war photographer-

- is exhibiting in Sweden for the first
time. A big round of applause please!

And now to put you in the picture,
if I may say so, here's Robert himself!

Thank you.

I'd just like...

...to say what Matisse once said.

I don't wish to talk; I'd rather
let my pictures do that for me.

Thank you and welcome.

- Where are we going?
- You said you wanted to go for a drive.

I meant "go for a drive",
not "go for a drive and work".

Who said we're going to work?

Hi, Svartman. New summer cottage?

A woman called and said
the door was open, so we popped over.

- Anything stolen?
- Seems not. It's strange.

It's now the 2nd summer season starts.
First the owners, then the thieves.

Looks like someone's slept here.

With good taste too.
He's only touched the single malt.

Stefan?

The kettle's warm.

Another useless report, Gr�nqvist.
Thief breaks in and makes tea.

We're on our way.

- Linda, we have to go to the marina.
- OK.

- Don't overdo it, guys.
- We won't. Bye.

- What do you think?
- Accident, manslaughter or suicide.

I had a case like this once
on the tugs. A guy went to eat lunch.

Dropped an orange, bent down to get it,
hit his head, fell in and drowned.

- Did someone witness it?
- No, we guessed.

- Maybe he was murdered.
- For an orange?

- What have you found?
- Woman, around 40. Dressed up.

A fisherman reported it an hour ago.

- Any witnesses?
- Not that we know.

- But why the divers?
- Their rubber dinghy has a puncture.

Thank you.

Is there no one who recognises her?
No one?

- Hi, Nyberg.
- Hi, Kurt.

I'd like a picture of her face
as soon as possible.

Hey!

Hey, you up there!

Wait!

Stop I said, you bloody idiot!

See that cordon?
Do you know what it means?

- I was just curious, OK?
- Your ID.

- I'll have to report this.
- Oh, come on. I can help.

- How?
- I saw her last night.

At Robert Thuresson's opening
at Gallery Lera. She was there.

- I'll take this.
- What are you playing at?

You come down to the station
with every damn picture. OK?

OK.

She was at some exhibition yesterday.
At Gallery Lera.

You take the gallery,
and you the hotel.

Hi.

We're not open until this evening.

Linda Wallander, police.

We've found a dead woman
in the marina.

A photographer said
she was here at an opening yesterday.

Dead? Oh, my God. The marina? Who?

Brunette, 40-ish.
Had a red silk dress on.

- Her?
- Do you know her?

No, but there was a woman in red here.

A brunette. English... or American.

Did she know Robert Thuresson?

No one was that sober
and there was a lot of people here...

But I saw them arguing.
She seemed very worked up.

- Do you know why?
- I couldn't hear what they said.

But Robbie got angry when he saw her.

Robbie? Tell me more about him.

We've known each other
since primary school.

I never left Ystad,
but Robbie became world famous.

He's part of
an exclusive international bureau...

...called Magnum. Started by
Robert Capa and Cartier-Bresson.

He's a war photographer.
Lives outside Ystad when at home-

- and takes pictures of things
we prefer to forget.

Starvation, dead bodies,
babies ripped in two...

Can you be a bit more exact
about what happened?

As I said... She turned up at about 11.
Grabbed Robert and they started to row.

After his speech,
she snatched a photo from the wall-

- and left,
slamming the door behind her.

Why do you think she did that?

It's not worth that much.

This is it. Only 2 x 2 cm, I'm afraid.

"Kabul, 2005"...?

He was there
after the US had liberated the country.

He was so taken by the culture that he
chose some photos for this exhibition.

When did he leave?

Just after 11. He went after her,
and said he wouldn't be long.

- But he never came back.
- That's right.

- You said he lived outside town.
- Yes.

OK, good. Bye.

This is Anja's answering machine.

Leave a message,
and I'll get back to you.

Seems a hotel guest wasn't in her room
last night. Last seen in a red dress.

Tell them I'm on my way.

I'm also getting up the files on
Thuresson. There's enough for a book.

Hi Linda. Looks like I've got a name.

Sarah Lyell, American, 42.

Ask Ebba
to contact the American Embassy-

- so they can inform her relatives.

Good. I'm on my way. Bye.

Nyberg, I've a job for you.

The Saltsj�baden Hotel, room 327...

Yes... Good.

OK, then. Bye.

We should've worn bullet-proof vests...

He's harmless. He's mostly
known for brawling and drinking.

Say his files. But who knows
how many bodies lay buried out here.

Robert Thuresson?

- Do you know where Thuresson is?
- He's sleeping.

And I wouldn't wake him, if I were you.

And you are?

His mum.

- Have you got the key?
- Yeah.

- Can you open up?
- No.

We have to talk to him.

We got home late last night. He needs
his 10 hours after such a party.

Can't you just leave him be?

Open up, it's the police!

Got to hell, or I'll shoot!

Robert?
We simply need to ask some questions.

What's up? Are you here to give me
the keys to the city of Ystad?

What were you doing
last night between 11 pm and 4 am?

I was pissed.
Sweden has that effect on me.

- So why are you here?
- Screw you.

A woman's been found dead
in the marina. Know her?

No.

She was at
the opening of your show.

Oh, right, her. I remember her.

- She was better looking alive.
- So you have seen her.

Apparently.

- Did you know her?
- Answer, no.

She stole one of my pictures
and I ran out after her.

But she'd vanished,
and I was too drunk.

- Can anyone confirm that?
- Yeah. Ask my mum.

- Do you have a car?
- It's by the gallery. I took a taxi.

What's she got to do with me?

That's what we're trying to find out.
Thanks.

- What make's your car?
- Citro�n.

Hey, guys! Next time,
if you ring before you call by-

- I can prepare some
coffee and apple screw dle!

Stefan!

- Hi, Linda. I've been waiting for you.
- What have you found?

She was wearing expensive clothes.

Wedding ring on her left hand,
one earring missing.

American, perfect teeth.

Was she dead
before she ended up in the water?

Her neck was broken.
She'd been hit head on by a car.

And there's something else...

What?

She was pregnant.

- How far gone was she?
- About four months.

Do that, and we'll meet up later.

- Why, Lisa! Hello!
- Hello.

- Sorry, I'd forgotten it was today...
- I've jumped the gun a bit.

I don't start until after the weekend.
- Hi, Stefan!

- How are you?
- Fine, fine.

I've a meeting in 10 minutes.
Why not come along?

No thanks, I'll lie low for a bit.

- After the weekend.
- Welcome back.

Good morning, everyone.

I'd like to keep it as brief
and concise as possible.

A woman has been
found dead in the marina...

Here are some photos the newspaper
took of Thuresson's opening.

Go ahead, Linda.

Sarah Lyell, 42, married to Tom Lyell,
an economics professor.

Worked for an aid agency
called the World Food Organisation.

Are there any pictures here showing
Sarah and Thuresson together?

Unfortunately not.

- What's this?
- Looks like a handbag of some sort.

OK, so let's keep
our eyes open for a handbag.

Her tickets say
she changed planes in Stockholm.

But she didn't hire a car.
So how she got to Ystad, we've no idea.

I'm onto that, but the minicab drivers
work illegally and are nervous.

So we have Thuresson's car-

- which isn't at his house or parked
outside the gallery as he said it was.

We're searching for it. Everyone's
been told to keep a look out.

So we clearly haven't much to go on.

Concentrate on finding his car
and the guy who drove Sarah to Ystad.

Hi Lisa. - Let me take the opportunity
to welcome Lisa Holgersson.

She won't be starting
as head of the CID until Monday.

So let's not worry until then.

There's another picture
to go up, I'm afraid...

She was four months pregnant.

Stefan!

- Going shopping?
- I've got the list.

Can you get some champagne?

Planning to propose?

See you later.

- So that's where you are! Hi.
- Hi.

Where have you been?

- I've been calling and calling...
- I know.

- You haven't answered.
- I've had so much on.

But my family's returned...

I can't stop thinking about you.

Shall we take a walk?

It's such a tragedy.
She was 42 and pregnant.

Do you think you'll solve it?

You have to,
otherwise there's no point.

But we're meant
to be talking about you.

It'll have to be another time,
as I have to go.

Anja... When can I see you again?

Eat up your greens.

What are you doing here?

- I thought I saw someone.
- Calm down.

And stop waving that gun around.

I've got some pots to deliver tomorrow.
Have you picked up the car?

No.

- Do you know where it is?
- No, and I want no tea or buns either.

- Go to bed, Mum.
- Go yourself. Don't sit up too late.

Were you the guy
asking about the American woman?

- That's right.
- I know the driver. Follow me.

Thanks.

- Traces of blood?
- No, nothing. I found this earring.

- Where?
- On the passenger side.

He drives out here
in the middle of the night...

...douses the car in petrol
and torches it.

There aren't many houses here.
Just that industrial estate.

Where did he come from,
which way did he go?

Good question.

Hello...

Well? Smells burnt.

Check out the entire area.
We'll be in touch later.

- Ibrahim Said?
- Yes.

You drove an American woman
from the airport yesterday...

I can't really remember.

Maybe...

It was a busy day.

Talk, or I'll have to
take you down the station.

- Where's Stefan?
- I don't know.

OK, let's kick off. Everyone present?

We've found Thuresson's car,
burnt out, outside town.

We've also found this,
Sarah's other earring.

I found these
when I searched for her on the net.

The WFO told me that she was
a top member of the organisation.

Was most recently stationed in Kabul.

She'd been suspended pending an
inquiry they refused to tell me about.

I've found the taxi driver.
He said he picked her up two days ago.

She asks to go to the hotel here-

- and argues with someone in English
on her mobile for the whole journey.

She gets out at the Saltsj�baden Hotel,
and makes him wait as she checks in.

This is around midday. Then she
asks to be driven to Thuresson's.

He watches her bang on his door,
she goes in-

- and comes out
10 minutes later looking distraught.

She cries all the way back and
he drops her off at the hotel at 12.55.

Some of the photos at the show were
from the time Sarah was in Kabul-

- six months ago.

Which means
that they were there at the same time.

Thoughts?

- She wanted the baby.
- But he didn't.

- Lisa?
- We'll bring him in.

We'll put Robert Thuresson in custody.
I'll speak to the prosecutor.

Then let's call it a day,
and you and I can drive to the house.

- I'll check around town.
- Good.

Robert?

Robert?

No, he's not at home...
That's good, carry on.

Stefan's checking the pubs. Our man's
been seen on a lunch-time binge.

Hi, Nyberg.

Is there anything special
you want me to look for?

Anything that belonged to Sarah.
Her handbag, the photo she stole...

- The same old stuff, then.
- Yes.

Robert here...

No... OK, thanks Mum. Bye.

You're under arrest, Robert,
down the station now.

- Can't you let him be?
- Come on, Robert. Now.

Take it easy.
I've not finished my beer.

- OK, on your feet. Legs apart.
- Don't make him angry...

Christ...

- I've got him!
- Let him go, we'll take him.

Come on.

- That's enough.
- I had him, for Christ's sake.

What the hell are you staring at?

Good...

That's good. Bye.

We've found Thuresson.
We're putting him in cell 1.

Gothersgade 45? Two o'clock?
I'll be there. Bye.

Get in there.

- Hi.
- Shut it.

Next time I'll bring him in myself.
Come on!

What did Sarah Lyell want with you?

- It's private.
- No, it's part of a murder inquiry.

We know she visited you. So I repeat:
What did she want with you?

OK, listen...

I didn't know the woman,
but I know ofher.

Then one day she turns up. Some fool
in Copenhagen gave her my address.

She tells me she's been suspended-

- and now wants to go through
my negatives. I threw her out.

How can we believe you
when you lie all the time?

We've also got incriminating evidence.

You met in Kabul 6 months ago.
You had an affair.

Then you leave and she shows up
at your house, pregnant.

You argue.
You want nothing to do with it.

She leaves but shows up
at your show, upset. You argue.

She snatches one of your photos
and storms out and you drive after her.

You're furious and the drink makes
it worse. Who does she think she is?

- You catch up with her at the marina.
- You just want to scare her.

But the car slips into gear
and she's lying there dead.

Don't you want some ice
on that fat lip? It looks painful.

I refuse to say anything
until I have a lawyer here.

Let's take a break.
- The suspect wants his lawyer.

Thank you.

Hey, Wallander...

Yes?

The true masters of photography knew
that the picture was double-edged.

They recorded
only what the camera caught.

They didn't judge,
didn't preach, didn't lie.

They became invisible.
They became the camera.

The rest they left up to the viewer.

I'm not one of them,
but I try to learn from them.

I'm on the outside, just recording.

But I neverget involved.

You have all the facts, but you're
looking at them with the wrong eyes.

He can stay there the night,
but we won't get him to talk.

I spoke to his lawyer, Ivar Gullhjelm.
He's the only one who can stand him.

He's in London,
and can't get here until tomorrow.

A moment, Ebba.
- Where's Linda?

In Copenhagen talking to his agent.

Sarah Lyell's husband is here.
He's really handsome.

He's in your office. Comb your hair.

I've got a note here for you. A woman
called. An old colleague of Sarah's.

I'll talk to her.

She kept calling, begging for
his address. I told her to piss off.

- So you didn't give it to her.
- Never.

- You don't really think he killed her?
- I'm just getting the facts.

I'll give you a fact.
He didn't kill anyone.

How can you be so sure?

Robert's talent
lay in winning people's trust.

He could smoke a joint with a Taliban
one day and fly with a marine the next.

He doesn't take sides. He's a witness.
We give him the best service we can.

And yet we found a fax from you with
his address on amongst her things.

Who sent it?

I'm still waiting for Paris, Jens.
- She doesn't work here any more.

- I want a deposit for the picture.
- A deposit? We're not buying it.

It costs 8,000 kronor.
We take Diners, MasterCard...

It costs 22,000 kronor
to obstruct a murder inquiry.

We take Visa.

Sarah Lyell. Can we...?

Malin Persson?
Stefan Lindman, Ystad police.

As you know, Sarah Lyell
was found dead yesterday morning.

Did you know her well?

No. We had lunch together
a couple of times in Kabul.

I'm a nurse, she was
administrative director for Asia.

It's like a private and a general.

Why was she suspended?

The WFO was accused of stealing
a collection of seals in Kabul.

Seals?

Cylinder-shaped objects, so big.
About 3,500 years old.

Carved out of ivory, metal or stone.

The WFO's HQ was above
an archaeological museum.

Or what was left of one.

The Afghans noticed that
a valuable collection had gone missing.

The WFO was accused of harbouring
a thief and Sarah was dispatched home.

Could she have stolen them?

Theoretically, yes.

But she lived to help the poor,
not to take things from the needy.

- Do you know a Robert Thuresson?
- Never heard of him.

Why is it like this?
Why was Ghandi killed and not Stalin?

Thanks.
We'll be in touch if we need you.

Kurt, this is the photo
Sarah tore down from the wall.

One of those
was stolen from the museum in Kabul.

That's why she was sent
home five months ago.

And four months ago she fell pregnant.

If Robert and Sarah were there together
he might've been involved in the theft.

Check it out. - Linda, you find out his
whereabouts when Sarah got pregnant.

I'll go back to his house.

Ebba, could you ask the embassy
to get their skates on?

It's sorted, Kurt. They're faxing over
the papers Tom's to sign.

- We can't ask him to stay any longer.
- I know. It's all in hand.

- Otherwise OK?
- Yes, when you're here.

- Hi, Nyberg. How's it going?
- Fine.

- Can I take some cardboard boxes?
- Be my guest.

This is today's crop.

A.22 calibre pistol
without ammunition or licence.

An old shotgun
that we found in the hall. Cartridges.

Hash, 6 grams,
that we found in the firewood bin.

And a few litres of moonshine
that we found in the shed.

But not one single photograph.

Has his mother been there
the whole afternoon?

She hasn't
let me out of her sight all day.

- Is there any coffee?
- In a flask in the kitchen.

Hello. Are you busy?

I brought you some coffee.

Nice cups. Have you made them?

You didn't come here to drink coffee
and talk about pottery.

No.

I think the alibi
you gave Robert is false.

He didn't go home with you, did he.

- Do you have children?
- No, unfortunately not.

You never, never, never stop worrying.

Robert is a grown man,
but he's still my child.

He seeks out the dangers,
wars, diseases, executions...

Each night when I go to bed,
I don't know if he's dead or alive.

Nine months a year. Year after year.

The woman we found in the marina...

She was pregnant.

Listen.
If you think he got her pregnant...

...then have I got some news for you.

Linda?

MY THINGS - COLLECT LATER

Linda? Are you here?

I've moved out.

Have you... moved out?
Have you had a fight?

- It's over.
- Over? Can't you talk about it?

That's just what we can't do.

Does...

...Stefan know you're here?

No.

Baby...

Listen... Would you like a whisky?

- Maybe not.
- No thanks, I'm fine.

Some music?

I know what we'll do.
You sleep in my room...

...and I'll take the sofa.

- But Dad...
- What? It'll be fine...

- Don't. I'll sleep...
- It's no trouble.

- I'll sleep on the sofa.
- I'll just find a pillow.

- Dad!
- Are you sure?

Yes, I'm sure.

- I'll get some coffee going.
- Do that.

Remember
when the puppet theatre burnt down?

When we got there it was just ash?
You looked so miserable!

And you refused to accept
that it had burnt to ashes.

The owner came over
to comfort you and said:

"Everything's gone. All that's left
is the key." And you said...

"Show it to me."

And he took out the key
and gave it to you.

- I still have it somewhere.
- Really?

I know! Remember Advent?

Do you know what
Robert Thuresson's mother said?

She said he was gay.

100 per cent.

Oh, Christ. OK...

If that's right,
he could hardly have been the father.

Who knows what lies buried...?
No, it makes it a little less likely.

It does indeed.

- Answer it then.
- I can't be bothered. You do it.

It's not my phone.

So let's sit here and drink our coffee.

Let's do that. Let's drink our coffee.

Hi. It's a break-in. The mother's
in the lounge. Hasn't spoken a word.

- How is she?
- Not too good.

She was in bed and heard a sound.
She looked out and saw a man run off.

- Have you touched anything?
- No, everything's intact.

Did he take anything?

Hard to say.
This camera cabinet's been forced.

- Something seems to be missing.
- They must've dropped this.

What the...?
Check in the other cameras.

The cameras are his pride and joy.
He's collected them since his teens.

Ring the experts in Lund.
I want to know more.

Call the dog squad so we can
track him down. I'll call for backup.

Gr�nqvist, can't you ring them?

Since she didn't hear a motor,
and we've found no tyre tracks-

- he, she or them got here on foot.

- Maybe they parked down the road.
- But we have to find the tracks.

I found the camera there.

I've got hold of a professor.
He can get here in an hour.

I haven't got hold of Stefan.

Keep trying.
Tell him to get down the station.

Professor J�nsson sat
examining the seal for 10 minutes.

He thinks it's from Kabul
and worth a fortune.

- How certain was he.
- Very. He wants to see more.

Take pictures,
contact colleagues and so on.

We'll lock it away.
Come on, hand it over.

Can you be trusted?

Of course not.

Then ring the USA and ask Sarah's
doctor if she named the father.

- But it's night-time there.
- Just ring...

Talk.

What shall I talk about?

You've had a break-in.
We found this in your house.

- You found this in my house?
- Yes. Can you explain it?

Maybe I can.

You were at the museum in Kabul.
Sarah told you what to take.

When you got back, you'd sell
the seal and share the profit.

But when she demanded her money,
you'd changed your mind.

It wasn't just
any old picture she took, was it.

You're all out of your bloody minds!

I want my lawyer... now!

72-44. We've lost the trail.

By a summer cottage near the beach.

OK, sure. Thanks anyway.

The trail led nowhere.
Just died out near the beach. See you.

- Kurt speaking.
- I've got Tom Lyell's papers here.

The embassy's sent all we need
so he just has to sign them.

I'm outside the hotel now.
I can go and talk to him.

- Good, Ebba. Thank you. Bye.
- Bye.

I'm looking for a Tom Lyell.

- No one's answering.
- OK.

See you inside.

- Is that my stuff.
- Yes.

- All yours.
- Thanks.

- Why the hell don't you say anything?
- I've tried.

Really mature of you
just to get up and go.

Kurt!

Thuresson's mother is here.

- About the break-in?
- I don't know.

She insists on talking only to you.

Hello, Anita. You wanted to talk to me.

It was me that did it.

- Did what?
- Ran over that American woman.

You killed her
because she'd argued with your son.

It was an accident.

I was just trying to scare her off.

So what happened?

I drove after her
down to the marina. It was dark.

She was running ahead of the car.

So I put my foot down
and she was knocked into the water.

- But she was alive when she fell in?
- Yes...

But she drowned.

I didn't have time to help her.

Anita, you've been of
great help to the investigation.

When you go, I'd like you
to talk to the desk sergeant-

- so they can write
a report on the break-in.

- Aren't you going to arrest me?
- Not just yet.

- Thuresson's lawyer is waiting for us.
- Good.

Do you know where Thuresson was
when Sarah got pregnant?

Linda checked with his agent,
who said he was on a job in China.

I see. Good.

Ebba, make sure Mr Lyell
gets a lift to the hotel.

What are the charges?

We'd like to start
by hearing how the accused pleas.

The accused
is a victim of police violence.

Unfounded suspicion,
arrest without submission of evidence-

- and had his first interview
without legal representation.

You have no real evidence,
no witnesses, and inconsistent motives.

It's quite simply a legal scandal!

He has a long police record.
He violently resisted arrest-

- and he's lied about what he knows
about the victim and the case.

An earring belonging to the victim
was found in his car-

- along with some stolen goods
from a theft in Kabul six months ago.

He also has an unsatisfactory alibi
for the night of the murder.

So what charges
are the police bringing?

All charges are dropped
and he's free to go.

One moment, Kurt.

- With immediate effect?
- With immediate effect.

Kurt!

Wait.

- What are you playing at?
- It's not him.

- How the hell can you know that?
- It's not him. I know it.

We've been looking
at things with the wrong eyes.

It could just as easily be him.

- Tom Lyell?
- And why not?

Jealousy? What do I know.
Use your imagination.

Sarah didn't want a child with him.
She was 20 years younger. Gifted.

She abandoned him for her career.
She caught him stealing the seal.

But he was in the USA
when she was killed.

How do you know?
Have you checked Tom's ticket?

Called customs? Found the other glove?

Have you done any DNA tests?
No. Lazy bastards.

Christ.

Welcome back.

- Anja S�rensen. Where can I find her?
- Upstairs, room 3.

Have you an appointment?

- How are things at home?
- Not so good.

No? Have you spoken...

- Hello, Anja.
- Kurt! I'm with a patient!

- I can see that.
- Get out of here!

I want to talk to you now.
You don't answer my calls.

Just five minutes, OK? Wait here.

- I'm sorry for showing up like this...
- You can't come in when I'm busy!

- Can we...?
- In here. Shut the door.

- What do you want from me?
- Kurt, I'm sorry...

You said you wanted to meet me.
We've been with each other.

- You said it was nice.
- It was lovely.

- What's missing? What's missing?
- Listen to me. I can't.

I'd love to but I can't.

I saw your husband and you yesterday.

How the hell do you think
that feels when I love you?

But Kurt...

He's promised to stop travelling
and I've promised to stay with him.

- But I never travel anywhere.
- Oh, Kurt, Kurt...

- Kurt?
- I'm listening...

No... no... stop it...
No, Kurt, no!

We can't.

What are you doing here?

What's going on, Robert?

God knows. The police think it was me
who ran over that American woman.

Was it you? Was it?!

Answer me.

No. It wasn't me.

You're all I've got.

Go away somewhere.

Go abroad to Spain or Mexico -
somewhere where there's no war.

I've packed a bag for you.
It's in the bedroom.

Yes, OK.

- Go home, there's something I must do.
- I'll cook you something.

Good boy!

- Well done!
- Good dog!

Jesus H. Christ!

Shit!

Sarah's doctor said
she'd been trying for two years.

But she didn't know
her husband had had the snip.

- The snip?
- A vasectomy. He couldn't have kids.

She went to a fertility clinic,
and became pregnant four months ago.

Wait a minute. He said he was
the one who wanted kids. She didn't.

So you mean
he's been lying to my face?

There's more. He landed a day
before we found Sarah in the marina.

Kurt, you've got a call.
It's Robert Thuresson. He sounds drunk.

OK, I'll take it.

- Kurt Wallander?
- He's in one of my photos.

The guy in the car park.
In Kabul, outside the museum.

- It's him. I never forget a face.
- Where are you now?

- At home.
- Can you stay there?

- Come and get it, for Christ's sake!
- We're on our way.

Svartman! Svartman!

Did you drive Tom to the hotel?

- No, he said he wanted to see Ystad.
- Damn!

Linda, see if he's at the hotel.
If not, wait until he shows up.

You and me are going to Thuresson's.
- Next time, you listen to me!

Kurt, I've found something interesting.

Blood stains on this American coat,
and the other glove...

- Good work, Nyberg!
- Not that interesting, maybe.

Robert? Robert?

He's alive. Ring an ambulance and
say it's a cop. They'll be quicker.

- Ring Linda.
- OK.

Shit.

Hi. Wallander, police. You have
a Tom Lyell here. Is he in his room?

His key's gone,
but I haven't seen him come in.

- What room's he in?
- 331.

Give me the master key. Now.

Thanks.

Reception here.
He's on his way up.

He's turned up.

Police!

I'm just here to put some fresh
towels out. I've got a work permit...

He was here, but he must've gone.

To the airport. Linda and I will take
the motorway, you take the small roads.

Stefan, we've reached the motorway.

Overtake that van.

Not him.

There's a taxi.

Slow down... that's not him either.
Just a mother and kids.

Stefan here. Not a sign of him.

If he's gone another way,
I'll reach the bridge before you.

Faster.

- That taxi's just sped up. After it!
- Call the toll station.

Kurt Wallander, Ystad police.

We're tailing a taxi heading for the
Danish border. Don't let anyone cross.

Close the barriers!

Damn!

Faster! Faster!

The Danes have the other side covered
and want us to pull back.

Like hell we will. Where are you?

1 km behind you. Step on it -
we can head him off on the island.

- 75 meters behind.
- Let's get him!

You bet there damn well is!

Too right we are, you bastard!

Well, I'll be!
Have you come to propose now?

Thought you might need some company.

No one calls-

- but as soon as you get a bellyful
of shot or step on a landmine-

- you get showered
with flowers and Snoopy cards!

- Everything fine?
- More-fine!

- I'm just lying here thinking.
- Don't.

It's hard not to.

I once had a mate in New York.
A photographer. A great guy.

He was on a job in the Bronx...

He took loads of great photos of
the environment, fates, faces, lives...

But there was a serial killer
on the loose in the neighbourhood.

He left the police clues
in letterboxes.

One day, the photographer noticed
he had some shots of the guy.

What did he do?

He knew, of course. I didn't.

If you'd known what you do now, would
you have given Sarah the negatives?

I don't know.

If you had, maybe she'd still be alive.

That was low.

OK.

Join me for a beer some time?

- It'll never happen.
- No. But if you change your mind...

...bring your gun and we'll have some
fun after a bottle of vodka or two.

- OK. Look after yourself.
- Bye.

OK, coming.

Coming, coming...

- Hi!
- Well, hi there gorgeous!

- You look great!
- Thanks.

I'm seeing friends.
Just thought I'd check up on you.

I'm taking it easy
with something soothing.

Celebrating the bust.
Macallan, ten-year old, fine oak.

No. Do you remember
what we drank when you were small?

When I came home tired
and you woke up?

- Kivik's whiskey.
- Yes. 12 years old.

- Want some?
- Please.

Here it comes. Listen to this bit.

God, that's beautiful.

Would you like me to stay?

What?

Aren't you going out?

Answer the question.
Would you like me to stay?

OK, I'll answer.

I want you to stay.

Do you want to?

Yes.

What's for dinner?