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(The acronym S�PO will be used for the Swedish security service/police.)

STOCKHOLM - PRESENT DAY

- "Gone"? - The correspondence between-

-S�PO and Levin about the parking ticket is gone.

Someone, maybe Waltin made it disappear from the investigation?

- So he's been cleaning up? - I think we assume too much.

- Really? - We don't know if Waltin is involved.

He doesn't match the witness descriptions.

I don't assume very much, I just look at what we have.

A bunch of strange circumstances. A chain of circumstantial evidence-

-that connects Waltin to the gun - to the perpetrator and back to Waltin.

Then we try to connect all the dots, to end up with a break in this case.

DEATH OF A PILGRIM

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The operation was a success, despite that our two operatives lost Krassner.

But we got away with it. Yes, he killed himself, but that's not on us.

If he was stoned or simply depressed is something I won't lose sleep over.

Krassner isn't a security concern anymore.

And I suppose he never was.

- How much do the two operatives know? - Nothing. Not even that Krassner is dead.

- Who's running the prelim? - I think it's B�ckstr�m.

- For once I feel totally safe. - Is he alive, with that liver?

I suggest that you skim through the 50-odd pages of complete confusion.

Could be the draft of a spy novel. Maybe some sort of roman � clef.

- If I put it like this - names are named. - "Names are named"? What's it about?

I have grazed the pages of his literary efforts, and I have to say - it's rubbish.

And that's all? No material on Buchanan?

No. And I agree that it's strange.

The two operatives, who else? Eriksson?

I will take care of her. Her assignment is over.

I'll take over from now on, and hope to put this operation behind us soon.

If we're to accept blame for anything, it's for not realizing how crazy he was.

So S�PO was there. At Krassner's place?

Unclear. But they chaperoned a South African student in Krassner's corridor.

He has a girlfriend, Louise Eriksson. She turns out to be a colleague.

She went to S�PO after school, I'm sure she's undercover with them.

She goes by Jeanette, but when she's studying at the university, she's Louise.

- Eriksson? I don't know her. - Looks like she just turned 17.

- She's his girlfriend that night. - Is the South African of interest?

We don't know. His name is M'boye.

- Where is he now? - Back in South Africa.

- Involved in Krassner's death? - He's with Eriksson at the time.

211 pounds! The fucking scale is broken.

Sarah Weissman was convinced that Krassner wouldn't take his own life.

- Why don't you poke around in this? - You think S�PO killed Krassner?

- What's going on here, Johansson? - Works just fine. 250 lbs on the dot.

B�ckstr�m says it's a suicide and the guys at homicide has closed the case.

What is it, Persson? I know you better than I know my wife, so just spit it out.

Something just doesn't add up. What he does before the jump, the late decision.

I'm sorry, but that's pretty normal.

He cancels a meeting, he wanders around in the city, goes home and takes action...

Exactly.

Are you eating that?

What else?

- Waltin. - What about him?

Is it anything in particular?

No, I just don't trust him.

Have you heard anything?

Get rid of the bastard.

- There's a thing I don't understand. - What? I find that hard to believe.

Dan... M'Boye...was late to our meeting.

He told me that on his way out, he met Krassner, going in.

Really?

Just before 8 p.m. - during the search of his apartment.

Correct. Good thinking, Eriksson.

It's just that our operative started the operation early.

And since there was little of importance in the apartment, he finished up quickly.

It must've been a matter of minutes.

I don't think you should waste more time on that. We have bigger things at hand.

I've received word about irregularities concerning your latest algebra test.

Oops.

The principal would like an explanation.

I hope there's a way to appease him.

Well, we'll see about that.

I hope the principal won't be too harsch.

Well, in cases like this one, a firm hand may be called for.

Oh...

Can you recall a really bad dream?

Well... No. But I remember a nice one.

I was part of a disarmament agreement and the crowd outside was cheering.

You pharisee.

I remember that better than bad dreams.

How was the meeting with Krassner?

The meeting with Krassner?

Yes, how was it?

Perfectly fine.

How nice. What...

...did you discuss?

The snake never showed up.

He didn't show up?

I'm glad that your hearing seems to be working, Waltin. That's correct.

He never showed up. Instead, I read a good book, - on stochastic processes.

- You never considered to call me? - No.

But I did call your boss.

Oh, you didn't know, and no wonder.

A machine picked up.

- And you left no message? - I never talk to the things.

That would breach the nature of our work.

Krassner's dead.

- He committed suicide. - Of course he did.

And now you want me to assure the less covert part of the police force-

-of the young American's deep depression?

- No, I don't. - No?

Just tell the truth. He wanted an interview, but he never showed.

- And would you please...? - Stay sober enough to leave you out?

With all your influence in Sweden and in the world, can't you stop the wars?

Well, I'm not all that influential, but I... Thanks for seeing me on such short notice.

I'll show myself out. ...spent time and energy on-

-working with others promoting peace...

PRESENT DAY

There is a weapon matching the tip B�ckstr�m gave us.

Sp�nga, 1983. A painter, slash hunter shoots his daughter, her boyfriend-

-and himself. The weapon was seized. - Good, what do we call that, Mattei?

- God, I did the exam 6 years ago. - And you were top of your class.

I believe it's called "extended suicide".

- What year was this? - 1983.

An interesting name and an interesting weapon. What do we have on Waltin?

Claes Adolf Waltin, raised in Stockholm as an only child, parents divorced early.

But hang on... Who names a child "Adolf"? Anyway, he starts at the police force 1975.

10 years on, he's the right hand man to S�PO's boss.

Bureau chief Berg... Waltin ran his own little operation out of his home.

The so called "public sector" was shut down 1986 due to "accounting issues".

Our interpretation is that he was an asshole of epic proportions.

Eriksson, check the gun with forensics.

Get the identity of B�ckstr�m's informant, and I don't care how.

The Ruger? The one B�ckstr�m was on about?

Exactly.

- What's up with you and B�ckstr�m? - Nothing.

Some are attracted to chubby guys.

- Can I have a look at it? - Sorry, it's not here.

- Where is it? - Nowhere.

I have a documented release to the armed forces for gun-scrapping in october 1988.

- You don't keep all weapons? - We keep the ones of interest.

- This one is of interest. - Regarding an investigation?

We scrap sawed-off shotguns and such.

- It was in poor condition? - It should have been.

This is strange...

What?

The owner was a hunter and they're usually meticulous about their guns.

- And the bullets from the ballistics? - I can look for them.

I suspect they went out with the trash.

- Coffee? - No, thank you.

- Thanks a lot. - Sure, anytime.

Fuck... Can't you just call?

Your tip is crap. The Ruger was scrapped in 1988. I'm interrogating your informant.

- Forget it! I'm not giving up his name. - Art dealer G:son Henning, Stockholm.

- How the fuck... - Well, we're cops.

Sending email is like sending a postcard. Anyone can read it.

The informant was quite easy to find. We know at which bar you meet up.

Then take a look at this for a while.

- What's this? - Wijnbladh.

The bastard worked at forensics in the eighties.

- Looks like someone who never got laid. - What about him?

- He helped Waltin. - With what?

He wouldn't say, but he got praise from S�PO.

Why don't you return to your fucking boss and tell him that he needs me?

And I'm warning you, - leave my informants alone.

You fucking dyke...

The conclusion of the Krassner- case - unquestionable suicide.

I'm sure we'll survive the grief.

A mutual friend said that you killed him.

You've been talking to Forselius...

- What was Krassner doing in Sweden? - He had started out on a book-project.

- What was it about? - It was supposed to be about your boss.

- And what was his crime this time? - The usual, a Russian spy since the 60's.

But all very incoherent.

- What about his evidence for the claim? - Nothing we haven't read in the papers.

And that's all?

- We worried for no reason, it turns out. - The reason for worry wasn't Krassner-

-but his uncle, Buchanan.

Where does he fit in, in all this?

Nowhere.

- Any additional material? - No, we have it all.

- Yes, from here. - You think he has more in the US?

That's something I can't evaluate.

And what's the meaning of the title "The Spy That Went East"?

Well, who knows?

And one more thing. Waltin.

- Yes? - I don't like him. Or his operation.

I feel a strong skepticism regarding Claes Waltin. It needs to be handled.

Just kidding.

Does it tickle?

Perfect...

- I hear Krassner committed suicide. - Yes, of course. From this Waltin?

- Now hold up, you initiated contact. - Yes, with Berg. He's a decent fella.

A bit foolish, like all cops, but a good man to deal with. He does as he's told.

- I should have handled it differently? - You should have left it to the staff.

You know how S�PO considers the likes of you and your boss?

I can't help to wonder why S�PO would kill Krassner.

To get their hands on his documents.

- But it was nonsense. - Yes, so they say.

- I knew his uncle, Buchanan. - Why am I not surprised?

- Christmas time is here... - This glorious piece of hell.

I heard that your dear boss waived personal security.

He wants privacy at the official residence.

Time off, with wife, children, christmas tree and presents. He's a simple man.

So am I.

Cheers.

Johansson?

Our representative from the NID.

Special advisor to the prime minister.

- The last time was interesting. - I don't know about that...

- Any new gossip? - I only get paperwork.

Join the club. Too bad your crusade against nightstick-Berg fell through.

Just as expected.

I guess so.

How long was he in custody? 3 days? Is that "team spirit"?

So they say. It doesn't interest me.

- So what's your interest? - The truth.

Excuse my prying. My nickname, for good reason, is Hedda Hopper.

- I don't know who that is. - Look it up sometime.

The question is how bureau chief Berg feels about the black sheep in the family.

That's a question best answered by him.

So there is a trace of said spirit, deep down there.

Touch�.

- I don't think he cares. - But you do?

Yes.

- Pathos. - That, I do know what it is.

"Not the type"... We never finished that conversation.

You said that Palme was the wrong type to be spying for the Russians.

I think I said that he was the right type, but not right now.

What did you say?

He's the wrong type to be a Russian spy.

That's right. He is wrong. He's so completely wrong.

It's Johansson. Can we meet?

It's about the prime minister.

To your boss, best regards from Fionn.

- How did you get hold of those papers? - Without asking, I won't explain further.

Christmas shopping on the east coast of the US?

Could be. The dollar is rated pretty low.

- And it's about Palme? - Some of it. Palme wrote parts of it,-

-old correspondence. Some of it is the foundation of Krassner's book.

It appears that Krassner was close to his uncle, Buchanan.

Buchanan worked for the US armed forces.

After WW2, he enlisted Palme to his organization.

Back then, he supported Buchanan's ideas.

Later as prime minister he started to openly criticize US foreign policies.

Krassner argued that Palme betrayed the American cause and Buchanan.

For this reason he wanted to portray Palme as a pro-Russian hypocrite.

"The Spy That Went East".

I see.

And?

I got it privately and he's not suspected of a crime. Thus, you can give it to him.

The fact that he was a spy, like many claim,-

-although not for the side they'd expect,-

-is of no interest of mine. I have no political agenda.

I find politics to be quite boring.

- Rid yourself of the headache? - Because it's not my headache.

And I will not meddle in the headaches of others.

Pilgrim.

- How did you get Krassner's documents? - And you?

I haven't seen a sheet. Who do you think I am?

I knew Buchanan, he was a spy. So I did the math.

All there is to it.

Who do you think is behind it?

Who wants to awaken the sleeping bear?

- Waltin. - Yes?

Have you told him to vacate his office? Bye.

We could have seen this coming, he hasn't been flying straight for years.

- We don't know which operatives he uses. - He's been a valuable asset, as you know.

The trick is to uphold balance. The whole thing is toppling over.

Are you willing to take the fall?

I will discuss it with him.

- Will that make you happy? - I'd rather take care of him.

You're the best boss the department's ever had.

The best one I've had.

Ever.

- I can't let Krassner go. - Ants in your pants?

The prelim may be cancelled, but I am sure Berg knows what really happened.

- Is it like a pimple on your butt? - Berg knows. But not that I know.

He'll get a chance to set things right, of what's left to set right.

Berg?

Distinguished guests show up early I see.

Step right in.

It's 11.30 a.m. I hope I'm not intruding.

No, what is it about?

You own a cat?

- Is it brand new? - No, 18th century.

So...what's this about?

We...

- There's been issues with the enterprise. - The social democrats wants to stop me.

Don't take it personal.

- Because of Krassner? - I can't see how.

- We did nothing to be ashamed of. - Krassner is ancient history, Claes.

- Then what is it? - It's not my call...

I guess it's political.

Political? What the fuck is that?

Well, if you could stop by the office and hand over your files and bookkeeping...

Well, I won't disturb you any longer...

It's me.

Come home, I need your help.

Claes?

What has happened?

I think your operative faced a situation which then forced him to kill Krassner.

- Don't call it "my operative". - You're ultimately responsible.

Yes.

Yes, it stinks.

- In that case they're guilty of murder. - Not "them". Just him, the operative.

The colleagues are convinced that it's a suicide. Any evidence to the contrary-

-is long gone. What's the operatives name?

Then ask your colleagues at S�PO, see if they'll give you an answer.

They dismissed it as a suicide...

...so...

....we can't even do a prelim.

No, you can't.

- You say Krassner was murdered? - I'm absolutely convinced of it.

So?

I won't pursue this, out of respect for you, but there is one condition.

Get rid of those responsible.

That has been taken care of.

Good.

Will you take the check?

They're shutting me down.

The entire operation.

They're shutting down a perfectly healthy operation because of some political heat.

After everything that I've done.

Everything that I have dug up.

All the crap that I've covered up.

All the shabby details that I've buried.

It's that fucking cunt Persson!

With his fucking polyester pants,...

...disgusting falukorv and sickening propaganda for the social democrats.

I can't just let them do this.

I can't let them sacrifice me.

Don't go anywhere.

I'll be in touch.

Berg's in a meeting. It's running late.

- What's it about? - I don't know.

- Who's there. - The head of the bodyguards.

Good ol' S�derstr�m.

- You fired him too? - No, the same old problem.

I see.

- What's our fearless leader up to now? - He wants to barrel-ride Niagara Falls.

Isn't that refreshing? Persson made a blunt attempt at humor.

Good. We all have to start somewhere.

Palme just cancelled his security. He may see a movie with his wife.

Nothing we haven't heard before.

How nice.

- Are they seeing anything good? - Some Mozart thing.

- But he'll probably stay at home. - Mozart. That was a gifted man.

Constantly harassed and questioned by less gifted men.

Is there something you want to say, Claes?

I thought that I just did.

- Is that for me? - Yes, I'm sorry.

All that's left.

Good. Thank you.

- Well, it's a shame... - Give me a break.

- You'll have to excuse me... - Yes, of course.

Goodbye, Claes. It's been a good ride.

Don't be sad, Persson. I'm quite convinced that we'll meet again.

Not if I see you first.

Wijnbladh, my man, how's it hanging?

Don't worry, refinement comes in many shapes and sized, don't be embarrassed.

- Stressful times? - Well, yes...

Your good friend Claes just felt the urge to acquire some art.

Let's see...

- So you store them in here? - This is the one. A Matisse.

- Yes, that's nice. - I got it last week.

- I like the simplicity of it. - Yes, totally.

- Really nice, who had it? - I don't know.

But I have so many Matisse.

But it's nice. Very nice.

I'm done, but you did the right thing.

A whole hell of nasty shit you have here.

Mostly confiscations, but we also buy stuff for the library.

I'm sorry that I couldn't be of any help.

No worries, Wijnbladh.

You've been plenty helpful.

Bye.

PRESENT DAY

What did you call killing your wife, kids and then yourself?

The painter's bullet. I read about the case in school.

- It was still in the archives. - Gold star. 1-1.

Palme was killed with .357 Magnum ammo.

- Where does this come from? - Extended suicide in Sp�nga 1983.

83? Is she spoken for, your colleague?

- Yes, she is. - Different guns create-

-different characteristics,- - Engaged, actually.

-and different imprints on the bullets.

- I know. - So why do you need me?

I want to know a specific thing about this bullet.

You've made that clear. I thought I'd give you a bit more for you not to fumble when-

-relaying the information to your colleagues. Such as this bullet-

-match the marks on the Palme-bullet.

But there are other marks too, probably due to the softer mantle on this bullet.

The probability that it's the same gun?

75-80% chance.

So what do you think?

I think...

...it's the same gun. But I wouldn't testify to it in court.

Coward...

There's a 75% chance that our bullet was fired with the murder weapon.

- Maybe 80. - That won't hold in court.

Okay, take the weapon. How did he get to the gun at forensics? Who's his contact?

- Wijnbladh. - How do you know?

- B�ckstr�m. - B�ckstr�m?

- Maybe he should be a part of our group. - Wijnbladh was even decorated by S�PO.

I want to know everything there is to know about Waltin.

G:son Henning, Wijnbladh and B�ckstr�m will be interrogated, and in that order.

- There's this nice restaurant... - No, I can't. Some other time.

Claes Waltin? Long time ago. Yes, we met at a bar on Biblioteksgatan.

He was 20, I was 10 years older. He had inherited money, so I helped him buy art.

We were acquaintances rather than friends.

Did he have any friends that you knew of?

No... But lots of women.

Lots of very young, beautiful women.

"Take them in the stride" as he used to say.

- How did you find me? - Does it matter?

- Yes. B�ckstr�m, is it? - You told him about the Palme-weapon.

- Well, I've never broken the law. - Okay, but tell us what you know.

Waltin showed me a photograph of the gun.

The gun rested on a newspaper that was dated 1 march, 1986.

The headline said "Olof Palme murdered".

- He didn't say how he got it? - No, he said he had access to it.

That it was in mint condition and that it was safely stored in the lion's den.

He denied any involvement on his part.

I don't want you to tell Waltin that we were here.

28 FEBRUARY 1986

His security was dismissed, but he may go to the movies.

- "May"? - We could get lucky.

- He lives in the same, old apartment? - Yes.

This operation's outside of normal procedure. The stakes are higher.

Will that be a problem for you?

And the compensation will of course be of a different order.

I'm sure you won't be disappointed.

I bought you some goodies.

It's in the fridge.

I can pick up the leftovers tomorrow.

Prime minister Olof Palme is dead.

He was murdered in the center of Stockholm at 11 p.m. yesterday.

Olof Palme and his wife had been to the cinema Grand.

A man shot Palme with two rounds to the chest.

He was rushed to hospital, but he was pronounced dead shortly after arriving.

I knew you'd be back. Matisse is Matisse after all.

And this piece is so great in its simplicity.

I mean, just look at this.

With only one pen, all this...

At the police press conference, chief commissioner Hans Holm�r displayed-

-two guns, one short barrel and one long.

This type of gun killed Olof Palme.

At this point we can say with certainty that the gun is a Smith & Wesson .357.

There is a statistical chance of error but that won't effect the investigation.

Idiot...

The ammunition is made by Winchester...

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