All language subtitles for To.Cook.a.Bear.S01E05.1080p.WEB.h264-EDITH

Jussi.

What were you doing in the mountains?

Looking around.

-How come?
-It's beautiful.

The peaks are so high,
there's always snow on them.

Really? There's snow in summer, too?

Yes, and you can see the whole world
from there.

We're glad that you're back, Jussi.
All of us.

I won't ask you where you've been.
You'll tell me yourself... if you want.

And I will never doubt you again.

Never again.

One day you will leave me...

to go see the world.

All sons eventually leave their fathers.

But I hope we'll part ways as friends.

Father, I know
you tried to protect Jolina.

I understand that.

Things have happened.

What?

Madam Sjödah?

-What is he doing here?
-What?

Oh. Jussi's just got back home
from a long journey.

-Just now?
-What's wrong? What happened?

Well, Mr... Mr. Beronius...

He's dead.

God.

The Lord bless thee and keep thee.

The Lord make his face shine upon thee
and be gracious unto thee.

The Lord lift up his countenance upon thee
and give thee peace. Amen.

Amen.

Jussi.

Do you see this?

Nothing.

What are you doing?

-The sheriff's been here?
-Yes.

What did he say?

That, uh...
Mr. Beronius died of an apoplectic stroke.

But you don't believe that he did.

You didn't bring me here to pray.

You want me to examine the body.
You don't trust the sheriff, do you?

Son, leave us alone.

Jussi stays here.
He is essential to this investigation.

The body is stiff and cold.

He most likely succumbed last night.

But more precisely, some time after six,
because that's when the rain started.

And the soles of his boots are wet.
He must've gone out around then.

-Do you know if he had any visitors?
-No.

-Check if the staff have seen anything.
-Yeah.

Now, I want to know
how the body was discovered.

Tell me everything.
Any detail could be of importance.

Well... Well, I...
I was in the dining room this morning,

waiting for him to come for...
for my portrait.

But when he never arrived, I...
I sent over a farmhand who...

who said the door was locked,
locked from the inside.

And then...

I hurried over here and looked through...
through the window and I saw...

I saw him lying on the bed there,
motionless.

-And then?
-Well...

Pardon. Then...

Then I let them break the door and I...

And I... I sent for the sheriff then.

And the sheriff examined him?

Sederin was with him.

And they quickly determined...

They said it was a stroke.

Madam. The bishop is here.

Yes.

Thank you, Alinda. I'm coming.

Isn't it a touch ironic?

You're now putting all your faith in
the very man you've been trying to banish.

Yes.

Huh.

Yes.

Why is she crying?

I'm sure you know.

They... They were a couple.

To some extent.
Mr. Beronius wasn't one for monogamy.

Take notes.

-But the bishop's here?
-Everything in due time.

We're going to find out
what happened here.

Did he have company?

-Cognac.
-And in the other?

I'm not certain.

-Maybe wormwood.
-Mm.

Note that.

Cognac and wormwood.

His commissions.

Look. Someone ordered a portrait.

But that page has been torn out.

Beronius charged a considerable fee.

The money must be hidden here somewhere.

What could've been here?

-The money.
-Hm.

It smells like metal.

The green markings on the bottom
are probably from copper.

Why are the marks only on the bottom
and not on the sides, too?

Copper coins must have rattled around
on the bottom. And the bills were on top.

What would I do without you?

Hello! There you are!

-Not now!
-Here.

Come, Jussi!

Shut the door.

Have you seen Maria
while I've been gone, Father?

A man has just died.
It's no time to yearn for your lover.

Sit down.

I've been reluctant to tell you this.

But Jolina is dead... murdered.

In all likelihood by the same man
who killed Hilda.

I had long suspected Beronius.
That's why I ordered the portrait.

So, I could get close to him.
I wanted to have a look in his cabin.

Look here. These pencil shavings.

They were scattered around the site
of Jolina's assault.

The other ones are from a pencil
that I borrowed from Beronius.

-They don't seem to be the same.
-No.

They're not from the same pencil.

And the artist didn't have a wound
on his shoulder, as you've seen.

Neither did the shopkeeper.

I, um, got a chance to examine it.

-Okay, then, who is it?
-I don't know.

But I'm afraid
he's the one who killed the artist.

How, though? The cabin was locked.
The windows were locked.

There's neither an attic
nor a cellar door.

So, who can leave a room
that's locked from the inside?

No one can. So, now there's only
one solution that I see.

-What's that?
-Think carefully, Jussi.

Someone pays him a visit,
someone who's ordering a portrait.

He writes down the visitor's name along
with a sum and the date in his ledger.

He takes his payment.
He puts the money in his coffer.

They toast to the deal, but the guest
has slipped something in Beronius's glass.

Something with a bitter scent.

-You stole them!
-I borrowed them.

To identify the substance. After a bit,
the artist has to relieve himself.

That's why he goes out in the rain,
in his boots.

While he's off in the outhouse,

the visitor takes the chance
to steal his money

and then he goes into the ledger
and tears out the page.

So...

When the artist came back in,
the visitor took his leave,

and Beronius locks the door.

Then the poison begins to take effect.

It wasn't wormwood
you were smelling after all.

It was prussic acid.

-Prussic acid?
-It's a very rare poison.

Many years back,
during a lecture in Uppsala,

I learned that the substance
can be detected by adding ferrous salts.

Quod erat demon strand um.

Father, you're incredible.

I'm not, but thanks anyhow.

Come here, sweetheart.

Now, when you enter the church,
there might be some glares.

-The sheriff has spoken ill of you.
-How so?

Well, he has insinuated
that you're the one behind the assaults.

But no need to fear.

Come, Jussi. You're innocent.
I know it, and so do you.

Good day, gentlemen.

So the Lapp dares to show his face.

Jussi has been away on a trip.
He has not been hiding.

If you say so.

Good morning. Hello, bishop.

I'm glad to see you. I wish it were
under less somber circumstances.

-Somber, indeed.
-How was the journey from Harnosand?

It was awful.

The staff says they didn't seen anything.

We are gathered here today
because a pastor in the Church of Sweden

has been reported as unfit for his office.

The first report regards a woman
who took her own life

and was buried in holy ground.
Madam Sjödahl, if you would.

Yes.

Uh, as everyone is aware,
the pastor made the radical decision

to bury the maid Jolina Eliasdotter
in the churchyard

despite the fact that both the sheriff

and the provincial physician determined
that the young woman took her own life.

And, well, as far as I know that's
in breach of the legal code of Sweden.

Thank you.

How would you like to defend your actions?

Madam is indeed correct
in her description of those events.

But I did not commit a crime,
because the girl was murdered.

That's a lie!

Sheriff, sit down.

The girl's father called for me
once the tragedy had already occurred.

I saw clear evidence
that the poor girl had been murdered.

I have made my findings quite clear

-to the congregation.
-But he is wrong!

The pastor does not respect
the medical sciences!

Dr. Sederin,
will you kindly sit back down?

I don't have the capacity, at the moment,
to weigh in on the cause of death,

but I can say that the law forbidding
those who have ended their own lives

from being buried in consecrated ground
isn't always upheld.

Out of Christian compassion
for one's neighbor, we often bend the law

and bury these poor souls
in our cemeteries. Sometimes.

If the burial in question
is performed quietly,

it can be deemed acceptable
by the church.

The report is thus dismissed.

Our next report regards the order
in which our services are conducted.

-Sheriff Brahe.
-Yes.

Well, Bishop, sir,
you've just said yourself.

The church has devolved into a henhouse.

People scream and cause disruptions,
and the sermons...

It is impossible for us
to take God's words to heart.

Thank you.

Pastor?

Dear friends...

that you're expressing yourselves
through voice and physical motion

during church services is for me
confirmation that your conversion

and repentance
are real and sincere.

During such moments,
I believe that every true Christian

feels the presence of the Holy Spirit.

I cannot fault them for that.

If these motions that you're describing
seem to be of a spiritual nature...

then we shan't repress them.

But to avoid arousing anger in others,
I suggest

those exhibiting the behavior leave
the church premises and return later.

The report is thus dismissed.

And the last report on our docket is
regarding the pastor's monetary accounts.

Mr. Mäkitalo?

Yes, if I may.

Many of us villagers suspect that
the pastor hasn't been entirely honest

when accounting for the funds
provided to relieve the poor

and to fund education.

Because of this, I have given the bishop
the bookkeeping documents for auditing.

Well, embezzlement is a serious offense...

which in our church can be grounds
for immediate discharge.

I have thoroughly audited
the church's bookkeeping

and find that everything
has been correctly accounted for.

In conclusion, I can assure you all

that the pastor still has
the full confidence of the church.

The report is dismissed.

They're betrothed now.

They seem happy, don't they?

I hope you received
your 30 pieces of silver in repayment.

I follow my conscience.

We were better off
before you came to town.

I'm grateful that you still have
confidence in me.

Could I perhaps interest you
in a visit to the vicarage?

If you'd care to look over my collection
of the flora of Lapland.

There's no need for all this pretense.

I've never liked you, Lasse,
and you know that very well. But...

someone must preach the words of God here.

There'll be many other girls.

I don't understand...

Why she's chosen to marry Roope!

People are mysterious by nature.

We have enough to think about, Jussi.

We have visitors.

Pardon, I didn't mean to interrupt.

I just wanted to introduce myself
to our congregation's newest member.

And we must prepare for the christening.

Well, look at you.

It never seizes to amaze.

Oh. There, there.

Oh, that's right. Yes.

I asked the bishop if I could keep
the reports made against me.

I understand that you wrote them.

Yes. Yes, I took dictation.

And might I ask
if you're familiar with graphology?

No.

It's the science
of how the inner qualities of the scribe

align with his handwriting.

I have never seen handwriting like yours.

Look here. Upward-pointing F, vigorous Ps.

They suggest
you're an unusually intelligent person.

You ought to take up studies in Uppsala.
I'm convinced you would excel.

And I think I could help with enrollment.

Really?

Yeah, but if so, I would have to be
certain you're the one who wrote this.

Do you have a pencil?

Yes, allow me.

Here you are.

Write something here, please.

"Our Father who art in heaven,
hallowed be thy name."

Yeah, it's you indeed.

I have to say pencils like these
are of the highest quality.

Where do you get them?

The sheriff gave it to me.

Uh-huh. I must look for the same one.

They're from Kvikkjokk.

-Has the sheriff been to Kvikkjokk?
-Yes.

Uh, why?

Uh, well, I lived there as a boy.

Do you know why he was there?

I doubt if he would travel that far
simply to buy pencils.

I think he was given them... as a gift.

He was there investigating the theft
of reindeer.

Oh, I understand.

Yes, an eternal problem
in the mountains.

When was this trip?

I just hope
he could witness the floral splendor.

It's remarkably beautiful up there when
the meadows are covered with aconite,

glacier buttercup, starry saxifrage
and bell-heather.

We, uh, were there in the early summer.

-So, then, you went as well?
-Yes, I was there for work.

Yeah. Of course.

Well, then, I'll leave you
to tend to your newborn.

-And Uppsala?
-Sorry?

Oh, yes, that's right. I'll look into it.
Certainly.

They were in the mountains...
in early summer,

right before Hilda Wanhainen was murdered.
Understand what this means?

-The bell-heather.
-It grows everywhere up there.

And we found it
where poor Hilda was attacked.

We must check
if the pencil shavings match.

They're identical.

Are they not?

-Is it Michelsson?
-Do you think?

-Or the sheriff?
-Don't guess. Think it over.

Both have the pencils.
Both were in the mountains.

Brahe uses boot grease, and it wouldn't
surprise me if Michelsson did as well.

But which is brutal enough to kill her?

So full of wrath
and bereft of human of compassion?

It's just me.

What do you want?

Are you happy?

-What?
-With Roope.

-Why did you choose him?
-Go.

-Maria...
-I want you to go away.

Remember when we were dancing?

You are more beautiful
than all the angels in heaven.

You don't understand.

We could leave this place. You and I.
It's not too late.

Maria?

-Go.
-What the hell are you doing here?

Roope!

Stop! Stop, damn it!

-What the hell do you want with Maria?
-Nothing!

Nothing? You want nothing?

So you just sneak around her
for no reason?

-I haven't done anything to her!
-But you wanted to, didn't you, boy?

-The same as you did to Hilda and Jolina.
-No!

She's mine! What can't you understand,
you dirty noaidi?!

Sh, sh, sh, shh.

Jussi!

Jussi!

Jussi. Shh.

Kajsa!

Jussi.

-Is the Lapp here?
-What happened?

We have to speak with him.

He's still unconscious. He's hanging
between life and death. I demand a reason!

-It's a matter for law enforcement.
-Who assaulted my son?

-It was self-defense.
-Self-defense? Against what?

As I said,
it's a matter for law enforcement.

Get out of here!

We'll be back!

Jussi!

-There...
-Jussi!

-Oh, thank the Lord!
-Water!

-Oh, Lord, our creator!
-He needs water.

There. Here. Drink a little.

You must tell me, Jussi.
They'll be back.

Was it the sheriff?

-Roope.
-Roope?

And another man. His brother.

What happened?

He was jealous.

Uh, I spoke to Maria.

And Aho, the master, he saw us.
Roope, he thinks that...

He thinks I who... Hilda and Jolina.

Was he the one who branded your shoulder?

There was another.

-What?
-He came later.

-Tell me. Who was it?
-I don't know.

Uh, his face was covered in cloth.

Murderer. He left his signature.

Was he big? Big and sturdy? Well?

I don't know. I was nearly blind.

I swear I'll kill him.

And Roope. I swear I'll show them all.

-What are you saying?
-It's the only way.

No. Revenge is not justice.
You don't fight a sin with a sin.

The Lord punishes the unrighteous
and He spares the God-fearing.

Why didn't He spare Hilda
and Jolina, then?

We must hide you away.

As soon as you're strong enough,
you'll leave this place.

Move away from the door!

He's not here.

No, this is shameful!

This is...

-Where's that Lapp hiding?
-We don't know.

-You don't know?
-He disappeared last night.

I don't blame him.
He was presumed guilty.

-And the money, where is it?
-What money?

The artist's money. It's been taken.

-Do you really think that...
-I know!

I know that you and that Lapp
have been snooping around in his cabin.

-We prayed for his soul.
-Oh, for several hours?

I've already spoken with the staff.
Don't you lie to me.

I'll look through every inch of this place
until I find the money and the boy.

In the meantime,
why don't you say a prayer?

Don't touch the children!

Do not touch the children!

Keep him away!

Have you seen the Lapp?

-No.
-Are you sure about that?

Get me the ladder.

It's all right.

Hold on to that.

Spare my son.

We've witnessed yet another miracle.

Johan Raattamaa is an excellent preacher.

You can learn a lot.

He lives in Saivomoutka.

Follow the Muonio River
and you'll find him.

He will look after you.

Just a few more days.

You'll eat and rest and stay here
in the attic, then we leave.

I'll go with you to Kaunisjoensuu.
And then you'll go on by yourself.

And the sheriff?

I'll take care of him.

One way or another,
I won't let him get away.

I'll take care of him.

And forget about Maria.

You can't see her again.

Do you understand?

Just say it.

Just say it.

I have who red.

Roope has ended the betrothment.
She has ruined her life.

Whoredom is a serious offense.

Against the law, against God.

Are you remorseful?

Yes.

Look at me.

Are you really?

Yes.

-Do you want to repent for it?
-Yes.

And do you wish for absolution?

Yes.

Well, then, your sins are forgiven.

In Jesus Christ's name and blood.

Amen.

I know everything...
about the child and about Roope.

But I can look after it.

I can be its father.

And look after you.

Maria?

Maria!

Let's leave this place, together.

-I'll go wherever you want, Jussi.
-Maria!

Tonight.

Maria!

Pst! Maria?

Don't worry.

Come on.

What are you doing?

Don't move!

Maria, run! Run!

It's him.

Here's the wound.

Maria!