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I'll break his neck like a bird

and infect his body with incurable diseases.

For I am death and I will fly in on silent wings

if anyone dares disturb the king's rest.

It wasn't, like that. It's incorrectly cited.

- Eje... - No, Puck!

Let my son-in-law to speak out. It would be interesting to know

what a student of medieval churches can teach me about Pharonic Egypt

Didn't I already know after 30 years of excavations.

- Dad, Eje is an associate professor. - Yeah, yeah...

Maybe an associate professor would know the difference between a lecture and a bedtime story.

- Where was I...? - In Tutankhamen's tomb.

- Exactly! - Weren't you scared?

Of a two thousand year old mummy? What do you think of your old uncle?

You have to pull the bandage. There's nothing inside. Just air!

- Lotta's time to go to bed. - I want to hear about the curse.

- Say goodnight to the guests. - Do as Auntie Hjordis says.

- Good night, Uncle John. - Goodnight, my darling...

- Goodnight, Lotta. - Good night, sweetheart.

I'd appreciate it if you didn't fill my girl's head with superstitions.

Is it just Puck and I who have imagination?

This is a vicarage. Show a little respect.

When you admit Christianity originated in blasphemous myths.

- What does the Bible say about theft? - I don't want to discuss it.

You know I'd win.

I don't want to talk to someone who's bound to be right all the time.

I can't.

Dear brother, in the case of theft there's no difference

between Christianity and folklore. It's the same message.

When greed opens the door, death crosses the door-stop.

- Have a little more. - Dad knows where the booze is.

Yes, I know my dad.

Merry Christmas!

- You're crazy... - You wanted it.

- Hello? - Go, hide.

Hello?

- Barbara? Barbara? - Wait a bit.

Hi. How was the rehearsal?

What were you doing?

I know what you were doing.

What?

- You were wrapping the presents. - Yes, but you mustn't peek.

You? Can you take out the Christmas Ham when it's finished?

- Do you have to go out? - Yes. Just for a little while.

Barbara, wait.

Merry Christmas.

But what... Arne...

Do you like it?

I'll help you.

- It must have cost a fortune. - I love you.

"Murder in the Night" by P. Ruubeck.

Mm. I don't want you to say who the author is.

- Why not? - I don't want him to know.

Don't worry. It's fantastic.

I don't want him to think that just because I wrote it.

- Puck, your dad isn't always right. - No. Neither are you, Eje.

No. I don't know the difference between a lecture and a bedtime story.

Don't be so sensitive. Where's the gold string?

I don't know. There, at the bureau.

- Wasn't Tord going to visit the sick in Kila? - Yes.

Arne?

Arne!

Thank you, darling. Just what I wanted.

- The pastor didn't need it. - I'm glad you were so happy, Hjordis.

Here we have a small unopened package.

And you see immediately it's from my little Puck. No verses.

- I think it's a book. - You don't know everything, kiddo.

"Murder in the Night. "

Yes, it sounds... uplifting.

John, the author's actually very talented.

P. Ruubeck? Never heard of him. Honestly Puck, I'm surprised.

You know I don't like entertainment literature.

Yes, Dad, I know.

- Are you expecting visitors? - No.

- Go and see. - Yes.

- Take a look! - No, it's not for little girls.

Murder and nights and stuff...

Names... Hello. Barbara?

- I'm sorry, but is Arne here? - No. Why would Arne be here?

I didn't want to disturb you on Christmas Eve. I didn't want to come here.

You're always welcome. You know that? Has something happened?

I haven't seen Arne since 18:00.

- Maybe he went for a drive. - No, the car's in the garage.

- Didn't he say where he was going? - No, he was supposed to look after the ham.

Are any objects or clothing missing?

Sorry. This is my niece Puck. My brother John.

- Good evening. - Puck's husband, Associate Professor Einar Bure.

This is Barbara Sandell, wife of the owner of the general store.

If your husband's missing, we'll help you look.

Associate Professor Einar Bure?

- Is that what you're usually called? - No. Eje.

- Nice to meet you. - I'll get my coat...

- No, you celebrate Christmas... - I insist.

- We'll help everybody. - Me too!

I'll go with you and keep an eye on Lotta.

Yes, let's go.

Lotta, it's best you stay with Puck.

- I want to go into the house too. - Stay and play with Pia.

- Eh... Puck. - Some things men take care of.

- Why? - Because they're big and strong.

We'll wait out here, Lotta.

We'll go in.

- Arne isn't there. - How do you know?

When I went to deliver Christmas hyacinths, no one was there.

I found Arne's jacket.

- Have you checked if there's anything in it? - No.

- Is it OK if I...? - Yes, absolutely.

- The door's unlocked. - Come away, Lotta.

- Isn't it weird? - Yes. We'll tell Barbara later.

Can't we look inside a little, first? So we didn't get her unnecessarily?

- Wait here. - I want to look too.

You'll get to look later.

- Puck? - Run and get Eje, Lotta.

- Puck, it's... - Go get Eje. Now.

- But I couldn’t go in there. - You get him now.

"And they praised God and said. "

"Glory to God in the highest and peace on earth"

"among people in whom he is pleased. "

- It was a nice Christmas service, Uncle Tord. - Under the circumstances, so...

Do you know if...

- Do you know if the police arrived? - Yes, it was...

Someone from the Homicide in Stockholm. Christer something.

- Wijk? - Right.

- Down at the general store? - Yes.

Tell Hjordis I'll be a little late at the church coffee party.

- Where did Puck go? - To the general store.

Apparently she knows the policeman.

Puck Bure.

Are you going to confess your crimes?

- What could my motives be? - To meet me, of course.

I admit.

- Have you discovered anything? - Yes.

- And? - What do you think?

Eh... I found him behind the counter

but the blood stains indicate the site of the murder was in front of the counter.

Yes. So if the body was moved, why is there any blood behind the counter?

He stopped bleeding before he was moved.

- Did the killer stay for a whole hour? - Or did he return?

Yes... The church coffee party at the rectory.

Gossip.

- Snacks, Christer? - Yes please.

The pastor has a little more to do now Arne's dead.

Did any of you see Arne on Christmas Eve?

We rehearsed with the church choir and Arne was there, so...

- Miss...? - Susanne. Motander.

Yeah. Miss Susanne, did you see Arne after the rehearsal?

- Is this an interrogation? - No, absolutely not. We're just having coffee.

- Mrs...? - Tekla Motander.

Widow of Manager Motander and Susanne's mother.

Straighten Up.

Susanne, what did you do after the rehearsal?

I went home. With mom.

- And then you were at home all night? - No, I went back to the church.

I wanted to visit my father's grave.

Then Mrs Motander was alone in the house?

There were many questions at this non-interrogation.

You may begin to respond to any of them.

I'm saying nothing, I have nothing to say.

Lotta, tell me what you saw.

I went to hand out Christmas Hyacinths to Arne and Barbara. But no one was there.

- Not Barbara either? - No.

- How do you know? - When no one answered, I went in.

- Lotta! - I just wanted to leave the hyacinths, not snoop.

- Did you notice anything unusual? - I think I heard a motorcycle.

- Marten Gustafsson. - Who?

Marten Gustafsson. Comes from a very pious family.

His father was the church-warden here for many years. The boy's a degenerate. Yikes!

- Apparently he's a communist. - Oh, is that so? He is a thug!

- Mom! - Straighten Up. You look like a bum.

Examine the case itself. He has convictions. Several.

Marten's no thug.

Barbara, I didn't see you at church, so apparently you're ashamed of something.

If I were you I'd accommodate me, Tekla.

I know a few more things about you too.

- Slut. - Oops...

I didn't bring a change of clothes yesterday and I'd prefer not to go to the house by myself.

Could you come with me?

- Absolutely. - I'll do it. I can do that, Einar.

Do the ladies permit me to go with you?

Certainly.

Who else besides you and your husband had a key to the store?

- Conny Lundgren. - The Church Janitor?

- Yes. He's also a clerk in the store. - He seemed tired at the church.

When he's sober, he's kind, but when he drinks he becomes nasty.

Even to Arne?

Mrs. Sandell?

Conny also worked for the old shopkeeper.

She wanted him to take over, but he had no money.

When he got drunk, he brought it up and then he was hateful about her.

- But you let him work there? - Yes. It was Arne's decision.

What did you do when Lotta came with the hyacinths?

I was in the basement to get some port wine. I was gone for five minutes.

While Arne disappeared, Lotta snooped around and the ham burned?

Maybe it took a little longer than that.

Sometimes it can be a bit difficult to find the right bottle.

- Conny Lundgren? - Oh! I didn't think anyone was here.

- There was. - I'll just pick up something and go soon.

Looking for this?

No.

I wasn't here on Christmas Eve. Not after closing time.

I went home to my brother and was there all night.

Weren't you at church when the choir was rehearsing?

Well, I went home to my brother's later and I was there all evening.

Want one?

No. No thanks, I'm fine anyway.

Do you think Arne Sandell stole this business from you?

No. I had nothing against Arne.

He was... decent and hearty.

Women came from three different villages to get a glimpse of Arne's smile.

Ask my brother. He can confirm everything I said.

- Where can I find him? - Marten? He's around here.

- Marten Gustafsson? - Yes.

- He's your half-brother? - Yeah, right.

What's so funny?

Take a drink now, Conny.

If you're going to lie, we can have a glass.

- I'm not lying. - Yes, you are.

If you lie to the police, make sure your alibi wasn't somewhere else.

Marten was out of the village when Arne was murdered.

Now tell me what really happened.

Puck?

Don't touch it.

I'm sorry, I'm so sensitive about Arne’s things.

I understand.

I need help with the zipper.

It would be nice.

Thank you.

What did you mean by what you said to Tekla? That you knew things?

It was just something I said. I didn't mean anything by it.

- What beautiful beads. - Yes. A Christmas gift from Arne.

How do I look?

None of this would've happened, if Marten hadn't tricked me.

He said he'd bought alcohol for Christmas so there was enough

but he hadn't bought enough. So we finished the bottle.

Then I remembered I had left a bottle here in the boot.

Arne was already dead.

Did you move the body?

I panicked. The only thing I thought was I'd get blamed.

I didn't kill Arne.

When you arrived on Christmas Eve Tord asked if Arne had gone for a drive.

Before Arne bought the general store he drove a taxi. He continued to do that.

- Did the business prosper? - Yes, I think so. Arne took care of it.

I... I think I forgot something.

Can you take my bag and go in? I'll be right back.

- Sure. - Thank you.

- What could I have done then? - You could've come to me directly.

That would be neat. Everyone would be suspicious right away.

What should we do?

- I must go. - Barbara, wait.

Marten Gustafsson. Lotta heard his motorcycle on Christmas Eve.

- And you saw him kiss Barbara? - More of an embrace. It was romantic.

Arne's barely cold and Barbara throws herself at anyone in pants.

- Romantic? In what way? - I'm not going to show you.

Christer, there was a break-in at the church. The church silver's gone.

Can you keep an eye on Lotta so we can go to the church.

Sure.

When did you open the chest last?

We had a baptism last Saturday.

Did you take out the silver for matins?

No. After what happened, I felt it wasn't appropriate.

- Who has the key? - Conny, you understand, and the church-warden.

- Who's that...? - Yes... It was Arne.

- Lotta? - Mm...

Can I come in?

Can you tell me what you did between 17:00 and 18:00 on Christmas Eve.

17:00 and 18:00? I wrapped presents.

- Did anyone see you? - Eje was with me the whole time.

- Mm. Come in. - Thank you.

- Have you got Uncle Tord's books? - No, I borrowed them from Barbara.

- Do you know which is her favourite? - Do you know?

- "Death's Kisses. " Exciting. - Mm.

How's the investigation going? Do you have any suspects yet?

One shouldn't fix on a suspect early in the investigation.

No. You're right. You're a real little private investigator.

Barbara?

My necklace. It was the last thing I got from Arne.

Wait, I'll help you.

I really don't want to eat there...

Now we'll see...

I have it. Ouch! Ow, ow...

Thank you.

- Alright? - Yes. I'll just get a little bump.

- Feel better? - Yes, a little.

Another.

Now?

Why did you do that?

I don't know.

Maybe because I recognize myself in you.

We're both outsiders here.

- Hi. - Hello, hello.

- Eje? - Hm...?

I can't stop thinking about Barbara.

Me neither.

- Ouch! Huh? - What?

- What are you doing? - What?

- I haven't said anything. - You said you thought about Barbara!

Puck, I'm sleeping. I'd like to go back to sleep.

- So you can continue to think about Barbara? - I'm going to sleep.

If I was thinking about Barbara, I'm sorry.

I'll never think of anyone but you. Happy now?

Do you think she's beautiful?

No.

- What's wrong with her, then? - There's nothing wrong with her.

- So you think she's beautiful? - You're putting words in my mouth.

If you don't think there's anything wrong with her, then you think she's beautiful?

- What do you want me to say? - She may have murdered her husband, Eje.

Are you saying that because you have proof? Or because you don't like her?

Hi, it's me. Don't put the blame on me. It was your idea, not mine.

I didn't force you to do something you didn’t want to do.

There's just one last thing we need to do, then it's over.

Yes, I promise.

Mrs. Bure?

Mrs. Bure?

- Where's Eje? - Talking a walk with Barbara.

You slept through breakfast, so I brought a tray for you.

What is it about curves and blonde hair?

She's got curves and blonde hair, but what does she have in her head?

Oh well. She's superficial and spoiled, but she knows how to get what she wants.

- Well, Mrs. Bure... - Puck.

Puck, I'm afraid I haven't been completely honest.

I lied about Arne. And about me.

Sit down.

Shortly after my father died

I was forced to move to Ostersund to support myself.

I knew no one there. So I met Arne who was there on business trip.

- Yes... We started to hang out. - As a couple?

Women like me can't attract men like Arne.

- Why do you say that? - l’m not pretty.

I'm not attractive in that way, I know.

- So what happened? - Nothing.

He came back here and I stayed in Ostersund.

- How did you end up here? - I saw an advertisement in the newspaper.

And Arne had spoken so much about the West Coast, so...

- And so you came here? - Yes. I feel responsible for Lotta.

And for... Yes, because...

- For... - Uncle Tord?

- Mrs. Bure, this isn't suitable. - Puck.

Yes, for the vicar. Yes.

- Marten Gustafsson? - Corporal fascist?

Were you seen in the village on Christmas Eve?

It's a free country. Or is claimed to be.

- I don't need to explain myself. - You and Conny don't celebrate Christmas?

Christmas is just an excuse for capitalists and...

By the capitalists you mean a general shopkeeper?

If you think I'm mourning for Arne Sandell, you're mistaken.

He was an exploitative capitalist, but I didn't kill him.

What's your relationship with Barbara Sandell?

- She's Arne's wife. - Are you in love with her?

You have a suspended sentence for car theft. One call from me

and you can continue grinning in jail.

- You still don't understand. - No? It doesn't seem that complicated.

An older woman, urbane, handsome. Poor marriage.

A young man with a lingering hatred of society.

The only one who stands in the way of their happiness is her spouse.

Do you have something concrete to accuse me of?

Oops.

- Marten is inoffensive. - You don't have a relationship with him?

He's a puppy. I've always preferred alpha males.

Like Arne.

How was your marriage?

We were happy.

Yes, yes. If you say so.

I'd like to look a bit into the general store accounts.

- Why? - To get a picture of the finances.

- They were healthy. - Did you do the accounts?

- No. It was Arne. - Then.

The records.

They're in the safe at the agricultural bureau.

What did she say?

She was going to flee the country with Marten and therefore had to kill Arne.

Christer...

- Why do you think it's Barbara? - She has no alibi for Christmas Eve.

Half the village has no alibi for Christmas Eve. Only Tord made it clear where he was.

- Christer? - Yes?

- I should have said this before... - What?

Tord may not have visited the sick. His car was parked throughout Christmas Eve.

- Maybe he walked? - That's three miles to Kila.

Many around him died under mysterious circumstances.

- There were nine people and a bird. - A Bird?

When Carter opened the tomb his canary was eaten by a cobra!

What sick person did you visit on Christmas Eve?

- I can't tell you. - Why not?

There's a trust between me and my charge.

And God?

- Can anyone corroborate your alibi? - What's this?

- Leave off Christer... - Accusing a vicar!

- So don't... - There's been a murder.

While you are a guest at someone's home.

If you'll excuse me maybe we can get Christmas lunch ready.

- Did you walk three miles to Kila? - Eh... Sorry, what do you mean?

- You didn't drive the car from the parsonage? - I left the key in the church.

- I went back to get it. - Did you meet Susanne Motander?

- No, I didn't meet Susanne. - You mean Susanne's lying?

The topic isn't suitable with a child in the room.

No, I can imagine.

- No, I didn't see anyone on the road. - So the pastor's lying?

- I... - You never went to the church, right?

- Yes. - If so, he's lying.

I went a different route. Through the woods.

It's shorter. Because I didn't want to meet the pastor.

- What was your relationship with Arne? - Guess for yourself.

Arne was twice as old as Susanne. Could my daughter have waylaid him?

Everyone can stab someone from behind with an axe.

- But Susanne was at the cemetery. - Thank you, I heard it the first time.

Goodbye.

- Where did you go after the rehearsal? - To the cemetery.

I know what you were up to.

And I know all about your secret agreement with Arne.

How convenient he died! Now you'll never have to answer for what you've done.

Not another word.

- Lotta? Time to go to sleep. - Yes. Soon.

Not soon. Now. I'll look in on you in five minutes. When you are lying in bed.

- Five minutes. - Yes.

Arne came here penniless, but could afford to pay 50,000 kroner for the general store.

- And buy a pearl necklace for Barbara. - But the general store barely got by.

- Did he have a bank loan? - No. I think I've missed something...

- What have you missed? - Where have you been?

Where have I been? I've just been out for a ride.

Hjordis!

Hjordis!

My God. But Lotta was here. I looked in on her myself.

Yeah. But where is she now, then?

Lotta!

Lotta!

Do you hear? The Church.

Lotta?

- Did you hear her? - The door was open.

Christer check the pews. We'll continue down there.

Lotta?

- Christer? - Did you find something?

I don't know. Maybe.

- Help! - Lotta!

Help!

Help! Help!

- Oh my God! - Who is it?

It's Eje.

- So. Are you okay? - Mm.

Christer!

- Did you see my tracks? - Yes. You were really good.

- Lotta, you don't scare me like that! - Sorry. I just wanted to help.

You're all I have left. What would I do if something happened to you?

Where did you come from?

- What do you mean? - Odd, you just showed up.

Where did you come from?

Come on, let's go home.

Uncle Tord?

Christer, she's only ten years old.

Lotta's a witness in a murder investigation. I'll question her if I want.

- Why did you go to the cemetery? - He flashed.

Flashed?

Like lovers do in novels. I understand he must be the killer.

- You ran straight towards him? - I wanted to see who it was.

- And who was it? - I didn't see.

Why couldn't you see who it was?

I came into the cemetery and saw a bag.

When I went to open it, someone covered my eyes.

- Who did that? - I don't know.

- And then? - A lady tied my arms.

- How do you know it was a lady? - She had nails.

Do you know who she was?

Barbara?

You have no reason to suspect Barbara.

She's not here. She wasn't looking.

You're obsessed with her. It wasn't Barbara.

How can you tell?

Eje, if you know something, maybe you should say it.

I was with Barbara when Lotta disappeared.

- What were you doing then? - Nothing. I helped her with something.

- With what? - Nothing important.

In that case, you may as well tell.

- Are we done? Lotta go to bed. - Soon.

I'll go as well.

- Is this yours? - No.

- Let me see it. - Do you recognize it?

It's Susanne's.

I forgot it on Christmas morning. Anyone could've taken it.

- You weren't in the church that night? - No.

- You didn't lock Lotta in the crypt? - No. I wasn't in the church.

This is serious, Susanne. Think about it.

- What... - Silent.

- Where were you that night? - I wasn't in the church!

Did you lie right to my face? Mother, not me, young lady.

I won't take responsibility for her. I went to bed early and don't know what she did.

- I wasn't in the church! - I don't understand you! Where are you?

I'm not finished with you!

Her father's dead hit her hard.

You'll find out for yourself, I guess.

If one looks away. The pastor indulges in sin.

Not now, John. Please, not now.

- Will you give your brother a glass? - Yes.

Thank you.

Lotta's so similar to Puck at that age so it's a little eerie.

- It's in the genes. - You and I weren't the same.

Yes, yes. I remember some quirks we had for ourselves.

I lied.

I lied about what I did on Christmas Eve.

- Tell Christer. - No.

- Don't you understand what that means? - I can't!

Because you love Barbara?

Yes.

Inspector!

- Do have something to tell me? - Yes.

- Did you know my father? - Just by name.

He was an amazing man.

He was warm and generous.

What he saw in that hag I'll never understand.

- Are we talking about your mother now? - She killed him.

Your father?

I believed this concerned Arne Sandell.

It began with my father.

- How did he die? - "A burst appendix. "

- Do you think it was something else? - No.

Now I don't understand. A ruptured appendix isn't murder.

Although she refused to care for him?

She let him scream in pain?

He lay there for several hours and she didn't call for help.

She said he was putting it on.

Anyone could see that wasn't so.

When she finally called, so... It was too late.

She knew it.

- Did Arne drive? - Yes.

And dad told Arne, mom had murdered him.

- It was the last thing he said. - How do you know?

I heard Arne tell mom.

If this is true, why didn't Arne go to the police?

The police wouldn't give Arne money. Mom did.

- So Arne blackmailed your mom? - Yes.

And that's why she killed him.

Good morning.

I need help with something.

It isn't really convenient right now.

No. And why not?

I promised Barbara to drive her to Kila.

Yes.

- She just lost her husband. - If you say so.

I'm there to support her.

Why is that?

I haven't said anything.

- What does Puck say about that? - Jesus, what a hypocrite you are!

I didn't do anything with Barbara.

You haven't been able to say the same.

Do you think I'm a role model in relationships, by any means.

- Good morning. - Good morning.

- What? - Nothing.

I have an idea how we can clarify this confused situation.

I was going to go and get my hair done. Do you want to come?

- Yes. - Good.

How nice you have it here on the West Coast. Very peaceful.

- Are you from here, or? - I live in Stockholm.

- A man was murdered here. - Don't forget the church silver.

And the church silver disappeared. But it came back.

- When did that happen? - On Christmas Eve. Arne Sandell was his name.

- Very nice man. - I was just with him.

I met Barbara Sandell the other day.

- She was his wife. - We call her the Black Widow.

As soon as she walks down the aisle with a man, he dies.

- Has she been married before? - Not married, but...

But...?

She had an affair with her boss.

- Who was he? - Gerhard Motander was his name.

- So typical. The President and Secretary... - Doesn't your husband have a secretary?

If Bengt even thought about it, he'd be gone like Gerhard Motander.

- How? - He'd die.

- Ann-Marie, don't say that. - How did he die then?

- Inflamed appendix. - it says...

Just three weeks later Barbara got engaged to Arne.

Bengt, you shouldn't sound so arrogant Ann-Marie may hear.

- Settled now, she didn't hear. Or? - You're not rich enough for her.

Arne was well off, not rich when they got married?

- I heard. - He had to repent for it.

He worked like a donkey to keep her in mink fur and jewels.

The only one who doesn't mourn Arne's death is Arne himself. Now he gets some rest.

So she went over the top, and justifiably so.

Tekla hired a private detective to rummage into Barbara's past.

Really? Did he find anything?

- She had cheated money from men before. - Was she a gold digger?

- She will gladly dig my gold. - Not if Ann-Marie hears.

Not if Ann-Marie hears.

If it's true, couldn't the police find something in their archives?

- If they are incompetent. - It didn't lead to a prosecution.

Barbara fled Vasteras by the skin of her teeth. So, she moved here.

What did the director think about that?

- The old token. - He was in love.

He would be different and live happy ever after with Barbara.

- But he couldn't. - Before he died, after all.

- What did Susanne do now, then? - Nothing.

- Like you, when your husband died. - You talked to Susanne, I hear.

- Why? - It's her conspiracy theory.

Really? Otherwise, do you believe she'd take your part.

Gerhard thought about leaving you both for a woman no older than Susanne.

- Susanne knows nothing about it. - Did you pay for Arne's silence?

There was no reason. Gerhard died of a ruptured appendix.

Scandal has been hard for you, hasn't it?

I think you gave Arne money to buy the general store.

- Did I say something funny? - I didn't Arne give anything.

According to your bank you took out thousand kroner every month.

But nothing this month.

Was it to silence Arne for good?

I couldn't care less about Arne. If I wanted to kill anyone, I'd kill Barbara.

She's the problem.

I know you don't love me. I love you

but for me love is more than that. Friendship, community, family...

- I don't feel that way about you. - Maybe not today...

I'll never feel that way about you.

- But please... - It's enough now.

- Barbara... - I want you to go.

Barbara?

What did Tord say to you?

Arne and I were meant for each other.

We were of the same mettle.

No one understands me like he understood me.

No, probably no one's saying anything else?

Yes, they are.

Just because I don't cry or faint or lock myself in my room.

No...

Can you imagine I never had a black dress.

- Is it new? - Yes, I bought it today.

For the money?

What?

Christer searched through your finances and there's no money.

Do you, Tekla and Hjordis judge me?

- I just play the game. - Which game?

What you have to play as a woman if you want to get by.

I don't play.

Maybe not if you're an academic from Uppsala.

Who paid for the dress?

Who paid?

Eje.

You can go now, Puck. I have to change.

Barbara, I just wanted to see if... Puck.

What are you doing here?

What am I doing here? What are you doing here, Eje?

- I wanted to ask Barbara... - If the dress fit?

- It was a loan. - Whenever do you think you'll get it back?

She needed a black dress for the funeral.

Wait... A black dress. And another one. And a black dress!

- How blind can you be? - She said she...

I don't care! Are you so desperate? She's playing with you!

No. She shows me attention unlike you.

- I don't want to hear this. - You didn't hear yourself!

- What? - It's Christer, always Christer.

- A man's dead, Eje! - Someone is always dead, Puck!

I'd never, Puck...

I'd never do anything.

Me neither.

I know.

- What are we doing? - I don't know.

I love you. Just you.

I love you too.

Shall we go down?

Yes, we can't sit still here.

- Lotta, what are you doing here? - I followed you.

- You can't go out at night. - You do.

What was that?

- Puck, there's something down here! - Arne should be there.

There's something down there now!

Come back and stand still. Wait there.

What is that?

I waited to tell you about Barbara until I knew who stole the church silver.

- Why? - The murder hasn't got anything to do with the theft.

- Oh! Will you tell me why we're here? - No.

Who are you protecting?

- Huh? - You're the woman who tied up Lotta.

- So who are you protecting? - No one. I didn't touch Lotta.

You said you left the scarf Lotta was tied up with in the Church

so anyone could've taken it.

But Lotta wasn't tied up in the church. She was tied up before she was carried in there.

- Marten, no. - Susanne!

I was the one who stole the church silver.

Barbara was always confused about my heretical opinions on religion.

She said I wouldn't dare steal the silver, so I gave it to her.

- It was a joke. - Are you saying stealing the church silver is a joke?

I wasn't going to keep it.

She was going to return it, but failed to do so, because...

Because the pastor came to find her.

True?

Yes...

You should know if you hear anything nasty about me,

Basically I'm innocent.

Yes, yes. Sure.

You didn't inform the police?

I made the decision it was up to Barbara to decide that.

Because you love her?

This isn't the right forum to address such things.

Everyone's had the chance to talk "in the right forum," so let's do this:

What role did Susanne play?

To be Look Out while I put it back.

I never intended to hurt Lotta.

We were on the way back with a note where you could find her, but we saw you looking.

Were you afraid to go to jail because of your probation?

Yes. I'll take my punishment.

- You think you can escape so easily? - Does the pastor suggest something else?

We need a new church-warden now Arne's dead.

- Huh? - It's better than prison.

- Can you do that? - What do you say?

Should we reward him? Of course, he's a danger to society!

Or to your daughter, Tekla.

- What? - How thick in the head are you?

Susanne's in love with you.

On Christmas Eve, when you can't have visited your father's grave, what did you do?

- I won't hear another word. - Shall we talk about your secrets?

Susanne, what do you say? Should we talk about mom's secrets?

As long as my mom doesn't interfere in my life,...

...Can she live with what we won't talk about.

Then I have no more questions for the time being. You can all go.

Yes but...

Susanne, come back!

How nice they look.

- Does this mean we're related now? - Yikes!

"Anyone who is in debt isn't free. "

The bottom of Arne's calendar.

Who is in debt? Whoever wrote the note or Arne?

I don't know, but maybe Barbara had a meeting with the author of the note.

- Who later, proved to be the killer. - Yes.

It must be Tekla. She was indebted to Arne.

Or if it was the opposite. It's so confusing. Who's in debt to whom?

It's not Tekla. The note was written on this machine.

What is it...?

Aunt Hjordis?

- Do you remember, you helped me in the kitchen? - Yes, earlier today.

- Remember Barbara came in? - Yes.

Do you remember what she said?

She said you'd meet her at the cemetery.

- Are you sad? - Oh no. No, no.

- Where's Hjordis? - She wanted to say goodnight to Lotta.

No, I don't want to.

- I don't! Please! - Lotta!

- Don't come here! Don't come any closer! - Let her go!

She is a child!

- You don't want to do Lotta any harm. - Don't come any closer.

You had to kill Arne and Barbara. But not Lotta.

- It won't make any difference. - You don't understand anything!

- You loved Arne. - I hated him!

Hjordis, did you give Arne the money for the general store?

And he married Barbara instead?

And why did you come here? To get your money back?

Thousand kroner each month. But this month, you got nothing.

- How did you know? - Arne pressured Tekla for the same amount.

But this month he got nothing from her.

He was going to give me the money on Christmas.

But when I got there,...

- If you don't pay, I'm going to the police. - What will you say then?

That your father was extremely stingy?

So stingy he didn't even pay taxes. Will you say that?

That he sewed his money into the mattress. And then you stole it?

It's my money!

And how do you explain you have 50,000 kroner of untaxed money?

How do you explain that?

You can't do this. It's illegal.

The only criminal in this room is you.

- It's my money. - What? What did you say?

I want my money.

It's my money, Hjordis.

You should know this, touching someone as disgusting as you...

...costs money.

So don't tell me you didn't get value for money.

Goodbye, Hjordis.

He was...

No!

- Hjordis, don't. - Get off me!

- Will you stay here until tomorrow? - Tomorrow?

It's New Year's Eve.

I know.

- Cheers. - Happy New Year.

- There you are. How pretty you are. - Thank you. Gladly.

- Has Puck written a book? - A book? No, I don't know...

- P. Ruubeck. Puck Bure. - Yes.

- It seems exciting. - It is.

- Have you read it? - The killer isn't the one you think.

- I was surprised too. - Have you also read it?

Yes. When I started, I couldn't put it down. Fantastic, so good.

Don't worry, Dad. I know you don't like mysteries.

- May I borrow it? - Hell!

Now!

Oops!

- It's coming. - Yes.

Enjoy!

Wait. I have figured it so wrong?

Christer.

If I know Christer well, he'll meet someone at the stroke of midnight.

- Happy New Year! - Happy New Year!

- Look! Now they start going off! - Now it begins.

Hi.

Did you go without this?

- What does dad say about it? - Dad may well buy one for himself.

- Thank you. - Go ahead.

Did you know anything more about Gerhard Motander?

Gerhard Motander died from an inflamed appendix.

Do you think Tekla had anything to do with his death?

That, my dear Mrs Bure, only the stars can answer.

Yes, yes...

- Happy New Year, Christer. - Happy New Year, Puck.