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THE FIRE ENGINE THAT DISAPPEARED

BASED ON THE NOVEL BY
MAJ SJÖWALL AND PER WAHLÖÖ

Hi, Monica. It's me.

Yes. It's as cold as hell.

I don't know.
We've been lent to the drug squad.

I'm fine with anything...

Yes. What are you thinking about now?

Hi.

-Are you working?
-It's for Bodil's birthday.

Yes...

I'm going to be late.
Can I wake you when I come?

Then I'll do it. Okay, honey. Hugs.

-Want a ride?
-No, thanks, I'll take the subway.

It's quicker here.

-Right. I'm in no hurry.
-Are you afraid?

Come on, now.

-Sorry it took so long.
-What is it?

Silk pyjamas, specially commissioned.
They never have my size.

-They look expensive.
-Expensive as hell.

In one day, he gobbled down
two bags of popcorn.

-Who?
-Kollberg, of course.

He can eat as much as he wants.

You don't have to sit
in the same room with him.

You can't imagine the noise.

-It's a pedestrian tunnel.
-What of it?

I have to drive to Sköldgatan to wake up
Skacke. This way is quicker.

-Where's Sköldgatan?
-Good question. It barely exists.

Alarm Centre. I can't hear. Repeat.

-Fire at 23 Sköldgatan.
-23 Sköldgatan? Is that what you said?

Fire alarm. 23 Sköldgatan.

-23 Sköldgatan, got it.
-Where the hell is that?

-Check the map.
-We don't have a map.

Then we'll have to ask somebody.

Bad news, Skacke. You have to do
two more hours. Isaksson's ill.

-Are you cold?
-I'm completely frozen.

You should be properly dressed.

If something happens, you'll freeze.

Has anything happened?

They were having a real orgy
with Max Karlsson.

Now they're asleep. What's he done?

Not a clue.

Drugs are involved.

Run and buy a hot dog. I'll wait here.
Jog! You'll warm up that way.

Oh my God!

Relax! Jump! I'll catch you.

-What the hell happened?
-Call 911!

Jump fast as hell! Come on!

Take her. There are more people in there.

Fire at 23 Sköldgatan.
Fire at 23... Huh?

-Come on! Just jump!
-I can't do it!

Jump!

-What's going on here?
-False alarm. There was no fire.

Skacke! Where's the fire department?

Somebody's already called it in!

I was awake half the night
with a damned toothache.

Then Bodil was up and yelled half...

Have you seen this?

"The hero of Sköldgatan."

Is Gunvald wearing a dress?

-What did you get in geography?
-A+.

-And math?
-A+.

Cool. Then you can go down
to the bakery and buy pastries.

-What did you get in gymnastics?
-A+?

That's good.
Then you can go really quickly.

"The hero of Sköldgatan":
Assistant Detective Krake.

Don't you mean Skacke?
I thought you were the hero.

They got us confused.

We don't know what happened.

That's not unusual. Of course,
I almost never know what's going on.

-We don't know if the fire was arson.
-Why would it have been started?

It spread so quickly.

But it must have been arson.
The house just suddenly exploded.

Not surprising. It's an old house
with outdated facilities.

The house blew up I'm telling you...

with two explosions.

So what? A TV can explode twice.

-First, number one and then number two.
-Weren't you at home sleeping?

We're waiting for
the technical investigation.

A little retirement party is approaching.

-Shit.
-Gunvald, go home to bed.

You'd like that, wouldn't you?

Three people died in the fire.

A young girl, Madeleine Olsen,

Kenneth Roth and Göran Holm.

-Who killed them then?
-Nobody. I rescued them.

-Here it says you and Skacke.
-We have the names here...

-Max Karlsson and Carla Berggren.
-Those names don't mean anything to me.

Max Karlsson was a drug dealer,
Carla Berggren was a whore

and Göran Holm was a drunk, if that helps.

How long did we watch the house?

Why were we watching Sköldgatan?

Max Karlsson lived there.
He's a drug dealer.

Otherwise, he works at
the Vieille Montagne on Söder Mälarstrand.

If he had woken up I'd be questioning him.

Gunvald! You have to go to hospital.

-Can't you see he's in a bad way?
-I think he normally looks like that.

Sometimes I have a good mind to punch you.

I have some suggestions for restaurants.

You can't come in here.

Didn't you hear? What's your name?

What's your name, fucking nature boy?

Take the milk train
and go home to Hagfors.

-Hi. How's it going?
-Slowly.

Martin, these are the remains
of Göran Holm's gas stove.

It was badly damaged
but the main supply valve was open,

and the hose coupling
that secures the rubber hose is gone.

Although the rubber was destroyed, the
hose coupling should be there. Look here.

This sticky coating...

is the remnant of masking tape.

-Which means that...
-Göran Holm gassed himself to death.

But I saw it. I'm sure he repaired it.

Just report what you saw
and we'll draw the conclusions.

-It smells like an open grave.
-That's what it is.

Come on, we're going.

It's strange, risking so many lives when
all he wanted to do was to kill himself.

-What's going on at home then?
-Putte wants to leave.

-Yes, she's grown up now.
-She's not grown up, she's just tall.

If the room was full of gas,
what set it off?

-It could have been the doorbell.
-No one rang the bell.

There are a thousand possibilities.

Don't think about it now.
You're off duty. Relax.

-Hi. What are you doing?
-Looking for Bodil's new fire truck.

As a policeman, perhaps you can help.

-I don't want to. I'm off duty.
-Oops. A little sour today?

Come on, little girl.

-Did you have a hard time today?
-There's only crap at work.

Daddy has a toothache.
Here... this tooth.

I want to go out
and eat good food and drink hard liquor.

-Can we afford it?
-No, but we won't worry about it.

Martin, she's grown up now. She's fully
capable of taking care of herself.

She can do that without us...
unfortunately.

Nonsense. She's only a child.

A child to you. She will always
be a child to you... to us.

I don't want her to move away
from home. It's just that...

-What?
-I'm not an old fogey like you.

This isn't about your feelings now.
It's where they've suddenly come from.

It's not about you. It's about Putte.

Be reasonable.

I'll sleep away tonight.

I'm moving.

Is that Rönn? It's me... Gunvald.

How the hell did I end up here?
I passed out?

Well then, that's okay. Just a little
bandage here and there, but...

But the idiots won't release me
until at least the day after tomorrow.

Is "Kacke" working there in pyjamas?

I have a dressing gown but it's too small.

I could water-ski
on the shoes I'm wearing.

What about the investigation?
The investigation of the fire, dammit.

Huh? Is Hammar going to close it?

An accident? What shit!

-Mr. Larsson, this won't do.
-Shut up. No, that wasn't to you.

Hang up immediately.
Mr. Larsson has got up far too soon.

-I'll talk to the doctor right away.
-Can you wait a bit?

Back to bed.

Einar... I'll call you later.

Come on, Lennart, let's be off.

I don't want to go to the damn hospital
and see Gunvald.

Come on.

Martin! Flowers for Gunvald.

Save them for the funeral.

Gunvald?

-We're looking for Gunvald Larsson.
-Straight ahead, the door on your right.

Gunvald?

Hello?

What the hell is that?

This? Gunvald Larsson's silk pyjamas.

Skacke brought them.

Does he wear high-heeled slippers too?

We're from the police.

We're looking for Gunvald Larsson.

Is this his room?

Not anymore. He bolted.

It's actually a bit early for me,
but go ahead.

Money first. Put it on the desk.

Now I recognise you. Weren't you
the one who saved me at the fire?

That was something different.
Then of course it's free.

-Put something on.
-Almost everyone thinks it's neat.

Not me.

You're a cop. I haven't done anything.

-How old are you?
-Twenty... almost.

Nineteen, then?

-What were you doing at the apartment?
-Nothing illegal anyway. Fucking.

How well did you know these people?

Madeleine, I knew a bit.
She's dead, isn't she?

-Max Karlsson?
-I know him.

We sometimes get together. I'd meet him
on the boat, the Ville Montage.

Vieux Montagne. Yes?

He used to sell hashish.
Now he's got some ecstasy.

We smoked a bit and then tossed a coin
to see who would sleep with who.

-Tossed a coin?
-Right. It was me and Max.

We did it on the kitchen floor and then
something strange happened, I fell asleep.

Max too. Madeleine woke us up.

I lit a cigarette
and saw that I had slept for an hour!

-You lit a cigarette?
-Yes. It was dark.

Did you notice anything strange?

Not until the explosion of course.

There was smoke everywhere
and everything blew up.

Damn, it was scary!
I'll never sleep again.

I've slept with lots of experts. All of
them say I'm damn good and look good.

I think you're pretty ugly.

Sagging breasts and bags under your eyes.

In a few years, you'll be so skanky

no one'll want to touch you
with a ten-foot pole.

-Where are you from?
-Rovaniemi in Finland.

Get back there
and get yourself an honest job.

Job? What kind of a fucking job?

Sorry, I didn't mean to...

I thought we'd talk a bit.

Talk? About what?

What you were doing in the apartment
before it caught fire.

Really? Yeah, yeah.

Yeah, we took a small hit.

We drank some beer and played some music.

I was there with Madeleine.
She was my girlfriend.

What about Carla?

-She hung out with Kenneth.
-I thought it was the other way around.

It was like a little family reunion?

The babe who was here just now...
Who does she hang out with?

What babe? There wasn't anyone here.

What the hell! Are you a fucking cop?

Now motherfucker!

-Did you set fire to the house?
-I almost died myself.

-Where did you keep the stash?
-The stash? Stop it, dammit!

Göran Holm ran the shop.

Göran Holm? Where's the warehouse?

At... at the boat yard, I think!

At the Sickla lock.

Two small-time operators
in the same business?

And you've completely
wiped out the competition.

Who were you working for?

Nobody.
What the hell are you talking about?

The name! Talk fast as hell!

Olofsson. Bertil Olofsson.

"Tell the truth in summer,
winter, autumn and spring.

It always precedes all kinds of weather.
But always wear summer clothes"

-Hey, Gunvald. What's going on here?
-We just had a chat.

You're still sick.
Are you trying to solve the drug problem?

I'll say it again. Sooner or later
you're going to get crap for this.

-So you believe it?
-I'm convinced of it.

Half past ten? I'll miss the porridge
and Frankenstein's sister won't be happy.

Nice disguise. You should
have brought along a fishing rod.

Martin, I've got something here.

I hope so. Otherwise, Hammar
is going to close down the investigation.

Not when he hears what I've found
under Göran Holm's mattress.

What?

Stuff that shouldn't have been there.

A small spring, an aluminium sleeve
and chemical residue.

What does that mean?

Someone put
a time bomb under the mattress.

The fire was arson.

So Holm sealed all the windows and vents,

turned on the gas and lay down in a bed
where someone had put a time bomb?

He then killed himself
and was dead when he was murdered?

The bomb exploded the gas, and
three other people were burnt to death?

All this in front of the eyes of
a stupid policeman?

It's incredible.

Unbelievable, but those are the facts.
Greta knows what she's doing.

The question is not whether we know
that Holm was murdered but why?

Who would go to all the bother of killing

such an alcoholic loser?

Olofsson might be interesting.

When Gunvald put pressure on Max Karlsson,

he said that
Olofsson was some kind of boss.

Did Olofsson say anything incriminating
about Holm?

Something that could be dangerous?
What do we know about Olofsson?

18 months for theft and forgery in '86.
Served his full sentence at Kumla Prison.

-You remembered all that?
-I checked it before the meeting.

-Where's Olofsson now?
-He's disappeared.

Get to it then, men!

Read all the interrogation reports
and check all the leads on that devil.

Find him... before my party on the 25th.

-I thought of one thing...
-Congratulations!

-The fire engine.
-Bodil's fire engine?

-Bodil's fire engine?
-That was nothing. It's lost.

No. When I reported the fire, they had
already received an emergency call.

Someone else must have seen it.
Didn't you hear what Hammar said?

You've got to read all
the interrogation reports. Come on.

Bertil Olofsson, 36 years old.
Completed elementary school

and for the past year
he's worked at the boat yard.

Psychologists describe him
as emotionally unstable.

His mother is a widow
and lives in Danviksklippan.

A brother is a dentist in Gothenburg.

Olofsson, Danviksklippan...

Aren't you sick?

I've got permission.

I've also got to be back tonight. It's
porridge time at seven o'clock. Let's go.

Well, this is where
they ran their business.

-Amphetamines.
-It wasn't enough just to be drug dealers.

What's he been up to now?

We don't really know.

We're looking for Bertil Olofsson,
for several reasons.

-I can imagine. Is he at home?
-No.

-Do you know if he was going anywhere?
-No. We almost never see him now.

He only comes to borrow money.

I gave up hope on Bertil long ago.

Do you know anybody who knows where he is?

No.

Once he was a really sweet boy,

but then he started going around in
bad company and ended up in a reformatory.

Where he learned to use drugs.

I don't give a damn for
what you call the welfare system.

Mrs. Olofsson, are you
interested in modern art?

Oh, that. I got that from Bertil
one time when he borrowed money.

-Where did he get it from?
-"Nadja K."

There was another alert for Sköldgatan

but there's no police report on the alert.

-What officers were on duty that night?
-I checked it out.

-Kristiansson and Kvant had night shift.
-What?

-Do you know where the blockheads are now?
-According to the list--

Come and get me. Now, damn it!

Just suck it up and get out of the car.
It's about a technical detail.

On the evening of November 7
you were called to 23 Sköldgatan

to check out a fire alarm.

-I don't remember.
-Don't lie. Were you there or not?

I remember.

I think I might remember, but...

-But what?
-No, I don't remember.

If you tell a single lie,

I'll kick you back to lost property
where you belong.

Out with it now.

When we went to 23 Sköldgatan,

there was a fire truck but no fire.
So it was nothing.

So you didn't report the alarm?

-Is that right?
-Yes.

-We were tired.
-Yes... and so it was nothing.

Exactly. It was nothing.

You didn't report it
because there was nothing there.

Except that it's key evidence
in a triple murder! Damned fools.

The general principle is to see nothing
and hear nothing

but if you happen to see and hear
something, you should probably report it.

That was good work, Skacke.
Now we'll write the report.

At 21:10 on November 7th,

an alert was received that a house
on Sköldgatan was on fire.

A few minutes earlier a call
had come in from an unidentified person

saying that there was a fire
at 23 Sköldgatan...

"There is a street
with the same name in Fredhäll

and the fire department
turned up at that address."

"The only person who could have known

the fire would break out at 21:10

was the one who started the fire,

or, if it was instigated,
instigated the fire."

"It is conceivable that this person,

in other words, the arsonist,

called the fire department."

Apparently Gunvald found the connection,
even though he was on sick leave.

Good job.
I like its phrasing and organisation.

"Or, if it was instigated,
instigated the fire."

You do, do you?

Your private investigations
may lead to something.

Good job. Now let's just
connect the phone call to Olofsson.

I think I've got something here
which could lead to Olofsson.

-There.
-Nadja Kovacs. Who's she?

A German sculptress
living in Copenhagen, in Christianshavn.

She knows Olofsson. We'll talk to her.

Unfortunately, Hammar's
retirement party is coming up.

-I can go.
-That'd be perfect,

-What's this?
-Your holiday request.

You have one week left to take.
Sign there.

I don't want a holiday.
I want to solve my case.

It's not your case. I'm warning you.

You conducted a private investigation
outside the service.

You interrogated Carla,
beat up Max Karlsson

and destroyed Einar's monitors.

We want to get his suppliers,
but that doesn't matter.

Sooner or later I'll have to stop you.
Now, take your holiday. Full stop.

I'll travel to Copenhagen.
Lennart is in charge while I'm gone.

Then we'll carry on and up the ante.
Gunvald will go home and pack.

Skacke, you stick with me.
Rönn, you can have a beer or something.

Damn, I can't part with Dolly.
I need to borrow a bag, Dad.

I don't know if we have any more.
You'll have to leave Dolly here.

Leave Dolly? Are you crazy?

Dolly, this is no way to leave you.

No, I won't.

I'll kill myself.

Not necessary.
The cigarettes will take care of that.

Imagine not having someone to nag anymore.

Imagine not having someone to nag.

How depressing.

Dad...

Go to sleep, little mouse
All the baby mice everywhere

Are playing
Everyone's already asleep

You should move too.
She has her Frenchman.

You can find someone else.

All the baby mice
are sleeping everywhere

Yes...

Martin! It's a thousand years ago!

The Goldberg murder. Do you remember it?

That was in 1979.

You said on the phone you could show me
where Nadja Kovacs lives.

We'll do that later.

Martin is in Copenhagen
with the sculptress.

If only he can catch
that bastard Olofsson.

Someone rang the fire brigade before
the fire broke out. It was the arsonist.

-Why would he do something so stupid?
-He only wanted to kill Holm.

What's next, Sherlock?

This conversation should be recorded.

Good. The invitations go out today.

At the Van der Nootska Palatset
restaurant. With the ladies.

You're sure aiming to become
a Chief of Police.

Detective Superintendent Benny Skacke.

Can you send Lennart Kollberg now?

Hello.

Hello!

Who are you?

-A fire at 23 Sköldgatan.
-That's a German accent. Maybe Swiss.

From a pay phone in Fredhäll.

Check out all people with German accents.

A tip. Start in Fredhäll. Good luck.

Some things are a job for Sisyphus.

What a person won't do
to become a police chief.

She's broke.

How does she get the money for pills?

She gets her supplies at the Business Bar.

Damn!

-What do we do now?
-Go a different way.

But you know that if someone
is going to find this guy, it's me.

He called from a phone booth here.
I'll be home by six.

Monica, have you bought dinner?
Then I will.

Okay? See you.

Hugs. Bye.

Benny Skacke from C.I.D.

Does a man with a German accent
live somewhere around here?

Don't be upset, Monica.
Don't you want me to get a promotion?

I'll be home by nine. Yes, I'm certain...

I want to collect my stuff.
I need my pills.

That's Olofsson's thing.
The two of us are quits.

But he got them for me. He promised.
Come on now! Give me a little.

Okay... For the sake of old friendship.

Nadja,
I'll collect on the bill sometime...

Who are you looking for?

Yes... Kovacs.

That one is rented out.
There's rarely anyone there.

Lately it was a foreigner.

-What language did he speak?
-Swedish, though it didn't sound right.

He had an accent? How did he sound?

He didn't say much. A strange type.

He'd come here once a month and
never went in if he saw someone outside.

He waited until they'd gone.

The postman didn't know what to do
with one item. Just a minute.

I promised to keep it here.
It couldn't fit in the mailbox.

T. Scherer?

Thanks a lot!

How could you be so stupid
not to take the envelope?

And you didn't get a description
of Scherer. How was he dressed?

-What was his hair like? His teeth?
-I didn't think to ask.

Didn't you? Have you ever thought
why you want to be a cop?

I want to be a police chief.

I've made contact with Geneva.

Scherer, T. alias Stoiweiler, Tomas.

Give them our fax number
and ask them to send a photo.

A Swedish car.

It's probably Olofsson.

He's our prime suspect.
The question is how long he's been dead.

The main thing is that you're alive.
Want to have a drink? Come on.

We've had our eyes on Teutex for
a long time. A cover for drug smuggling.

Bye, Nadja. Thanks for the nice evening.

We've located the son of a bitch.

Call Copenhagen.

He received a blow to the temple but
he was dead when he fell into the water.

How long was he in the water?

At least three weeks when I examined him.

Then he was dead
when the house burned on Sköldgatan.

-We've been on the wrong track.
-Is there anybody here called Beck?

-You called?
-Tomas Stoiweiler alias Scherer.

We've sent you a photo.
He rented an apartment from Nadja Kovacs.

It looks as though she and Olofsson
tried to blow Stoiweiler up

-and start up business on their own.
-Nadja Kovacs?

We'll have to buy a new fire truck
for Bodil. We'll never find the old one.

Who'll be at the party?

Everyone. It's a command performance.

Just like Gunvald to get out of it.
Martin made him take a holiday

after he escaped from the hospital.

He's well on his way to Miami by now.

I'd like to go there too.

You and Gunvald in Miami,
a staggering thought.

Not with him, with you!

Fuck the taxi. We'll take our car.
Let's have a quickie before we go.

Oh my! Well, thank you.

Is that Rönn?

There's a key in my drawer; can you
look after my plants while I'm gone?

Good. What do you use for aftershave?

Jungle Oil?

Bye.

Message for passengers to Stockholm City.

Buses are directly outside
the arrival hall.

Sorry, but this is my seat.

Excuse me.

-Did you get the photograph?
-I know where he's sitting. 19A.

Your friends are waiting for you
in Stockholm. Good luck!

Please sit down.
We'll be taking off shortly.

Evald, what a feast!
Is retiring something to celebrate?

-You can write it off. Champagne?
-Sure.

-Has Martin come yet?
-No. He's still in Copenhagen.

-How are things going?
-Well. We think he's German-speaking.

No shop talk.

Where have you been hiding yourself?

Gunvald was made to go
to Miami on holiday.

Hi. Gun Kollberg. Who are you?

Monica. I'm with Detective Benny Skacke.

-Oh, Benny. Where is he?
-I don't know.

Hasn't he arrived?
Typical man. Mine is over there.

-Will Martin's wife be coming?
-No, I hardly think so.

-I hope it'll work itself out.
-Nothing ever works itself out.

-What? You're being negative.
-No, I'm a realist.

He's on his way. The German is on his way
and Martin Beck is on the same plane.

I'm sorry, we have to go.
I'll explain later. Come on!

Idiot. You can't go armed
to a retirement party.

Well, we'll need it now anyway.

For what? For Stoiweiler?

He's just passed the security checkpoint
at Kastrup Airport in Copenhagen.

-Do you want something to drink?
-A glass of juice, please.

Here you are.

-Do you need to piss?
-No.

Then stand still, for God's sake.

Stay in the background.

All that's going to happen
is that he'll be really surprised.

Mr. Stoiweiler?

Skacke, put it down!

Stop!

Watch out, I'll shoot!
- Skacke!

Did you hear that shot?
The shot! Are you deaf?

Now let's take it easy. ID, please.

Police. Go home to bed.

Welcome, Herr Stoiweiler.

It was my fault.

No, it wasn't your fault.
It was Stoiweiler's.

-What if he...
-Benny, it wasn't your fault.

-I know, I'm on holiday.
-Flight 931 for Miami. Gate 8.

Hurry, then.

Martin... Lily of the Valley
in the middle of winter.

-Where's our wounded warrior?
-He's in there.

Hi!

Hi, Lennart. It doesn't seem
to have caused you much distress.

-If only he didn't laugh so much.
-But it still feels a bit unfair.

I was the only one who wasn't
particularly interested in this case.

Here. Take this.

Cheers, Martin.