All language subtitles for Rebecka Martinsson - S01E06 - Until Thy Wrath Be Past - Part 2 SDTV.EN

Should we bid? Do you want it?

-I will come in the summer summer.
- I know.

Wilma Persson didn't drown in the
river, her body was moved there after her death.

Where is her boyfriend?
- Under the ice, but where?

Two youngsters disappeared this autumn.
Wilma Persson and Simon Kyre.

We think they have been down here by the lake.

Do you know whereabouts they dived’?

Listen to Hjalmar Krekula,my sister's son.

- You lent out maps to Wilma.
- So do you want me to be friendly ?

I'm going to chase down those sons of bitches
and put them away for the rest of their lives.

- You gave me different information before.
- Sit there, damn sour old man.

You're a little... off balance.

What's the damn talk?
I'm not off balance!

They found him in the plane wreck.

An old Nazi plane is a motive for killing two young people?

Leif Arnarsson?

Check this out.

I think he saw the murder.

Come here.

- What's going on with her?
- It will be a trip to the veterinarian and...

Come here. Yes!

This dog Is crazy completely impossible. Come here.

ll take her. Give me the lead.

Give me the leash, I'll take her.

Thanks.

- So you've got a dog?
- Yes, they tried to kill her.

She doesn't seem to be a dog used to a leash.

Hey, it's usually Thai on Thursdays.
Thai buffet.

- That doesn't sound so stupid.
- It's usually okay.

Jump in behind.
They've closed the kitchen, but I brought some stuff.

That's great.

- This is OK now?
-I think so.

That's enough.

- Good.
- Thanks.

More soy?

We can't even give this to the dogs.

Moonshine.

Oats.

Murder because of an old alrcraft?

Maybe there was something in the wreck
that someone is trying to hide.

Written on a stone plaque in that case.

There is no document that can handle /0O years in our waters.

Yes, what do you think?
Should we have that sauna?

No! Wait!

I will miss this.

We ended up at a house showing in
Saltsjabaden and put in a bid.

Okay.

We got the house.

Soon I'll be there and grinning wearing some damn
Odd Molly Kaftan

with a sailboat and two or three kids
and the dog on a leash and...

Well...

-I have to take some alr.
- Goon.

Damn...

Yes, now I'll just find the keys...
Here they are.

Now Ill just move to right here...
That was a bit too much.

Oh, we're slipping.
It's here. You have to push down on the brake.

- Yes... Was it a bit rough yesterday?
- Dont talk about It.

I have only driven a moped lately.

And you've never heard about this Nazi plane before?

No. Though they were flying here all the time.

Providing an air transport bridge for the Germans.

You must stop distracting me now, oops!

I'll try to get you to the station alive.

- We're not going to the station.
- Aren't we? Where are we going?

To the city archive to look for stuff on airplanes.

I've found something.
In an old investigation.

Ata petrol station in Pilijorvi. November
o, two days before they disappeared.

Just hours later they were dead.

But the investigators missed something.
Look at the Red Volvo.

Dont worry, no action.
It only waited and waited.

- they were followed.
- Yes. Look here.

A speed camera. Two miles west.

On the way to Vittangji.
Do we have the owner of the Volvo?

The registration number belongs to a Fiat.
It was scrapped 20 yeals ago.

Mella? Sorry, can you... ?

I've talked to people at the port in Lulea
about Tomsic Transport-

-and we should drive to Kiruna. Now.

How nice. Let's do that.

Yes, that was good.
Can you look into it?

God, I hate this car.

Mella, it's just a car.

Perhaps, but it does it's own thing, as you say.

- And it's crazy.
- You sound like my old brother.

He was not well.
No, I'm just kidding.

Look. Tomsic Transport.

OK, damn itt

Police! Open up the freight door.

I don't understand...

What the hell is this all about?

I want to see what you have in your car.

- I'm not afraid of you, damn.
- You should be, you little girl.

Down on your knees! Let it go!
Throw that away!

- Open!
- Come here and open it.

Open the door now!

Mella, it's empty.

Move!

No... Damn, Mella!

Here, we have something.

Isn't that the girl from Pentijorvi?

“The whole of Pentijorvi thanks this trucker.”

Here we have the swine. How do you
think these two built their wealth?

Satan's brown shirts.

"Proud owners Oscar Svarvare and Isak Krekula...”

Krekula... He's the one who damaged Mella's car.

There’ someone we should talk to.

Karlake Pantzare, an old resistance fighter.

lets see...

There were three Norwegian prisoners
of war who came across the border in 1943.

We hid them in a shepherd's hut.

East of Nourajokki.

Yes...

- "Four die in Kojbrand"?
- Norwegians.

The newspapers claimed tt
was an accidental fire, but...

it was another attack.

The SS was looking for them. Someone had
told them about the hiding place.

The British thought that there was a
German spy among the Swedish skiers.

The Fox, he was called.

Could it have been Isaac Krekula?

He was younger and naive and just there for the money.

But his companion Oscar Svartvatre...

He had good leather boots.

What's the matter with you?

This picture was taken the same day as the fire.

There are some girls from the open-air dance.

Can I borrow this album?

Yes, you can.
But I'll have to have it back.

- You'll get it back.
- Thanks.

- Hello!
- Hello.

I want to apologize.
Or yes, perhaps talk not about an apology...

I understand if you think I'm a bit strange-

-what with the move and the sauna anc It...

lt feels like we should talk.

I've a date organised.
I've started dating now.

I Know all about your dental nurses and
everything youre up to.

Hello Hello.

Okay...

- Vittangijorvi, have you found anything?
- Maybe, yes.

These two gentlemen have been up atthe lake-

-and April 20th every year since the 80's.

If you trust Arnarsson’'s date tagging.

- April 20th? Why?
- Google for April 20th.

April 20th...

- Oh my God.
- It's something to celebrate, huh?

- Hitler's birthday.
- Hey, what's the matter?

- Who are they?
- Municipal politicians at Kiruna.

Swiss. "Free Speed Norrland" ?

- Speak from the heart, people.
- Svarvare. Johannes Svarvare.

And his dad Oscar.
Though he's been dead for a few years.

He owned a truck during the war and
drove transports for the Nazis.

And it was suspected that he spied for the Germans.

Not somehing one should base a political career on.

But Svarvare, the younger one, should
know a little anout it.

But Svarvare, the younger one, should
know a little anout It.

Can you and I go there?
There's another thing as well.

We received a police report from Tore Krekula.

You aimed a weapon at his head

and deliberately drove into one of his cars.

You have to stop this vendetta, Mella.

You seem burned out.
You should go and talk to someone.

I will be fine.

Do you know anything about this?

Here are pictures of you and your dad.
Everyone in it is from Vittangijorvi

and we believe it was after war.

My dad and I made many trips.

- Why just April 20 each year?
- Celebrating someone's birthday maybe?

Your father drove trucks for the Germans during the war.

Many people did business with them, even Jews did.

There were also suspicions that your dad was a German spy.

Please... My father's actions during the war
have been a damn hell.

But I haven't murdered anyone.

If this comes out...
The press will be all over it...

Then I'll be ostracised and it will all be over for me.

There was something else down there in the plane.

What?

I don't know. The old men in the village
have always bragged about it.

The old man as well. Something secret.

Something secret from the war.

What's that? What have you done?

Well. I happened to back into their damn scrap car.

It was in the damn way.

- What was it's color?
- I don't remember. Black, I think.

Definitely, itwas ared Volvo that followed Wilma?

What the hell? Those fuckers!

Are you looking for the workshop?

And what the hell is it now?

Tore Krekula, you're under arrest for suspicion

of the murders of Wilma Persson and Simon Kyre.

Fucking woman!
- Now you shut up!

Calm now.

- Hell!
- Lie still.

- Where is Hjalmar?
- I don't bloody know!

Up with you.

Get up!

The Black Volvo, was
it recently painted or what?

We paint cars every week.
Is it forbidden?

It's not mine. A customer's.

It's not mine. A customer's.

It's not mine. A customer's.

No, the registration plate comes

from a scrapped Fiat that we found in your garage.

Someone must had forgotten to throw it away.

You dontt have anything. It could have been anyone
behind the wheel.

- Do you recognize him?
-I have never seen him before.

Really? Leif Arnarsson. He was beaten to death
with a lump of wood.

We found a lot of DNA traces in his house.

If have you put a foot in there, we will Know it.

But you won't mind doing a DNA test?

- Alright.
- Thanks.

- What a damn pig.
- Can we hold him?

Max for a couple of hours.

We've found the number plate.
No escape.

It doesn't stand up.
We must wait for the DNA results

and at best connect him to Arnarsson.
The murder is harder.

Are you satisfied now, you damn bastards?
Come on!

Anni?

Hello?

I want to talk to you.
I want to tell you about Wilma.

Yes, but not here.
Then, we will go to the station.

No. I have somewhere else.

You... I'm not dangerous.
Not to you.

Yes, we'll go there.

I'll tell you about the plane and Wilma.

She stayed in here.

The old men boasted in the sauna about the plane.

I didn't believe what they said.

But Wilma, she... She got dressed.

Mother got mad when she found out that I had told her

about the plane and wanted us to stop them.

We followed them up to Vittangji.
Tore, Mom and I.

Tore and I got the door and we cut the safety rope.

I didn't see the guy, but Wilma...

she struggled under the ice.

I got the body out of the lake and...

arried her to the car.

she had a dive bag to collect things in.

There was something in the bag. An Iron cross.

With an inscription.

“For service to the German Government:
Kerttu Krekula. "

My own mom.

lt was your mother Kerttu who was the spy "Fox"?

Is that Kerttu’?

That'a her with Anni.

Kerttu? Kerttu!

- What do you want?
- I have something that is yours.

“About Kerttu Krekula, of the German Reich.”

You took my Wilma. Shame on you!

Cursed Fox!

And about that with Leif,
it wasn't me.

Tore clubbed him to death

because he had seen us down by the lake.

It's the police.
I sent them coordinates for here.

No.

lt's Tore. Come on!

Who's here?

It is too late.
I've told them everything.

Get out of there!

Get out of there! Open up!

Hit me back.

Hit me back, you stupid bastard.

Open up!

You!

- Mella, hell!
- Rebecka!

- A blanket!
- Look out!

- Rebecka?
- I'm OK.

Sven-Erik?

Can we sit for a while?
- Yes.

- Sorry.
- For what?

Because I've been such a damn hard bastard.

And I've been a silly guy.

I like working with you.

Do you? Yes, of course I do.

- It is good.
- Yes.

God, I can't believe we got the house.

Might and might, you hear.

You... What should we do with the dog?

I don't know. She ts not exactly the kind of
dog who goes on the leash.

A damn trip so we can't move to Calcutta.

Then you would have to have the dog here.

- What Is she barking about now, then?
Well, someone is coming.

Rebekah?

- There's someone who wants to meet you.
- Ohohoh! A little doggy?

Someone's here!

- Hello.
- Hey.

How nice you are. Welcome.

You can think about it.
If you want to keep him.

Oh. Run then.

Hi. Oh.

Subtitles: Anon.