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STOCKHOLM - PRESENT DAY

- Welcome.
- Thank you.

- What are we drinking?
- Paradis... Hennessy.

In another time, in another life I once
asked you what you were interested in.

- Do you remember your reply?
- Good food and fair ladies.

- The truth. You said "the truth".
- That's possible.

Back then I had a boss whom I admired.

On a freezing winters night this boss went
into the city to catch a movie at a cinema.

He never made it home again.

The only thing that remained was a
bloody coat and a nation in mourning.

Isn't it high time to unleash that
monster of truth now, Johansson?

So that we can finally learn
who took him away from us.

Are you serious?

I'm planning a journey. One of
those that you don't return from.

Although naughty in sunday school, I may
be reuninted with my boss when I arrive.

I'm sorry.

- What is it?
- Cancer.

They say it's all the fat food I've
gobbled down. But it was worth it.

So what do you say? Will you
grant an old man his dying wish-

-before he sails through the pearly
gates on a river of cream sauce?

Why me?

Because you're a good cop and because
you never let go of the feelings of guilt.

I don't think you care about that I'm
about to die. But the guilt, Johansson.

The fact that there's still something
out there...that you're unaware of.

And that itches inside you. I know it.

You promised...that we would solve it.

Unleash the monster, Johansson.

It's time.

DEATH OF A PILGRIM

Subtitle by skorpan666

Step right in.

Okay, welcome to the holy grail.

Most of you know each other,
except for detective Lisa Mattei-

-a new acquaintance even for me.
Sit down, this may take some time.

The prime minister, Olof Palme was murdered
on the corner of Tunnelgatan and Sveavägen-

-on february 28, 1986, at 11.20 p.m.

I want to scrutinise this case.

Now, hold on, Johansson.
There is an active investigation.

We're not launching a new investigation,
our work will be much more informal.

I want to find new angles, aided by a
fresh perspective of good colleagues.

A fresh perspective, by all means.

Even though I've never been close to the
Palme-investigation - I don't believe in this.

I'm listening, Eriksson.

This is the most exhaustive investigation
in Swedish history and the only suspect...

- Is Christer Pettersson.
- Convicted and acquit within a year.

25 years ago.

It's like Monty Python's parrot sketch.

Eriksson suggests that
the investigation is dead.

Maybe it's just tired, as the parrot was.

- More like stone dead.
- Calm down, Eriksson.

- You have to assume our basic rule.
- To just roll with the punches?

- Glad we understand each other.
- But why? Why now?

An acquaintance of mine reminded
me of something I was trying to forget.

- What do I tell my colleagues?
- Nothing. I want total secrecy.

I don't want to read about a new
Palme-investigation in the papers.

This is from my time in the Palme group.

- Just as I left it.
- What it is?

- Parking tickets and stuff.
- Exciting...

- Here, everything is important.
- I wasn't being ironic. I mean it...

Exciting.

I can check the various leads, - the
Kurdish terrorists to the lone madmen.

Maybe you want to do it all by yourself?

I can pick up where I left off.

- Wasn't that a dead end?
- Perhaps I missed something.

I can take crime scene, witnesses,
evidence and so on. If that's okay.

That's not my call.

- And you?
- Well...

I believe Christer Pettersson
did it, I may as well start there.

- Where is Flykt?
- Golf?

Probably so...

- Do you have to leave?
- What? No, no...

- I can work late. How about you?
- I live alone, so... No one will...

Well, maybe the cat...

- I don't have a family either.
- I'm single too. I work all the time.

That is so Johansson.
He knows who to pick.

NEW PALME-INVESTIGATION

Good morning. Any mail for me?

There's people in there.

- Good morning.
- Good morning.

Fucking rag...

They say that the police commissioner
launched a new Palme-investigation.

- Yes, I saw that.
- Well?

Poor newsflow, I guess. Pure fantasies.

It's either Palme, diets
or the best box wines.

- You didn't launch a new investigation?
- Of course not. How could I?

But the material is too vast, I found a
modern way of storing and recording it.

Well... Far be it for me to meddle
in your administrative routines.

No, we couldn't have that.

- And the media?
- The usual press release?

- TV?
- I'll cover the state network.

Are you done? We're off to the networks.

Have you eaten? I think they have
a pretty good canteen over there.

- I haven't prepared...
- Nor should you.

You're there to show the vultures
a unified front. And by the way,-

-the vultures only found out
because you're a blabbermouth.

- You don't think that I...
- Save it, Yngve. I know it was you.

Shit...

Was it that easy?

After the press conference, we
no longer require your services.

On second thought, - Clean
up here and I'll handle TV.

You've appointed top investigators
for a typical IT department-matter?

It's a no-brainer to me. To sort all the
material you need to be an investigator.

- Is IT-matters really their forte?
- I think you underestimate them.

You fucking idiot. How the
fuck did you end up on TV?

And yourself? No inclination to solve...?

Sure, but at my age I've to come trust
that to far smarter people than myself.

My role is to see to it that they
don't drown in all the material.

So you're all about working environment?

I wouldn't say that. I'm all about
a very important investigation.

- Are you sick?
- Just a soar throat.

I thought it might be
delusions of grandeur.

- A new Palme-investigation?
- No, we're just sorting material.

Nice try. I guess it's the reward. I can
borrow you some money, you know.

It has become acute.

If you need a real job I can put in a
good word for you down at county.

- Come on, Johansson. Why?
- You know I hate unsolved cases.

- But now?
- Didn't you feel the shame?

- Of course I did.
- There you go.

- What?
- That's the reason.

I've realized that I won't get rid of the
shame unless I act. You were there.

What went wrong?

If we'd done it the usual way, we would've
bagged a killer. But lawyers ran the show.

- You had definitely caught him.
- Give me a break. So who did it?

- My God. We've been over this.
- I know. I want to hear it again.

Well. Someone who knew
the area, in good shape,-

-presence of mind, skilled with a gun.
Someone sharp as hell and ice cold.

He did what he set out to do
in a calm and collected way.

And then he just walked away. Thank you.

October 16, 1985

As representatives of press, trade and
industry you were asked to state three-

-persons most likely to be attacked.
With us today is Lars Martin Johansson-

-representing the National
Investigation Department. (N.I.D.)

As I've reviewed the poll, we have a
clear winner, or in this case, a loser.

And as my title happens to be
"special advisor to the prime minister"-

-it's with great sadness I declare that
it's the prime minister, Olof Palme-

-who's been given the title
"Sweden's most exposed".

He got twice the number of votes as the
others put together. Some of them were-

-the Queen, Astrid Lindgren and...

...Björn Borg.

Everyone placed Olof Palme at the top.
I'm eager to hear your thoughts on it.

- Politicians often get controversial.
- Yet, you people say that he's not.

- Read what you write.
- How do you mean?

It just seems like everyone
agrees that he's a bastard.

- I never met him myself.
- I find him to be mean.

- A manipulator.
- Sanctimonious.

- Arrogant.
- Upper class.

- Too intelligent.
- Not to forget,-

-he's spying for the russians.
- That's just a load of crap.

- Can you elaborate?
- He's just not the type.

That's nice to hear from such
a dignitary of the police force.

- I'm sure that's a rare whisper.
- What are you talking about?

- That Palme's not a spy.
- I think you misunderstood me.

Palme is a great type for spying,
but not now. He's just too busy.

Declaring taxes, for instance.

If he ever spied, it happened long
before he became prime minister.

Well, I'd like to continue this
intriguing discussion, but...

Ladies and gentlemen, - time for lunch.
They serve butter, cheese and herring.

Do you know who I am?

Lars Martin Johansson, N.I.D.

Police officer Stefan Berg.
A.k.a. nightstick-Berg, or Berg jr.

Berg jr. sounds fit and lean.

Not an extra pound anywhere.

Unfortunately he's also stupid as shit.

Not just a bad cop. The worst in Europe,
and maybe the entire world. That's you.

What's a cop doing in custody without
his shoe laces and without his belt?

Don't answer.

It was a rhetorical question.
Ask for a dictionary once I've left.

You're here because you won't
settle for just being a bad cop.

And I'm not talking about the nazi-thing.
By all means, you can sing your hymns.

I showed a colleague a
picture of Åke Larsson.

The guy that you and your colleagues
killed in that torture chamber of yours.

Åke Larsson. Do you know how
my colleague descibed Larsson?

Like a lasagne with teeth.

I though you could use
some nighttime reading.

Hi.

Lars Martin Johansson. How's he?

A great cop. One of the best.

What's he good at?

Anything. He flayed a moose in 7 minutes.

- They say he sees around corners.
- Not walk on water? What else?

I don't know. Quiet.

Well, Berg. If your security briefing is
correct, it names 105-115 colleagues-

-at the Stockholm-police whom all have
some form of partiality toward the brown-

-and black colors of the political palette.

One of these persons share
your blood, as far as I know.

In some circles this person in more
commonly known as nightstick-Berg.

- Currently in custody.
- He's been released.

- His colleagues corroborates his story.
- Ah, the so called team spirit.

- It's your nephew, isn't it?
- As you very well know.

I'm sorry.

1.970 police officers are
included in your briefing.

Which gives us a 11-12% share.
Low enought to give you hope.

- Bad enough.
- That may be.

But it's not the traffic cop that shout
Heil Hitler or chant "Die Fahne Hoch"-

-dressed in his death's skull
cap that keep me up at night.

Would you regard your colleauges as
more reliable than such a character?

The security police falls under
another category of colleagues.

- Such behaviour wouldn't be tolerated.
- The security police is more intelligent?

A bit more discreet, yes.

A "Sieg Heil" won't land you a
job at your department, then.

Sounds like a tricky group to investigate.

- What the hell do you mean?
- Gifted, discreet, but underneath?

They're all cops. Same
education and experience.

Some, more or less born into the job.

- I have the utmost confidence in...
- And that is where you and I differ.

The regular idiot that shouts his opinions
far and wide is somewhat calming to me.

The other ones worry me.

And I sincerely hope that you have
your men in line. The discreet ones.

Oh, I see...

One final question.

The persons in your briefing,
what do they like the least?

Your boss, the prime minister.

I hear nightstick-Berg is out.
Why bother going after him?

Someone has to do something.

And why?

- Did you see the state of Larsson?
- Yes, I did. He looked like hell. Why?

We've seen it all before.

- Someone has to try.
- It'll never go to court.

I don't give a shit. The likes
of Berg shouldn't be cops.

Then we gank him, you and I.
Hooded and with baseball bats.

He lives in Solna. You feel up for it?

What the hell did you do to him?

- They say he broke down in his cell.
- I gave him his dad's death-report.

You're kidding?

Damn you. You're sick, Johansson.

- You need help.
- Talk or play.

PRESENT DAY

No, I didn't sleep here, but I suspect the
nights will be even longer than the days.

And I focus better on my back.

- Everyone's here?
- Not Flykt.

Flykt was reassigned. With that I hope
that the pipeline to the papers was cut.

Everyone ready for action, then?

I think Christer Pettersson is innocent.
I'd like to try another modest theory.

A more competent perpetrator found
out that Palme left his home that night.

The perpetrator follow the couple from
their home and shoot at first chance.

On the corner of Tunnelgatan and
Sveavägen. Okay, next question-

- Where does he go?
- My memo on the events that night.

Well...

...this is the first opinion on the escape
route. He shoots Palme and runs down-

-Tunnelgatan, on to Malmskillnadsgatan.
Straight ahead and down David Bagares.

He turns left to Regeringsgatan
and continues to the north.

Then Snickarbacken followed by Smala
Gränd, then off towards Humlegården.

That walk takes about three minutes.

- And why is this the route?
- We have five witnesses.

The sightings are not seamless
but this was the official route.

And the witnesses?

The first witness is the only one
who spots him running the stairs.

The second witness spots him
proceed down David Bagares Gata.

Witnesses three and four are nearly
run down by him on Regeringsgatan.

Witness five observes the
perpetrator in Smala Gränd.

He's spooked when he sees her and
he disappears toward Humlegården.

The witness he bumps into
on Regeringsgatan shouts-

-"Look where you're going, fucking wog!"

Would "fucking drunk" have been better?

Pettersson looked foreign.
I'm convinced of his guilt.

If you boil it down to three things -
description and geography is a match.

He was often in the area,
so too on the murder night.

He also had access to a gun of the
same kind as the murder weapon.

You can read more in my memo.

I'm sorry to ask, but do
you suffer from anxiety?

A strong feeling of unease?

I mean, why else this interest in details?

I answer yes on both counts. And you can
add a few, not too frequent panic attacks.

If I'm not misinformed - you're a part of
the fucking Laplander's new task force.

- No, not at all.
- Then I'm misinformed.

It's no task force, we're to oversee and
register the material in the Palme-case.

So many words... I was there
back when it happened in '86.

- So?
- Do you have paper and pencil?

Start off by crossing out all the women.
No woman could waste Palme like that.

Well, Palme was a bit of a woman
himself. Only women wear fur hats.

- A competent bastard held the gun.
- So you don't buy a lone madman...

Scratch all drunks, gays and regular
thugs. Why would they attack Palme?

He looked out for that fucking lot.

This is a smart, cool fucker. Good with
the gun and with a sense of direction.

- You're thinking cop or ex-military?
- A marksman or a hunter.

Check out the fat geezers that huddled
up in their cabins back in the eighties.

Now, little miss, it's time for old man
Bäckström do some real police work.

- And this stays between us.
- Of course. You're anonymous.

Don't bother saying hi
to your fucking boss.

- If we take another route - Kungsgatan.
- So you've read my memo.

- Something doesn't add up.
- Madeleine state that she was-

-going home from a pub on Vasagatan.
She parts from her company at 11 p.m.

She then starts walking toward her home.

"Surabaya Johnny". (TV-Quiz show)

Walking Kungsgatan, crossing Sveavägen
and then the stairs to malmskillnadsgatan.

There she meets a man, hurrying
down the stairs to Kungsgatan.

She estimates the time to be 11.20 p.m.

Later, on Döbelsgatan she sees a police
car driving towards Malmskillnadsgatan.

She remembers because the police
car flashes their high beams at her.

Madeleine's statement is rejected.

Why?

Drug addict and part time prostitute.

- Patty Hearst.
- I knew that one.

- No, you didn't.
- Yes!

Some time later, Madeleine wants to meet.

- Why meet with you?
- She was a witness in-

-one of my cases. I think it
was assault and battery.

Madeleine met the perpetrator on his
way down the stairs to Kungsgatan?

It's very likely. I don't see any time
issues and she's not prone to lying.

Madeleine was honest, gifted and
always there when you needed her.

The colleagues didn't agree with me.

Thank you.

- Can I have a coke?
- And the check, please?

- Is she alive?
- No. She died of an overdose.

She led a pretty sad life.

Then the chain of witnesses breaks
between the first and second link.

- With the help of a dead Madeleine.
- Well, it looks like it.

That's what we're looking at.

- How many knows about this?
- A few. Well, of those that matter.

Including you now.

Cyndi Lauper!

- You didn't know that one.
- Yes, I did.

- Hi.
- Hi.

- Have you finished reading Levins memo?
- Yes.

- Are you thinking that Madeleine...
- Madeleine Olsson. A depressing read.

Day one of the greatest murder
investigation in Swedish history.

Idiots! I think it was like she said.
That was the murderers route.

- Okay. Bye.
- Bye.

October 29 1985

We've got some tips
I can't make sense of.

Eriksson, Jeanette. 670414-2326 isn't it?

Top of her class, studies criminology.

- How long have you been here?
- Coming up on three months.

I see you through the window sometimes.

I'm not here all that often. My work
is best done from home. Sit down.

An American journalist. He arrived here on
sunday and I already have two tips on him.

- What's his name?
- Jonathan Paul Krassner. Goes by John.

A state TV-journalist met
Krassner at the press club.

Krassner is "suspiciously interested"
in our collaboration with other western-

-security agencies. He claims we use the
Germans as a channel to the Americans.

- Could be nothing. The other one?
- It came in a couple of hours ago.

"We will keep in touch regarding the
American journalist John Krassner."

- Okay, says who?
- Secured identity.

- How about that?
- Highest priority-

-both with us and the security police.
Way beyond my clearance. My job...

...is to inform the bureau...
- "Joy", isn't it? Jean Patou.

Do you know how many rose
petals they use producing 1 cc.

- No.
- 600.000.

No, this won't do. I'm sorry.

I beg your pardon.

I don't understand.

It's just that I cannot help being
extremely affected by your presence.

Highly inappropriate and
I beg your pardon again.

Turn to the bureau chief directly in
the future to avoid any discomfort.

But...isn't it inappropriate
only if the receiver isn't...

...receptive?

Well, maybe so.

How do we handle Krassner?

Consider me informed.

Nice, jr. Unhook the nightstick and start
swinging. Soft body parts first, right?

Come on! You have your trusted
witnesses, do as you normally do.

The other tip on the American journalist
comes from professor Johan Forselius.

- Professor Emeritus.
- Really?

When I get him on the phone he
wants to talk to the bureau chief.

When I tell him that the bureau chief
isn't available, the old fart hangs up.

- What?
- Nothing.

During the war, Forselius
worked in intelligence.

A staff major thought of the brilliant
prank to hide Forselius' whiskey.

Forselius figured out who did it
and didn't appreciate the prank.

He tracked the major down and...

...beat the crap out of him. The major
was hospitalized the rest of the war.

Well, the professor has his quirks.

I assume it was WW2 and that can
to some extent explain his actions.

- He wasn't born yesterday.
- No, but far from senile.

He's responsible for our cryptography.
6 months ago he was as sharp as ever.

A light?

The bloody maid... I've told her about the
bulbs in the hall, but she seems imbecile.

I speak 7 languages fluently, Polish is
not of them. I've made due without it.

Now, having to spend my golden years
in darkness, I find no educational trap-

-is too small to fall through.

But Waltin wouldn't know about that.

- Excuse me?
- Educational traps.

- No, professor, I don't.
- No, I didn't think so.

- Lundsberg?
- Sigtuna. (Schools)

- And now in charge of?
- External office of the security police.

External? Any staff, or is it just you?

Oh, well. If you gentlemen would like
some coffee, please serve yourselves.

I myself, could use a brandy.

- Waltin? How about coffee?
- Yes, that would be nice.

The brandy is in the service isle.

And bring the bottle, Erik may want some.

I assume Waltin will be driving
back, once we're done here.

I assume the same.

I can't understand this insane
interest in an old codebreaker.

20 years since my service ended and
I still get invites like this every month.

- Like the one from...
- Krassner. That's right.

Calls himself researcher and author.
He intended to publish a book on-

-security policies of Europe, post WW2.

I just threw his letter away.

But two days ago he shows up here.

- And you let him in?
- My first impulse was to-

-throw him out, but then he said that he
had a greeting from an old acquaintance.

An acquaintance from the
war, and the years after.

Go on, and don't worry about
Waltin, I trust him completely.

I'm afraid it has to be between us. How
you handle it after that is all up to you.

I bet you have oilcloth on your table.

There's a certain ordinary,
repulsive vibe about you.

With the folk school education and
blind faith in the social democrats.

There you sit in your plain
two bedroom apartment in...

- Spånga.
- Spånga...

...eating your frozen fish gratin. Without
any sense to dream of something better.

Well?

So tell the ordinary employee.

Krassner brought him a greeting
from the acquaintance Buchanan.

The only problem would be that
Buchanan died 6 months ago.

Shall we go?

Buchanan was Krassner's uncle and-

-worked in the U.S. embassy during
this period. If that means anything.

What do you want me to do?

Find out what Krassner is doing here.
This stays in house until we know more.

And get the background on him.
Take all the men you need for it.

Forselius thought that you got the Rolex
from the Russians, I supported the idea.

- Oh, you scared me.
- Sorry, not my intention.

- I thought I'd walk you home.
- How considerate.

Yes, contrary to the tough, male
exterior, my core is pretty soft.

Three things. You work only for me
now. I've spoken to Berg about it.

Two; you only work on Krassner now.

Three; the Krassner file is to be
accessed by you and me alone.

Okay?

Okay.

Good.

Have you spoken to the prime minister?

As I'm sure you understand, talking
to him is a significant part of my job.

Any particular concern?

Yes, his laxed attitude regarding his
safety. I asked you to raise the point.

Right you are... I have brought it up
and he solemnly swears to consider it.

Forselius suspictions, does it hold water?

Yes, I know him too.

When I did my military service, my
superior was a mean, old bastard.

That was Forselius. Since then, we
don't keep any secrets between us.

I'm speaking of the Krassner-subject.

Not obvious facts like that our neutral
nation was in bed with the Americans-

-when we knew the outcome of the war.

You, me and everyone like us knows this.

In our world there is nothing
that is strictly good or evil.

What's crucial is that it's always our
kind that gets caught in the middle.

And we're expected to get ourselves and
our employers out of the arisen situation.

If we fail in doing so, people like you
and me gets squeezed a little harder.

N'est-ce pas?

What's it like this time?

Is there a boring, private,
political agenda to this?

Am I too obscure, Berg?
I'm sorry. I'll rephrase.

Is there anything juicy on the prime
minister in this, that we don't know?

That's what I'm trying to find out.

Well, that sounds excellent.

Let's just find out. Good.

Damn good Wallenbergare, isn't it?

- Good morning, Eriksson.
- Good morning.

- Thank you. No, I...
- Haven't slept here.

If you shot him, ran Tunnelgatan and the
stairs to Malmskillnadsgatan, and then?

Three options, left toward the church,
straight ahead or right to Kungsgatan.

- Which one would you take?
- Right. Toward Kungsgatan.

Blend with the crowd, then disappear
into the subway. That's the best way.

- Good morning.
- Any news?

Yup, I ran into a weird one yesterday.
Bäckström, works at stolen property.

Wait a minute. The fat fuck
I kicked out of homicide?

There you go.

- You wrote a memo on his rantings?
- Well, he had quite a lot of information.

- I have...a thought.
- Another one?

I think Palme talked
openly about his plans.

Mom's been working for the
security police for 28 years.

She knows Björn Söderström, once head
of bodyguards. He has this thing for her.

I bet he would come to dinner if invited.

Gold star, Mattei.

Aren't you going home,
Bäckström? It's 5 p.m.

When did Palme decide for the
cinema and how many knew?

How many knew he was to mingle
with the riff-raff on a friday night?

It seems almost suicidal. Or?

I think he was more aware
of security than people knew.

- I've heard the opposite.
- He decided late. 8 p.m.

Did he tell the security police?

- Not according to the hearings.
- Well, did they ask?

That's not clear.

Of course he discussed it. Palme
didn't have time for spontaneity.

- A leak from the security police?
- Not necessarily. He talks to his-

-staff all the time. And people talk.

I understand that Palme was very
sociable around people he liked.

The knowledge could have gotten out late
and thus the sloppy execution of the hit?

- A more modest conspiracy theory.
- Why not?

- Then why not shoot him earlier?
- Maybe he lacked the opportunity.

- Saw them by chance at the cinema?
- No way. A crazed criminal that hate-

-Palme above all else with a gun
the size of a pig in his pocket?

- If he saw them enter he had two hours.
- Let's assume you're right. Someone-

-other than Pettersson knows that the
couple is going out and follows them.

For some reason he doesn't get a chance.
At the movie there's people. So he waits.

After the movie he follows them and
strikes when he gets the chance.

- I couldn't have said it better.
- Then why the poor location?

I think it's the best place in the world.
Why do we sit here? He disappeared.

Hey, you pay good enough to
dispense with the pleasantries.

- How generous. Cheers.
- Cheers.

Well, what's cooking?
Another lost painting?

Not quite. I'd like to tell you what an
acquaintance told me 15 years ago.

He's in your line of work.
He told me about the weapon.

What weapon?

The Palme-weapon.

He wanted to know its value since he knew
that I sold Himmler's pajamas for $50.000.

Did he tell you anything else about it?

He said it wasn't a Smith&Wesson
like the media claimed, but a Ruger.

- How long was the barrel?
- 3" I believe. Walnut grip.

Mint condition. Delivery upon transaction.

It had been safely stored for years.

- Where?
- In the lion's den.

It had been used in two previous murders
and a suicide. "A weapon with pedigree".

"Not only had it disposed of a pro-Russian
prime minister, but also common rabble."

- Those are his words.
- 15 years ago. Why tell me now?

I can't recall. Maybe apprehension to
get involved. When the head of N.I.D...

- The fucking Laplander...
- ...started a new investigation-

-I thought it was time to talk.

- They say there's a reward.
- Yes, there is. $1.5 million.

We have the bullets from the crime scene
and we can easily match them to any gun.

I see. If you were to turn the weapon in?

Me? I wouldn't get a dime.
That's a policeman's duty.

And if the tip came in anonymously?

Forget it. This is the murder
of Sweden's prime minister.

Yes, but...

Who is this colleague of mine?

How did you get to know him?

For God's sake, tell me who it is.

It's Bäckström... Evert Bäckström.

They found a Ruger at a raid
in 1983. Can you look it up?

"Is that my business"? That's
not any of your damn business!

Hey, what the fuck! Yes, I have clearance!

Now you listen to me, you
fucking carpet muncher!

God dammit, fucking dickhead!

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