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(The acronym SÄPO will be used for
the Swedish security service/police.)

1 MARCH 1986

- Well, I don't know what to say.
- Being emotional isn't your forté.

- So what do you have?
- Nothing. They...we were too late.

- I'm sorry on behalf of the entire force.
- With all due respect, shove that excuse.

This will haunt you and the bloody
police force until hell freezes over.

- Good people are all over this.
- The bald character on TV?

Well, excuse my skepticism.

Well...

Now that we've paid our respects,
we can go home and get drunk.

DEATH OF A PILGRIM

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PRESENT DAY

Hallo?

G:son?

What? I didn't say anything.

It's the gossipmonger who's prying.

She doesn't know anything.

G:son, listen to me.

Listen!

Who was that?

Who the fuck are you?

He resigns, but why that sudden?

And it was on his own request, but why?

- Or he'd be fired.
- Have some food.

I've eaten. This is to stay between us:

Waltin's operation was engulfed in
all kinds of financial irregularities.

The operation was unconstitutional.
Waltin seemed to be in it for money.

The accountants flipped when they heard
about it and the justice department ruled-

-the operation as unlawful. That's the
official version. The truth is that Berg-

-got rid of Waltin after pressure from
people close to him. Including myself.

One thing we should discuss if he
was involved in the murder; motive.

- I'm not a big fan of motives.
- He sees it as judicial indulgence.

I don't think it's helpful
during reconnaissance.

In my experience, motives are
very obvious or pure madness.

His background - he's named Adolf, an
absent father and a dominating mother,-

-this is classical psychological...
- I think Waltin's motive was money.

What's the financial gain of killing
Palme? Or was he paid to do it?

Power! His driving force
was his thirst for power.

When they decided to shut his operation
down he became like a wounded animal.

He took it personally.

As he should, but...in this insane way.

He became super paranoid.

But more than anything...

...he became extremely hateful.

He's...

...a very sick individual.

- You know, don't you?
- I didn't, but I do now.

I knew that you knew him, that
you were there during Krassner.

And I've heard the rumors about Waltin.

Do you want to talk about it?

I was young and curious,...

...he was handsome and courteous.

Such a classic case, and so very trite.

Sadly, we tend to be drawn to
that kind of male dominance.

It was playful, exciting and forbidden.

I felt like an adult.

Repeated rapes, sometimes with weapons.

Methodical physical and emotional abuse.

Cigarillos.

I still have to puke when I smell it.

- Why didn't you bust him?
- Shame....and terror.

I was convinced that he would kill me.

- Did he kill Palme?
- Is that all you have to say?

- I'm not your therapist.
- Thank God for that.

- The description doesn't match.
- Could he have pulled the strings?

Is he sick enough to do it? Absolutely!

- Are we done?
- I'm sorry.

I'd like to cut his eyes out with a rusty-

-spoon, while shoving a
broken bottle up his ass.

Now that it's out, I have to ask - do
you want to step away from this?

Even if I know what your answer will be.

No.

Good. I need you.

You keep in shape, I see.

I'll admit, my shape...

...has been better.

The boat's running okay?

I have always appreciated
that with you, Kjell Göran.

You possess this...

...exquisite doglike quality.

So taciturn,...

...so loyal.

And most importantly...

The very notion of biting the hand that
feeds you would never enter your mind.

You know what we should do?

We should go out to sea.

Do some fishing.

Let's do that, Claes. It will be nice.

- Lars Martin Johansson.
- It's been awhile.

I'd say. Come on in.

- You didn't have to...
- I was eating and it's nice with company.

How'd you like the homemade mash?

- Honestly?
- Yes.

- It's just like my grandmother's.
- That's good.

Was it liver cancer Berg got?

Pancreas.

Instead of a gold watch for his services.

He went fast.

I always cook a big batch.

It's good for freezing.

I forgot this.

- Here you go.
- Vegetables too?

I have no plans of dying, myself.

- Neither do I.
- No, I heard....

You married the mail lady, did you?

Pia is an executive at the post services.

Her office ought to be safe from robbery.

And the murder? Getting anywhere?

What do you think of Waltin?

Now you worry me. Waltin is a fool,-

-no good for nothing.
No way he shot Palme.

And he's a fucking coward too. But if
there's money involved, he'd be there.

- And...
- What?

Well, there was some gossip about his
interest in women and the results of it.

I'm sure he slapped a few women
around, but shoot Palme? Never.

- Why not?
- He's not the type.

Maybe he wasn't the shooter.
But he could still be involved.

- Now you worry me.
- You already said that.

So you say Waltin is part of a
conspiracy? Among colleagues?

Everyone stays away from Waltin.

And the bodyguards liked Palme.

- Even if they didn't vote for him.
- So who did it then?

Probably someone like Pettersson.
A rough bastard who didn't care.

He got a chance and he took it.

Drop Waltin.

- Well, thank you.
- Thanks.

- Take care.
- You too.

Hey, I'm pissed...or disappointed.
In you and the fucking human race.

Really?

To a real cop, like me, the identities
of the informants are sacred.

G:son called and was furious,
as he should be. You tricked me.

- You're worried about the reward?
- No, I'm worried about treacherous-

-colleagues, a decomposing police force.
I never expected any reward for my work.

Who gave you the tip on the gun?
Who named Waltin and Wijnbladh?

You've scared poor Wijnbladh shitless.
Without me you wouldn't have anything.

What do you have to say? Now, this
means war, Eriksson. You hear? War!

- Why do you want to talk to me?
- Tell us how you knew Waltin.

You were at SÄPO, you know him too.

I hear you're good friend.

I've known him since the 80's.

I guided him in forensic matters,
and we shared an interest in art.

Did he ask you about weapons?

- In general?
- Or specifically.

- I can't say, due to national security.
- Sounds like something Waltin said.

I was even awarded.

- You mean this?
- Where did you...?

- The chief commissioner enters...
- Shut it off. Let's get serious here.

Since when does SÄPO give out medals?

Look at it! $2 on eBay.
I have one, but in silver.

Second prize in a box car rally.

I was operations manager for SÄPO for
years. What is said now is confidential.

Why did you get the medal?

Waltin asked me about fingerprints and
ways of analyzing and securing leads.

Keep going, Wijnbladh.

In september 1988 I handed Waltin
a revolver. It was kept at forensics.

It was seized at a extended suicide 1983.

- In Spånga?
- Mmm.

Waltin called and explained that SÄPO
needed to confiscate a certain weapon.

It was a matter of national security.

I was sworn to secrecy about this.

Well, we forced you then.

If anyone asks, you
had a gun to your head.

Levin, get a service weapon.

He wanted the ballistics for the gun, and
asked me to fabricate a scrapping-order.

- Oops.
- All traces of the gun had to disappear.

I did as I was told, and...

...two weeks later, I got the medal.

It was handed over during
a fancy dinner at Waltin's.

When was the last time you saw Waltin?

It was quite some time ago.

Somehow he went missing.

- What's your verdict on Wijnbladh?
- What's yours?

A poor forgery and a worse joke.

The letterhead says the forensics
at SÄPO, signed by official 4711.

Sadly, 4711's signature is unreadable.

Waltin had a good copier and imagination.

- And the thank you-note?
- Mattei, the sceptic. I don't think Berg-

-wrote "For your meritorious services
in preservation of national security".

- How does it point to Palme's murder?
- Eriksson, give me your explanation.

Okay. Hypothesis-

-the revolver is the murder weapon.
Waltin somehow gets it from forensics.

Wijnbladh didn't watch the guns 24/7.

He gives the gun to the perpetrator.
And I agree, Waltin isn't the shooter.

After the murder Waltin returns
the gun without being noticed.

Into the lion's den?

A few years later, he gets the gun again,-

-through Wijnbladh. It's a
trophy he wants at all cost.

Or he thinks it's the murder weapon
and wants to sell it to some collector.

- Levin, what about you?
- I agree with Jeanette.

That's my name.

That would explain the parking ticket.
The perpetrator went to SÄPO's secret-

-apartment on the night of the murder.

Good. Not a bad conspiracy theory,-

-Waltin gets the gun,
and his partner shoots.

So who's the shooter?

You're scheduled for a training-
course. "Gender Equality".

What? Who the fuck decided that?

- God?
- Management.

It's Eriksson and the Laplander fuck.

- Johansson called.
- Eriksson's behind it.

I'm not going anywhere,
pass that along to the bitch.

- They mentioned some tapes.
- Why send you?

- I'm giving you a ride.
- I'll fuck her until she begs for mercy!

Listen to this, from a hearing:

"I saw an acquaintance in a restaurant
on Sveavägen. In the 70's, the bastard-

-was an investigator, then he joined SÄPO.

He watched his watch a lot and
by 11 p.m. he left." - Anonymous.

A month later, - "Boy, you're slow.
Are the media a better recipient?

You dear colleague was in the restaurant
before sneaking off and doing the work."

He looks just like him".
- Investigator then SÄPO?

Someone took this seriously and sent the
description to SÄPO and the person that-

-matched it the best was official 4711.
He retired in 1982 and lives abroad.

The fingerprints belongs to Marja
Ruotsalainen, a criminal addict.

Marja Ruotsalainen, you said?

Alive, on disability, lives in Tyresö.

- Bye.
- Are both of you going?

4711. That's a german eau de cologne.

And the number Waltin used on
the fake document to Wijnbladh.

Recite the description.

- It's short.
- Just read it.

Worked as investigator, joined SÄPO
and left in the early 80's. Dark, 5' 9"-

-and well-built. Nothing that stands out.

- Are you listening to me?
- Fuck!!

How the hell could I forget that asshole?

Kjell Göran Hedberg.

Look it up.

Ruotsalainen was at the restaurant with
her boyfriend on the night of the murder.

He wrote the letters.

Hedberg busted her a decade before.

He was a fascist. He twisted her arms
and called her a slut. And she was 16.

A few years on, she saw him again
when he was on bodyguard duty.

- Guess for whom.
- Mmm. Sit down.

Friday the 13th in May 1977,
Hedberg robbed a post office.

He was actually on duty that day,
protecting the minister of justice.

This day the minister wants to visit
his favourite whore living nearby.

Hedberg was relieved and robbed
the post office. He stole $40.000.

A lot of money back then.

He also disposed of two witnesses.

I was there when we busted him, but he
got off. We couldn't prove a thing. Why?

- The minister gave him alibi?
- Yes, what else could he do?

He reassigned to desk duty and
quit SÄPO a few years after that.

After that, he may have moved abroad.

- That's it?
- No.

I have reason to believe that Waltin used
Hedberg as his own "external operative".

For instance, Hedberg performed a
search at a student dormitory in 1985.

It resulted in an American citizen being
thrown out of a window. John Krassner.

What was Hedberg like?

Cold, rational, lethal. A true psychopath.

I bet he's the one holding the Ruger.

Keep digging.

Johansson.

What?

Yes. Thank you.

Bäckström is in hospital.

Had a heart attack during the course.
Surely set on by all the equality talk.

We were walking up Sveavägen and
all of the sudden I see Kjell Göran.

We were old classmates
as well as neighbours.

But this night...

...there was something about the way he
walked. It was so typical for Kjell Göran.

- What night?
- That night.

Who gave you permission for the interview?

It was on my own initiative. But listen.

...so goal-oriented.

- Did he see you?
- No.

- His attention was across Sveavägen.
- While walking towards Kungsgatan?

- Why not come forward sooner?
- She never suspected Hedberg.

A year later, when "police conspiracy"
hit the papers, she started to think.

- But her company/lover is also her boss.
- He doesn't want the affair to be known.

In March, '89 she comes forward, to say
that she didn't see Christer Pettersson.

- Didn't see Pettersson? Great.
- Everyone thought he was guilty.

- Not everyone.
- Everyone initiated.

Getrud Rosenberg talks to one of the
investigators for 10 minutes, without-

-ever mentioning...
- Her old classmate.

And she ends up in the "crazy tip"-folder.

Why?

That's it - "I didn't see Pettersson".
- Consequently, the crazy tip-folder.

After that she's silent.

- Conclusion?
- In my opinion-

-she puts Hedberg at the
crime scene at the right time.

Probably before he crossed
Sveavägen to follow Palme.

I agree.

- Gold star?
- Why? For jeopardizing the investigation?

You may have warned our suspect.
She could be in contact with Hedberg.

I deduct a gold star. 1-0 to Levin.

Stop pouting. 2 stars for the result
of the interview. 2-1 to Mattei.

Hedberg moved to Spain 24 years ago.

7 years ago, he's renewing his passport.
He states an address on Palma, Mallorca.

Waltin left for Mallorca a few days
ago. Coincidence? I don't think so.

Eriksson, you and I will fly to Mallorca.
You two will keep things at bay here.

This trip is just as covert as a monk in a
whorehouse. You don't know where I am.

That's an ancient address, left by a
man who wants to remain hidden.

Yes, but we have to start somewhere.
I think he's on Mallorca.

- How do you know?
- Just a feeling.

One of those that lets
you see around corners.

- Hola.
- Hola.

Hi.

- So what's up? Any progress?
- They found a body in the water.

Just outside of...Cala Figuera. No ID.
Not a local according to the coroner.

- So what now?
- We're on our way to look at the body.

Levin? Can you hear me?

Hi. Yes, we'll get him soon. We're
coordinating with the local police.

Yes, it was Waltin.

Hedberg did it good. Water in the lungs,
alcohol in his blood, no signs of a fight.

Looked like a normal drowning.

Yes, Hedberg is well known here.
He's lived here for so long now.

Sure...we'll move in soon,
don't know exactly when.

Of course. Good. Bye.

How you abuse that phone...

- What's with the grin?
- Nothing.

- So how are you?
- I've never felt better.

They strike in 20 minutes.

I understand.

When?

What's next?

- We can still find him...
- He could be halfway to Africa by now.

It's me. No...

No... We lost him.
- We lost them both.

He had a damn escape-elevator.
Just like in a James Bond-movie.

So weird... I don't know
what our next move is.

- Hang up!
- What?

Hang up!

Get the Spanish police. There he is!

- Okay, but what should I say?
- Get a chopper, a boat, anything!

Kjell Göran Hedberg?

Greetings from the Swedish welfare state.

Wave to your audience.

CAN WE MEET? I'M BUYING DINNER. /PERSSON

You didn't get that tan at home.

No, I left for a week.

Where to? Greece? Spain?

- Mallorca.
- Mallorca?

It's nice this time of year. The best time
really. No scorching heat, cool nights.

Funny coincidence. I sent down two
co-workers to Palma last monday.

Something tells me that
it's no surprise to you.

Co-workers? So you didn't go there
yourself? Your cheeks look a bit rosy.

Tanning lamp.

How long have you known
that Hedberg lived there?

Since I searched Waltin's apartment.

I realized who he did business with.

- He used Hedberg as an external operative.
- I know.

I think I know why he had to kill Waltin.

Waltin was going downhill.

He drank and talked too much.

He hung around with the wrong people.

He posed a security risk.

Hedberg wasn't happy to be
facing life in jail over Waltin.

So I decided to send him a final greeting.

- It's your fault.
- My fault?

Yes. When you showed up at my
place, I put two and two together.

I did this for Berg.

His posthuman reputation would
be tarnished with Hedberg in court.

The entire force would
be dragged in the mud.

I don't think you'd be amused when
the media vultures feasted on you.

It never occurred to you
that I can throw you in jail?

If so, I wouldn't know what
you were talking about.

One of the benefits of discussing it in
the sauna. Nowhere to hide a microphone.

Are you going public with this?

With what? Everyone's dead.

And apparently no one
can confirm what I know.

After all, the truth is finally known.

At least for some of us.

You mean people's need to
know the truth? Closure?

I thought you should have this.

A souvenir.

And the gun?

I have no idea.

I know who murdered Olof Palme.

I know who murdered Olof Palme.

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