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Have you got a minute? Application for respite?

There's a new shorter version. I'll show you.

No, it's not here.

We'll get it from the computer. It's so new. There's less space

to state reasons for wanting a respite. Means less grumbling...

-I don't know what it's called. -You know, it's new to me, too.

Here it is.

Well...

No.

Here it is! This is it!

I'll make a few copies, and now you know where to find it.

OK. Thanks a lot.

-Are you coming with us? -Well, I don't know.

We're just having a beer. Come on...

Now we're off to have a beer. It's part of the job.

Now we're off to have a beer. It's part of the job. Coming?

I just have to fix something. I'll be there later.

Promise! Otherwise you'll have a salary cut.

-Here she comes! -I was delayed.

An hour! We thought you were dead.

-Where were you? -I just went for a walk.

-A long walk! -She can do what she wants.

Sure, as long as she does it with me.

But you find your way in town, right? You've been here before?

-It's not all new to you? -I think she'll manage.

You're a bit pale. Did something happen?

No, I was just a little puzzled.

-Here... for you. -Thanks.

Oops!

Hey, give me...

-We'd better put some salt on it. -But it'll go away, right?

Yes, Dad sees to that.

It'll disappear.

No, this is something else.

You're already dirty.

Let me see your hands.

What have you been doing? Digging?

-Thanks. -What?

-What's wrong? -I'm just going to the Ladies' Room.

Mona!

-Are you leaving? -I'm tired.

-Are you sure? -Yeah, I need tranquillity, but...

Tell the others that...

But you just came here.

Can't you...

Couldn't you...

-How do you say...? -Not right now.

This will sound ridiculous but I...

When you first came to our firm...

You're divorced, or what?

-What? -Your wife left you.

-How did you know that? -There's something about you...

Your way of looking...

-Looking? -...at me.

Your eyes...

-I must go. -You want me to take you?

Did something happen? Tell me...

Can I help you?

No.

Are you sure about that?

You shouldn't disturb a person who might be praying.

-Were you praying? -No.

What the hell are you doing to my car?

I didn't see you. You were driving so fast.

-Drunk? Have you been drinking? -No.

-What's wrong with you? -You just ran into my car.

-What's your problem? -It's just a dent.

It's nothing, it's just a dent. Stop it! Are you crazy, or what?

You're the one who's gone completely mad!

Don't stare at me!

...another man was found dead the same day that the police

published a reconstruction of the bayonet man's face.

Fear is spreading and also criticism against the police who after 4 weeks

still don't know who the murderer is, who has killed five victims so far.

This sort of crime is difficult to solve. There's no distinct pattern.

But the course of action is always the same.

-We suppose it's the same man. -Man? So it can't be a woman?

-We think it's a man. -Has this kind of picture any value?

Did it help in earlier cases? Does it even resemble anyone at all?

We will capture this man... or woman, if you like.

SHE SAW THE BAYONET KILLER

"It could have been me."

Hello. Not disturbing you? I live across the landing.

We've noticed you just moved in. I wanted to present myself. Eva.

-Here you are. -Oh, thank you.

I know what it's like to move into a new house.

-Have you lived in Sweden before? -No.

If you need anything just ring our doorbell.

You weren't in bed, were you? I hope you're not ill.

Do you work? Is it your day off, maybe?

Well, I...

-Where are you from? Copenhagen? -No.

Sometimes you wonder about living in town with your kids.

It's unsafe, almost scary. We'd like to move out of town.

What about you? Do you live alone? Well, I understand...

Leaving a bad relationship behind.

A new job, new environment, starting all over. You don't need to explain.

You'd like to tear yourself up by the roots...

Get out of the wheel.

They say there was another murder last night.

-Where? -Right here. It's insane.

...I saw what happened.

-What did you say? -If only I saw what happened.

They said something about a reward.

That'd be great. We'd really need that money.

This needs washing. Well, as I said, you can always ring our doorbell.

So, here you are again.

Frank.

We met the other day.

You were saying your daily prayer.

-Well, actually, I wasn't. -No, right.

-Do you live around here? -Maybe.

What about you?

-Maybe. A cigarette? -You're not allowed to smoke in here.

-Says who? -The police.

Oh, yeah, the police...

Do you work there?

-In the church? -No.

-I thought you might be a cantor. -Me?

I'm not able to hold a note.

So it was you, who were saying your daily prayer.

I'm not...

I just like the place.

The room.

The silence.

The acoustics.

There's never anyone there.

No one sees you.

I saw you.

-Can I help you? -What do you mean?

-Just wondering. -And why is that?

-It was just a question. -The same question as last time.

I find it a bit indiscreet. Do I look like someone needing help?

Yes, you do, actually. You look like someone searching for something.

Don't stare at me.

You're staring at me.

You've got a strange look in your eyes.

You too...

What's your name again?

Frank.

Mona.

Hi.

May I come in?

I didn't expect to find you at home. I've phoned several times.

How are you?

I'm fine.

Why don't you come to work? We're starting to worry about you.

I took some time off.

You didn't tell us.

-You're not ill, are you? -No.

-So what's it all about? -Nothing.

Draw them back.

Draw them back!

Did something happen?

What's that?

A picture.

I recognize it from the paper. Who is he?

A murderer.

Why do you keep him on the fridge?

Because I met him.

-You met him? -Yes.

Where?

In the street.

-How do you know it was him? -I just know.

You felt it?

Don't you ever feel things?

Not that kind of things.

So you don't believe such things might happen?

What else do you feel?

That...

you've got sweaty palms.

Not at all.

May I touch them?

Any other prophecies?

You want to sleep with me.

Your behaviour is rather strange.

You'd better leave now.

Well, I...

I'd like...

-I was hoping that we... -Well, I'm leaving now!

-Hi, is that you, Frank? -Yes.

It's Mona.

Things just seem to happen to me.

-Is it a mere coincidence? -"Mere coincidence?" Does that exist?

Maybe it's all connected, although you don't think so.

There's something you know.

But you deny knowing it.

-I wonder why he does it. -He probably doesn't know himself.

It must be some kind of trauma.

Sometimes I believe that there are two ways of existence.

Either you love people.

Or you don't.

They both function.

-You seem to be aware somehow. -Me?

-You've given it some thought, right? -Have you?

In former times people thought that the very last thing you saw in life

would remain imprinted in your eyes as if it was a photograph.

That's why autopsies concentrated on murder victims' eyes.

It was believed that the murderer's face was engraved on the retina

at the moment of death.

They thought they could see the murderer's face in the victim's eyes.

Do you think he had something like that in mind?

I don't know.

Maybe something happens when you look at another person.

Maybe you steal something from them.

When I look at you, it's as if I'm taking something away from you.

You have to shut my eyes if you don't want to give me what I'm taking.

Or you have to hold something in front of your face.

I once found a kitten in the meadow when I was a little girl.

It looked so lonely.

So defenceless.

I put it in a bag to take it home, hoping nobody would see it.

But when I came home...

Something is happening.

I don't know whether I'm slowly waking up or...

...slowly falling asleep.

-Have you ever felt like that? -Why are you telling me this?

You don't know me.

You don't know who I am.

You don't know me.

You don't know who I am.

It could be part of a pointed weapon.

The bayonet is broken.

Hi.

-Did something happen? -No.

-Yeah? -It's me. Mona.

-What time is it? -I have to...

Half past one!

-Were you asleep? -No, well, yes, I'm asleep.

-I need to talk to someone. -What's up?

He's done it again.

I know it's him. I saw it in his eyes.

-Who are you talking about? -You know who I mean.

I was there, at the crime scene. I saw the body.

You were at the crime scene?

Yes, I don't know what I was doing there, but I was there.

I could see it. You should have seen his eyes...

-His eyes? What about his eyes? -Don't you believe me?

I don't know. Sometimes everything gets mixed up.

You have a certain feeling, and you see signs everywhere.

You interpret all the signs but you know that you're mistaken.

You know that you're right, but... in a wrong way.

What do you mean?

I'm a little tired, I'm in bed.

-I must phone the police. -Sleep on it first.

You don't see things clearly at night I'll call you tomorrow.

-Hello. -Hello.

I'd like to report something.

I know who the murderer is.

The bayonet murderer.

The registration number...

I wrote down the car's registration number.

He ran over me and I wrote his number on another car.

So he ran over you?

Somewhere around here...

-I know it was here. -That's enough. Thanks.

Wait!

I think it was here. It must be here.

You know what I think? This man doesn't exist.

Only in your imagination. It's a fixed idea.

You're not going to do anything?

-Answer me! -Why are you so interested in this?

You're on sick-leave but seems to be feeling fine.

We have witnesses asking us to look into your strange behaviour.

-What witnesses? -We got certain information.

From whom? What kind of information?

Information...

I'm trying to help, that's all. I'm telling you what I know.

I'm dead certain it's him.

Why didn't you report it right away? If you're dead certain?

I...

It wasn't that urgent then.

You fell asleep.

You had a dream.

Maybe it's just a nightmare, all of it.

I imagine that someone like you must have quite a few nightmares.

I thought...

it'd become clearer in daylight.

It's a pity it didn't.

Yes?

-Were you asleep? -Who is this?

You can't just thrust yourself at me.

You can't just walk into me.

Run straight into me.

Then I feel cornered.

And I don't know what I'll do when I feel cornered.

You've got the wrong number.

It's not the wrong number.

How did you get my number?

You could hurt me a lot.

And you're sure it was him?

Quite sure.

-But you didn't recognize the voice? -No.

It wasn't someone you know?

Don't you believe me?

Yes, I do.

In fact, I do believe you.

-Have you got a light? -Don't open it!

Why not?

It won't close again.

Mona!

Don't be frightened.

-What are you doing here? -I was waiting for you.

-Why? -I need to see you.

I never get hold of you.

What's wrong with you?

Ever since I saw you... It's so strange.

I'm following you and I don't know why.

-You're following me? -I'd like you to...

Couldn't you...?

-Mona... -Let go of me!

-Why are you avoiding me? -Don't stare at me!

I want to own you. I want you to be all mine.

Are you there? I want to tell you something I've been thinking about.

It's about amputation.

Does that scare you?

You don't get everything right just by adding something.

You might think that, but certain things require

that you take something away instead.

You cut if off. You're forced to do it.

Do you understand? As in a hospital, in wartime.

You see a person in the street who is injured, bleeding to death.

It stirs up feelings.

And you're incapable of controlling them.

You do things without knowing why.

I recognize that.

Suddenly you find yourself in a strange situation.

Because you happened to be in a crucial place.

You come across the culprit, you might think, or... you know it.

But you become a suspect yourself. Why is that?

What factor causes that?

Feeling better now?

It's only pictures.

I've never had such a strange feeling before.

We shouldn't do this now.

No.

Have you had coffee?

Are you leaving?

Did you sleep at all? Did you?

You were up all night. Do you regret it?

Was it a mistake?

No, I was just thinking that

if I could remember the registration number I might...

Were you up all night thinking about him?

Maybe he's the one you want to fuck.

I can hold this in front of my face.

Would that do?

You want him inside of you, right?

-He's the guy you want inside of you? -What's wrong with you?

What's happened?

I'm sorry.

This won't work. I made a mistake.

I imagined that you...

Frank!

Hello, I'd like to know who the owner of a certain car is.

Is that possible?

Yes? And the address.

Yes, it's here.

I'll get it later.

Show it to me.

Open it, for Christ's sake!

That's good.

Wait here.

-Shit... -What's wrong?

There's a strange smell of perfume or something.

How can you live in such a place?

Never mind.

It's me...

Are you there?

You...

You must...

You must help me.

Frank...

Give me the police.

Go and sit in the car. I'll be there in a minute.

Lock the doors. Just do as I say.

I'll be right back. OK?

Is he dead?

Yes.

The pathologist's report says you smashed his head with the rifle butt.

-Is that correct? -I think so.

Actually the third or fourth blow was fatal.

Still you continued hitting him several times. Why did you do that?

I was afraid.

How much time elapsed between the fourth and fifth blow?

-I don't know. -Think hard.

A couple of seconds, maybe.

Was he lying on the floor? Did he move at all?

I don't think so.

And yet you continued. Why didn't you run away?

I just wanted it all to end. I was seized with panic.

I wanted to feel safe.

Why did you call him and not anyone else?

Because...

I trust him.

I can't explain it, but...

He knows.

What kind of relationship do you have?

Are you lovers?

So you're lovers?

Yes.

Do you read this stuff?

No.

I did once.

Where are the cups?

In that one, on the table, I think.

-Did you put the kettle on? -Yes.

-You're making a sandwich? -Yes.

Tuesday. As the days pass by I get closer but also further away

in some kind of long corridor, the tracks disappear behind me.

Wednesday. I went to see Mona in the evening, having a strange feeling.

She was scared and told me that the evil man had called again.

I asked her, but she hadn't recognized my voice this time either.

I hold her and she was shivering against my body.

Or was that me shivering against her body?

Sunday. Two eyes, someone is accusing me.

I hit the eyes and someone is dead. That's what they tell me later.

It's a reflex... or a real enemy.

Nothing leads to me any more.

The knife was the last clue.

You'll have to tell me everything.

Yes.

-Everything. -I will.

From the very beginning.

Yes.

-But not right now. -No, not right now.

-What about the tea? -It's almost ready.

-Is there any bread? -There's some, I think.

-We have to go shopping tomorrow. -Yes, but it's Sunday.

-Maybe the shops are open. -Some of them are.

Have you read this one?

Yes, it's really great.