All language subtitles for Beck 01 - Brandbilen.som.försvann_english

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?

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

Yes...

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

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

Want a ride?
It's quicker than the subway.

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 look expensive.
- Expensive as hell.

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

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

Where's Sköldgatan?
- Good question. It's a crazy thing.

Alarm Centre. I can't hear. Repeat.

Fire at 23 Sköldgatan.
23 Sköldgatan? Which district is that in?

Fire alarm. 23 Sköldgatan.

23 Sköldgatan.
- Check the map. Where is it?

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.

For Christ's sake, get moving!

Oh my God!

Relax! Jump! I'll catch you.

- What the hell happened?
- Call 90 000!

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 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 Shield Street":
Assistant Detective Krake.

- Skacke? Don't you want to be a 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?

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.

We're waiting for the technical investigation.

A little retirement party is approaching.

Shit.
- Gunvald, go home to bed.

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.

Max Karlsson was a drug dealer, Carla Berggren
was a whore and Göran Holm was a drunk.

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 to 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.
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 doing well 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.

Can't you help?

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

Come on, ltitle 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 liquour.

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
to 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.

You've built a house of straw.

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?
All 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.

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 hospital
and see Gunvald.

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 this?

This?
Gunvald Larsson's silk pyjamas.

Skacke brought them.

Does he wear high-heeled slippers too?

We're from the police.

We're looking 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 recognize you.
Weren't you the one who saved me at the fire?

That was something different.
But now I understand... You want it 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 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 all of a sudden we fell asleep.

Madeleine woke us up.
I lit a cigarette

and saw that I had slept for an hour!

You lit a cigarette?
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 stuff?
- 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 only talked a bit.

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.

Stuff that shouldn't have been there.

A small spring, an aluminum sleeve
and chemical residue.

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.

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...
the 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.

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 lived in the office 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.

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, none.

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?

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 just stand there lying.

I remember.

I think I might remember, but...
No, I don't remember.

If you tell a single lie,

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

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 had established a pre-existing condition,

"or created some kind of stimulus
which caused the fire to break out.

"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 organization.

"Conceivable. Pre-existing condition. Stimulus."

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. What's this?

Your holiday request. You have
one week left to take it. 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.

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.

Remember to stay away from someone who nags.
- Remember to avoid nagging yourself.

How depressing all this is.

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?

The fire at Sköldgatan.
That's a German accent.

From a pay phone in Fredhäll.
- Check out all persons 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 had dinner?
No, when I get there.

Okay? See you then.

Hugs. Bye.

Benny Skacke from the 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.

It's a convenience address.
There's rarely anyone there.

It was only a foreigner after all.

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

He left? When did he go?

He didn't say much. A strange type.

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

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!

Why didn't you 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'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 …
- That's a staggering thought.

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

Oops. Well, thank you.

Is that Rönn? Can you look after
my plants while I'm gone?

Good. What do you use for after shave?

Jungle Oil?

I'll have a great time. Bye.

"Buses to Stockholm flight
outside the arrival hall."

Sorry, but this is my seat.

Excuse me.

- Did you get the photograph?
- I know where he's sittting. 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've got to go. I'll explain later.
- Come on!

Idiot. You can't go armed
to an 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.

Cheers, Martin.