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Mea culpa.
Mea maxima culpa.

Mea culpa.

Quia peccavi nimis
cogitatione verbo, et opere...

Mea culpa, mea culpa,

mea maxima culpa, mea culpa.

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Mea culpa, mea culpa...

Look out! Look out!
MAN GASPS

Crazy! Learn to drive!

Mea culpa, mea culpa,
mea maxima culpa.

Mea culpa, mea culpa, mea maxima
culpa.

Mea culpa, mea culpa,
mea maxima culpa.

Mea culpa, me...

HE APPLIES HANDBRAKE

Arrgh!

# Tram wires

# Cross northern skies

# Cut my blue heart in two

# My knuckles bleed

# Down the tattered street

# On a door that shouldn't be
in front of me. #

SEAGULLS CRY

Kurt?

Hello, Sten.

At the guesthouse...
the landlady said you'd be down here.

She said you're always down here -
every day, for months.

Ever since...

They said my father must have been
driving too fast.

Lost control or skidded
off the road, killed outright.

But...I just can't accept that.

The car key was on the floor
of the car.

How does that happen?

Car keys don't just fall out
of car ignitions,

even after a crash.

You turn the key through
four positions -

it's now locked
in the starting position,

so how did it fall out on the floor?

Somebody from the
emergency services pulled it out.

OK, but they said
he must have been speeding.

You knew Gustaf, Kurt.

He was an old man.
He drove like an old man.

My father drove like an old man
even when he was a young man.

Kurt, please.

All I'm asking is...
just look over the file. For me.

I know you're...

I'm sorry, Sten.

Can't help you.

Not any more.

How was it?

Hmm?

Oh, it was lovely.
That was, er... Thanks. Yeah.

What's wrong, Kurt?

Miles away.

It was that guy, wasn't it?

Last week.

You've been brooding ever since.

Who was he?

Old friend.

A solicitor.

His, um...his father was killed
in a car accident.

And?

A couple of things
that didn't add up.

He asked me to look over it.
I... Anna...

I thought you were going to resign.
You'd made your mind up.

I have. I...

I'll see you in the morning.

Go back, Kurt.

You're no good to anyone
until you sort this out.

I don't know if I'm ready to go...

Go.

Just go.

Please.

MAN SPEAKS INDISTINCTLY OVER PA

HE CLICKS SWITCH BACK AND FORTH

Phew!

'Hello. You've reached the
mobile phone of Sten Torstensson.'

'Please leave a message and I'll get
back to you as soon as I can.'

VOICEMAIL BEEPS

Er, Sten, it's Kurt...er, Wallander.

I'm back. Er, I'm in Ystad.

I've got to go to the station,

so if I hear anything
about your father,

I'll, um...I'll let you know.

Er...er, right.

DRILL WHINES

PHONE RINGS, NOISY HUBBUB

SIREN WAILS

Put the date on it. And can I see
your driver's licence, please?

Hey, Thomas, where are you going
with that box?

Thanks a lot, guys(!)
Sorry, man.

Kurt?

Kurt!

Are you all right?

Lisa. Um...

What are you doing here?
We didn't expect you back for weeks.

Yeah, I need to talk. I've been,
um...

Well, do you want to come through?

Say, who...
who's that lady?

I recognise her.

That's Helene Duner,
Sten Torstensson's secretary.

Look, I'm afraid there's bad news,
Kurt. Sten's dead.

No. Sten... Gustaf's dead,
Sten's father.

Gustaf was killed in a car accident.
Sten hanged himself last night.

Mrs Duner found his body
this morning.

Kurt Wallander.

He said you were his last hope.

Where were you?

HE BREATHES HEAVILY

ENGINE TURNS OVER

ENGINE STOPS

ENGINE TURNS OVER

IGNITION FIRES

Gustaf Torstensson's car.
Mm-hm.

POLICE RADIO BLARES INDISTINCTLY

Is this exactly
how it was brought in?

Yeah.

HE GRUNTS

LOCK CLICKS FOUR TIMES

WALLANDER GRUNTS

MUSICAL RING TONE PLAYS

RING TONE CONTINUES PLAYING

Hello?

CHURCH CLOCK CHIMES

It arrived some weeks ago.

I said Sten should take it
to the police.

"You will all die
and who will profit then?

"You are worthless."

Sten said it must have come from
some old client,
someone with a grudge.

He wanted to throw it away.
I kept it.

Something about it
felt...unfinished.

And now this. Father and son.

Where did Sten, er...?

At his office.

That's something else
I don't understand.

To do that, knowing I would find
him...

You should show this to the police.

I'm showing it to you, Kurt.

You can't walk away again.

Right, let's see if I've got this.

You examine Gustaf Torstensson's car

and you don't think the key fell out
during the accident.

You then found the boot was locked.

When you opened it, you found
a three-legged kitchen chair in it.

You then found the missing chair leg
at the site of the accident,

which means - and stop me from
getting carried away here -

somebody must have put the chair
in the boot after the car crash

and not realised
the leg had broken off.

So the car accident was a set-up.

Old man Torstensson
had his neck broken

and then whoever did it

rolled the car down the hill
with the old man in it?

And put a kitchen chair in the boot,

which, presumably, he brought along
to have a bit of a sit down,

cos murder can actually be
quite exhausting.

Magnus.
No, I'm sorry, Lisa.

This was my case. Everything was
quite clear. Everything adds up.

What about the son? Sten.

I suppose we've missed
another one there.

That could mean anything.

SHE SIGHS

This is all
a bit circumstantial, Kurt.

Kurt, we should talk in the morning.

You know, we can review this again.

I'm sure there's something
in what you say.

It's really good to see you, Kurt.

Are you OK?

Sten Torstensson.

The larynx and the windpipe
were both crushed.

Now, obviously, you'd expect
severe constriction injuries, but
look.

The hyoid bone, it lives here.

I got them to resect it.

Fractured in five places.

Sten was hanging from a beam -
that would indicate a vertical drop,

which would dislocate the upper
vertebrae of the spinal column

resulting in death.

But a fractured hyoid...

that's usually caused by a blow.

In the old days, bare-knuckle
fighters,
very common injury -

a rabbit punch to the throat

resulting in a crushed windpipe
and suffocation.

Martial arts competitions,
that's where you see it nowadays.

Of course, it would all
make perfect sense

if Sten had pitched forward
before the drop.

I just wondered what you thought.

What was the cause given
for the old man's death?

Gustaf? Broken neck.

Wearing his seatbelt?

It can happen.

That's what I told Sten.

Where's the old man's body?

It's going to be
a long night, isn't it?

HE SNORES QUIETLY

MOBILE PHONE RINGS

Hello?

Kurt, it's me, Nyberg.

Gustaf Torstensson -
hyoid fractured in four places.

OK, thanks for that.

'Yeah, see you tomorrow.'

Yeah, in the morning.

You had no authority

to ask for another postmortem
on Gustaf Torstensson, you know that.

I don't understand.

You suddenly appear after
months away, God knows where.

No warning.

This was Magnus's case.

You've got no right doing this.

Sten came to see me.

He knew there was something wrong.

I turned him away and I...

..I just think that I should
try to...just put this right.

OK, Kurt.

But what about you?

Huh?

Are you in a fit state?

Look at you, you're sweating.

You were shaking last night,
we all saw it.

Now, you chose to take sick leave.

There's no way you can breeze in here

and take over
someone else's investigation.

You should have
a full medical examination.

Don't want to try and take over
anyone's investigation,

I just, uh...

..want to help.

I'm...I'm fine. Fine, really.
Are you?

OK.

You want to work -
you wear that at all times.

You know what the book says.

Carrying a side-arm weapon
and being prepared to use it

is fundamental
to being a police officer.

You can use your old office.

Magnus will brief you in an hour.

HOLGERSSON: OK, Magnus,
tell Kurt what you've got.

Right, we established
that Gustaf Torstensson

had been at Farnholm Castle
the day of the accident.

Now, we assumed
he'd been driving home.

Farnholm Castle. Alfred Harderberg.

The philanthropist guy.

According to Mrs Duner,
the Torstensson firm of solicitors

have become
almost exclusively involved

in managing and advising
in Harderberg's affairs.

You've already spoken to him,
haven't you, Magnus?

Yes, I was given five minutes with
him on the phone.
He was in Africa.

He's got a bunch
of projects out there,

part of the Harderberg Foundation.

Hospitals, schools - it's big stuff.
The guy's mega-loaded.

Do you think I could talk to him?

Would that be OK?

Like to talk to him.

HE BEEPS CAR HORN

Kurt Wallander.

Ekman.

Anders Ekman. Malmo Central, yeah?

Hello.
So...

Are you on duty?

Well...

It's just that I, um...
I heard that you'd packed it all in.

Well, where did you hear that?

Well, I still talk
to a few of the guys.

You work here?

Security assistant.

Basically, I open and close the gate.

It pays well. I can't complain.

Harderberg's a good boss. Nice guy.

I always thought
you got a rough deal.

It's a long time ago.
You've got to move on.

I'm OK. I'm good.

Good.

I've got an appointment.

It's about the accident, the old guy.

Harderberg's solicitor.

Get in, I'll let you through.
All right.

Thanks.

HE STARTS ENGINE

DOORBELL CHIMES

Sorry. I've got an appointment
with Mr Harderberg.

Kurt Wallander?
I'm Alfred Harderberg.

Come on in.

Sorry, I though there'd be, um...

What, lackeys?

I'm not so grand
I can't answer the bloody door.

Come through.

This business with Gustaf
and Sten is awful.

Everyone here's
in a bit of a state of shock.

If there's anything we can do...

Murdered?

Well, we don't think the deaths
are quite as they
initially appeared.

Isn't that just
police-speak for "murdered"?

Why?

Have you any idea?

That's why I'm here.

We need to build up
a picture of the two men.

HARDERBERG SIGHS

Can you tell me what Gustaf
did with you that day?

Um, he delivered some papers, um...

just things that
needed my signature.

Can you remember what time he left?

We will need to try to plot
his movements, if we can.

It'll be on the records, I imagine.
I can get them to you.

Thank you.

Exactly what kind of work
did Gustaf do for you?

Standard legal advice - some Swedish
tax law, VAT, import/export licences.

And he did a lot of work
with the foundation.

Gustaf and Sten
are going to be a big loss,

both personally and professionally.

There was a card
that we found in Sten's desk.

I can't quite work it out,
but we think it's some kind of
threat.

I wondered if it meant
anything to you at all.

You didn't report this?

I get them all the time.

Not this one specifically,
but death threats like that.

When did this arrive?

A couple of days ago -
that's why it's still in the drawer.

But, um, obviously this one is...

a bit more significant than I'd
thought.

I'll need to take this
and any envelope it came in, please.

Of course.

I think you should keep your people
alerted until we sort this out.

Thanks very much
for your time, Mr Harderberg.

These are from your foundation?
Yes, that's right. Yes.

I'm lucky. I'm stinking rich.
BOTH LAUGH

I come from a wealthy family
and I always took it for granted.

People like me always do,
no matter what they tell you.

Then I went to Africa on business
a few years ago

and I couldn't believe it -
the poverty, the filth, the stench.

But it wasn't that that got me,
it was the dignity.

People living in shit, smiling at
you.

Little children, smiling,

and you knew that two months later,
they'd be dead.

And I just thought,
"Not if I can help it. Not any more."

Do you have any children?

Yes. I have a daughter.

Never happened for me.

It's one of those things you think,

"How didn't that happen,
when I've got everything else?"

And I think that's partly why I do
this,

in some probably
appallingly egocentric way.

What do you mean?

All these little children in Africa
are my children. They're my family.

Yeah, I know,
it's easy to sneer, but...

I wasn't sneering.

Well, call me if you want to meet
again.
I'm around for a while.

I will. Thanks. Thank you.

OK?

Yeah. Thanks.

It's good to see you.
And you.

Maybe we should
go for a drink sometime.

Yeah. Yeah, let's do that. Yeah.
Great.

Thanks.

Torstensson, Harderberg.
Same card, same handwriting,

and we now assume
were sent by the killer.

So is it definitely
some kind of death threat?

"You will all die and who
will profit then? You're worthless."

"You will all die" -
seems fairly clear.

"And who will profit then?"

Might be some kind of revenge thing.
Somebody who's been screwed.

Whatever it is seems to link
Torstensson and Harderberg.

Maybe it's something to do
with their business together.

Yeah.
What did you make of him?

Um...I believed him.

Believed him?

I believed what he talked about -
Africa, you know, what he does.

He seemed genuinely upset
by the Torstenssons' deaths.

And Ekman said
he thought he was kosher.

Ekman?
Anders Ekman. Former policeman.

He works for Harderberg now
as a sort of gateman.

Ekman? Now, why do I know that name?

Malmo. He was discharged
a few years back.

He killed someone, didn't he?
Driving too fast in an unmarked car.

A teenage girl -
got an 18-month suspended sentence.

Got slung out of the force
for that one.

No light. No siren.
The girl didn't stand a chance.

Yeah, well, it could've happened
to any of us.

Shouldn't we get these cards to...?
Yeah, we'll get them to the lab.

We need to find out more about
Torstensson's business with
Harderberg. Yeah.

Kurt, are you OK?

Sure. Yeah. Just a bit, er...

Just need a bit of air.
It's a bit stuffy in here.

KNOCK AT DOOR

KNOCK AT DOOR

Wallander.

They gave me
some computer printouts to give you.

The arrivals and departures
from the castle.

What are you doing here?

Well, I thought
I'd deliver them by hand.

Did you follow me?
Yeah. I was a good cop.

I thought we could have that drink.
They don't need me back yet.

Yeah, I'm, er...

I'm busy...

Kristina Vanska.

She'd be 28 now.

I think about her...

..every day.

Took me a year before
I could get back in a car.

Finished me.

Then the booze got me.

Wife pissed off.

Kids gave up with me.

It wasn't pretty.

What got you back?

Too much of a coward
to die, I suppose.

But, Kurt, you're lucky.

You killed a murderer -

a guy who was pointing a gun
down your throat.

I killed an innocent teenage girl.

I'll pay for mine
for the rest of my life.

You don't have to.

This is all completely standard
stuff, comings and goings.

Mail vans, laundry.

I'll leave it with you, shall I?

Yes, thanks. Yeah.

HE RATTLES PILL BOTTLE

'Hi. This is Linda.'

'Please leave a message
and I'll get back to you. Thanks.'

ANSWERING MACHINE BEEPS

Hi. Hi. It's me...your dad,
in case you'd forgotten.

I'm here and, er...er...
I'm back in Ystad.

So I hope you're OK. Er...

HE YAWNS

Oh, Christ!

HE GROANS

HE SIGHS

OK, so these postcards -
we can't place the image, this
village.

The cardboard's cheap, it's generic,
so there's nothing to narrow it
down.

But the envelope
which we picked up from Mrs Duner

has an embossed mark.

The Eider Duck Hotel.

It's a hotel outside Jonkoping
on Lake Vattern.

It was posted on 8th July
and sent from the hotel.

I tried to get hold of them.

Nobody's answering the phone.
I'll keep trying.

I know this place.
I...used to go there with my dad.

Do come in. We're just through here.

It's been a lovely day, hasn't it?

Hans.

I'll just, er, get the register.

There we are.

Now, it was...July, you said?

July, yes.

Here we are.

Mr and Mrs Timglas.

A retired German couple.

Um...anyone else?

Er...

just him.

Jurgen Nordfeldt.

Is there an address?

We threw out all the registration
forms when we closed.

I remember him, though.

A gentleman...late 40s.
Early 50s.

Anything else
that you remember about him?

Well...there was a young lady.

Mr Nordfeldt drank far too much.

And there was this young woman
came to visit him.

Well, they had a very long and loud
argument in the dining room.

Shouting.
Who was she?

Oh...
Her name was Nordfeldt too.

Elin, I think. Yes, Elin.

I called her a taxi for the airport.

Er...wife? Daughter, maybe?

She was too young to be his wife.

You don't know that. 50's no age
now.

Thank you very much...for your help.
You've been very kind.

I actually know this place.

I...used to come here
when I was a boy...

..with my...dad.

We know who you are - Kurt
Wallander.

Yes.
Povel Wallander's boy.

You used to
love the animals.

The animals, yeah.

That's right.

The place was full of animals.

My husband's great talent
was taxidermy.

Until his eyes got too old...
and his fingers.

And what happened to the animals?

We had to throw them out.

Rotten, like everything else.

Is your father still alive?

He's, er... Yes.

Remember us to him, won't you?

Yes. I will.

Magnus, I've got names.
Jurgen and Elin Nordfeldt.

See what you can dig up.

Hello, Dad.

Hmm?

Hello, Dad.

Linda, I...

..don't understand.

I come down every couple of weeks.

You'd know that if you...

No, I...I tried to call you.

I was busy.

Family reunion, is it? Family
reunion?

I'm...I'm sorry, Dad.

I've been...

..away.

Holiday? It's all holiday
with you people now, isn't it?

No. I've, er...

HE SIGHS

I'm off now, Grandad.
Grandad, I'm off now.

You've a lot to catch up on.

Don't go yet, please.
I have to get back.

No, no, no. Don't go.
The trains, they're dangerous.

It's OK, Grandad.
They crash. They crash.

Grandad, I'll be fine.

You. You can go. Go.

Don't you leave, good girl.
Beautiful girl.

I've got money in my pocket,
pocket money.

No, no, no. Oh.

It's all right. It's all right.

It's all right. It's all right.
It's all right.

POVEL WHIMPERS
It's all right.

It's all right. It's all right.
It's all right.

Dad, we should let her go.

POVEL MOANS
God, I'm...

Oh. Oh, I'm sorry. Oh, God.

Oh, it's all right.
Dad, get a nurse.

POVEL GROANS
Dad, get a nurse!

Nurse.

Nurse! Nurse!

POVEL SOBS
It's all right. It's all right.

It's all right, Mr Wallander.
Just take my arm. That's it.

I'll take your weight.
OK, that's it.

Thanks.

I tried to get in touch
with you, Dad...

..so many times.

How could you just leave everyone?

We're your family.

Maybe we just could have helped.

You always turn away.

Please, Linda, just give me
a bit of a break.

It's like we're out there somewhere,
way out on the edge of your life.

That's just...
That's not true, Linda.

I killed a man.
I couldn't handle it, OK?
I didn't know what I was doing.

I just needed to get some silence,
some space. I don't know.

Why have you come back now?

Why, Dad?

A man came to me for help.

I turned him away and now he's dead.

What do I have to do, Dad?
What do any of us have to do? Die?

Would that do it for you?

I'm so sorry.

CAR HORN HONKS

My taxi.

Don't go yet.
The train's booked.

Please, Linda.

CAR DOOR CLOSES, ENGINE STARTS

I don't know what
I'm supposed to be looking for.

Anything that connects the name
Jurgen Nordfeldt to the firm.

Perhaps he was an old client
with a grievance of some sort?

I don't think so.
It's not that kind of business.

It's much more a question
of Customs practices,

bills of lading,
shipping regulations.

What about the foundation?
The firm dealt with that as well.

That was very much Gustaf's domain.
He did all that from home.

From home? Why was that?

I don't know.
That's what he always did.

HE SIGHS

So Sten was working here
that night, Mrs Duner?

Yes. He was alone.

So he could have let someone in?
Someone he knew?

Of course.

Have you any idea
what he was working on?

He was helping Gustaf
with the foundation work.

So he could have been
working on that here, yes?

Well, I suppose so.

Gustaf was getting very tired.

Mr Harderberg is a good man
but a hard taskmaster.

And Gustaf lived alone?

His wife died some years ago.

Who's looking after the house?
Do you have a key?

Mm-hm.

He worked down here, always alone.

Here. Thank you.

HE JIGGLES DOOR HANDLE

Oh, I'm sorry. Gustaf was
the only one with a key.

Is there a window?

We're underground.

No-one else had a key?

Sten. Sten gave me Gustaf's car key.

If those things are genuine,
they're worth a fortune.

Why keep them hidden down here?

Did you know he had these?
I had no idea.

Was Gustaf very wealthy?
I mean, was there family money?

Not to my knowledge.

That's a lot of money.

There's nothing here.

He kept all the foundation work
here. I know he did.

What's this? I don't know.

You sure no-one else
had a key to this room?

I suppose Sten might have,
but only Sten.

It's like some kind
of space-age picnic hamper.

Wait. I think this bar code
contains product ID.

VAT registration data.

It might link it to some kind
of EU export product database.

Um... Oh, give me your mobile, will
you?

Great. Thanks.

You said this room was full of
icons,

more than Gustaf
could ever have afforded.

One key with Gustaf
and maybe one with Sten.

So Sten could have taken
those papers, or Gustaf himself.

But what's the connection
to Jurgen Nordfeldt?

OK, match found.

Right, Antvardan Plastics
and Composites fabrication plant

in Ostersund.

"Suppliers in specialist
plastic mouldings,

"high-impact resins,
heat-proof injection mouldings...

"Company details - personnel.
List of current employees..."

There. There. There.
Jurgen Nordfeldt.

Senior Dispatches Manager.

That's him.

Hi, this is Detective Hoglund,
Ystad Police.

Can you put me through to your
human resources department, please?

Jurgen Nordfeldt,

senior manager in dispatches,
and we need to know...

Yes. I see.

Have you got a photograph on file
by any chance? ...Good.

As soon as we get that picture,
get it to the folk at
the Eider Duck Hotel.

Right. I need you to e-mail that...
I should warn Harderberg.

Left without notice,
beginning of the month.

Don't know where he went
and nobody's heard from him.

There's thousands of these boxes
on the website. No idea what it is,
though.

Finally getting yourself
a new liver, then, Kurt?

You know what that is, don't you?
No.

It's an organ transplant container.

No. I don't recognise him.
What did you say his name was?

Jurgen Nordfeldt.

And you think he sent the cards?

Definitely, but he's gone missing.

Sit down. Would you like a beer?

BOTTLES CLINK

Very tempting. But no, I won't.
Thank you. You're very kind.

So what does this guy do?

Plastics factory,
dispatches manager.

This is serious, isn't it?

Two people have already been killed,
and you received one of these cards.

Mmm. What else do you know
about this guy?

Nothing. There's a niece we're
trying to track down,
Elin, who's a doctor.

Have you any way
of checking their names

against people who may have worked
for the foundation?

The Torstenssons kept a database
of volunteer movements, I think,

for visa details and suchlike.

But Torstensson kept the
foundation's paperwork at his home.

Yes, I know.
It's missing, I'm afraid.

His office was stripped.

There's no records,
no database, no hard drives.

There's nothing.
I don't understand.

I think it's possible that there may
be some significant fraud here.

Against me?
Against the foundation.

I know it's unlikely, but...

No, no. It's not unlikely at all.
It happens in a small way every day.

It's virtually impossible to keep up
with the daily flow of capital
in an organisation like mine.

I'm sorry, but I'd suggest you do
what you need to to check it out.

In the meantime,
till we find Jurgen Nordfeldt,

you should consider
your movements very carefully.

We'd like to offer you security.
No, no. I'm fine, thank you.

I'm very well protected.
Oh, here's the man himself.

You've met Karl Sjolander. He looks
after me. He's very capable.

I'll pass on your thoughts, though.

All right, then. Well,
thanks again for your time.

PHONE RINGS

Hello, Magnus.
You called earlier?

Look, these printouts
from Farnholm Castle,

there's something I don't get.

They're straightforward.

Torstensson leaves about
half an hour after he got there.

Oh, no. It's not Torstensson.

You see, according to these,
his is the only car

to have left the castle
between the hour of 08.29 and 09.34.

Well, when we did
the accident investigation,

we interviewed a couple of hikers
on the road that morning,

and they said they thought
another car passed them

before Torstensson's car,
about ten minutes ahead.

Yeah, and?

There are no feed roads
between the castle

and the site of Torstensson's death.

So that car must have come
from the castle.

If there was one.

OK. Thanks, Magnus.

That, um...printout you gave me...
Yeah.

Did you do that? No.

I just sit here,
looking at screens and opening gates.

You see that?

That's on me.

Make sure I don't fall asleep.

Were you on that day -
Torstensson's accident?

No, I try not to do weekends
if I can help it.

Is there a problem?

It's...it's a bit of a cock-up
with the printout.

One of my guys seems to think

that another car left the castle
a few minutes before the old man,

but the printout says not.

Sjolander deals with that.

Harderberg's man.

He thinks he's a technical genius.

He's not.

Want me to check it out?
I just need to...

Eliminate it.

Yeah. All right, thanks.
Take care, Kurt.

MOBILE PHONE RINGS

Hello?

HOGLUND:
We found her. Elin Nordfeldt.

Got in from Mozambique
three days ago.

She's in Tomelilla this evening

giving a slideshow Q&A
in the town hall.

Good. Thanks.

WOMAN SPEAKS IN BACKGROUND

In some parts of Sudan,
Medicins Sans Frontieres doctors

have become the sole provider
of healthcare -

sometimes even of food and water.

Children, civilians,
bear the brunt of endless conflict...

..their way of life destroyed.

They have no security, no future,
no hope -

just what relief we can bring them.

Mutilations are commonplace.

We see sharp-weapon trauma
inflicted on all ages.

Some of these people
simply give up on life.

We in the West have become
inured to these images.

It's called "compassion fatigue".

"Victim overload".

This young woman is my age.

Her name is Sasha.

They held Sasha down

and hacked off her hands
with a machete.

MURMURING

Now, compassion fatigue or not,
this is happening.

And the time to help is now.

MOUTHS

Thank you very much.
I enjoyed the lecture.

If, um..."enjoy" is the word.
Thanks.

Forms are at the back,
if you want to join the mailing list.

Actually, I'm a police officer.

I wonder if there's somewhere we
could go and talk about your uncle.

WAITER: Here we are.

So tell me a bit about Jurgen.

What about him?

I'm told that you and he had
a bit of a shouting match

at the Eider Duck Hotel.

What's that got to do with you?

Sorry, I don't understand.
Why are you so nervous?

I'm not.

Doesn't everyone
get nervous around police?

Anyway, how do I know
you are police?

Look, I'll show you...

Oh, sorry, I have, um...

Well, you just have to
take my word for it.

I don't think so.
Please, wait, wait.

Please. Please. Just sit down.

Do you, um...

Do you recognise this place?

No.

This is your uncle's handwriting,
yes?

Yes.

Why would your uncle
issue death threats?

Well, it's not necessarily
a death threat, is it?

"You will all die." That's...

Well, it's a simple
statement of fact.

Have you seen this before?
You have, haven't you?

Jurgen sent two of these.

One to a firm of solicitors -
a father and son.

Sten and Gustaf Torstensson.
Do you know them?

No. Both murdered.

Sent the other to a man called
Harderberg.
Do you know Alfred Harderberg?

No.

Why are you frightened?

I have to go.
Please, Elin!

Please.

Please, Elin, tell me what this
means.

The girl who was mutilated, Sasha...

I told my uncle
how she came in to the clinic.

I found a bed for her.

Next time I saw her was in the
mortuary three days later.

There wasn't much of Sasha left.

120,000.

That's the value of a human body

if it's properly processed
and packaged.

UN Biomedics and Ethics Committee.
Their figures.

120,000 for a body
full of healthy organs.

I'm sorry.

Elin?

No, no, um...

Elin. Hey. Hey.

Oh, yeah. Yeah...

Oh, sorry, sorry.
Excuse me. The bill?

Elin!

Elin!

Elin!

Elin, please, just wait.

CLICKS SWITCH
Oh, for...!

CRASHING

BIRDS CHIRP

MOBILE PHONE RINGS

He...hello?

Kurt Wallander?

Yeah, who's this, please?
This is Jurgen Nordfeldt.

Where are you?

Elin's dead.

This has got to stop.

Jurgen, where are you?

Cab...cab...cabin 22,
Ringsjolm Trailer Park.

It's OK. I know it. I know it.
Stay where you are. Don't move.

I'm on my way.
You stay where you are!

TYRES SCREECH

Jurgen! Jurgen!

GASPS

Jurgen, stay with me.
Stay with me, Jurgen.

Uh...

Yeah, Wallander. Ambulance, urgent.

Er... Um...
Berth 22, Ringsjolm Trailer Park.

I repeat - urgent!

Jurgen, Jurgen, stay.

Right, stay with me. Stay with me.
Stay with me, Jurgen!

SPLUTTERS

Stay with me, Jurgen! Stay with me.

You're going to be OK.
You're going to be OK.

SQUELCH

Stay with me, Jurgen. Stay with me.

JURGEN GASPS

OK, Jurgen.

WALLANDER WHISPERS URGENTLY

Stay with me, Jurgen.

WHISPERS

AIR HISSES THROUGH PEN

Yes, Jurgen. Yes, Jurgen.

Let me hear you breathe, Jurgen.

AIR BLOWS

FLUID GARGLES

BREATHES

Yes, Jurgen.

SIREN BLARES

POLICE CHATTER ON RADIO

Kurt? So naive.

Who? Elin and Jurgen.

I think they were trying
to nail Harderberg

by using the Torstenssons.

Some kind of philanthropic
blackmail.

There are lists of projects

that they were demanding
that he increased his funding to.

So, what have they got on Harderberg?

PHONE RINGS

Magnus?

He's with me.

There's a connection.

Torstensson placed an order
with Antvardan Plastics.

Six container loads of organ
transplant boxes for the Sudan.

Now, Customs and Excise
designates them as medical equipment,

so before you can export them
you need an end-user certificate.

But by redesignating the boxes
as soft-drink coolers,

Torstensson avoided
Customs and Excise scrutiny.

There are 800 of them.

800!

Same as the ones
in Torstensson's house?

The polypropylene
is double skinned,

so you can fill the cavity
with liquid nitrogen.

That's a thermometer.
The temperature's crucial.

Any organ warmer
than 12 degrees Centigrade

would be unfit for transplant.

Now, I contacted
the Royal General in Stockholm

and asked them how many of these they
might be likely to order in a year.

How many?

No more than 12.

Body parts.

He's trading in body parts
from Africa.

Torstensson?
Harderberg.

This is what they were trying
to blackmail him with.

Elin knew about this and persuaded
her uncle to get involved.

120,000 for a human body.

And then I gave him
Elin and Nordfeldt's names.

I gave them to him.

MARTINSSON: Alfred Harderberg?!

I can't believe that. Why would
he need to do shit like that?

We've got him, haven't we?

This will all be
in Torstensson's name.

Why would Sten come and talk to you
in the first place about his father,

if he was already involved in all
this?

Mrs Duner said that Sten

had only just started working
on the foundation's business.

I think he must have known
something was wrong,

that his father had got involved,

and was taking pay-offs from
Harderberg to cover something up.

He knew that I'd work out what it
was. Why can't we nail Harderberg?

Because nothing will lead
specifically back to Harderberg.

Absolutely nothing -
I can guarantee that.

I suppose what really interests me
is why you're here.

I've told you.

Yeah, a list of grotesque,
unfounded allegations

without a shred of proof.

You're not here to arrest me.
We both know that.

In fact, I'm willing to bet that
nobody else even knows you're here.

I'm fairly certain you're not wired
up,

and it wouldn't surprise me
if you weren't even armed,

given your recent history.

Well, I believed you. Africa.
The foundation.

I meant it. Every word.

My children, my family.

You've got so many questions...
haven't you,

rattling around inside your head?

Look, you killed a man recently.

A racist killer, killed in
self-defence in the line of duty.

A perfectly reasonable
course of action.

Then you ran away...

..into the wilderness
for six months - sweating, shaking -

and it wouldn't leave you, would it?

And all the time
you had this one big question

nagging away at you -

does your pain make you
a good man or a weak man?

I took...

..a life.

Exactly.

It's life or death. Who lives, who
dies?

Who decides?

Was a racist killer's life
worth as much as yours?

You know it wasn't.

In your heart, you know it wasn't.

That's what you're running away from.

Nobody has the right to make
those kinds of decisions.

I didn't say it was my right.

It's my strength.

Who lives, who dies.
My family, my children.

I decide.

SCOFFS

DOOR CLOSES

KEYS JINGLE

EXHALES

Did you ever pray?

SCOFFS
Pray?

When you went off?

After you shot that guy.

Why would I pray?

I don't know.

Forgiveness.

Did you? I did, yeah.

But not for forgiveness.

I prayed...

..that they'd let me back.

WALLANDER: Back?

In the force.

Some day.

That's what I wanted.

I was a good cop.

I know.

Do you? I knew you.

I knew who you were.

Yeah? Sure.

GLASSES CLINK

I miss it.

Every day.

Every minute.

Being part of it, belonging.

Respect.

I'm nothing now.

But you - you're still there.

So what have you got? Open it.

It's Torstensson.

Leaving the castle
on the day he was killed.

Who's in the BMW?

Sjolander - Harderberg's man -
on all the cameras.

Sjolander left ten minutes before
the old man.

You were right. There's your proof.

They doctored the lists
they sent you.

What's going on? You don't know?

Harderberg...has been involved
in trading body parts from Africa.

Organs for transplant.

Hundreds of them.

Gustaf was in on it
and I think he got scared

and Harderberg had him killed.

I thought he was too good to be true.

You going to nail him?

I'm going to nail his henchman.
That's a start.

I want back in.

You know that's not going to happen.

Well, you can make it happen.
Anders...

You're Kurt Wallander.
People listen to you.

I'm just an inspector. You know how
it works. I do know how it works.

Look...write me a letter.

Talk to someone.

Put in a word, bend an ear.

I'm sorry, Anders.

Listen. Kurt, please...
please listen to me.

You killed someone.

You took a life.

You walk away, you bang
your head against a wall,

you wonder, "Can I still be a cop?"

I killed someone. An accident.

I can't be a cop...ever again.

I don't have a choice!

You have the choice.

Give me the choice again.

Just do that.

He might have given us Harderberg.
There must be something you can do.

You can't do deals for information.
Come on, we do deals all the time.

Not to bring a killer
back in to the force.

He's done his time. He deserves a
break.

He killed someone, Kurt.
Yeah, and so did I.

What you did was in the line of duty.

He was just unlucky.

He broke the rules, he has to pay.

Sure, he broke the rules,
he had an accident,

and a girl died and it was awful,
but it was an accident, Lisa.

Nothing Harderberg does
is an accident.

It's murder hundreds of times over.

People are dying because
he's decided they're worth

no more than the sum total
of their body parts,

and you're talking to me
about Anders Ekman and rules?!

OPENS, CLOSES DOOR

PHONE RINGS

Hello?
EKMAN: They're leaving.

Sorry. What do you mean?
Harderberg, Sjolander.

The private jet's got a slot
out of Stockholm at 1.30.

They're taking the chopper
in 30 minutes.

Sjolander called me to help
shut the place up.

Anders, leave it.

It's all right, Kurt.

I'm here.

I can do this.

Anders!

Anders. Come on, Anders. Anders?

Open the gate.
Won't open, I've tried.

Must have shut the power down
at the castle.

Right. We wait.
I'm calling for backup.

No time.
Sjolander's firing up the chopper.

Anders, wait!

GRUNTS

GUNFIRE

HELICOPTER ROTOR WHIRRS

Stop!
FIRES GUN

Or I'll shoot.

CHUCKLES

CHUCKLES

BANG! BANG!

Argh!

HARDERBERG GROANS

Argh!

Argh! Aargh!

Anders?

BREATHES RAPIDLY

Back in.

I'm back in.

You're back in.

CHURCH CLOCK CHIMES

PHONE RINGS

Wallander.