Young Wallander (2020) s01e01 Episode Script
Episode 1
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[POLICE RADIO CHATTER.]
["HARD TIME" BY SEINABO SEY PLAYING ON RADIO.]
Took me for granted But call it love if you will I'm aware of this I did let you in - [POLICE CHATTER ON RADIO.]
- Sink for you to swim Dancing on the ledge Tried to make you stay I did let you win Broke to what became Became you and me try to [MAN ON RADIO.]
Use of explosives in Malmà is now at a level that's unique for a state not at war.
Explosions, shootings, warring criminal gangs.
[WOMAN ON RADIO.]
Continuous injections for the right wing - [TURNS DOWN VOLUME.]
- [DISTANT MUSIC IS HEARD.]
Listen.
- [HIP-HOP MUSIC PLAYING.]
- [GLASS SMASHES.]
[INDISTINCT VOICES YELLING.]
[MAN.]
Hey, this party's dead.
Let's go to The Cube.
[CAR HORN HONKS.]
POLICE [MUSIC CONTINUES.]
Just a few friends having a bit of fun.
I suppose that's illegal now.
The noise can be heard on the street, meaning you're disturbing the public order and peace.
- So, yes, it's illegal.
- Hey.
Turn the volume down.
- Turn the fucking volume up.
- Hey.
You've been going 24 hours.
Looks like most of your guests have left.
- Time to shut it down.
- Mm.
I understand, I really do.
You show up here, you see this place.
Same age as me, but knowing I've already made more money than you will in your entire pointless career.
[CHUCKLES.]
How could you not feel inferior? [WOMAN WHOOPING IN BACKGROUND.]
Dilated pupils, flushed face, sweating I'd say MDMA.
Nah, he's talking a lot.
I'd say cocaine.
If only there was a way we could settle this.
How about a urine test at the station? I think that's a great idea.
What do you say? - [VOMIT SPLATTERS.]
- [COUGHS.]
[HIP-HOP MUSIC CONTINUES.]
[MAN.]
Everything that's wrong with society, summed up right there.
Too much money in the hands of people like that asshole.
Nice move on the drug test.
We really changed the world tonight.
Doing it one noise complaint at a time.
It's still good police work.
I mean, did you see the guy's face? I did enjoy that.
I wish I could take you to Major Crimes with me.
You earned it.
It's only fair I let you have this one after all those times I beat you in the Academy.
That's not how I remember it.
- [SOMBER ELECTRONIC MUSIC PLAYS.]
- [CARS HORNS HONK.]
[CAR HORN HONKS.]
[INDISTINCT CHATTER.]
- [MAN SHOUTS.]
- [DOG BARKS.]
[DISTANT ENGINE REVS.]
[DISTANT SIRENS.]
Good evening, sir.
Having a nice day? [LAUGHTER.]
[YOUTH.]
Shut the fuck up.
Fucking idiot.
[YOUTH 2.]
You know how to play the game? - You don't know shit about football.
- [WOMAN.]
Ibrahim! Get over here! Now! [GLASS SMASHES.]
Fuck off.
You don't know anything.
Fuck you.
Dickhead.
- [WOMAN.]
Are you out of your mind? - [DOOR CLOSES.]
You want to throw away your entire future? Everything we fought for? [SCOFFS.]
- [WOMAN.]
Hi.
- Hey.
Hey, Ibra.
Look, the game isn't finished yet, Mom.
It is for you.
Fighting? Again? You shouldn't even be playing in a game like this.
You know what'd happen if they found out? You can walk up.
Go! - [DOG BARKS.]
- [CHILD CRIES.]
- [MAN.]
Why shouldn't he be playing? - [SIGHS.]
Malmà offered him a professional contract.
They're putting him in a good school.
- Wow.
- Moving us into an apartment - near the training grounds.
- Great.
Well done.
[SIGHS.]
He's the one with the talent.
I see what you go through.
Keeping him away from things around here.
The bad things.
Must be a full-time job.
I'm his mother.
[ELEVATOR CHIMES.]
How was your day? Good.
What job do you do again? Wait.
If you're moving away, where am I going to get the special pancake bread? [SOMBER ELECTRONIC MUSIC PLAYS.]
[MUFFLED VOICES.]
[BABY CRYING.]
[OPENS BEER.]
[DISTANT ALARM IS HEARD.]
[DISTANT DOG BARKS.]
[WOMAN YELLS.]
It's four in the morning! What is going on? [MAN.]
Will someone please kill that alarm? There's a This is Officer Wallander reporting a fire.
A f In Rosengaard.
- [DOOR CLOSES.]
- [WOMAN CALLS OUT.]
Yeah, that's the one.
- [DOG BARKING.]
- Looks like a maintenance room.
- [MAN.]
What the fuck is happening? - [DOG BARKS.]
[WALLANDER.]
I think someone broke in.
[WOMAN.]
What's that smoke? Is that a fire in there? [WOMAN 2.]
My baby is trying to sleep.
- [ALARM GETS LOUDER.]
- [DOOR CREAKS.]
[COUGHS.]
[EXHALES HEAVILY.]
[GRUNTS, COUGHS.]
[GRUNTS, COUGHS.]
[MAN YELLS.]
Will someone kill that fucking alarm? [INDISTINCT VOICES.]
- [LAUGHTER.]
- [YOUTH.]
You better calm it.
What the hell is going on? Is there a fire? Fire's out.
Return to your homes.
[YOUTH.]
Yeah, man, get him, innit! [WOMAN.]
Let him go.
This is not right! What's going on? [YOUTH.]
Think you're better than us? Fuck you! [MUFFLED CRIES.]
- [MAN.]
Who is he? - [INDISTINCT VOICES.]
[YOUTH.]
Wish your mom was here now, pussy? - [WOMAN.]
Someone help the poor boy! - [JEERING LAUGHTER.]
Let me go first.
- Why you cryin'? - [LAUGHTER, JEERING.]
- [MUFFLED CRIES.]
- [YOUTH.]
Stand still, motherfucker! - Watch who you're pushing! - I don't want any trouble, - I just wanna help the boy.
- What's it to you? - Who's gonna help you? - [CRIES CONTINUE.]
- [YOUTH 2.]
pushing for? - [INDISTINCT CHATTER.]
That's enough.
Let's go.
[GRUNTING.]
- Smile, man.
- [WOMAN.]
This is enough! - [INDISTINCT YELLING.]
- Who's gonna help you, bro? [YELLS.]
Police! Police! My name's Kurt Wallander.
I'm an officer of the Swedish Police Authority.
- Leave him alone! - Wait, you're a pig living here with us? [CROWD MEMBERS CALLING OUT.]
This must be some kind of prank.
- The fire's out.
- [PANTS.]
I suggest you go back to your beds.
- [YOUTH.]
Fucking police.
- [YOUTH 2.]
Who does this guy think - Oi! - [WOMAN.]
What's he doing? - [KURT.]
Leave the guy alone! - [CLICK, BEEP.]
[DRAMATIC ELECTRONIC MUSIC PLAYS.]
[VICTIM GRUNTING URGENTLY.]
- [WOMAN.]
It's a grenade! - Back! Get back! [SHOUTING.]
[KURT.]
Everyone get back! [EXPLOSION RINGS OUT.]
[EARS RINGING.]
[WOMAN SCREAMS.]
[PANTING.]
[THEME MUSIC PLAYS.]
I'm no winner Please forgive us We're just taking stand points in our lives Maybe I am dead Maybe I'm alive Maybe I'm just me Somewhere deep inside I just love the wind when it speaks to me There's nowhere to be when it calls on me And the rain It falls again Maybe this is The coldest winter [DISTANT ALARM WAILS.]
[PANTING.]
[ALARM INTENSIFYING.]
- [DOOR OPENS.]
- [RADIO CHATTER.]
[RADIO BEEPS, INDISTINCT CHATTER.]
Officer Wallander.
I'm Detective Frida Rask.
- That's one hell of a morning.
- [CHUCKLES.]
Yeah.
Are you doing okay? So you live in Rosengaard.
That must be interesting.
No one there knew I was police until today.
Well, good luck with that.
Was there any sign on the estate that anything like this was coming? N-No.
But you must see gang activity.
You can't avoid it.
But not this.
No.
Had you seen Hugo Lundgren before? - The v - The victim.
No.
- [RADIO BEEPS, CHATTER.]
- Was he known to the police? It seems not.
He was involved in an altercation with one of the estate residents earlier in the evening.
In your statement, you talk about a man in black with his hood pulled up.
He ripped the tape off the victim's mouth.
Walked up right from behind me.
Somewhere between 20 and 30 years of age.
I'd say, yeah.
Middle Eastern origin.
Yes.
Anything else? It's a bit of a blur.
I'm sorry.
I lost him.
But some people were taking videos.
Maybe one of them would show his face.
There's nothing of use from what we've seen.
[SIGHS.]
I'm sorry.
You did your best, officer.
[PHONE VIBRATES.]
No rookie should have to experience something like that.
Rask.
Yep.
I'm coming.
Wallander don't skip the counseling.
[SOMBER ELECTRONIC MUSIC PLAYS.]
[DOOR CLOSES.]
[DISTANT ALARM WAILS.]
- [POLICE RADIO CHATTER.]
- [SIRENS.]
[MAN ON RADIO.]
The murder is just the latest in a spate of explosions across the city.
The failure of police to make arrests sees fresh demands for increased police powers to deal with the violence.
- Join us - [TURNS REPORT OFF.]
[MUFFLED HIP-HOP MUSIC PLAYS.]
[SIGHS.]
[RING TONE.]
[WOMAN.]
Oh, my God, Kurt.
Hey.
Are you okay? It's kind of a long story, but yeah.
I'm fine.
Do you need anything? You fancy hanging out tonight? [GENTLE ELECTRONIC MUSIC PLAYS.]
[APPROACHING STEPS.]
Anyway, what was I talking about? Um None of these people know what the hell they're doing.
I'm stuck in a job I hate, working for a boss I wanna kill, but I'm sorry.
This enormous explosive thing happens to you and I'm babbling on.
Honestly, I'd rather take my mind off it.
Then I know exactly what we should do.
[SIGHS.]
I actually want to talk.
About us.
S-Sounds deep? Look, Lena I'm kind of done with the midnight booty calls.
But we're so good at them.
Exactly.
[HESITANT.]
That's why I feel ready to progress to not having to make the calls because the booty [SIGHS.]
I'm terrible at this, I'm sorry.
What I'm The point I'm making, the headline being I like you, and I think we should take this to the next level.
I'm confused.
We've done little other than get drunk and have sex since the day we met.
Why the sudden interest in a real relationship? As I said, I-I - Do you even know what I do for a living? - Advertising? Specifically.
Have we even had a proper conversation? I'd say this qualifies.
You can't even talk to me about the fact that you saw someone die.
Before a relationship, I suggest a therapist.
I don't know what you're looking for, Kurt.
[MAN.]
I should've been there, man.
If you had been, I might not have fucked things up so badly.
What things? What things? Saving his life.
My job.
Protocol.
You didn't know there was an M75 in the guy's mouth.
All right? You're allowed to react like a human being.
[RADIO BEEPS, CHATTER.]
- [FOOTSTEPS.]
- Heads up.
So how close were you to it? Close.
[SIGHS.]
God.
[SLURPS, SIGHS.]
So, did his head, like, properly, you know, like [MIMICS EXPLOSION.]
Maybe not now, yeah, Fred? All right.
Fine.
At least they caught the piece of shit.
- C-Caught who? - They just arrested someone.
[UNEASY MUSIC PLAYS.]
[RADIO BEEPS, CHATTER.]
[IBRA'S MOM.]
Please, he's just a boy.
[MAN.]
If you'll take a seat.
- At least tell me where you're taking him? - Hang on.
- Hold on.
- [PHONE RINGS.]
- Has Ibra been arrested? - [IBRA'S MOM.]
Kurt? They think he had something to do with this grenade.
They searched my home, went through everything.
Please, you know him, you know he's a good boy.
Is there anything you can do? - Let me find out what's going on.
- Thank you.
[RASK.]
Thank you.
I know it's difficult.
The sooner we can get all this proce - It's fine.
- [KNOCKING.]
[KURT.]
Rask.
- Can I have a word? - Kurt.
Uh This is Kurt Wallander.
He was the officer at the scene when Hugo was killed.
I've asked him to come here in case you have any questions.
Kurt, this is Birgitta and Rickard Lundgren.
- Hugo's parents.
- [BREATHING HEAVILY.]
I'm deeply sorry.
I don't know what to say.
Why didn't you do something? You're a police officer.
Why didn't you stop them? Rickard please.
I'm sure the officer did everything he could.
- [UNEASY MUSIC INTENSIFIES.]
- [CHATTER, RADIOS BEEPING.]
So? I apologize for barging in.
What was so important? You've arrested someone for this.
The kid.
I just wanted to understand why.
Because I know him.
He's not the type.
[DOOR BEEPS.]
He can see for himself.
- Want me to bring him in? - What's your view? - Yeah, I think it's a good idea.
- [CLICK.]
[MAN, OVER INTERCOM.]
Where were we? Out of everyone at the crime scene, you're the only one who has a history with the victim.
What was the argument with Hugo about during the football match yesterday evening? I hear you're quite a player though.
Several witnesses say they heard you threaten to kill him.
"You're a fucking dead man", apparently.
I deny any knowledge or involvement.
[MAN.]
I see.
Well, let's see.
What have we got here? [RATTLING.]
These were found in your mattress.
Still think he's not the type? [RUSTLING OVER INTERCOM.]
- [BEEP.]
- [SOMBER MUSIC PLAYS.]
[SHUTTER CLICKS.]
- [SHUTTER CLICKS.]
- [DOOR OPENS.]
[FOOTSTEPS.]
Holding cell.
Let's go.
Bathroom stop.
Ah.
Yeah, sure.
I got this.
Ibra, I'm going to ask you this once.
Hey, look at me.
Did you have anything to do with this? I don't know officer.
[SIGHS.]
Some friendly advice: talk.
You look like you're hiding something.
- What, same as you? - Shh! Trust me, you have bigger things to worry about than what I am.
I saw you there at the front, taunting the guy.
Me and him had beef all right? During the game.
Swedish kids don't like being taken to school by people like me.
He was like that when we found him, all chained up.
We were filming it to post on YouTube.
Wanna know what happened? - Check the video.
- We already confiscated the phones.
Nothing.
You didn't get this one.
- Are you sure? - Yes.
[POP MUSIC PLAYS ON RADIO.]
[KURT.]
I need you to do something for me, - when you move up.
- Is this about the kid? [SIGHS.]
What can I do? - Just look out for him.
- Didn't they find ammunition? You know what it's like.
They have to do things for the big boys.
Why is this kid so important? Where I live, very few kids have a real chance of making it out.
He does.
All right.
Where are we going? Because I'm starving.
[ALL YELL.]
Surprise! [CHEERING, WHOOPING.]
[RAP MUSIC PLAYS.]
[CHEERING.]
[CHEERING.]
[WOMAN.]
Allow me to say a few words about our friend, Reza Al-Rahman.
- Reza! - Ooh.
The bastard who's leaving me short-handed.
Oh, come on.
- You're still working the march this week.
- I know.
[CHUCKLES.]
But, seriously, a fine police officer.
And an even better man.
Our loss is Major Crimes' gain.
- To Reza.
- [ALL.]
To Reza! - Speech! - [ALL.]
Speech, speech! All right, okay.
I got nothing left to say, except, uh it's been an honor, and I'm gonna miss you all.
- Except Fred.
- [LAUGHTER.]
- He's a funny man, as well.
- Cheers! - [ALL.]
Cheers! - Cheers! - [GLASSES CLINK.]
- Cheers, man.
- [BOWLING PINS CLACK.]
- [CHEERING.]
[DISTANT TRAFFIC.]
[HIP-HOP MUSIC PLAYS.]
When I'm on the field I do what I want [DOG BARKS.]
When I'm on the field I do what I want When I'm on the field I do what I want When I'm on the field I do what I want When I'm on the field I do what I want Excuse me.
Marky? We've never been properly introduced.
I'm Kurt.
The policeman.
That doesn't have to change anything.
You're Bash, right? [DOG BARKS.]
So what is this? You're a plant? [CHUCKLES SOFTLY.]
I wouldn't be a very good one if I was.
I live here.
Same as you.
You're brave coming back.
I'll give you that.
Or dumb, maybe.
No one's going to hurt me here.
You know why? 'Cause you'll tell them not to.
They do what you say.
All right.
I'll play this game.
Why would I do that? Because it's in your interest.
Now that sounds like a threat.
Did you know about this? The grenade? No.
But nothing happens here without your say-so, right? This came from the outside.
Do you agree? Help me find who it was.
One of your boys recorded the whole thing.
That video might show the face of the killer.
Trust me, I don't care what else is on that phone.
I just want the video.
Didn't hear anything about it.
Don't you wanna keep Ibra out of prison? He's one of your lookout boys, right? Ibra's done.
Police lock up the first estate kid they find.
That's not how it works.
Okay, Kurt.
Whatever you say.
[ENGINE REVS.]
[CAR SPEEDS AWAY.]
[SOMBER ELECTRONIC MUSIC PLAYS.]
[POLICE RADIO CHATTER.]
[WOMAN SOBS.]
Fucking pig.
[BIRDS CHIRRUP.]
[MAN ON TV.]
Malmà police have called in reinforcements from the capital in preparation for Saturday's anti-immigration march, which comes on the heels of the death of Hugo Lundgren, - a murder that shook the city.
- [CLATTERING SOUND.]
Leanne Carlson reports live, from the streets of MalmÃ.
[WOMAN.]
Most residents are proud to welcome them.
One of them's a former town official, - who says he's embarrassed.
- [MAN 2.]
I just came from another meeting where we said "welcome" to the refugees in Trelleborg.
[CLICKING SOUND.]
[CHATTER, LAUGHTER.]
- [KURT.]
Hey! - [HUGO GRUNTING.]
- I said leave the guy alone! - [CLICK.]
- [SHOUTING.]
- [HUGO GRUNTING.]
- [WOMAN.]
It's a grenade! - [HUGO GRUNTING.]
- [KURT.]
Get back! - [CROWD PANICKING.]
Everyone get back! - [SIGHS.]
- [AUDIO CRACKLES.]
[SIGHS.]
[CROWD PANICKING.]
[SOMBER ELECTRONIC MUSIC INTENSIFIES.]
[CHILDREN SHOUTING.]
- [CHATTER.]
- [DOOR OPENS.]
We are closed.
[KURT CLEARS THROAT.]
[DOOR CLOSES.]
Sorry, it's time to go.
[FEMALE VOICE ON TV.]
- [DOOR CLOSES.]
- My head is spinning.
Lawyers, social workers, police.
The prosecutor granted the police an extension of 96 hours.
By the end of that time, we have they have to charge him or let him go.
But do they have enough? Look, he threatened him, but he didn't mean anything by it.
There's always fights.
I'd say it's borderline.
There's a man we're looking for.
The theory is that him and Ibra collaborated.
[SIGHS.]
Do you believe my son? What matters is what we can prove.
[SIGHS.]
[WOMAN.]
Will the horrific nature of Hugo Lundgren's murder be a tipping point in public opinion of migration and asylum policies? The notion was strongly rejected by philanthropist Gustav Munck, whose charitable foundation redeveloped the estate where the murder took place.
[MAN.]
I refuse to believe the people of this country would be so blind as to allow the insane actions of one or two individuals impact the wider humanitarian issue.
Blind, are we? You hearing this, Kurt? people would be ignorant enough to see an isolated incident as - the rejection of Swedish value - Oh, but A billionaire telling people their worries don't matter.
Not exactly helpful.
This march is gonna be fun.
Also unhelpful.
Tensions are running high enough as it is, without us adding to it.
Kurt? Everything all right? I'm fine.
It's okay not to be, you know.
You don't have to be a hero.
Thanks.
[CONSTANT RATTLING.]
[DISTANT ALARM WAILS.]
[SIGHS.]
[SIGHS.]
[DISTANT VOICES.]
[SIGHS.]
[BOTTLES CLINK.]
[GRUNTS, SIGHS.]
- [DISTANT CHATTER.]
- [UNEASY MUSIC PLAYS.]
[MUSIC INTENSIFIES.]
[SHUTTER CLICKS.]
- [CAR DOORS CLOSE.]
- Thanks for both coming.
I thought you'd send someone else.
We're chronically understaffed.
Kurt Wallander.
This the car? Are the car parking spaces communal? Officially, yeah.
So, technically, anyone can park here anytime? Mm-hm.
But they don't.
It's kind of an unwritten rule.
The same residents park in the same spaces every day.
I can name every car here from memory, but this one I've never seen before.
- Not until the night of the murder.
- Whose place is this? [INHALES.]
A man called Chai.
Works on a construction site out of town.
The fire was started deliberately.
It was intricately planned.
Why would they leave the vehicle for us to find? Maybe less conspicuous to escape on foot.
Maybe they don't care if we find it.
This lock's seen better days.
[UNEASY MUSIC BUILDS.]
[SIGHS.]
[GRUNTS.]
Oops, looks like I broke it.
Hemberg, that could be rigged.
Better take cover.
[MUSIC INTENSIFIES.]
[CLICK.]
[CREAKING.]
[SIGHS.]
[JANGLES TOOLS.]
[GRUNTS.]
Duct tape.
I'll call forensics.
- Thank you.
- [RADIO BEEPS.]
[DOOR CLOSES.]
Van was sold for cash a couple of weeks back.
Doesn't know the buyer's name, but he was Middle Eastern.
Mid-20s.
- [SIGHS.]
- Rask.
Yep All right, thank you.
I want him on the case.
- What? - [DOOR CLOSES.]
He lives here.
He has connections here.
He seems not entirely useless.
- We would've found that van.
- Yeah, but when? We can't just - There are procedures in place, sir.
- And? - Let's discuss this at the station.
- What's to discuss? Well, even if it were possible, he's compromised due to a friendship with the suspect.
So the suspect's more likely to open up.
Reza Al-Rahman's already been offered a contract.
- He starts on Monday.
- Un-offer it.
[RASK.]
I don't think that would look very good.
Uh, s-sir, as much as I appreciate this, I can't possibly take the job.
Reza is a close friend of mine, and he's a fine policeman.
Whatever you need, I'm still here to help.
He's not getting the job, you are.
That's an order.
Do we understand each other? Good.
[ENGINE STARTS.]
[SPLUTTERS.]
[SIGHS.]
[SIGHS.]
[KNOCKING.]
Kurt.
- Hope I'm not too late.
- [SCOFFS.]
Hey, monster.
- Can I get a high five? - Hm? High f Hi - Hey.
- She loves me, really.
[CHUCKLES.]
- [SOUL MUSIC PLAYS ON STEREO.]
- There he is.
Get in here.
Here's my dad's brännvin.
Handle with care.
Look at this.
Come here.
Oh, mad.
- Beer? - Please.
I [SIGHS.]
There's something I need to say, and I might as well just get it out there.
[REZA'S WIFE.]
Did you tell him? What? We exchanged.
- Oh, on your new place.
- Mm-hm.
- Totally forgot about that.
- Two spare bedrooms - an extra bathroom.
- Yeah.
A huge mortgage.
Let me enjoy it for five minutes.
- [REZA.]
Hey.
- [CHUCKLES.]
[BOTH LAUGH.]
[REZA.]
Hey, that's just one of them.
- [REZA'S WIFE.]
So - [REZA LAUGHS.]
how's it going with, um What's her name? - Helena.
Helena.
- [SNICKERS.]
- [REZA'S WIFE.]
So gorgeous.
- [REZA.]
Yeah.
We're-We're breaking up.
[CHUCKLES.]
- Oh.
- I told her I wanted to get serious, and she bailed.
[REZA'S WIFE.]
D-Do you want that? Mm, no.
Maybe.
I don't know.
[REZA.]
Classic Wallander.
Maybe it is time.
A crazy tragic thing happened to you.
That changes a person.
You're right.
It has definitely changed me from having casual sex on tap to not having it.
[REZA LAUGHS.]
Boys, boys, boys, boys.
[GRUNTS.]
I'm bringing you the good ice cream.
- [KISSES HIM.]
- Thank you, baby.
[GIGGLING.]
Rez.
Come.
I I hate to say this, but I - What's wrong, are you okay? - [SIGHS.]
I want you to hear this from me first.
Hear what, man? W-What's wrong? Hemberg gave an order that I move to Major Crimes for the Rosengaard murder.
[SIGHS.]
Well, that's great.
No, no.
For that to happen, someone else has to drop out.
[CHUCKLES.]
Well done, man.
I swear, I tried.
There was nothing I could do.
They'd already informed Becker.
She insists I work on the march tomorrow, then that's it.
Hey, look, it was too good to be true anyway.
No.
The next vacancy that comes up will still be yours.
- [SIGHS.]
- They said that to me.
- Okay? - Yeah, look not a word to Jasmine all right? Not a word, do you understand? There she is.
My little angel, come here.
- What's that in your hand? What is that? - [CHORTLES.]
What, did you make those? Go on, give one to Uncle Kurt.
[BECKER.]
An anti-immigration march was always going to be tense.
The timing of the Rosengaard murder hasn't helped.
There is a lot of anger out there.
Kurt, running point.
Fred, Ebba, to the rear.
Reza, I want you behind the wheel.
- What? - I need a driver.
And it's me because the driver stays in the van? Find someone else.
- Probably for the best, Rez, yeah? - Who asked your opinion? Last time I checked, I was the senior officer in this unit.
So get someone else to drive.
[BECKER.]
All right.
All right.
Keep the peace.
Be there for each other, and whatever happens, do not break the chain.
[POLICE RADIO CHATTER.]
Well, let's defend free speech, motherfuckers.
[HELICOPTERS WHIRRING.]
- [POLICE RADIO CHATTER.]
- [UNEASY MUSIC BUILDS.]
[CROWD, CHANTING.]
Justice for Hugo! Justice for Hugo! [POLICE RADIO CHATTER.]
[CHANTING CONTINUES.]
Justice for Hugo! Justice for Hugo! Justice for Hugo! Justice for Hugo! Justice for Hugo! Justice for Hugo! [HELICOPTERS WHIRRING.]
- [CHANTING CONTINUES.]
- [RADIO CHATTER.]
[ALL CHANTING.]
Shame on you, shame on you! Refugees are humans, too! [MAN.]
Racist fuck! Back in line.
Hey! Is this why we pay our taxes? So police can protect fascists? Huh? - Trying to do my job, miss.
- How can you live with yourself? Something to say? Fascist pig? [MAN OVER RADIO.]
All units.
Potential hostile mob approaching from the northwest blockade.
Be prepared for a code yellow.
I repeat.
All units, hostiles approaching from the northwest blockade.
[MUSIC BUILDS.]
[HELICOPTERS OVERHEAD.]
[CHANTING.]
Pure blood, clean mind! - It's the Norse Protection League.
- [OFFICERS, YELLING.]
Helmets! [CHANTING.]
Pure blood, clean mind! [REZA.]
Push them back.
Hold the line.
[GRUNTING.]
- [YELLING.]
- [KURT.]
They're breaking through! - We are pure blood! - [KURT.]
Where are they going? They're headed for a side street! [KURT.]
What the hell's up there? [MAN OVER RADIO.]
We have intel about a church round the corner harboring illegal immigrants.
We're evacuating them from the church's north exit.
Detain the hostiles for as long as possible.
I repeat - [GRUNTING.]
- [SHOUTING.]
Keep 'em in the sack! We need to stop them from getting into that church.
- [WOMAN.]
It's a bomb! - [CROWD SCREAMING.]
We take down the fucking church.
Now! We don't have enough men to hold this! Request immediate backup! [MAN GRUNTS.]
[GRUNTS.]
- [CRIES OUT.]
- [GRUNTS.]
[GRUNTS.]
[RIOTER CRIES OUT.]
[WOMAN.]
Over here, guys! The church is over here! It's him! Hey! You! Stay exactly where you are! [GRUNTING.]
[GRUNTING.]
[CRIES OUT, GRUNTS.]
Rez! Stay down! Lock this down! [SIRENS BLARING.]
[PANTING.]
- [MUSIC INTENSIFIES.]
- [GRUNTS.]
- [GRUNTS.]
- [SCREAMS.]
- [GRUNTS.]
- [PANTING.]
[METALLIC RATTLING.]
You're under arrest! You're under arrest.
[YELLS IN AFGHAN.]
[PANTING.]
[YELLS AGAIN IN AFGHAN.]
I don't understand what you're saying.
Turn around, hands on your head.
[SPEAKS QUIETLY IN AFGHAN.]
Just stand still.
[GRUNTS, SPEAKS AFGHAN.]
[PANTING, SNIFFS.]
[HANDCUFFS CLICKING.]
- [GRUNTS.]
- [YELLING.]
[BOTH GRUNTING.]
[SUSPECT GIBBERING.]
[GRUNTS.]
[GRUNTING.]
[PANTING.]
[GRUNTS.]
[RIOTERS CHANTING IN DISTANCE.]
[PANTING.]
[HELICOPTERS OVERHEAD.]
[FLAME IGNITES, HISSING SOUND.]
["WILD ONE" BY EMILIE NICOLAS PLAYS.]
He's a wild one, of course he will Fall into me like a baby He's a lost soul, I fill his void Save the motherfucker He's a lost one, of course he will Melt through my hands like butter Ooh Ooh I got mommy eyes, I got mommy arms And I'm on my heart He falls asleep on my chest And comes all over my prey What do I do with someone like you? He looks so good when he don't know what to do I've been carrying men way too long, babe
["HARD TIME" BY SEINABO SEY PLAYING ON RADIO.]
Took me for granted But call it love if you will I'm aware of this I did let you in - [POLICE CHATTER ON RADIO.]
- Sink for you to swim Dancing on the ledge Tried to make you stay I did let you win Broke to what became Became you and me try to [MAN ON RADIO.]
Use of explosives in Malmà is now at a level that's unique for a state not at war.
Explosions, shootings, warring criminal gangs.
[WOMAN ON RADIO.]
Continuous injections for the right wing - [TURNS DOWN VOLUME.]
- [DISTANT MUSIC IS HEARD.]
Listen.
- [HIP-HOP MUSIC PLAYING.]
- [GLASS SMASHES.]
[INDISTINCT VOICES YELLING.]
[MAN.]
Hey, this party's dead.
Let's go to The Cube.
[CAR HORN HONKS.]
POLICE [MUSIC CONTINUES.]
Just a few friends having a bit of fun.
I suppose that's illegal now.
The noise can be heard on the street, meaning you're disturbing the public order and peace.
- So, yes, it's illegal.
- Hey.
Turn the volume down.
- Turn the fucking volume up.
- Hey.
You've been going 24 hours.
Looks like most of your guests have left.
- Time to shut it down.
- Mm.
I understand, I really do.
You show up here, you see this place.
Same age as me, but knowing I've already made more money than you will in your entire pointless career.
[CHUCKLES.]
How could you not feel inferior? [WOMAN WHOOPING IN BACKGROUND.]
Dilated pupils, flushed face, sweating I'd say MDMA.
Nah, he's talking a lot.
I'd say cocaine.
If only there was a way we could settle this.
How about a urine test at the station? I think that's a great idea.
What do you say? - [VOMIT SPLATTERS.]
- [COUGHS.]
[HIP-HOP MUSIC CONTINUES.]
[MAN.]
Everything that's wrong with society, summed up right there.
Too much money in the hands of people like that asshole.
Nice move on the drug test.
We really changed the world tonight.
Doing it one noise complaint at a time.
It's still good police work.
I mean, did you see the guy's face? I did enjoy that.
I wish I could take you to Major Crimes with me.
You earned it.
It's only fair I let you have this one after all those times I beat you in the Academy.
That's not how I remember it.
- [SOMBER ELECTRONIC MUSIC PLAYS.]
- [CARS HORNS HONK.]
[CAR HORN HONKS.]
[INDISTINCT CHATTER.]
- [MAN SHOUTS.]
- [DOG BARKS.]
[DISTANT ENGINE REVS.]
[DISTANT SIRENS.]
Good evening, sir.
Having a nice day? [LAUGHTER.]
[YOUTH.]
Shut the fuck up.
Fucking idiot.
[YOUTH 2.]
You know how to play the game? - You don't know shit about football.
- [WOMAN.]
Ibrahim! Get over here! Now! [GLASS SMASHES.]
Fuck off.
You don't know anything.
Fuck you.
Dickhead.
- [WOMAN.]
Are you out of your mind? - [DOOR CLOSES.]
You want to throw away your entire future? Everything we fought for? [SCOFFS.]
- [WOMAN.]
Hi.
- Hey.
Hey, Ibra.
Look, the game isn't finished yet, Mom.
It is for you.
Fighting? Again? You shouldn't even be playing in a game like this.
You know what'd happen if they found out? You can walk up.
Go! - [DOG BARKS.]
- [CHILD CRIES.]
- [MAN.]
Why shouldn't he be playing? - [SIGHS.]
Malmà offered him a professional contract.
They're putting him in a good school.
- Wow.
- Moving us into an apartment - near the training grounds.
- Great.
Well done.
[SIGHS.]
He's the one with the talent.
I see what you go through.
Keeping him away from things around here.
The bad things.
Must be a full-time job.
I'm his mother.
[ELEVATOR CHIMES.]
How was your day? Good.
What job do you do again? Wait.
If you're moving away, where am I going to get the special pancake bread? [SOMBER ELECTRONIC MUSIC PLAYS.]
[MUFFLED VOICES.]
[BABY CRYING.]
[OPENS BEER.]
[DISTANT ALARM IS HEARD.]
[DISTANT DOG BARKS.]
[WOMAN YELLS.]
It's four in the morning! What is going on? [MAN.]
Will someone please kill that alarm? There's a This is Officer Wallander reporting a fire.
A f In Rosengaard.
- [DOOR CLOSES.]
- [WOMAN CALLS OUT.]
Yeah, that's the one.
- [DOG BARKING.]
- Looks like a maintenance room.
- [MAN.]
What the fuck is happening? - [DOG BARKS.]
[WALLANDER.]
I think someone broke in.
[WOMAN.]
What's that smoke? Is that a fire in there? [WOMAN 2.]
My baby is trying to sleep.
- [ALARM GETS LOUDER.]
- [DOOR CREAKS.]
[COUGHS.]
[EXHALES HEAVILY.]
[GRUNTS, COUGHS.]
[GRUNTS, COUGHS.]
[MAN YELLS.]
Will someone kill that fucking alarm? [INDISTINCT VOICES.]
- [LAUGHTER.]
- [YOUTH.]
You better calm it.
What the hell is going on? Is there a fire? Fire's out.
Return to your homes.
[YOUTH.]
Yeah, man, get him, innit! [WOMAN.]
Let him go.
This is not right! What's going on? [YOUTH.]
Think you're better than us? Fuck you! [MUFFLED CRIES.]
- [MAN.]
Who is he? - [INDISTINCT VOICES.]
[YOUTH.]
Wish your mom was here now, pussy? - [WOMAN.]
Someone help the poor boy! - [JEERING LAUGHTER.]
Let me go first.
- Why you cryin'? - [LAUGHTER, JEERING.]
- [MUFFLED CRIES.]
- [YOUTH.]
Stand still, motherfucker! - Watch who you're pushing! - I don't want any trouble, - I just wanna help the boy.
- What's it to you? - Who's gonna help you? - [CRIES CONTINUE.]
- [YOUTH 2.]
pushing for? - [INDISTINCT CHATTER.]
That's enough.
Let's go.
[GRUNTING.]
- Smile, man.
- [WOMAN.]
This is enough! - [INDISTINCT YELLING.]
- Who's gonna help you, bro? [YELLS.]
Police! Police! My name's Kurt Wallander.
I'm an officer of the Swedish Police Authority.
- Leave him alone! - Wait, you're a pig living here with us? [CROWD MEMBERS CALLING OUT.]
This must be some kind of prank.
- The fire's out.
- [PANTS.]
I suggest you go back to your beds.
- [YOUTH.]
Fucking police.
- [YOUTH 2.]
Who does this guy think - Oi! - [WOMAN.]
What's he doing? - [KURT.]
Leave the guy alone! - [CLICK, BEEP.]
[DRAMATIC ELECTRONIC MUSIC PLAYS.]
[VICTIM GRUNTING URGENTLY.]
- [WOMAN.]
It's a grenade! - Back! Get back! [SHOUTING.]
[KURT.]
Everyone get back! [EXPLOSION RINGS OUT.]
[EARS RINGING.]
[WOMAN SCREAMS.]
[PANTING.]
[THEME MUSIC PLAYS.]
I'm no winner Please forgive us We're just taking stand points in our lives Maybe I am dead Maybe I'm alive Maybe I'm just me Somewhere deep inside I just love the wind when it speaks to me There's nowhere to be when it calls on me And the rain It falls again Maybe this is The coldest winter [DISTANT ALARM WAILS.]
[PANTING.]
[ALARM INTENSIFYING.]
- [DOOR OPENS.]
- [RADIO CHATTER.]
[RADIO BEEPS, INDISTINCT CHATTER.]
Officer Wallander.
I'm Detective Frida Rask.
- That's one hell of a morning.
- [CHUCKLES.]
Yeah.
Are you doing okay? So you live in Rosengaard.
That must be interesting.
No one there knew I was police until today.
Well, good luck with that.
Was there any sign on the estate that anything like this was coming? N-No.
But you must see gang activity.
You can't avoid it.
But not this.
No.
Had you seen Hugo Lundgren before? - The v - The victim.
No.
- [RADIO BEEPS, CHATTER.]
- Was he known to the police? It seems not.
He was involved in an altercation with one of the estate residents earlier in the evening.
In your statement, you talk about a man in black with his hood pulled up.
He ripped the tape off the victim's mouth.
Walked up right from behind me.
Somewhere between 20 and 30 years of age.
I'd say, yeah.
Middle Eastern origin.
Yes.
Anything else? It's a bit of a blur.
I'm sorry.
I lost him.
But some people were taking videos.
Maybe one of them would show his face.
There's nothing of use from what we've seen.
[SIGHS.]
I'm sorry.
You did your best, officer.
[PHONE VIBRATES.]
No rookie should have to experience something like that.
Rask.
Yep.
I'm coming.
Wallander don't skip the counseling.
[SOMBER ELECTRONIC MUSIC PLAYS.]
[DOOR CLOSES.]
[DISTANT ALARM WAILS.]
- [POLICE RADIO CHATTER.]
- [SIRENS.]
[MAN ON RADIO.]
The murder is just the latest in a spate of explosions across the city.
The failure of police to make arrests sees fresh demands for increased police powers to deal with the violence.
- Join us - [TURNS REPORT OFF.]
[MUFFLED HIP-HOP MUSIC PLAYS.]
[SIGHS.]
[RING TONE.]
[WOMAN.]
Oh, my God, Kurt.
Hey.
Are you okay? It's kind of a long story, but yeah.
I'm fine.
Do you need anything? You fancy hanging out tonight? [GENTLE ELECTRONIC MUSIC PLAYS.]
[APPROACHING STEPS.]
Anyway, what was I talking about? Um None of these people know what the hell they're doing.
I'm stuck in a job I hate, working for a boss I wanna kill, but I'm sorry.
This enormous explosive thing happens to you and I'm babbling on.
Honestly, I'd rather take my mind off it.
Then I know exactly what we should do.
[SIGHS.]
I actually want to talk.
About us.
S-Sounds deep? Look, Lena I'm kind of done with the midnight booty calls.
But we're so good at them.
Exactly.
[HESITANT.]
That's why I feel ready to progress to not having to make the calls because the booty [SIGHS.]
I'm terrible at this, I'm sorry.
What I'm The point I'm making, the headline being I like you, and I think we should take this to the next level.
I'm confused.
We've done little other than get drunk and have sex since the day we met.
Why the sudden interest in a real relationship? As I said, I-I - Do you even know what I do for a living? - Advertising? Specifically.
Have we even had a proper conversation? I'd say this qualifies.
You can't even talk to me about the fact that you saw someone die.
Before a relationship, I suggest a therapist.
I don't know what you're looking for, Kurt.
[MAN.]
I should've been there, man.
If you had been, I might not have fucked things up so badly.
What things? What things? Saving his life.
My job.
Protocol.
You didn't know there was an M75 in the guy's mouth.
All right? You're allowed to react like a human being.
[RADIO BEEPS, CHATTER.]
- [FOOTSTEPS.]
- Heads up.
So how close were you to it? Close.
[SIGHS.]
God.
[SLURPS, SIGHS.]
So, did his head, like, properly, you know, like [MIMICS EXPLOSION.]
Maybe not now, yeah, Fred? All right.
Fine.
At least they caught the piece of shit.
- C-Caught who? - They just arrested someone.
[UNEASY MUSIC PLAYS.]
[RADIO BEEPS, CHATTER.]
[IBRA'S MOM.]
Please, he's just a boy.
[MAN.]
If you'll take a seat.
- At least tell me where you're taking him? - Hang on.
- Hold on.
- [PHONE RINGS.]
- Has Ibra been arrested? - [IBRA'S MOM.]
Kurt? They think he had something to do with this grenade.
They searched my home, went through everything.
Please, you know him, you know he's a good boy.
Is there anything you can do? - Let me find out what's going on.
- Thank you.
[RASK.]
Thank you.
I know it's difficult.
The sooner we can get all this proce - It's fine.
- [KNOCKING.]
[KURT.]
Rask.
- Can I have a word? - Kurt.
Uh This is Kurt Wallander.
He was the officer at the scene when Hugo was killed.
I've asked him to come here in case you have any questions.
Kurt, this is Birgitta and Rickard Lundgren.
- Hugo's parents.
- [BREATHING HEAVILY.]
I'm deeply sorry.
I don't know what to say.
Why didn't you do something? You're a police officer.
Why didn't you stop them? Rickard please.
I'm sure the officer did everything he could.
- [UNEASY MUSIC INTENSIFIES.]
- [CHATTER, RADIOS BEEPING.]
So? I apologize for barging in.
What was so important? You've arrested someone for this.
The kid.
I just wanted to understand why.
Because I know him.
He's not the type.
[DOOR BEEPS.]
He can see for himself.
- Want me to bring him in? - What's your view? - Yeah, I think it's a good idea.
- [CLICK.]
[MAN, OVER INTERCOM.]
Where were we? Out of everyone at the crime scene, you're the only one who has a history with the victim.
What was the argument with Hugo about during the football match yesterday evening? I hear you're quite a player though.
Several witnesses say they heard you threaten to kill him.
"You're a fucking dead man", apparently.
I deny any knowledge or involvement.
[MAN.]
I see.
Well, let's see.
What have we got here? [RATTLING.]
These were found in your mattress.
Still think he's not the type? [RUSTLING OVER INTERCOM.]
- [BEEP.]
- [SOMBER MUSIC PLAYS.]
[SHUTTER CLICKS.]
- [SHUTTER CLICKS.]
- [DOOR OPENS.]
[FOOTSTEPS.]
Holding cell.
Let's go.
Bathroom stop.
Ah.
Yeah, sure.
I got this.
Ibra, I'm going to ask you this once.
Hey, look at me.
Did you have anything to do with this? I don't know officer.
[SIGHS.]
Some friendly advice: talk.
You look like you're hiding something.
- What, same as you? - Shh! Trust me, you have bigger things to worry about than what I am.
I saw you there at the front, taunting the guy.
Me and him had beef all right? During the game.
Swedish kids don't like being taken to school by people like me.
He was like that when we found him, all chained up.
We were filming it to post on YouTube.
Wanna know what happened? - Check the video.
- We already confiscated the phones.
Nothing.
You didn't get this one.
- Are you sure? - Yes.
[POP MUSIC PLAYS ON RADIO.]
[KURT.]
I need you to do something for me, - when you move up.
- Is this about the kid? [SIGHS.]
What can I do? - Just look out for him.
- Didn't they find ammunition? You know what it's like.
They have to do things for the big boys.
Why is this kid so important? Where I live, very few kids have a real chance of making it out.
He does.
All right.
Where are we going? Because I'm starving.
[ALL YELL.]
Surprise! [CHEERING, WHOOPING.]
[RAP MUSIC PLAYS.]
[CHEERING.]
[CHEERING.]
[WOMAN.]
Allow me to say a few words about our friend, Reza Al-Rahman.
- Reza! - Ooh.
The bastard who's leaving me short-handed.
Oh, come on.
- You're still working the march this week.
- I know.
[CHUCKLES.]
But, seriously, a fine police officer.
And an even better man.
Our loss is Major Crimes' gain.
- To Reza.
- [ALL.]
To Reza! - Speech! - [ALL.]
Speech, speech! All right, okay.
I got nothing left to say, except, uh it's been an honor, and I'm gonna miss you all.
- Except Fred.
- [LAUGHTER.]
- He's a funny man, as well.
- Cheers! - [ALL.]
Cheers! - Cheers! - [GLASSES CLINK.]
- Cheers, man.
- [BOWLING PINS CLACK.]
- [CHEERING.]
[DISTANT TRAFFIC.]
[HIP-HOP MUSIC PLAYS.]
When I'm on the field I do what I want [DOG BARKS.]
When I'm on the field I do what I want When I'm on the field I do what I want When I'm on the field I do what I want When I'm on the field I do what I want Excuse me.
Marky? We've never been properly introduced.
I'm Kurt.
The policeman.
That doesn't have to change anything.
You're Bash, right? [DOG BARKS.]
So what is this? You're a plant? [CHUCKLES SOFTLY.]
I wouldn't be a very good one if I was.
I live here.
Same as you.
You're brave coming back.
I'll give you that.
Or dumb, maybe.
No one's going to hurt me here.
You know why? 'Cause you'll tell them not to.
They do what you say.
All right.
I'll play this game.
Why would I do that? Because it's in your interest.
Now that sounds like a threat.
Did you know about this? The grenade? No.
But nothing happens here without your say-so, right? This came from the outside.
Do you agree? Help me find who it was.
One of your boys recorded the whole thing.
That video might show the face of the killer.
Trust me, I don't care what else is on that phone.
I just want the video.
Didn't hear anything about it.
Don't you wanna keep Ibra out of prison? He's one of your lookout boys, right? Ibra's done.
Police lock up the first estate kid they find.
That's not how it works.
Okay, Kurt.
Whatever you say.
[ENGINE REVS.]
[CAR SPEEDS AWAY.]
[SOMBER ELECTRONIC MUSIC PLAYS.]
[POLICE RADIO CHATTER.]
[WOMAN SOBS.]
Fucking pig.
[BIRDS CHIRRUP.]
[MAN ON TV.]
Malmà police have called in reinforcements from the capital in preparation for Saturday's anti-immigration march, which comes on the heels of the death of Hugo Lundgren, - a murder that shook the city.
- [CLATTERING SOUND.]
Leanne Carlson reports live, from the streets of MalmÃ.
[WOMAN.]
Most residents are proud to welcome them.
One of them's a former town official, - who says he's embarrassed.
- [MAN 2.]
I just came from another meeting where we said "welcome" to the refugees in Trelleborg.
[CLICKING SOUND.]
[CHATTER, LAUGHTER.]
- [KURT.]
Hey! - [HUGO GRUNTING.]
- I said leave the guy alone! - [CLICK.]
- [SHOUTING.]
- [HUGO GRUNTING.]
- [WOMAN.]
It's a grenade! - [HUGO GRUNTING.]
- [KURT.]
Get back! - [CROWD PANICKING.]
Everyone get back! - [SIGHS.]
- [AUDIO CRACKLES.]
[SIGHS.]
[CROWD PANICKING.]
[SOMBER ELECTRONIC MUSIC INTENSIFIES.]
[CHILDREN SHOUTING.]
- [CHATTER.]
- [DOOR OPENS.]
We are closed.
[KURT CLEARS THROAT.]
[DOOR CLOSES.]
Sorry, it's time to go.
[FEMALE VOICE ON TV.]
- [DOOR CLOSES.]
- My head is spinning.
Lawyers, social workers, police.
The prosecutor granted the police an extension of 96 hours.
By the end of that time, we have they have to charge him or let him go.
But do they have enough? Look, he threatened him, but he didn't mean anything by it.
There's always fights.
I'd say it's borderline.
There's a man we're looking for.
The theory is that him and Ibra collaborated.
[SIGHS.]
Do you believe my son? What matters is what we can prove.
[SIGHS.]
[WOMAN.]
Will the horrific nature of Hugo Lundgren's murder be a tipping point in public opinion of migration and asylum policies? The notion was strongly rejected by philanthropist Gustav Munck, whose charitable foundation redeveloped the estate where the murder took place.
[MAN.]
I refuse to believe the people of this country would be so blind as to allow the insane actions of one or two individuals impact the wider humanitarian issue.
Blind, are we? You hearing this, Kurt? people would be ignorant enough to see an isolated incident as - the rejection of Swedish value - Oh, but A billionaire telling people their worries don't matter.
Not exactly helpful.
This march is gonna be fun.
Also unhelpful.
Tensions are running high enough as it is, without us adding to it.
Kurt? Everything all right? I'm fine.
It's okay not to be, you know.
You don't have to be a hero.
Thanks.
[CONSTANT RATTLING.]
[DISTANT ALARM WAILS.]
[SIGHS.]
[SIGHS.]
[DISTANT VOICES.]
[SIGHS.]
[BOTTLES CLINK.]
[GRUNTS, SIGHS.]
- [DISTANT CHATTER.]
- [UNEASY MUSIC PLAYS.]
[MUSIC INTENSIFIES.]
[SHUTTER CLICKS.]
- [CAR DOORS CLOSE.]
- Thanks for both coming.
I thought you'd send someone else.
We're chronically understaffed.
Kurt Wallander.
This the car? Are the car parking spaces communal? Officially, yeah.
So, technically, anyone can park here anytime? Mm-hm.
But they don't.
It's kind of an unwritten rule.
The same residents park in the same spaces every day.
I can name every car here from memory, but this one I've never seen before.
- Not until the night of the murder.
- Whose place is this? [INHALES.]
A man called Chai.
Works on a construction site out of town.
The fire was started deliberately.
It was intricately planned.
Why would they leave the vehicle for us to find? Maybe less conspicuous to escape on foot.
Maybe they don't care if we find it.
This lock's seen better days.
[UNEASY MUSIC BUILDS.]
[SIGHS.]
[GRUNTS.]
Oops, looks like I broke it.
Hemberg, that could be rigged.
Better take cover.
[MUSIC INTENSIFIES.]
[CLICK.]
[CREAKING.]
[SIGHS.]
[JANGLES TOOLS.]
[GRUNTS.]
Duct tape.
I'll call forensics.
- Thank you.
- [RADIO BEEPS.]
[DOOR CLOSES.]
Van was sold for cash a couple of weeks back.
Doesn't know the buyer's name, but he was Middle Eastern.
Mid-20s.
- [SIGHS.]
- Rask.
Yep All right, thank you.
I want him on the case.
- What? - [DOOR CLOSES.]
He lives here.
He has connections here.
He seems not entirely useless.
- We would've found that van.
- Yeah, but when? We can't just - There are procedures in place, sir.
- And? - Let's discuss this at the station.
- What's to discuss? Well, even if it were possible, he's compromised due to a friendship with the suspect.
So the suspect's more likely to open up.
Reza Al-Rahman's already been offered a contract.
- He starts on Monday.
- Un-offer it.
[RASK.]
I don't think that would look very good.
Uh, s-sir, as much as I appreciate this, I can't possibly take the job.
Reza is a close friend of mine, and he's a fine policeman.
Whatever you need, I'm still here to help.
He's not getting the job, you are.
That's an order.
Do we understand each other? Good.
[ENGINE STARTS.]
[SPLUTTERS.]
[SIGHS.]
[SIGHS.]
[KNOCKING.]
Kurt.
- Hope I'm not too late.
- [SCOFFS.]
Hey, monster.
- Can I get a high five? - Hm? High f Hi - Hey.
- She loves me, really.
[CHUCKLES.]
- [SOUL MUSIC PLAYS ON STEREO.]
- There he is.
Get in here.
Here's my dad's brännvin.
Handle with care.
Look at this.
Come here.
Oh, mad.
- Beer? - Please.
I [SIGHS.]
There's something I need to say, and I might as well just get it out there.
[REZA'S WIFE.]
Did you tell him? What? We exchanged.
- Oh, on your new place.
- Mm-hm.
- Totally forgot about that.
- Two spare bedrooms - an extra bathroom.
- Yeah.
A huge mortgage.
Let me enjoy it for five minutes.
- [REZA.]
Hey.
- [CHUCKLES.]
[BOTH LAUGH.]
[REZA.]
Hey, that's just one of them.
- [REZA'S WIFE.]
So - [REZA LAUGHS.]
how's it going with, um What's her name? - Helena.
Helena.
- [SNICKERS.]
- [REZA'S WIFE.]
So gorgeous.
- [REZA.]
Yeah.
We're-We're breaking up.
[CHUCKLES.]
- Oh.
- I told her I wanted to get serious, and she bailed.
[REZA'S WIFE.]
D-Do you want that? Mm, no.
Maybe.
I don't know.
[REZA.]
Classic Wallander.
Maybe it is time.
A crazy tragic thing happened to you.
That changes a person.
You're right.
It has definitely changed me from having casual sex on tap to not having it.
[REZA LAUGHS.]
Boys, boys, boys, boys.
[GRUNTS.]
I'm bringing you the good ice cream.
- [KISSES HIM.]
- Thank you, baby.
[GIGGLING.]
Rez.
Come.
I I hate to say this, but I - What's wrong, are you okay? - [SIGHS.]
I want you to hear this from me first.
Hear what, man? W-What's wrong? Hemberg gave an order that I move to Major Crimes for the Rosengaard murder.
[SIGHS.]
Well, that's great.
No, no.
For that to happen, someone else has to drop out.
[CHUCKLES.]
Well done, man.
I swear, I tried.
There was nothing I could do.
They'd already informed Becker.
She insists I work on the march tomorrow, then that's it.
Hey, look, it was too good to be true anyway.
No.
The next vacancy that comes up will still be yours.
- [SIGHS.]
- They said that to me.
- Okay? - Yeah, look not a word to Jasmine all right? Not a word, do you understand? There she is.
My little angel, come here.
- What's that in your hand? What is that? - [CHORTLES.]
What, did you make those? Go on, give one to Uncle Kurt.
[BECKER.]
An anti-immigration march was always going to be tense.
The timing of the Rosengaard murder hasn't helped.
There is a lot of anger out there.
Kurt, running point.
Fred, Ebba, to the rear.
Reza, I want you behind the wheel.
- What? - I need a driver.
And it's me because the driver stays in the van? Find someone else.
- Probably for the best, Rez, yeah? - Who asked your opinion? Last time I checked, I was the senior officer in this unit.
So get someone else to drive.
[BECKER.]
All right.
All right.
Keep the peace.
Be there for each other, and whatever happens, do not break the chain.
[POLICE RADIO CHATTER.]
Well, let's defend free speech, motherfuckers.
[HELICOPTERS WHIRRING.]
- [POLICE RADIO CHATTER.]
- [UNEASY MUSIC BUILDS.]
[CROWD, CHANTING.]
Justice for Hugo! Justice for Hugo! [POLICE RADIO CHATTER.]
[CHANTING CONTINUES.]
Justice for Hugo! Justice for Hugo! Justice for Hugo! Justice for Hugo! Justice for Hugo! Justice for Hugo! [HELICOPTERS WHIRRING.]
- [CHANTING CONTINUES.]
- [RADIO CHATTER.]
[ALL CHANTING.]
Shame on you, shame on you! Refugees are humans, too! [MAN.]
Racist fuck! Back in line.
Hey! Is this why we pay our taxes? So police can protect fascists? Huh? - Trying to do my job, miss.
- How can you live with yourself? Something to say? Fascist pig? [MAN OVER RADIO.]
All units.
Potential hostile mob approaching from the northwest blockade.
Be prepared for a code yellow.
I repeat.
All units, hostiles approaching from the northwest blockade.
[MUSIC BUILDS.]
[HELICOPTERS OVERHEAD.]
[CHANTING.]
Pure blood, clean mind! - It's the Norse Protection League.
- [OFFICERS, YELLING.]
Helmets! [CHANTING.]
Pure blood, clean mind! [REZA.]
Push them back.
Hold the line.
[GRUNTING.]
- [YELLING.]
- [KURT.]
They're breaking through! - We are pure blood! - [KURT.]
Where are they going? They're headed for a side street! [KURT.]
What the hell's up there? [MAN OVER RADIO.]
We have intel about a church round the corner harboring illegal immigrants.
We're evacuating them from the church's north exit.
Detain the hostiles for as long as possible.
I repeat - [GRUNTING.]
- [SHOUTING.]
Keep 'em in the sack! We need to stop them from getting into that church.
- [WOMAN.]
It's a bomb! - [CROWD SCREAMING.]
We take down the fucking church.
Now! We don't have enough men to hold this! Request immediate backup! [MAN GRUNTS.]
[GRUNTS.]
- [CRIES OUT.]
- [GRUNTS.]
[GRUNTS.]
[RIOTER CRIES OUT.]
[WOMAN.]
Over here, guys! The church is over here! It's him! Hey! You! Stay exactly where you are! [GRUNTING.]
[GRUNTING.]
[CRIES OUT, GRUNTS.]
Rez! Stay down! Lock this down! [SIRENS BLARING.]
[PANTING.]
- [MUSIC INTENSIFIES.]
- [GRUNTS.]
- [GRUNTS.]
- [SCREAMS.]
- [GRUNTS.]
- [PANTING.]
[METALLIC RATTLING.]
You're under arrest! You're under arrest.
[YELLS IN AFGHAN.]
[PANTING.]
[YELLS AGAIN IN AFGHAN.]
I don't understand what you're saying.
Turn around, hands on your head.
[SPEAKS QUIETLY IN AFGHAN.]
Just stand still.
[GRUNTS, SPEAKS AFGHAN.]
[PANTING, SNIFFS.]
[HANDCUFFS CLICKING.]
- [GRUNTS.]
- [YELLING.]
[BOTH GRUNTING.]
[SUSPECT GIBBERING.]
[GRUNTS.]
[GRUNTING.]
[PANTING.]
[GRUNTS.]
[RIOTERS CHANTING IN DISTANCE.]
[PANTING.]
[HELICOPTERS OVERHEAD.]
[FLAME IGNITES, HISSING SOUND.]
["WILD ONE" BY EMILIE NICOLAS PLAYS.]
He's a wild one, of course he will Fall into me like a baby He's a lost soul, I fill his void Save the motherfucker He's a lost one, of course he will Melt through my hands like butter Ooh Ooh I got mommy eyes, I got mommy arms And I'm on my heart He falls asleep on my chest And comes all over my prey What do I do with someone like you? He looks so good when he don't know what to do I've been carrying men way too long, babe