Britt, can I borrow some coffee?
GRAMOPHONE MUSIC
Hello! It's just me, Maggan.
Hey, can i borrow some...
Thanks for the ride.
No...
She had a lot of acquaintances who came and went, if you get what I mean.
She also drank a fair bit. But she was very kind and friendly.
-All of them have lip stick marks. -And she was generous, too.
And... really enjoyed life, if the Commissioner knows what I mean.
-Do you know if she felt threatened? -No.
But there was a young man here a few weeks ago.
Afterwards she told me that it had been a real pain.
-A pain? -Yes. That's what she said. Pain.
What did he look like?
He was a bit over 20. Brown hair. Handsome, and wore his hair like this.
-Did you ever see him before that time? -No, never.
-Good day, Hulda! -Welcome!
Einar is so skinny! Does he not eat in Stockholm?
-And the young lady is just as slim and meek!
-Welcome, Mrs. Bure. -Thank you.
-This is my father's cat. -That's great - for the mice.
No, he's an indoor cat. His name is Thotmes III.
-The third of what? -He's named after an egyptian pharqao.
-Yeah, in the 1400's. -Before Christ.
Oh my, that is one old cat!
-How long will you be staying? -My vacaction is three weeks.
-Any news since last time? -News? Nothing happens here.
Could Hulda please close the door, for the cat.
-Does it taste alright? -Nothing beats Hulda's cabbage casserole.
Here I come bearing coffee and freshly baked sponge cake.
I can't fit another bite.
Except for some coffee and Hulda's wonderful sponge cake.
-Of course! -You're welcome, have as much as you like!
No, Thotmes! Come back here.
Thotmes, come back here. Damn cat...
Thotmes?
Thotmes.
Thotmes!
Thotmes.
Thotmes, come here.
Come here.
Oh! Excuse me!
Puck Bure, Einar Bure's wife.
Margit Holt, Colonel Holt's wife.
I beg your pardon, my dad's cat ran away, but...
We're gonna... It was nice to meet you.
Ptui, ptui, ptui.
TYPEWRITER TAPPING
-What're you reading? -It's not for work!
-I didn't think you read that stuff. -I found it in your sister's bookshelf.
Wait, don't tell me! It's about a lonely, but noble, woman-
-who falls in love with an older, rich man, with a good heart.
Have you read it?
-Elsbet Matts is actually a bestseller. -Oh, I see.
I have to fqamiliarise myself with Skoga's greatest author.
-Her real name is Elisabet Mattson. -Is that so?
-She lives there, further down the hill. -Skoga is such a rich place.
Ow, ow, ow!
KNOCKING
Come in, it's unlocked.
Tommy...!
-Oh, so you can work during our vacation? -Darling, this is purely for pleasure.
"Swedish Church Paintings of the Middle Ages"?
And that has nothing to do with your paper on Swedish church paintings?
-Well, it might be a little bit related... -Bad boy!
Ding dong!
The presses are printing at full steam. I just had to pop over and say hello.
Lou, hi! Long time no see!
-How are things with Yngve? -Good. On a business trip, as usual.
-This is my wife. -Puck Bure.
Lou Mattson, wife next door. I brought pie. That's what you do here, I've learned.
-Recipe courtesy of the Petrén sisters.
I'm hosting a cocktail aprty on Thursday. It would be lovely if you could come!
Sounds pleasant! Are you celebrating anything in particular?
Yes. My philosophy which dictates that you have to make your own fun in life.
-I hope you can make it! Toodleoo!
Let's see here...
EJE PRETENDS TO SNORE
-Can't tear yourself away? -It's actually quite engaging.
PUCK GIGGLES
PUCK AND EJE LAUGH
Damn it... Thotmes!
I told you to bring this inside yesterday. How hard could it be?
Thotmes, what have you done? Thotmes! Come here, let me have a look at you!
Puck... Puck!
Secure the are before people barge in and destroy the evidence.
All neighbours will be questioned. What are we looking at here?
-Unfortunately he's dead. -Uhuh. Tommy Holt.
-Oh my God! -A wild and hopeless punk.
That is Lou's husband, Yngve Mattson.
And there's your favourite author, Elisabet Mattson. Yngve's sister.
What's happened?
And there comes Colonel Holt, Tommy's father.
Colonel Holt, I have bad news. Your son has...
-Is that his girlfriend? -No, that's his sister.
-Get her out of here! -Can someone take my daughter home?
-Of course. -Agneta!
-Mother! -Come here. There, there...
"Brutal stabbing in the valley".
"A stabbed man was found in a local garden. The police suspect..."
I'll be-! Christer!
Christer! Have they brought you in to solve this?
-Not exactly. How are you two? -The worst of the shock has passed.
Come, have a seat.
-Hi. -Hulda!
I can't believe this is happening.
-Christer! Good day! -Good day, Hulda.
Would you like some coffee? I just baked a sponge cake.
-Yes, please. -Right away, Commissioner Wijk.
Have a seat.
-Did you hear anything last night? -No.
-Weren't you sleeping with the window open? -Yes.
Then you must've heard something.
At least one more person was in this garden. Voices, yelling?
-We've only been married for two months. -Is this some form of questioning?
I'm here on another case.
A couple of weeks ago, a woman was murdered in Sundbyberg.
The dead woman turned out to be connected to the Holt family.
I'm sorry for your loss.
My timing may be poor, but I'd like to ask you a few questions if I may.
Well... Of course. Anything to help catch the killer.
According to Inspector Berggren, you didn't know that Tommy was in Skoga.
We had no idea that he was here.
How is that possible?
We haven't been in touch for years. He had his own life in Stockholm.
I see.
Britt Andersson in Sundbyberg, do you know her?
-No. -No.
That's odd.
Because she's Tommy's mother.
What?! -Mother?
Tommy was adopted.
He wasn't my brother?
Tell Agneta.
He was your brother.
Your half brother.
Then one must assume... that you're the father?
You have no right to ask these suggestive questions about the past!
Unfortunately I think I have to. Britt was found dead a couple of weeks ago.
But... You always told me that she died in childbirth!
-Eje! Are you ready? -Yes.
-Eje... -Yeah?
Come here.
-Who's that? -That is Börje Sundin.
He's the local gardener.
-Ready to leave? -Mm...
Who are Christer talking to?
Oh no! Those are the Petrén sisters, the ones with the pie recipe.
If they spot us we'll never get to the beach.
-And Bure's Einar, what a shock. -I was just saying to Olivia...
The first day of the vacation, too!
-Did either of you meet Tommy before...? -No. Sweet, dear Christer...
-Police Commissioner. -Yes, but...
I remember when you and Einar used to steal apples. And strawberries...
You are usually very observant. Seen anything worth mentioning?
-No, like what? -We didn't know that Tommy Holt was here.
-Are you certain? -Absolutely.
Goodbye, then.
Alright, let's keep this brief.
-Einar! -Oh, sweet, dear...
-Puck. -Pleasure.
We heard that Einar found Tommy. That must've been awful.
Hulda, that up-tight spectacle, never tells us anything.
Tommy spend a lot of time at our house as a child.
Yes, like this Monday for example...
Right...
-Well, what happened? -Absolutely nothing.
-Shall we...? -May we offer a cup of coffee?
-We shouldn't... -We were just having a cup.
THE SISTERS ARE HUDDLED IN CONVERSATION
...which was given to us by our father's uncle, Ernst.
-No, Gustav! -Ernst!
She opened the window, aimed at the intruder, and yelled:
"Come out, or I'll shoot!"
And imagine our surprise when little Einar suddenly looked out.
Who could've thought that Einar, who was so polite, would steal our gooseberries?
But tell me more about Tommy. Was he as troublesome as Eje?
Tommy wasn't at all like people said. He was very...
-Oliviam it's time to head home. -Yes! It's been lovely, but we're...
Lou came by with a cherry pie. She said it was your recipe.
-Can I have a copy? -Of course!
Thank you. Maybe you and Livia could fetch it?
-No? We could do it after noon. -Then Puck won't have the time to bake today.
-Right! That's true, of course! -So sweet.
-Shall we? -Yes.
Thank you.
-Have some more cake, Olivia. -Yes, please.
Tell me, what was Tommy up to this Monday?
Come in. I assume that you too are here to ask me about Tommy Holt.
I'm afraid I don't have much to say. I barely knew the boy.
I read about you in the papers sometimes. What are you writing these days?
A dark romance novel with an a sad ending.
-Nothing you'd like. -Don't say that.
I'm trying to form a profile of Tommy.
-What did you know about the kid? -Not much...
...despite being neighbours with the family for many years.
I liked him, regardless of what people say.
-What do people say? -Oh, people speak so much nonsense.
You know what it's like here in Skoga.
Do you know why Tommy moved away?