She was called Odd-Gertrude.
But her real name was...
Gertrude Uddgren.
You don't need cards to see that. It was even in the newspapers.
Don't listen to him, darling. Fanny really is clairvoyant.
- Well, at the very least she's good at telling ghost stories.
- Keep telling the story, Fanny
She comes at dusk.
She walks through the thicket of wild roses, hovering through the mist.
Up there, at the old root cellar, easy and happy...
...but whimpering.
The sound chills the blood.
- And she was damn good-looking, too. - Bon soir, chérie. - Bon soir, papa.
So you know who she is?
- Odd-Gertrude? Yes. The most beautiful girl in the village.
Everyone was crazy about her... until she disappeared.
- Was murdered. - Travelled abroad, is what the police said.
But if she's a ghost she must be dead.
And if she'd died of natural causes she would be at peace.
Ironclad proof that you've been listening, too.
- No, I also think she was murdered. I always have.
I have seen these cards before.
Roses... Kisses...
And death.
Björn? Björn!
Hello?
She told the same story again...
...so you're probably on the right track
Bless you! Are you getting sick?
No, I don't think so.
- What a place! - Yes.
Are you sure we're in the right place?
- How nice that Christer's engaged. - Mm.
Must be nice for him to retire from the bachelor life.
- I haven't missed it, at least. - Best for you.
- I had barely heard of her. - That's probably why they invited us.
Wow, those roses...
Who' shooting?
Pull!
–Ten out of ten. –Damn!
- You're really good at this. - Mhm! Now it's your turn...if you dare.
- Hi! There you are. Come here. - We didn't mean to sneak up on you.
No, that wouldn't be right.
- This is my fiancée, Gabriella. - Welcome to Rödbergshyttan.
Einar Bure. Now I see why Christer has kept you a secret.
–You must be Puck. –Pleasure. –Come on, let's go meet the others.
–I hope we're not interrupting. –No, no. Absolutely not.
Guests for the engagement party already?
Yeah. I hope we're not too early.
No no no, it's just nice. Otto Malmer, Engineer.
–Einar Bure. This is my wife. –Puck Bure.
Gabriella's uncle. My wife ... Helene.
–We have guests. –Right. The Commissioner's friends.
Einar Bure.
–Pardon me. I really am hopeless. –No, that's-
–And here comes Aunt Fanny. –Yeah!
You shouldn't be carrying that. Where is Sofia?
I haven't seen her all morning.
Then send someone to get her. She's too lazy, that girl.
One needs to keep the servants in check.
–Welcome. –Fanny is Gabriella's grandfather's sister.
She takes care of everything here. I'm not dead yet, right?
Whose are those wise eyes?
–Puck Bure. My husband- –Puck. The little wood sprite...
–Are you the one growing the roses outside? –Oh, do you like them? It's been a chore.
But Otto is hard at work trying to kill them all.
The only one with green fingers here is Bella. And she's abandoning us.
You'll have to suit yourself, grandfather. It was you who sent me to Stockholm.
–What is the gypsy doing here? –What in the world! Has something happened?
Yes, you could say that. This must have been a while ago but...
Björn Uddgren has discovered the remains of a woman...
...and she's buried in a root cellar on the property.
Do you recognize this?
Yeah, it's mom's.
I would arrest Fanny right away. She knew exactly where she was buried.
Quiet, Jan-Axel.
But it is her? Odd-Gertrude?
–That's up to the forensic anthropologists to decide. –Sure. I'll contact them.
–Do you never use the root cellar? - No, not since I was a child.
Back then it was an extra potatoes- and wine cellar.
Honey, where are you. This is terrible.
Wasn't her name Gertrude? She was in the papers when we were little?
- The beauty that went missing? - Yes.
But "odd", I never heard her called that.
"Odd" is what the rabble call her, from the works barracks at Northern Cape.
Not anyone you'd visit ... unless you're buying moonshine.
Thanks.
- Sorry. I think I've got... - People around here were quite concerned.
The case was the reason Christer became a cop.
- What was your theory, then? - Murder inspired by jealousy.
- Maybe because Christer liked her. - Did he?
I wish she'd been found somewhere else.
- It couldn't be anyone here. - No.
You should take some rest and get well. I go out for a ride.
Yikes...
He'll snoop out the truth. I spared the family from scandal.
- Leave me alone. - Now Christer Wijk is here.
For Gabriella's sake.
Puck.
- Is it night? Do you know anything else? - Fred's had a heart attack.
They called the doctor. Everyone's down in the parlour.
Oh, Dr Severin.
What about Grandpa?
The danger is over. For now.
He must begin to take medicine.
- He shouldn't be left alone at night. - I'll stay.
- We'll take turns, of course. - Unthinkable. I still can't sleep.
He asked me to send for Björn Uddgren.
Things past due will finally be done. Right, Fanny?
What did she mean, you think? Do you think she's been drinking?
Maybe not a lot. I feel very sorry for Christer.
They are right for each other, depending on an engagement party.
- I've never seen him so attached. - Neither have I.
- What do you mean, then? - Ah. Just female intuition.
- Female jealousy, perhaps? - Do I have anything to be jealous of?
- Dad wants to talk to you two. - With us? Why's that?
Thank you for coming. Unfortunately, I can't get up.
My balance isn't...
I needed to write a will.
Huh? Do you want us to witness it?
Right is right. Even if I die from shame...
- Take it easy, Björn. - I'm calm.
Hi. We were never introduced.
What a charmer.
Trying to buy my silence?
I don't want anything from you. I should kill you!
Now he's going.
- Come! - I want to see what he's doing.
- Don't look at young Gypsies. - He was pretty neat, huh?
Frederick.
Fanny. Fanny!
My God!
Christer. Christer!
Christer. Christer! Something's happened.
Christer! Something's happened.
What about him? Is he dead?
- When did you get here? - Immediately after her.
He put himself to bed so I didn't have to.
- After a while he slept. - Were you here the whole time?
Yes. I drank some coffee. I usually never fall asleep.
- It could have happened to anyone. - Someone spiked the coffee.
Waited until you fell asleep and snuck in and gave Frederick a glass of medicine.
A heart attack can cause a little bluing of the skin, but not like this.
Phone Dr. Severin. We need a doctor to attest to the death.
- Why so fast? - He'll find out the cause of death.
- He or she must have known you well. - Why do you say that?
Would any of us murder grandfather?
- Löving! - Yes?
If Puck hadn't woken up, we probably wouldn't suspect anything.
Fanny would've slept until morning and the death looked like a heart attack.
I've only served for a few months and don't know if I can handle two murders.
- You have to help me. - Puck? - Eje?
Collect all fast acting medications, but keep track of whose they are.
They're all bitter. Did you taste anything?
No, it was exceptionally good.
Here. Take this.
I find it difficult when people disappear.
- Did you grow up with Jan-Axel? - Dad?
He brought me here when I was two and went to Nice after Mom died.
Fanny took care of me. And grandfather.
It won't be the same without him. No one will take care of the farm.
Daddy wants to sell it and gamble the money away, and Otto...
He will dig up the roses and have a garden that's easy to grow.
Grandfather had soul.
And I'll cook eggs for breakfast for my husband in a kitchen in Stockholm.
Can you check these?
- Whose pharmacy is this? - Helen's.
This is almost empty.
Frederick wasn't a saint. There... You that know as well as I do.
- I'm sorry. Is it inconvenient? - No. No, no. Come in.
Why wasn't Fredrik a saint?
Fredrik was a widower since Otto was born. A vital man.
Maybe he fell for a rural beauty, and had difficulty getting her to shut up.
Helene has many sexual conspiracy theories.
- The Commissioner doesn't think it's strange... - I can't imagine daddy...
Helene's right. Questions like that must be asked when investigating murders.
Gertrude was said to be proud, of their relationship.
No, Dad was many things, but not a murderer.
If he was, you understand yesterday could've been too much for him.
- Could he have taken the poison himself? - Anything's possible.
But it would be difficult for him to go and rummage in your bathroom cabinet.
In our bathroom cabinet?
Even harder to replace the pill jar when he was already dead.
Who could have...?
Now I have to ask what you were doing the night of the murder.
We? Yes, we... slept.
I'm very easily aroused. If Helene had got up... It's a matter for you.
We'd have noticed if either of us were up and about.
I think they're lying. That white robe in there...
- I think I saw it last night. - Where? When?
Just before I went in to Frederick. I had a fever. I don't remember.
Think.
Glass doors rattled. Someone must have gone out to the road.
Otto... No, earlier when Eje was out. I saw Otto and Frederick arguing.
- What about? - I don't know.
Did you hear anything?
Bella! Where are you going?
- Bella! - I'm late for the seamstress.
Hope your friend can put his foot down. Otherwise he'll get into trouble.
I can imagine. Good to see someone take care of the roses.
Yes, but it's just to avoid the morbid atmosphere.
Though it isn't so big a difference from the past.
You left here when you were very young?
Yes, I graduated from high school, bought a car and drove down south.
The best thing I've done.
Have you been to the Riviera? You'd have great success.
Petite. Elégante... With esprit...
- Why did you come back here if it's so good? - Yes... You grow older.
It would be nice to have a family.
And that certainly would be, if you had a nice family.
- Surely, you won't stay long. - I'd rather not.
- Broke? Him? With such expensive habits? - You can also go broke.
He barely got any love back from his family.
- I think it's hereditary. - We must find the will.
- My future family, and I'm snooping. - How did you meet?
Djurgårds Ferry. She says, but I'd been checking her out.
- Following her? - Like at the police academy.
- Nah, Christer... - It was an accident. Or something...
A country girl in town.
Here it is. No, it's the old one.
He could barely stand and probably couldn't get out of bed.
- Stand up. - What?
Yes.
My God! Was he really in his right mind?
- Otto and Jan-Axel get only the legal portion. - Not half of what they would have received.
Dr. Severin gets a share. Strange.
- Look. It gets worse. - "The remainder will be divided into two lots."
"One goes to Björn Uddgren."
Maybe it was as we thought. Fredrik murdered Gertrude and is paying Björn back.
- This guy has a good motive. - The best imaginable.
Eje, we saw Björn walking towards the gate but then he stopped.
Did he or didn't he?
- I don't know. Eje... - Yes, I came in then. Sorry...
- I understand. - Otto didn't seem sceptical either.
Maybe he knew it was true?
"Right is right. Even if I die from shame."
Because Fredrik was really scared
he wrote the will, named Björn as heir and confessed to the murder of his mother.
Bjorn comes back and kills him.
Good theory, but it doesn't explain the second big surprise.
Oh, Commissioner. Have you seen Puck?
- Is there more? - Yes, God yes.
- It's gin and tonic. - I'll have the same, but with a little ice.
Thank you.
Why did you lie the night of the murder?
- What now? - I know you were in the garden.
No. no. Well, sometimes I go out there to cool down, but...
Yesterday? No.
We were exhausted after everything that happened. I slept like the dead. Almost.
What's this? First, sleeping pills, Now do you think I'm lying about an alibi.
- Good motive too. - It's not hard.
People kill for much less than half a million.
Fredrik rewrote his will to your advantage. You inherit half a million.
More than Otto.
- Why? - If anyone has the answer, it's you?
I? No, I've got no idea.
Unless he got some insight before he died.
- What do you mean? - Nothing.
It's of no consequence now given the circumstances.
It depends on what "facts" there are.
- Ice, then? - Helene needs it more.
What was that about?
Frederick would never have gone off, leaving a sick guest.
But Eje has to go and you have enough to take care of.
- I'm going to my own bed. - Nonsense. Do you want to be alone?
- And he's gone. - I'll be okay by myself.
But you should stay for Christer's sake.
- But Christer has Gabriella. - I understand.
But that's the situation here now, I think your presence is very important.
It's chaos at the mill. I should go and take care of it.
- But that happens here all the time. - It's your responsibility now.
In practice. Dad tried to get Jan-Axel to shoulder the yoke.
- Why? You are the engineer. - The Prodigal Son.
- Don't drive and risk your life now. - I'll mark the essays.
Don't overdo it. I know you.
- Drive carefully. - I'll hurry back.
Obviously I can't be sure, but we sleep close together.
- I usually wake up when she gets up. - What did Frederick say to you before the heart attack?
Huh? I was with him then?
Yes. We discussed the purchase of a new excavator.
Also one last thing...
Helene couldn't kill a fly.
You may find your killer outside the household.
Can you think of anyone in particular?
I'd investigate what my father and gypsy discussed. You've got a hot-tempered type there.
- I thought you'd gone. - Fanny told me to stay. Eje went alone.
- What's Otto doing? - I'll probably visit the North Cape.
And you should probably rest. Get well soon.
Hello!
- What are you doing? - What were you doing the night Frederick was murdered?
- What does your fiancée think about your snooping? - I'm talking about you now.
- I was hauling up nets. - Can anyone confirm that?
- Yes. There were other boats out there. - May I come in?
Charlie Parker
- How nice you have it. - What did you expect?
- A ground ball? Huh? - Your mom?
Put it back there!
- What were you and Fredrik talking about? - That's our business?
- You are suspicious ... so no. - Why would I have murdered him?
- Did he give you any reason when you saw him? - No, on the contrary.
He expressed his condolences. He even promised to even remember me in his will.
You became impatient and wanted money.
I'm not rich like Malmers, but I don't kill for pennies.
- Half a million. Is that pennies? - Half a million?
Bloody hell...
- Then it was so... - Where, how?
His estate or whoever gets it can keep that shit.
If it were only that simple...
- What did he want? - The question is what do you want.
So they think it's Björn? Because he's a vagrant?
- Isn't Björn very at home here? - Could he find Helene's medicine cabinet?
No, certainly not. He's a clever boy.
He sorted himself out throughout his life. He became foreman at the mill at 20.
Save the heads now. For the broth.
- That's you? Next to the soldier? - Yes.
I can't say I remember the occasion.
I've never been comfortable with women.
So I was the one who took advantage of...
- Gertrude's generosity. - Was she a prostitute?
Exuberant. And she had a boy to support.
You can call it what you like.
I did what I could to help her. She had time to come here once.
- Time? For what? - She didn't say. We'll never know.
It must've been special, because women come here in confidence.
So intimate, but not so.
Helene Malmer, for example, has many medications.
- She's my patient. I'm sworn to secrecy. - Including tasteless sleeping tablets.
That don't lose its power in coffee. Deadly poison in a high dose.
- Enough with the innuendo. - Is it?
Shortly before Frederick died he changed his will in your and Helene's favour.
I have patients waiting.
Fredrik took care of his friends.
He knew I had student debts.
And as for the medications I should have stopped prescribing them.
She become addicted.
- She is unhappy. - With those blue eyes.
- We are good friends? - Is that all?
I've accepted my fate.
Now you've heard my embarrassing secrets. Can I continue working?
Hi, it's Daniel.
I just thought of something about Gertrude.
We can't continue like this.
- Are you kidding? Are you sure? - Absolutely. I'd be happy to be less sure.
"Rutting like sheep" is a mild phrase in this context.
- Did you check his finances? - Yes. Mortgaged up to the hilt.
- What is it? - Fredrik's diary.
I wanted Helene's file, but saw this.
Can you read it?
- Unreadable. What do you want to know? - I'll ask Daniel what it says.
- I have to give it to Björn. - Björn is something special to Fanny.
She's very attached to him.
But he was hauling up the nets when Frederick died. Several fishermen saw him.
Is that Daniel and Otto?
Otto too? Where?
- Military. - Is that him?
Does he know what his wife does?
Tell Fanny I'll skip dinner.
The seamstress just fluttered around.
- Why are people so stupid about weddings? - They are romantic.
- Sofia? - She's gone.
- You were late, so she had to leave. - She's gone off for the weekend.
- Let her have fun. - You know where she is.
- She has nothing else. - Grandfather said "ignore romance."
You should go on style, ambition and class. The rest comes later.
- Frederick was of the old school. - I probably am too.
Yeah, so that's what happens when you aren't home and he teaches your daughter about life.
- You mean "desire above all"? - Touché!
What do you do, Puck? Follow passion or sense?
Both, perhaps? But you should just get married if you want to share a bed.
Hear the music from Northern Cape? Yes, they're having a party. The entire weekend.
- Being rabble has its good points. - Sorry if I said something inappropriate.
No, no.
Dad always said Jan-Axel followed the least resistance. It's left its mark.
I and Helene have separate bedrooms.
It's not something I'm proud of, but I understand I shouldn't have lied.
So you don't know where she was that night?
Daniel?
- Shotgun. Close range. - Do you think the murders are linked?
A reasonable starting point.
Verify everyone's alibi. I'm pretty sure some of them don't agree.
Several suspects were out by themselves.
Helene was at the dentist. Jan-Axel was at the inn.
Otto received a new excavator at the mill.
- Any more? - Gabriella.
- Yeah? But ... - According to her, she was at the seamstress.
So... what do you think?
I want the forensic anthropologist's report as soon as possible.
Löving wants to question everyone individually.
I can't stand another day here.
No, I've had enough... back to work.
Otto! Just one question.
- Were you and Daniel close friends? - We've known each other since we were kids.
Did you know about the story of Gertrude?
- I knew he went there sometimes. - But you didn't?
- No. - He said something yesterday that worries me.
- He probably got it wrong. - What? What did he say?
Gertrude opened up the mystery of love.
Yes, it's possible he believes that.
He introduced us when I got out of the military.
My friends were hoping for something.
- I was very inexperienced. - So what happened?
Nothing. It was completely foreign for me.
She was more or less a prostitute, and I had a very romantic inclination.
- And Jan-Axel? - I assume so.
- "Assume", even? - He never stopped looking for someone.
I see. But even playboys get old.
But he proposed to Grace Kelly?
Yes... Will you still stay with us if I tell you that?
Sure. He was mad at me, because Grace threw herself at me.
Did you throw yourself at Odd-Gertrude? If we are to stick to the truth...
Yes, sometime in the frenzy of a party. But not then, earlier in adolescence.
- Not then? - No. I already had my hunting grounds.
The finer circuits.
What did you do yesterday when you were late for supper?
I'll answer to the constable, not my future son-in-law.
You're not afraid to come into the family?
- What do you mean? - You know.
So what? I'm not ashamed we're trying to generate a little heat.
- In this cold family. - Soon, maybe you can warm yourself in the sun.
Together you could play the dandy with her inheritance.
It might even cover your gambling debts?
- Are my finances so interesting? - You have a strong incentive and a weak alibi.
I knew nothing about the will until you told me about it.
Why would we want to kill Daniel?
He told us what drugs were used.
He was stupid enough to tell someone. Someone he liked very much.
Not me. Did he talk to you?
Of course not. The Commissioner's looking for a suspect.
Do I really look like a murderer?
- You've seen them up close. - I don't go on intuition, without facts.
Does that include the beautiful woman close to you also?
Löving visited my seamstress. He says you sent him.
Bella!
Bella, that's regular police work. Check everything.
- Root around in one's personal life. - In a case of murder.
- Don't take it personally. - My grandfather was murdered, I was followed...
My dad accused of being the killer. I shouldn't take it personally?
You were at the seamstress for 20 minutes, but gone for three hours in total.
- Huh? Could I have killed my grandfather? - I don't think so. Should I reconsider?
Be in love with her instead. You have the same interests.
Gabriella!
I dig and dig, but I only find more dirt. No killer.
No... Helene was with Jan-Axel the night Frederick was murdered too.
Has Otto recanted the information?
- Well, lovers can't provide an alibi. - If they were seen, then?
Sorry, I was getting my embroidery. I happened to overhear you.
- Would it change anything.. - They whispered outside Frederick's window.
On the night of the murder. Then they went down into the garden.
- How could you hear if you were sedated? - They might have broken off their tryst...
And given Frederick poison while I was sleeping?
Anyway, they were in the same place when I woke up.
- by the lilac bushes. - Why did you remain silent about that so long?
You shouldn't reopen old wounds unnecessarily.
If you had a lie detector with you it could resolve the case directly.
Yes, you have your widgets. And I have my principles.
But a nephew shouldn't go to jail to spare the other from heart-ache.
- A widget, not a chance. - One more thing.
- How far is it to the North Cape? - It takes half an hour by car. Why?
- By boat, then? - Across the Gulf. It takes five minutes.
Could he have come here and committed the murder? He saw you go and return.
- He'd have time to mix it into the coffee. - If he had an accomplice.
Sofia heard Fanny's ghost stories. She took him to basement.
- She came with the medicines. - And the coffee.
And left the doors unlocked. Fanny said she was going out but not with whom.
Gabriella's right. Nice with the same interests.
- You are green? Is it color? - Now you!
I got it.
- Can we talk privately? - What now?
Stop bitching. Come on.
Sofia, stay here.
- Have you been together long? - We aren't together.
According to you or her?
- May I use your phone? - Sure.
- Do you get along with girls very easily? - You have no idea.
Does she know an accessory to a murder can get life?
- Again? You've checked my alibi. - Your alibi's cracked.
Löving's gone? Send a warrant for Björn Uddgren.
Not so cunningly to go to Malmers with newly painted boat.
Calm!
- It suits you? - What?
- Keep at a safe distance. - Why?
Björn! Wait!
Where is he?
Let go! Let go, then!
Hell!
Thank you.
Yes, I talked about the root cellar.
I don't believe in ghost stories, but...
I wanted to tell what they said about his mother.
You needed an excuse to make contact.
Mm.
He asked for some help? Something that was in the house?
What?
No! Certainly not.
But... I'm just a consolation prize.
- He said that from the beginning, so... - Nice.
Yes. But with that kind of guy you got to grab him when he's free.
Though I was hoping a lot he'd get over her.
- But it only got worse, so... - Get over whom?
Commissar! Has something happened?
- Otto's asleep. - I'm looking for you. Can I come in?
So, what can I do?
- A sexual conspiracy theory. - Haven't you had enough of that?
- This interests me a little more. - Ouch.
Exactly.
They were together since they were teenagers.
It ended just before she went to Stockholm.
Did Fredrik stop it?
Björn had another reason to hate him.
An orphan gypsy kid wouldn't be the apple of his eye. But a commissioner...
But there were two persons Fanny saw the night of the murder. Not me, and...
- How do you know? - I saw them too.
I was out. I had run out of sleeping pills. I couldn't sleep.
What did you see?
Gabriella came climbing down the trellis like a kid.
Romeo stood at the base.
With Fredrik out of the way, they could be together.
Bella?
- I just wanted to say good night. - Good night, Gabriella.
- Has Christer come back? - No.
Strange.
- Are you waiting for him? - Oh no.
- Are you worried about him? - No. He can probably handle Björn.
I don't like it, you're sleeping by yourself.
It's probably okay. Eje's coming tomorrow, and I won't have to leave, not directly.
Who knows what your sensitive nose found out. You might not even know yourself?
- Ouch! What are you doing? - You sneak about when I'm worried about killers!
- What a welcome. - I want a divorce.
- What do... Are you sure? - Well...
- Bye. - Okay, I'll call my lawyer tomorrow.
I don't get it.
- Eje's back. - Will he take you away?
He didn't like me sleeping in an unlocked room.
Good you chose someone sensible. Safety is most important. Or...?
- What is it? - Some metal.
It wasn't Jan-Axel and Helene in the garden, but Björn and Gabriella.
Are you sure it's what you think?
- No one's the best judge in situations like that. - Well then.
I am.
So much so, I'd run if I were you.
- Björn? - Yes.
We can't leave Christer alone with all this.
He'll be fine.
It's time to leave this family in peace.
The worst thing I know is people going behind his back.
- What I don't like is you were right. - Right about what?
About Gabriella. I just thought you were jealous.
- Weren't you jealous. Envious. - Maybe I avoided the subject.
- There's no more "substance"? - No, I don't think so.
- No. What would it be? - No, what you said.
Sometimes you make me dizzy, Puck. The wrong way.
- What do you think is up there? - Wind.
- Looking for something? - No. Or yes ...
I was curious. The house is so tall, but I can't find a staircase.
- There's a loft ladder. - Yeah.
Yeah. I was just there.
- What a fine. Sorry. Is it valuable? - No, just dirty.
- Things are going on in the attic. - What a coincidence.
Yeah. Don't let me interrupt.
Did you just go out?
Bon soir. What you look happy. Have you found a corpse too?
No, nothing like that. Is Christer here?
Yes, there you are. Here's the report by the forensic anthropologist.
- Are you a pet sitter? - Surely someone must...
That was Gertrude, I hope. Otherwise it would be a little disconcerting.
- Well, it was her. - Have you seen?
As I thought. Good job.
Now I'll concentrate on you ...
- Tell me what it's about, now. - No. Do you have a lighter?
- Should we sneak around? We're guests. - After three murders I'm not so sure.
Gertrude? Are you there?
T. ..
B. ..
A. ..
R. ..
N. ..
"Your child."
Stop! Stop him!
He was hiding in the attic, above our heads.
- If you take him, I'll never forgive you. - Will you forgive me?
I heard screams. Is everything in order?
The identity and cause of death has been confirmed. Your mother was shot.
But not alone. Two were in the grave. Probably she was murdered because she was pregnant.
I remember her saying we'd become a larger family.
And how nice it would be.
I thought it was a fantasy to delight me.
She must have thought she'd have a baby with Frederick.
Maybe marry him... And then he shoots her!
- Why Frederick? - He gave me they money.
- What could he do otherwise? - Confess? Offer money as consolation?
Then he'd have died instantly. Would Björn use sedatives after something like that?
You come into it there. Someone must rooted in your cabinet and prepared coffee.
- Do you really think...? - What? I'm a cop.
Gabriella had nothing with this to do.
- I know house better than you. - No, Bjorn.
It was me.
- Björn knew nothing. - Now I know where your loyalties lay.
Being in love with him, doesn't make him innocent?
He had a motive. The boat was here, he fled in panic and had weak alibi.
- You ask her. What's stopping you? - I'll be there.
No thanks.
Here is the summary of your alibi.
When Daniel died, Jan-Axel wasn't at the inn, Helene wasn't at the dentist
Otto wasn't at the mill and Gabriella wasn't at the seamstress.
The only clues are the changed will and the words "die from shame."
We thought Gertrude's corpse got him to confess his crime to the wrong person.
Eje wondered why I didn't arrest my fiancée’s lover.
Tempting, but I found this here.
"Complications after untreated mumps in 1910..."
- Thank you, the winter I'll never forget. - "Has led to my sterility."
Fredrik was sterile for 40 years.
Recently we had two killers. Now none.
We might have a killer to all three murders.
I'll take one of those anyway.
We thought Fredrik had something to confess.
But somebody may have confessed to Frederick.
"Forgive me, Father, I have sinned."
Fredrik had a heart attack and rewrote his will.
There we read the error: we saw Helene and Björn.
But what was interesting was who didn't get the money?
His two sons.
They got as little as the law allows. Both may have made Gertrude pregnant.
Both had the opportunity, and perhaps the motive.
Christer, it doesn't hold.
You'll have to excuse me. Your mother was pretty, but to say the least promiscuous.
- It could've been just about anyone. - She was murdered a month before you left.
The other a couple of months after you came back.
Good thing I kept myself away, then.
- Why did you, then? - Not for any homicide.
Seriously, if I'd made someone pregnant who I didn't want to have children with
I'd just deny it.
It isn't so nice, but... A murder appears...
It doesn't follow the line of least resistance.
Fear of a strict patriarch perhaps a motive?
What now? Do you suspect Otto? It's impossible.
Tell them. No, no? Then I'll do it.
Otto couldn't have got anyone pregnant. He's never touched a woman.
- You mean besides his wife? - No, I don't mean that.
- I'm talking about impotence. - Please Helene...
So, now you know too. You who judge me...
I waited 15 years before I let anyone else get close to me.
Don't you understand? They wanted to make you a triple killer for some hooker.
This puts all the cards on the table.
Have you put all the cards on the table? Isn't it about faithfulness anyway?
Fidelity to a dead woman?
You were too romantic for prostitutes?
A true romantic doesn't let a woman's reputation stem his emotions.
He doesn't care if she's suitable. He sees her for what she is.
How long did your luck last? A month? Two months?
Before Fredrik found out about it.
Is it true, Otto?
I have a hard time believing, although it sets me free.
There were qualities in Gertrude. She would have scared him to death.
You would have had a good laugh if you saw us together.
Yes. We were really a ridiculous pair.
And most ridiculous of all was, we loved each other.
She didn't scare me. She made me happy.
But your laughter... The thought of your laughter...
- But Frederick didn't laugh? - No. Dad didn't laugh at all.
- Did he ask you to break it off? - Dad was never "bad".
But Gertrude was already with child, wasn't she?
I never wanted to go to Daniel, but what could I do?
Without father's approval...
I wouldn't be able to support her.
- You have to help me, Daniel. - I'm not a gynaecologist.
This kind of thing goes wrong very often.
I'll speak with her, I won't promise more.
Gertrude never went to see Daniel? As he remembered it.
He understood and must have called you directly.
Don't you understand why Helene was blamed? Her medications, she inherits...
He hadn't said anything to anyone else. He almost asked to be shot.
If only she had the abortion.
She said she couldn't because she loved me.
"It wouldn't be right."
She wanted us to get married, I, Björn and the new baby would...
Start a new life.
But I couldn't. I didn't dare become someone else.
I thought it was what father demanded of me.
That was your biggest mistake.
You thought he demanded it and knew what you had done.
So I started to ask questions. When you became seriously worried.
Send Wijk away. He'll snoop right on to the truth.
I spared the family from scandal. Now you have to help me.
What are you saying, Otto?
What is it you've done?
He had no idea what burden I'd carried for years.
He said I'd have to turn myself in, or he'd do it the next day.
You see he didn't tell anyone next day.
I loved him, perhaps more than anyone else here.
I loved Gertrude.
I loved her until she got pregnant, but what I did...
I couldn't deal with it.
I hope it doesn't come between you. You love each other, it'll be alright.
We... We have found the weapon.
But it may already be finished?
But anyway. You will crash land.
I blame myself. I was forewarned. "Roses, kisses and death."
You're always welcome, you know.
See you again soon. Thanks for your help.
Both of you.
- Are you starting a new life? - Really, I'm a healthy girl.
A healthy girl who ended up in hell. Or maybe you need something?
- There's everything to drown sorrow. - I was trying the whiskey method.
I understand that's the male way.
- Poor Otto. - You feel sorry for him?
You are right. He took 15 years of my life.
Where will you start your new one?
I've never been to Stockholm.
- Certainly you won't mourn a lot. - With the right company, you can have a nice time.