Wallander

# Tram wires

# Across northern skies

# Cut my blue heart in two

# My knuckles bleed

# Down the tattered street

# On a door that shouldn't be

# In front of me. #

Hey, Dad.

I'm not deaf.

How would you know how I look, anyway?

You haven't been here for weeks. A few days, Dad. Weeks.

Where are you going?

I thought you might want to talk to Kurt.

No, don't leave me. Gertrude!

I'll just be outside. No, no. Here, here.

No, stay, sit. Please.

So, how are you, Dad?

Useless.

Can't...

Can't think.

Can't see.

Take me home.

Home?

Well, I can't die here.

Meaning...

..all meaning ending here?

Take me home.

Do you want to go to the studio?

No.

Finished.

Just want to sit.

You don't look, do you?

You don't look at the world. You just drive straight through it.

Stop, and look.

Go on, off you go. I'll be all right now.

I'll sit with him.

Find someone to sit with you.

You're not strong enough to do it on your own.

Nobody is.

Find someone to sit with you.

If we can't control the parking outside our own bloody station, what's the point?

The driver thinks he may have a missing person for us.

Holger Eriksson.

He's always there when I make my delivery. Never missed.

Maybe he forgot.

Tried twice since. Nothing.

The office called. Answer machine. He's away, then.

Then I tried again this morning.

No answer. So I tried the door.

It was open. Well, did you go in?

Of course I didn't go in. That's your job.

I move oil. That's mine.

OK, thanks.

No, Kurt.

I can't. I've got to finish that profile for Lisa.

Where's Anne-Britt? At the florist's in town.

Possible burglary.

Can you tell stuff, then?

By looking round?

Er, best to stay here.

He's a bird-watcher. A bit of a twitcher.

Writes poems about them. He's got a tower in the woods.

Reaches up into the trees so he can be among them, he says.

OK. Thanks.

Don't you need to...move some oil?

I think it's called a punji pit. Vietcong used to use them.

They cropped up again recently in the Congo.

Bamboo stakes sharpened to a point, then banged in with a mallet.

Basic but effective.

What about these planks?

Oh, the supports have been sawn through.

Wouldn't have taken much. Most of them were rotten anyway.

How long do you think he's been there?

A few days at least.

And I don't think he'd have died immediately.

The wounds suggest he struggled. There are tears.

The pain must have been unimaginable.

Yeah, got it.

All right. Thanks.

That was Anne-Britt. She wants you to meet her at the florist's.

The florist's? What, now?

There's nothing stolen, but there are bloodstains on the floor.

OK, OK.

What is it?

Guy who runs this place is away. Gosta Runfeldt.

Been gone two-and-a-half weeks. Meant to have gone to Africa - orchid safari.

Orchid safari? He gave his staff three weeks off.

His manager came in to start preparing to re-open next week.

Discovered the break-in, but...

Nothing's missing. Vanja Andersson.

The manager.

Er, Kurt Wallander. Er, you're sure nothing's been taken?

There's a bit of stock in the cold store and everything else had been sold.

Magnus said something about bloodstains.

Orchids. We specialise.

They're beautiful.

This... This room was locked up, presumably?

When does he get back? The owner. Runfeldt.

That's just it.

I called the travel company to see when his flight was due back.

They said he never made the trip.

Didn't get on the plane. No sign of him.

For two-and-a-half weeks? Have you tried calling him?

His mobile's switched off and there's no reply from his apartment.

Right.

Well, we'd better get forensics down here.

And where is his apartment? We should check that out.

Upstairs.

I can do that, Kurt.

Well, I'm here now.

He's crazy about them.

His wife.

She was killed in an accident a couple of years ago.

There's a couple of grown-up children.

Well, it looks as if he set off for somewhere.

Profile.

Holger Eriksson.

Car dealer.

Retired 15 years ago.

He had four showrooms at one point. So, money.

It looks like it. Plenty of enemies, too, I imagine.

Car dealer? Are you kidding? But there's no sign of a robbery.

This wasn't about money.

This man was meant to suffer and it was meant to shock.

I'll make a detailed search of his business contacts.

Yeah. And we need the time of death, soon as we can.

They're working on it. We need someone down at the florist's.

I want a report on that stockroom. MOBILE PHONE RINGS

But it wouldn't surprise me if the florist guy hasn't just done a bit of a swerve.

Peaceful break somewhere where nobody can find him.

Not the worst idea. ..Yeah, Gertrude.

'Your father's gone.'

Sorry, he's...he's gone where?

'Povel's dead.'

Er...well...he can't be. I...

I...I don't understand. We... He just got home.

How... How can...

Where is he?

'He's in the studio. I went to check...' What's he doing in the studio?

He said that he didn't...want...

I... Have you... Have you called an ambulance?

'I thought I should speak to you first.'

I mean, how do you know? How do you know?!

'Kurt...Kurt, please...' Just... No, wait there. Just...

'Just listen to me.' Just wait. Wait!

Dad? Dad.

Dad, Dad, Dad, Dad, Dad, Dad, Dad, Dad, Dad...Dad, Dad...

Dad? Dad! Dad! Dad!

Dad!

Dad! Dad! Dad! Dad! Dad!

Dad!

I'll, er... I'll...I'll call the ambulance.

Do you want to stay here tonight?

I mean, un...unless you want...

No, I'll...I'll be fine.

'Kurt, it's Magnus. We found another body.'

Jogger found him.

You OK?

It's the florist.

Get Nyberg out here. And Vanja.

The florist manager. She'll need to ID him.

This is Gosta Runfeldt.

If you'll just come this way.

Kurt?

Oh, hello, sorry.

I know this is...a bit out of order, but our forensics team are really stretched

and we need to get a positive ID as soon as possible, so...

We could wait until we get him to the morgue...

It's OK. All right. Thank you very much.

If you'd like to come with me.

We'll try and make this quick.

Maybe just... If we just stand here, perhaps.

All right, thank you. Thank you for your help.

Thank you, thank you. That's not, er... It's not easy, I know.

I... I've... I've never seen a...

dead body before.

A dead body's just a dead body. It's not a person, it's a corpse.

To you, maybe.

What... What's happened to him?

Really, we don't know yet.

He looks so much thinner.

Thinner?

His face.

The stubble...beard...maybe.

But this is important. Do you think that he's lost weight?

Looks like it.

Held somewhere?

He's been missing for nearly three weeks.

That's more than enough to lose weight noticeably.

Fingernails were ingrained with dirt, filth and urine on his underclothes.

Why hold him? There have been no ransom demands or anything.

I don't know. But you... you think he was alive when he was tied to the tree.

Definitely. He was tied to the tree and then strangled.

There are small abrasions to the back of his head where he struggled,

and we found traces of blood on the tree.

And you think there's a connection? With Eriksson?

They're both like public executions, aren't they?

They're premeditated, planned.

And neither of them died instantly. Torture.

I think there must be something that these men have in common. I don't know.