Young Wallander

Use of explosives in Malmo

is now at a level that's unique for a state not at war.

Explosions, shootings, warring criminal gangs.

Continuous injections for the right wing...

Listen.

Hey, this party's dead. Let's go to The Cube.

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.

How could you not feel inferior?

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?

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.

Good evening, sir. Having a nice day?

- Shut the fuck up. Fucking idiot. - You know how to play the game?

- You don't know shit about football. - Ibrahim! Get over here! Now!

Fuck off. You don't know anything.

Fuck you. Dick head.

Are you out of your mind?

You want to throw away your entire future?

Everything we fought for?

- 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!

Why shouldn't he be playing?

Malmo 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.

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.

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?

It's four in the morning!

What is going on?

Will someone please kill that alarm?

There's a... This is Officer Wallander reporting a fire.

A f... In Rosengaard.

Yeah, that's the one.

Looks like a maintenance room.

What the fuck is happening?

I think someone broke in.

What's that smoke? Is that a fire in there?

My baby is trying to sleep.

Will someone kill that fucking alarm?

You better calm it.

What the hell is going on? Is there a fire?

Fire's out. Return to your homes.

- Yeah, man, get him, innit! - Let him go. This is not right!

What's going on?

Think you're better than us? Fuck you!

Who is he?

Wish your mom was here now, pussy?

Someone help the poor boy!

Let me go first.

Why you cryin'?

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?

...pushing for?

That's enough. Let's go.

- Smile, man. - This is enough!

Who's gonna help you, bro?

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?

This must be some kind of prank.

The fire's out.

I suggest you go back to your beds.

- Fucking police. - Who does this guy think...

- Oi! - What's he doing?

Leave the guy alone!

- It's a grenade! - Back! Get back!

Everyone get back!

Officer Wallander.

I'm Detective Frida Rask.

- That's one hell of a morning. - 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.

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 would show his face.

There's nothing of use from what we've seen.

I'm sorry.

You did your best, officer.

No rookie should have to experience something like that.

Rask.

Yep.

I'm coming.

Wallander...

don't skip the counseling.

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...

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?

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.

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.

That's why I feel ready to progress to...

not having to make the calls

because the booty...

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.

I should've been there, man.