In the Name of the Law (I lagens namn)

Damn!

He's all screwed up. We'll take him in.

Are you stupid?

There's a bottle too. Hold your hands there!

What'd I do? Empty your pockets.

I told you to keep your hands there!

Sit down!

We'll take him to 5.

Let me go, you goddamn pigs!

Fucking let me go! I'll kill you!

Do you have a room for him there?

He was sure drunk at the Sheraton.

He got angry and cut the doorman.

4-0-2-16... Come in.

Shall we check out the narco scene in Södermalm?

And give godfather Danucci a bit of a scare?

Danucci. What a name!

So what? He's a classy guy.

Something's happened to that Nilsson.

Get an ambulance!

Who was it hit you?

Björnborg.

Björn Borg?

Björnborg...

March... March...

"March of the Björneborgers"?

He must have fallen and hurt himself.

I was there when we took him in.

Which we?

Me and Häll. Roger Häll.

- He was brought in drunk. - Let me see.

Nils Rune Nilsson... Brought in half an hour ago.

No visible injuries... Quite OK.

- He sure doesn't look OK now! - He wasn't like that, then.

Call the forensics.

Åke...! Call Häll and the others.

They're calling us back to the station.

I booked him in. When I left the cell, there was nothing wrong with him.

He was drunk, of course.

You can confirm that.

"March of the Björneborgers"... Mean anything to you gents...?

Or the lady?

We'll work it out.

Good night, Mrs Larsson.

PENSIONER ASSAULTED DURING ARREST.

- What do you have to say about this? - No comment.

Was the description correct?

I can't say.

Isn't your responsibility as chief to know?

I've said all I can at present.

- When can you tell us more? - Excuse me, please.

- Have you read the evening paper? - At 8 o'clock in the morning?

It's about "Uncle Nisse".

- "Uncle Nisse"? - That's what they're calling him.

- Nils Nilsson... - Drop everything else for this.

- Bloody hell! - He's your responsibility.

I thought he was in hospital.

- Do you have something I can give them? - "Them"?

Yeah!

No, but you could tell them... to talk to the Evening News reporter.

He seems to know everything.

Otherwise tell them to go to hell.

Here he comes!

- What do you have to say? - I told you... No comment.

They work at the centre. Sometimes as civilians.

They work against street violence, drug sales and prostitution.

They are certainly extremely effective. That's a problem in itself.

Are these all reports?

22 in a year. All rejected.

The regular thieves, drug addicts and prostitutes

have been throttled by Häll and company...

With one exception.

What exception?

Danucci. The one they call The Godfather?

Could be. But he has no police record.

What's so interesting about him then?

He seems to get special treatment,

the likes of which I've never seen before.

The same day I received the report,

that CID heavy, Walltin, calls me and says to forget about it.

- What did you say? - Told him to mind his own business.

Now I have to confirm

our female colleagues didn't use unnecessary violence.

Thanks for the coffee.

Bruno Danucci.

Roger... Can you come here for a minute?

Over there...

That old lady's been wandering around all morning.

Maybe you should do something?

Can I help you, madam? My name's Roger. I'm a policeman.

I'm looking for my son.

Do you know where he lives?

Yes, he lives in...

In Sundsvall.

If you have the address in your bag, I can drive you, madam.

- Oh... - Can I look in your bag?

- What is it? - Stureby Nursing Home.

I'll fix it, madam. We'll go in my car and pick up your suitcase.

- You'll need to have it with you, eh? - Oh yes...

Coming?

Your colleagues seem to believe that it's me who controls drug trafficking.

I don't even use aspirin.

Do you know how much you can earn

legally in this business, Inspector?

11,000... Last year.

After deductions.

I'm not here to talk about tax returns...

It's about a report against fellow police officers.

I've been able to put up with your so-called observers tracking me.

But I do not like it when some over-ambitious youngsters

are harassing my staff and my visitors.

They were last here last night.

- How long's this been going on? - Far too long.

God almighty... How naive can a policeman be?

Violence Unit... Jarnebring. He's from Gothenburg.

Anything more, we'll be in touch.

Of course...

Inspector.

STEAM CLEANING

Is that damn hick going to pester us now?

Hi, boys. Listening to the "Top 40", are we?

- Can you tell me where I'll find Walltin? - Don't know what you're talking about.

Ask him to check in.

Where the hell have you been? You're 30 minutes late.

- Roger drove an old lady home. - PR business.

You got the chance of a joy-ride tonight, so don't talk shit.

- Now... duty calls. - The jalopy's getting cold.

Alright now, just calm down!

You carrying anything?

Last time you promised to talk about Danucci. Have you forgotten?

You said you could make a deal with him for us.

Was it just boasting that you had contacts with the big guys?

Or was that just bullshit?

Now you get pinched!

I asked you a question, you piece of shit!

You can fool around with crims, but not with me!

Book them for criminal intent. That should be enough.

Yeah... I'll see what I can do.

But don't expect too much.

Mr Nilsson? I read about him in the paper.

Things were terrible here.

People came and went. They did what they needed to do on the stairs.

There were drunken sprees every night. The rest of us got no sleep.

There's been a lot more peace and quiet with Nilsson out of the way.

The rest of us here are quite happy... Well now...

You've never done anything, you say.

So what would this be for?

To help me get some sort of job. As a tradesman.

The prosecutor agrees with you...

He's bought your "tradesman" line.

So you can go and take your partner with you.

You wanted to see me?

Walltin?

Danucci... The Godfather.

We've got a very complicated case. But we're close to a big seizure.

Danucci's not into drugs as far as I know.

So what do you know, Jarnebring, actually?

I'll soon have him.

Then a lot of my colleagues will get off my back.

We're not as gullible as Häll and his crew.

Can't it walk?

You mean this dog?

He's the product of a project conducted by the National Police Board.

The first example of the portable drug dog.

- What's his name? - Ludvig.

Federal Police-dog "Ludde".

Then I have an assignment for Ludde. Now.

Fuck!

Fuckin' hell!

This week's special: Deep-frozen fillet steak, 139 Kr per kilo.

Is that all?

It's him! There he is!

Fuck off!

How the hell could you release him?

- Don't you realize what they're like? - Ask the Public Prosecutor about it.

Incredible!

Is that all you have?

Seems our girl's been to a candlelight dinner.

Where's the rest?

What are you talking about?

Get up!

Turn around.

Pull your tights down.

Yes... 70 from 12-20. Come in.

Panties, too.

Bend over.

Bend over!

Nothing.

Where's your boyfriend?

Puma?

I guess he's at home.

Police... open up!

Open up, we know you're home.

No, he's got away through the window. We'll grab "The Beak" instead.

We're doing an address-check at 370 Gamla Huddinge Road.

- We'll go round. - How can you talk in that?

Stay out here, boys.

You wait here, Micky.

Why the hell don't you open?

I can walk on my own.