Arne Dahl: Bad Blood (Arne Dahl: Ont Blod)

ARNE DAHL - BAD BLOOD PART 1

He's here... Shut up.

He's coming.

Four cheers for Viggo ''The Battle Man'' Norlander. Have a seat at the throne.

Hip hip hooray! Hooray! Hooray! Hooray!

Sit down. -Happy Birthday!

And a present, too. -It's from the whole team.

What, the gym...?

Enjoy the cake, it'll be the last time in ages you have cream.

I'll be damned... -Thanks.

You'll get married. -I already tried that once.

It's not for me.

What are you doing? -Celebrating that Norlander is 32.

32? That's a good one.

We've had an urgent call from New York. We have to get to Arlanda now.

What's happened? -A Swede has been murdered at Newark.

Let's go.

What's the name of the victim? -Lars-Erik Hassel.

The literary critic? -That's right.

Hassel was found an hour ago.

FBI have found out that the killer is on a plane bound for Arlanda.

Why FBI? -His modus operandi.

Do they know him? -Not his identity.

But it's a serial killer they've been chasing for over 30 years.

Their profile states it's a white male over 55.

Do they know what name he's using? -They're trying to find out.

I'm on a direct line to Special Agent Ray Larner in New York. I know him.

There are 200 passengers on board that plane.

It could be a bloodbath or hostage drama. He's a killing machine.

We have to get him on his way out.

Airport police will make sure no one leaves en route to passport control.

The North Stockholm Police are everywhere.

The only exit from the luggage hall is via customs.

We're most likely looking for a white male, over 55.

A white 55 year old male, I mean...

Sure. Highly original.

A bit like trying to find a fat girl on the Jerry Springer Show.

I can see the plane, but no passengers yet.

We're approaching passport control.

Find out what name he's travelling under.

I'm just speaking to Ray Larner. Hold on.

Hello. -Hello.

This is Hjelm. We need the name, now!

They've got computer trouble at Silver Air in New York.

I can see the passengers in the gate.

They're in the arrival hall.

Here you are. -Thanks.

Here you are.

Male suspect. Green down jacket. Combat trousers and Ray-Bans.

He's coming. -Nyberg and Chavez will do it.

The luggage is here.

A guy with a leather jacket is heading out.

He's carrying a green bag.

He left the conveyor belt when he saw me and Hultin. We're going after him.

We can see him.

Lie still!

Don't move, for fuck's sake!

Hultin?

That was the FBI. He's travelling under the name of Edwin Reynolds.

This is some fucking Frenchman.

Jean-Claude Villon. -He's using the name Edwin Reynolds.

-I repeat: Edwin Reynolds. -Edwin Reynolds. OK. We'll check that.

Excuse me. Has anyone called Edwin Reynolds passed?

Yes, he was one of the first to pass through.

He's already passed.

Check all the airport coaches.

Arlanda trains, cab companies. And put up road blocks, immediately.

We'll stop anyone in and around Arlanda and ask for ID.

Officially, we're looking for drug smugglers. Don't forget that.

This is over. He's already out.

Like hell it is!

POLICE ARE LOOKING FOR A WHITE, OLDER MALE WHO JUST LEFT ARLANDA

So who was that bloody Frenchman?

Some junkie with a bit of dope in his belly.

What a total fiasco. -Yeah, shit.

Call Orphline and tell them they're here.

Is Erik still in New York? -No, he got back this morning.

We need to be at the Foreign Office tomorrow.

What were you and Fatima discussing?

She needs sanitary pads. -Right...

So, Hassel is tortured and killed by a famous US serial killer.

The murder took place in a janitor's closet at Newark Airport 12 hours ago.

Hassel was due to catch a Silver Air flight at 1 9.25 to Stockholm.

Just over an hour before the flight, the killer cancels Hassel's ticket.

Five minutes later, he gets that same ticket, as he's first in the queue.

He boards the plane with a fake passport...

He uses the name Edwin Reynolds, which turns out to be fake.

You must have seen him at passport control?

We didn't have a name. -He is known as The Kentucky Killer.

Söderstedt. -FBI call him by the name ''K''.

His first victim was found in 1975.

A 46 year old controller who was tortured to death.

Over a period of 14 years, he killed another 1 7 people.

Then he has a strange pause of almost 20 years.

How do they know it's him and not a copycat after such a long break?

Because his MO has not been revealed.

And what's that like? -Are you eating?

Not at the moment. -That's good.

The murderer uses two specially made pliers...

What the hell...? -They're putting in new cables.

In the middle of the night?

To avoid interfering with data traffic.

We've got the emergency lighting. -And Nyberg has scented candles.

They're next to the leather whip. -Go on, Söderstedt.

Yes, well...

Hello!

So the killer uses special pliers with jaws that he rams into the throat

and neck of the victim.

One is inserted and closes around the vocal cords

so the victim loses the power of speech.

He can then torture the victim at will without any interfering screams.

The other is inserted at the back of the neck and grabs the central ganglia

which he lays into and the pain must be unimaginable.

That's nice. -He also

mutilates the genitals thoroughly.

Hassel died a horrible death in that closet.

This is unlike anything we've ever seen before.

24 murders performed with icy detachment and perverse pleasure.

We'll study the investigation tomorrow.

Nyberg will be informed of every death reported to the police, nationwide.

All Americans suspected of crime will be reported to Holm.

Apart from that, we've not got much. -We've got nothing at all.

We don't know his name or what he looks like.

The profile says ''male, over 55''.

FBI have been chasing him for 30 years

with a budget the size of Sweden's GDP.

That's correct. It's not the best of starting positions.

We'll have to turn over every stone and try and find something out.

Good night. -Good night.

...she said, farted and flew off.

I can say that, right?

Why can't I say that? -Yes, why not?

I guess I don't have to point out the obvious?

None of this can get out.

I'll fart and fly off, then.

Forget about your Christmas bonus!

Hultin.

Listen, guys...

Do you know how old Edwin Reynolds is?

He doesn't exist.

Yes, he did when he went through passport control. He was 32.

Why would a 55 year old choose to travel on a 32 year old's passport

when he's made a fake passport? -Why didn't the staff react?

Maybe he's had plastic surgery. -Sure, but 20 years...

Strange. -Yes, it's all very, very strange.

No, I'm going to hit the road. -Then I'm splitting, too.

And me.

Bye. -Sleep well.

Gallano.

Why are you calling me, you idiot?

You know there's an alert out for me.

Me and Akalla-Gurra have got a deal going on. Nothing heavy, but...

We're selling shitloads of it to the kids.

Speak to Gurra. He knows more about this.

I'm at the cabin, where else?

But I guess we know where Reynolds was sat on the plane.

Shall we see if the people sat nearby saw anything?

They had, like, eight hours with him. -Yes, I'll look into that tomorrow.

Are you in pain?

I'm sure I'll be all right. But it seems to take its time.

Half your body was broken.

That's not the worst bit...actually.

I had a lot of time to think when I was in hospital.

The things you've done and the choices you've made.

It's mainly the kids.

No contact yet?

No. Shall we call it a day? -Yeah.

THE KENTUCKY KILLER = K

I really wish I could stay here and help you, Herman.

Are you sure they're safe there? -Yes.

The boat gets in the day after tomorrow. They'll be fine until then.

Is he here in Sweden now? -Yes.

They didn't say anything about a serial killer on the news.

What did they say?

That Hassel was found killed in New York. ''The Famous Swedish Critic''.

Sooner or later, someone will leak it. Screaming headlines...

Shit! The speed of this thing.

Where's Danne? -He was out late and is sleeping in.

Where was he last night? -With a friend.

There's a lot of that these days. -What?

Hanging out late. -He's 16!

We can put a tracing function into his mobile and see where he is

without him knowing.

Put surveillance on your son? -Dead clever. I'd find him anywhere.

What surveillance? -Wicked pants.

Dad doesn't really like surveillance. He thinks it's cheating, right?

Who do you hang out with these days? -Why is there no juice?

It's finished. -So why don't you get more?

Who were you hanging out with last night?

Why don't you have milk? -Or you could buy more juice!

You finish it so quickly. -Who were you out with yesterday?

Leave it. Go have a shave.

Now we can only hope. -Yes.

Nice to know it's all OK physically.

Sooner or later a little soldier will make his way up there and then...

I meant Gotland. -Right...

They haven't called, have they? -No.

I'm sure it's OK, then.

I love you.

Honey? They just called from Amsterdam.