Anno 1790 (2011): Season 1, Episode 2 - Den parfymerade pistolen - full transcript

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- Good morning.
- Good morning.

My dear Lady Ekman. How are you?

Good morning, Vinberg.

I've just read your advertisement...
for the English soaps.

Oh, yes, the English soaps.
They've just arrived.

Excellent for a
Lady like yourself.

And strong enough to remove
sunburn and freckles.

I shall take four bars.

Thank you.

We also have a new
delivery of tea



that might interest you?

Tea? I fear tea is a
little too daring for me.

Not at all.

It is an exciting drink for an
adventurous Lady like yourself.

But I hear that drink weakens
the brain and nerves.

On the contrary,
it is medicinal!

And the scent. Lady Ekman.

Smell the scent.

Is that not a scent
worth dying for?

Ah, Vinberg...

Imagine. Tea, all
the way from China.

So daring of you, dear Greta.

Something so exotic.

It's not dangerous. I hope?



On the contrary, my dear.
It's medicinal!

Shall we?

I'm willing to give
myself to you, Engström,

as I have proved many times.

And you have expressed the
wish to belong to me one day.

None of this will
come to pass...

unless I am convinced
that you are able

to fulfil your marital duties.

As a husband.

Do you understand
what I'm saying?

Dĺĺdh!

Dĺĺdh!

Dĺĺdh! An order has
come from the police.

There's been an incident
in one of your districts.

These fellows were delivering
goods this morning

and caught Mr. Lund, the
wallpaper painter, red handed.

I don't know about you but this
implement says it all to me.

- Is it your knife?
- Yes.

Are the one that killed him?

He also had a sum
of money on him.

A tidy little sum like this isn't
earned by painting leaves.

Even if you're painting
an entire forest!

Where did the money come from?

I assume you have no objections.

Well, the money
wasn't from here.

Did you notice that
smell in there?

Tea?

No, something else.

A special smell which
I cannot place.

No!

Jean Christian!

Jean Christian!

No! Let him go!

Release her. Nordin.
I'll taking over here.

Jean Christian!

Jean Christian! No!

There's nothing you
can do for now.

Listen to me. Look at me.

I wish you only well.

Freund?

I must make sure that Mrs.
Lund makes it home properly.

Commissioner!

Oh. Commissioner.

It's frightful. I
heard what happened.

And to think I just bought some
tea from him only yesterday.

- Yesterday?
- Yes!

And he said that the tea had
a scent worth dying for.

And now he has.

Died.

Is that not the queerest thing?

What is happening in our city?

Commissioner. I should also
like to report a shooting.

- A shooting?
- Through my window. Last evening.

That is not good.

We shall have to get to the bottom of that.
I shall look into it.

Good. I must say, sir.

That you seem at least as
reliable as your predecessor.

The honourable Mr. Odenstein.

Farewell.

Farewell Commissioner...

He would never be able
to murder someone.

Few people would be able to do
such a thing yet it still happens.

Not Jean Christian.

Violence is not in his nature.

So why is he not
protesting his innocence?

Is he not?

Mama!

For how long had your husband
been working for Vinberg?

A week or so.

Was he there yesterday?

Yes.

For how long?

How long?

What time did he come home?

He came home...

late.

How late?

Night-time.

Was that unusual?

Yes.

Did your husband say anything
when he came in last night?

Only that he was tired.

He had a nap and
then left again.

- To the shop?
- Mm.

He had to finish the
painting today.

That was their agreement.

What is this? Tea?

It's the leaf that Vinberg wanted
Jean Christian to use as a template.

- For the foliate bordering?
- Yes.

What kind of leaf is it?

He was given it by Vinberg.

- May I keep this?
- Of course.

When are you due?

Soon.

Your husband had a very
large sum of money

on him when he was arrested.

A very large sum. Do you
have an explanation?

No. What does he say?

Nothing.

My friend and I were about
to taste our Chinese tea

when there was a sudden report and a
bullet shot in through the window.

It was highly alarming.

And you bought the tea
from Vinberg, you said.

I certainly did.
Earlier in the day.

How did the tea taste?

- Thank you.
- Not like it smelt.

Which I found a little peculiar.
Your health.

And how did it smell?

Delightful. Strong.

Almost like a perfume.

But when we came
to taste it, flat.

A raw, vulgar taste.

You said it was not the first
time that it had happened.

That a bullet has been
fired in this quarter.

Pistol-smith Roht
cannot make his clients

stop practising with their guns in private
in the evenings and into the night.

I've been on at him,
believe you me.

But he says he can do nothing about it.
Don't you know.

And what shall we do?

I mean all us poor widows
living in this house?

No men?

Eleonora Wide lives
in the rooms above.

I think that she has a lover.

- Is that so?
- I have even heard them at times.

Oh, yes. I have seen him
on the stairs many a time.

Eleonora herself lives on her estate,
Lehrsta, a little outside town.

But several times a week she arrives
in her carriage, don't you know.

And stops outside by the front
door at exactly 8 o'clock.

And afterwards she rides
back to Lehrsta at midnight.

What an arrangement,
n'est-ce pas?

Madam Wide is a
very modern woman.

Do you know who this man is?

Indeed I do.

Engström, is his name.

Major.

Erik?

Erik!

"Here, ye children.

"The instruction of a father...

"and attend to kn...

"to know under...

"understanding.

"For I give you good doctrine."

Good. Miss Anna-Sophia.

Very well read.

Proverbs. Chapter 4.

Memorise.

Carl-August...

Freund!

How nice to see you
back to normal.

Have you and Dĺĺdh settled into the
district commissioner's quarters?

Yes, we have thank you.

I heard about Mr Vinberg.

Do we know who could
have done it?

Everything points to Mr.
Lund, the wallpaper painter,

but I'm not sure that Dĺĺdh
is of the same opinion.

Fetch some linen. It's in
the cupboard out there.

And brandy.

It's in Freund's chamber.

- In the chamber-pot cabinet.
- The chamber-pot cabinet?

The little that might be
left of it is, anyway.

You do realise we're finished
if they find you here?

Your sister too.

The newspaper said you'd
been hunted down and shot.

That you then drowned in the Walsta river.
All of you.

I was in the river. But
dived under when I was hit.

I didn't surface until I'd been
dragged a long way downstream.

Cathrin Sällberg?

She didn't manage to get away.

They dragged her up onto land.

Then she screamed out
her dead son's name.

They fired shot after shot after
shot until she fell silent.

Why did you come
back to Stockholm?

Von Graz told me who he
thought had betrayed us.

Who?

You're no longer one of us. Dĺĺdh.
I cannot tell you that.

- Was that all there was?
- Yes.

This will be painful.

Even for a thick-skinned
revolutionary like yourself.

Freund?

No.

Dĺĺdh?

Are you here?

Excuse me, the
door was unlocked.

- I was just on my way out.
- I hope we are not disturbing you.

Not at all. It is
but a pleasure!

Odenstein's chambermaid
complained for years

about the lack of linen here.

So I asked Johanna to
collect what we had over.

That is too kind of you.

Have you no linen at all here?

What we have is on our beds.

Freund says that you doubt
that you have found

Vinberg's murderer.

I must examine the
matter a little further.

- Anyway.
- You have blood on your shirt.

I have been operating.

Operating?

A person without means

needed my assistance
an hour or so ago.

I should get changed.

So you do operations?

Amongst the poor?

Then we shan't disturb
you any more.

I might as well be
honest with you.

I had to perform the
operation here.

- Here?
- The patient has no permanent home.

So I was compelled to bring him here
to give him the care he needed.

What is his... injury?

He has been badly...
bitten by a dog.

My Lady... I realise that these rooms
are not suited to the care of the poor.

But I was forced to make

an exception this time.

It will not happen again.

My Lady. There is nothing
to see in there...

You are a true
philanthropist, Dĺĺdh.

Until we meet again...

I shall look forward to it.

He is a wanted
anti-royalist conspirator.

What would you that I should do?
Throw him out?

- He is a revolutionary. A murderer.
- Is he?

Who knows.

See him as resurrected. Freund.

You read yourself of his
death in the newspaper.

His sister has promised
to arrange a new place.

Meanwhile, he stays here.

Where's my brandy?

I now know what it was
that we smelt in the shop.

Musk.

Lady Wahlstedt wears a
perfume with the same scent.

This leaf that Vinberg gave wallpaper
painter Lund to copy comes from China.

From the same mountains
as the musk deer

"from the scrotum of which

"small valuable
grains are extracted

"for use in making perfumes."

What does this have to do
with Vinberg's murder?

Would it not have been more
natural for a trader in tea

to have a tea-leaf painted?

I also asked a question, Dĺĺdh.

Where is my brandy?

Good night. Freund.

How late is it?

It's gone midnight.

Where's Märta?

She'll be back tomorrow. We might
try to move you when she gets here.

It was a close call back then.
With the police chiefs wife.

You heard?

Bitten by a dog!

What could I say?

You seem a little sweet on her.

Have you already lost your
way amongst the gentry?

Dinners.

Fine linen on the
beds and tables.

I too have a forbidden love.

"Liberté,.

"Égalité...

"... Fraternité."

Liberty. Equality...

- Fraternity.
- I was given it by a French brother.

You have not
abandoned your ideas

of a rational society already.
I hope. Dĺĺdh?

I just don't think it can be achieved
through violence or open warfare.

I more believe in...

enlightenment,
teaching, education...

People with power will not
relinquish it through persuasion.

You are naive.

Freund.

Peas and bacon. By
orders of Dĺĺdh.

And where is the District
Commissioner himself?

On a job. Lieutenant sir.

We're not in the field. Freund.
You don't have to be quite so...

Call me if there's
anything else.

It wasn't the wallpaper
knife that killed Vinberg.

There was too little
blood around the wound.

He was probably already dead
when the knife went in.

The wallpaper painter
is not denying murder.

He's not admitting it, either.

What are you looking for?

Can you not smell it?

That smell...

What's this?

What does it look like?

It's a splinter of walnut wood.
So it probably...

comes from the butt of a pistol.

Vinberg had a skull injury.

So you mean Vinberg
died from a blow?

A blow hard enough to splinter
the butt of a pistol.

This is where he hid it.

It was musk that Vinberg
pinned his fortune on.

Not tea.

Where are you going?

To see Jean Christian Lund.

- You'll have to talk to me first.
- I have to ask him some questions.

It's hardly your job to
obstruct my work. Nordin.

I am chief jailer,
as you well know.

Which means?

That I wish to know the
purpose of your visit.

I'm not sure he was
the one who did it.

He's admitted it was his knife.

But not that it was
he who held it.

Again, you give weight to wrong things.
If you continue in this manner.

Our cooperation will be
everything but pleasant.

I just require a moment.

Do you know what leaf this is?

I'm a painter, not a botanist.

I'll be straight.

I don't think Vinberg died from a
stab wound from a wallpaper knife

but from a hard
blow to the skull.

Do you own a pistol?

No.

Did someone else strike him?

An accomplice?

You must know something.

Your wife told me you were in the
shop the previous evening...

Dĺĺdh.

- The Chief of Police wants a word.
- Tell him...

I shouldn't keep the Chief of
Police waiting if I were you.

Lund was found beside a clearly

murdered Vinberg.

He admits it was his knife that
was stuck in his chest, and...

he does not protest
his innocence.

- Why?
- I do not know.

Well then.

Drop the matter and
concentrate on those

for which we yet
have no answers.

Such as the shooting
against the Widows' Home.

- Have you investigated that?
- No.

Then do so.

Dĺĺdh!

My Lady.

I am not really in the mood.

I can see that.
What has happened?

Your husband...

- Come.
- My Lady...?

Tell me.

Your husband gives me
impossible orders.

That is why we need
people like you here.

My Lady?

The wallpaper painter
is probably innocent.

Yet he orders me to drop the case
in favour of the shooting...

We have ordinances and statutes
and they include chastisement.

So what?

Dear God, a little slap round
the ear is good for you...

But that is why you are here.
Dĺĺdh.

Do you not see that?

Do as ordered.

Investigate the shooting
against the Widows' Home.

But do not drop the
wallpaper paints-Vs case.

If you do the two things at once you
can achieve that which you wish for.

Justice.

For the ones who need it most.

Miss Raxelius!

Miss Raxelius!

No one is prepared to
give Erik shelter.

It's too dangerous.

What shall I do?

I shall look after him.

He can stay with me
until he has recovered.

Thank you.

Thank you. I knew I
could trust you.

Go to him. I shall
be along later.

I've checked the lists.

That Engström is not a major.

No, not any more.

He was dismissed from
the Kalmar regiment

for loose living and
general cowardice.

What is a fine Lady like Madam
Wide doing with a man like that?

Different things bind men
and women together. Freund.

Or rather, that bind
people together.

Have you bought some new brandy?

Thank you.

But that Madam Wide
never arrived?

No.

She doesn't come every night.
Apparently.

It's immoral, all of it.

For a woman, you mean?

No. Dĺĺdh.

Sitting there with
your spyglass.

What did you hope to see?
Dealings?

Dealings?

It's their business.

I didn't think earthly love was
something that interested you.

I still don't see why Wahlstedt

is so keen for me to look into the
shooting against the Widows' Home.

A shot that harmed no one.

It's apparently happened before.

Instead of finding out

the truth about a murder.

It makes no sense.

There's something
I'm not being told.

Jean Christian Lund risks
being wrongly hanged

at the same time as his
fourth child is born.

And Wahlstedt seems
not to care less.

I intend to defy
Wahlstedt's orders.

I know who fired the shot
at the Widows' Home.

What?

I happened to overhear a
conversation earlier.

Who fired the shot?

It was one of us.

That's all I can tell you.

Why fire at the Widows' Home?

Concentrate on freeing
that wallpaper painter.

Before the king's men make
even more children fatherless.

Come on, up you get! Out!

Talk to me. Lund.

If not for your sake. For that
of your wife and children.

Do you wish to die?

Is that what you wish?

Guard!

I just went there that evening

to collect some designs.

It was nothing. I shall stay.

Continue.

I'd realised that Vinberg was up
to something that he wanted to...

keep secret.

He'd sit at his desk

busying himself with
something I knew not what.

But every time. A scent
would spread in the room.

A scent I couldn't trace
to anything special.

That last evening.

I arrived to collect some designs
for the morning's work...

When I entered the
shop I saw someone...

squatting down

by a trapdoor removing some little
red boxes from under the floor.

Vinberg was lying
there beside him.

He threatened to kill me.

I told him I had a wife...

and three children. A
fourth on the way...

He said in that case I'd
need some extra money.

He kicked one of the
red boxes over to me.

He then said he
knew where I lived

and that he'd kill
my wife and children

if he ever found out that I'd
told the police what I'd seen.

He then ordered me away.

I was so shaken after the event
that I couldn't face going home.

A man asked me where
I'd got that box from.

I told him I couldn't say.

He said he was sure it was musk.

And that it was worth a fortune.

And when he told me

what those little
grains could be worth.

I thought he was joking.

So you sold the musk
that same night?

That's how you got the money.

I knew it was wrong.

I regretted the whole thing,
even by the next morning.

But you went back anyway.

Back to the shop.

Yes.

When I arrived at the shop

I saw my own wallpaper knife
sticking out of Vinberg's breast.

But instead of pulling it out I thought
I'd see if there were any boxes left.

And then when I pulled the knife out.
That's when they caught me.

The god of avarice
had possessed me.

I shall never forgive myself.

I can do no more than
people ask of me.

Can you be quiet?

I am here to ask if you
have been given a pistol

with a split butt recently. From
which this might have come.

Not that many. I'm afraid.
I can look.

It would be these two, then.

No...

Who handed this in to you?

I think it was a captain...

No. A major.

Anders Engström.

The report about the
accidental shots?

- I shall overlook it this time.
- Thank you.

For the present.

Open up!

Open up!

Anders Engström?

You are under arrest for the murder
of Sven Vinberg, the shopkeeper.

Engström... Engström!

Your vomit stinks of musk.

Take your men and see if
you can find anything

in the kitchen. The
privy or wardrobe.

Come on, then.

I understand that you have
been having an affair

with the Mrs Wide. The judge's
widow, for some time.

Yes.

A rewarding one?

Yes.

What were you hoping for?
Marriage?

Why not?

Because of inadequate
performance?

In the bed there.

Did you hope that the
musk would help you?

But you couldn't afford
it so you were compelled

to kill Vinberg?

For the sake of your honour?

I also know that your pistol
was the murder weapon.

What I don't understand is
why you left his petty cash.

You are not a rich man.

Nor a thief.

No? How did you know
that Vinberg sold musk?

- I'd heard rumours.
- About?

That Vinberg was buying tea.

Scent-contaminated tea...

that was shipped in the same hold
as a batch of musk by mistake.

Vinberg bought the musk as well.

But he refused to admit
that this was true.

He was also reluctant
to sell anything to me

as I was already in
debt to his business.

So he asked me to leave.

And then I started
to think of Eleonora

and all the humiliation I felt.

The musk was my only chance.

So I turned back.

I was in luck.

I saw where he was hiding it.

But I didn't dare shoot him.

I've never liked guns.

Continue...

Then the wallpaper
painter arrived.

- To fetch his designs?
- No idea.

You threatened him.

Then bought his silence with
one box of musk grains.

And by way of thanks you stuck
Lund's wallpaper knife in Vinberg.

To pin the blame on him.

I didn't mean Vinberg to die.

He just shouldn't have
denied me what I needed.

Engström...

I do not understand...

How in God's name did
you think that musk

would help you wed the widow?

By the power of the scent?

Musk is also an aphrodisiac.
Nordin.

I see, it's like that...

A means by which

one may enhance and guarantee
one's sexual drive.

How much musk did you take?

Well...

all of it, apparently.

My God. You have
swallowed a fortune.

And turned it all into shit!

Anna-Maria...

here's the new Commissioner
I told you about.

Miss Rudling...

Where is Major
Engström being taken?

It's a long story.

Here she comes...

What's happened?

Nordin! Get down!

Down!

Erik?

Listen to me. Erik.

Justice has caught
up with Engström.

He will be punished.

And so your fallen fellows-at-arms
will gain redress.

Go. Go now!

This is your pistol.

My Pistol?

Erik...

Onward, men!

The West Slope!

Over there, men!

Over there!

Aren't you listening to me?
It wasn't me who shot him.

The word around town
says otherwise.

Everyone's calling you a hero.

A dubious one if you ask me.

- Where's all this linen from?
- Freund...

Sheltering him is one thing.
Shooting him is quite another.

Now you listen to me!

I did not shoot him!

- He shot himself!
- Himself?

With your pistol?

He realised he was going to die.

He shot himself

and gave me the pistol.

He saved me. Freund.

You too.

Me?

How would you explain
to Wahlstedt

that Raxelius was caught
holding my pistol?

You, who's so bad at lying.

Do you remember you once said that
you must be able to trust me?

You have withheld the truth
from me once before.

Can I trust you this time?

Yes.

Did you pull the trigger?

No.

On your feet!

Your wife is due to give birth.

May I go?

Just make sure you're back
first thing tomorrow.

The theft charges remain.

Thank you. Nordin.

Don't mention it.

I thought I'd change
the bed linen.

Let me do it.

Good night.

Good night.

My congratulations. Dĺĺdh. For
finding the guilty party.

Thank you.

Anders Engström.

What can you tell me about him?

I think you know more
about him than I.

Is that so?

It was Anders Engström's
window Raxelius was aiming at

when he shot at
the Widows' Home.

He missed. Because
his arm was weak

and hit the widow Ekman's
window in the floor below.

And why should Raxelius have
wanted to harm Engström?

My conclusion is
that it was Engström

who gave you and the police
the vital information

that enabled you to subdue von
Graz and his conspirators.

And how had Raxelius known that
Engström was one of my informers?

I don't know.

I can tell you now that

Engström's expected death sentence
will be commuted to exile.

By order.

Of whom?

Let me present Judge Wide's widow.
Eleonora Wide.

One of the police authority's
most reliable informers.

And a personal friend
of the King himself.

The widow Wide's importance
to national security...

You saved my life the other evening.
Commissioner Dĺĺdh.

Without you, the rebel Raxelius's bullet
would no doubt have ended my life.

I wish to thank you. On
behalf of myself... and...

as I already have a dispatch on...
of the King.

Everyone is talking of
your resourcefulness.

My husband tells me that you personally
ended the conspirator's life.

It was my duty.

- It must have been hard for you.
- I had no choice.

How shall we know

what is right to do.
And what is not?

Dĺĺdh...

That man you were tending to.

The one bitten by the dog.

How is he?

Thank you...

He is suffering no more.