Anno 1790 (2011): Season 1, Episode 5 - Syndens lön är döden - full transcript
A bomb explodes in one of Stockholm's packed coffee houses. Daadh's investigation of the attack is interrupted by an order for him to put a stop to the illegal church services held by a pietistic congregation - of which Simon Freund is secretly a member. No sooner has Daadh taken care of this crisis - in his own manner - then suddenly another murder takes place that demands his attention. A respected priest in the state church is found burned to death. Daadh starts to sense that there is an unexpected link between the two murders, and that the perpetrator could be found in unsettlingly close proximity...
The Fifth Commandment?
"Thou shalt not kill.
"We shall fear and love God
"so that we neither harm
nor hurt our neighbour
"but help and befriend him
in every necessity of life."
Good boy.
Give me a kiss.
If you give me the Sixth.
"Thou shalt not commit adultery.
"We shall fear and love God so that we
live a chaste life in word and deed
"so that husband and wife will
each love and honour the other."
Johanna...
Not now. Jon. I must hurry.
The pastor will be pleased with you.
Of that I'm certain.
But are you pleased with me?
He is new to his
office, is he not?
Yes.
What do we think of him?
You ask what I think about a
man buying a pastoral office?
Is he one of them?
A false prophet.
A false prophet.
I've been invited to
dine at the Wahlstedts'.
I can ask the kitchen if they can
fit you in with the children...
I'm afraid I cannot.
- Why not?
- I have a meeting.
A holy meeting.
I'm worried for you.
Don't be. But thanks
for the concern.
Hi there!
Look under the table
in the middle...
A bomb! Everyone out!
A bomb! Get out!
Sahlberg, no!
What do you think?
Was there anything you
saw or heard beforehand?
Anyone you'd had a quarrel with?
Arranged a meeting with?
Do you interrogate me.
District Commissioner?
Of course not, sir.
But you were there.
Exactly.
I am assuming that the
attack was aimed at me.
On what grounds?
It must have been one of the
King's most implacable opponents.
Someone who wants to harm
the police authority!
Did anyone know what plans
you had this morning?
Plans? I was thirsty, man!
It was an extremely
unplanned visit.
Then that bomb could equally
have been intended for me.
- Someone might have followed me.
- Or me.
Pastor Verelius was sitting at your table.
Do you know him?
Know him? Barely.
Of course we know him.
Very well indeed.
He is coming here for a
household examination.
Do you know your
catechism, Lady Wahlstedt?
- Of the staff.
- Do you know yours. Dĺĺdh?
This now takes the
utmost priority.
Of course.
Shoo! Away with you!
You little...
District Commissioner!
You should know that I saw several
suspect figures near the inn.
Gypsies. Or were they Finns?
Vagrants they were, anyway.
Might it have been
me they wanted?
- You?
- Yes.
Perhaps out of jealousy. Given
how well my business is doing.
Noted.
I assure you. Lady Wahlstedt. That
under the circumstances I feel fine.
Naturally it was a shock, but...
- God was with me.
- For which we are eternally grateful.
I believe I have
my own suspicions.
Is that so?
The bomb may have been planted by the
blackest sheep in my congregation.
Those who feel that the King's
church is not good enough for them.
If you would be so kind.
Johanna...
"and defends me from all evil.
"All this He does only out of
fatherly divine goodness and mercy
"without any merit
or worthiness in me.
"For all this it is my duty to thank.
Praise, serve and obey.
"This is most certainly true."
Excellent. Johanna.
Excellent. An exemplar
for you others.
You have passed the examination.
Of course. With distinction!
Next time is Jon's turn.
I believe.
That is correct.
I am honoured that such an obedient girl
as yourself wishes to wed my dear menial.
Thank you. Pastor.
Thank you very much.
Let someone else clean that up.
They're clues. Freund.
We must attend to them.
Verelius always sat
at the same table.
But not Wahlstedt.
- So the bomb was meant for Verelius?
- It's possible.
But why?
Pastor...
Karbin?
I have been expecting you.
So. Karbin, let me see...
how much you owe in total
with today's interest.
I beg you for a
little more time...
You can read, can you not.
Karbin?
Your debt shall
be settled today.
- My wife is ill and my businesses...
- Your wife?
The parish register
lists you as a widower.
Was ill. She was ill.
I can see through all lies.
I snare every untruth. Karbin.
And I crush it under my heel!
And besides:
Pacta sunt servanda.
- For the love of God. Dĺĺdh...
- it's harmless now.
All the same, it's no toy.
No... it's a black
gunpowder bomb.
To think that a little rascal like
this can be so confoundedly lethal.
Gunpowder, shot,
horseshoe nails...
The person who made this is clearly
familiar with the art of war.
It's nothing less than a miniature
version of the artillery's own petards.
"Dear brother.
"In peace let our drinks flow.
"In this world of evil and woe."
Enter.
A visitor for you. Pastor.
Thank you. Frida, let him in.
Well, well.
Jon.
Upright and ready.
"Thou shalt not kill.
"We shall fear and love
God so that we..."
He seems to be doing fine.
To think he had such
trouble reading.
Johanna has been
practising with him.
"shall love and fear God
so that we neither harm...
"shall love and fear God
"so that we neither harm
our neighbour in every..."
"nor hurt him..."
I knew it yesterday.
But yesterday is not today.
"nor hurt our neighbour but
help and befriend him..."
- It has escaped me.
- Caged birds escape.
Not God's words.
"We shall fear and love God
"so that we neither harm our neighbour.
Nor hurt him
"but help and befriend him
"in every necessity of life."
I am sorry. But I cannot
issue a testimonial.
But I have made a promise!
Then you must wait until you
have learnt it by heart.
I beg you. Pastor...
Come, come. Away with you.
- I beg you on my knees...
- Get out. I said!
- Let me go!
- What the hell...
You are an evil man.
Well?
You are too hard on the boy.
He did not know his Catechism.
Besides, he was insolent.
He wishes to be wed.
Can you not show an ounce
of Christian charity?
Charity is for those
who deserve it.
My faith is as good as yours.
My dear mother...
albeit of a slightly
different nature.
How is it going?
I have questioned the witnesses.
But it has given nothing.
- But I know more about the bomb.
- Let me hear.
It was charged with a gunpowder
called "salute gunpowder"
in which the amount of sulphur
is characteristically...
Johanna?
The Pastor refuses to
give Jon his testimonial.
What are you saying?
- He forgot some lines...
- Then he must repeat his test. Continue.
They quarreled and now he's fallen
into disgrace with the Pastor.
Can't you have a
word with Verelius?
Me? I do not interfere
in his affairs.
Just as I hope he will
not interfere in mine.
- Then I shall speak with him.
- Leave it be.
They want to be wed.
Why should someone prevent
them if they love each other?
Come, come. Johanna.
Dry your tears and
serve the next course.
Madam - miss - I bid you an
exceptionally good night.
I thank you for the escort.
Corporal.
I do not think women should
walk alone at night.
The city teems with all
kinds of riffraff.
I most certainly agree.
When darkness falls. The
dregs float to the surface.
Is that not so. Corporal Bang?
And where have you been. Mother?
At this late hour?
- Attending service.
- Is that so?
A service at which God's words were
spoken by people whose spirit burns.
Despite not holding an office
in the Church of Sweden!
I will not allow my own mother
to compromise my position
by attending clearly
illicit gatherings.
I am free to attend whatever
gathering I please.
Not as long as you live under my
roof and under my providence.
The only providence I
live under is the Lord's.
I shall have to ensure that you
remain at home in the evenings.
Even if it means locking you in.
What are you implying?
House arrest?
Until I have purged this religious
fanaticism in my parish, yes.
And Frida...
Frida must take great care.
Frida didn't want to go.
I made her.
- You're lying, like a common slut!
- That's enough!
You behave badly, sir.
Using coarse language
to your own mother!
And you...
will keep your mouth shut!
We keep a small amount of salute
gunpowder here in the store room.
And as far as I'm aware.
Our regiment is the only one around
Stockholm that uses such material.
And rarely at that.
- Who has access here?
- Not many people.
We've had a visitor.
I am a man of few demands.
As you surely know by now.
My good sir.
Nevertheless...
I demand that the police intervene
against these Pietist scum.
We have not hunted
Pietists for years.
In which case it is certainly
high time you did so again!
They breed like blind rats.
You understand.
And like rats, they contaminate
pious minds with their heresies.
They hold covert services
at 27 Östra Lĺnggatan
under the ministry of
one Corporal Bang.
An odious little agitator.
Corporal Bang?
It would not surprise me if the Pietists
were behind that terrible bomb attack.
Is that so?
I suspect the bomb
was meant for me.
I think you are mistaken.
The target was more
likely to have been me.
You, sir?
A man in my position has many...
enemies.
But that is the price one pays for
being one of the King's closest men.
I am also the King's man.
But more so God's, are you not?
Now you will have to excuse me.
Pastor. I have much to do.
I maintain that the police
must do their duty...
whatever the circumstances.
Private services are
against the law.
And it is the police authority's duty
to ensure that the law is obeyed.
Of course.
My dear Chief of Police. We
are both the King's men...
and it is imperative that
we assist one another...
when necessity demands.
Is that not so?
I shall see what I can do.
Come, come, my girl.
Chin up.
Everything will be all right.
The bomb was probably manufactured by
a person with military experience.
I see.
Salute gunpowder is distributed
only to certain regiments.
And as it transpired.
Someone broke...
Yes, yes. Just be quick
to make an arrest.
Tonight you are to raid
a service of Pietists.
Tonight?
I have been informed of
both time and place.
- With all respect, should we not...
- Verelius believes they are after him.
I myself believe services to be
peaceful affairs, but what do I know?
Arrests will not
stop the Pietists.
Do your duty. Dĺĺdh.
What's happened?
Wahlstedt has ordered me to conduct
a raid on your service tonight.
At Verelius's insistence.
Can you hold it elsewhere?
We shall not be cowed.
I forbid you to go. You
are still in my service.
With all due respect. Dĺĺdh.
I am no serf.
You will stay here.
See to your chores.
I must work.
Johanna?
Forgive me if I am disturbing you.
Pastor.
No, no, by no means. Come in.
Come, come. Close the
door behind you.
So...
what is on your mind.
My dear Johanna?
You said today at the
chief of police's home
that everything would be all right.
Pastor.
And I am wondering, how?
How?
Yes. How will everything
be all right?
Every what thing?
Is there anything I can do for
Jon to obtain his testimonial?
Why, yes.
There is indeed.
Come here.
Come here, my dear child.
My brothers and
sisters in faith.
If the Church is to
preach true piety
she must cease her
dogmatic persecution...
- Frid, I want it peaceful this time.
- Understood.
Nordin. I shall go in and
check all the escape routes.
My friends, the Church that
claims to be the one true church
is no church. No
House of the Lord.
But a House of Lies!
A House of Snakes!
Brothers and sisters. If the
Church is to preach true piety
she must, like the snake.
Shed her skin.
She is not the House of God!
She is the House of
Lies and Snakes!
Do not fear! Do not fear!
God is with us!
Up!
Go up!
- I suffer from severe vertigo!
- You deserve to suffer.
Stay here until I
come and fetch you.
And this time. Obey my orders!
When are you coming back?
Dĺĺdh!
Fall in! Stand still!
"Quake ye not, ye little flock."
Let's see how that works
in the penitentiary!
Out of the way!
After him!
Damn! Damn!
I'll kill that damned priest!
My conscience torments me.
You must understand. Some...
Some preachers conduct
themselves...
as if they were
priests and preachers
merely in order to enjoy
earthly pleasures.
I refuse to be one of them.
I cannot, after all.
Disobey God's commandment.
There, now.
Off with you.
Oh. Heavenly Mother...
Was that the last?
Freund?
Drunk in the gutter again?
You're late.
There's no one up there.
We're finished here.
Nordin.
You called for me?
Step inside.
You displease God the Father.
What do you mean?
People are talking.
I do not understand...
I know very well what takes place in
the salons when I am not at home.
At your age.
Surely you do not
deem it appropriate?
What did he tell you to do?
Bless it by...
somehow... suckling it.
Suckle?
Oh, my poor child.
I have sinned.
I did it for us, for Jon and me.
And yet we still cannot be wed.
Will I go to Hell now?
I beg to speak to the pastor.
He's not here today.
Nobody's seen him.
Burnt by fire.
What the hell does this mean?
That the bomber succeeded
at his second attempt?
May I take a seat?
I wished him dead.
Can one wish another
person to death?
Who?
The pastor?
Why did you wish
the pastor dead?
What if it was Jon taking
his revenge on the pastor?
I shall look into it.
It was not you who took the man's life.
You know that.
My poor wife.
Such a ghastly affair, this.
Not even a man of
the cloth is safe.
My theory is as follows.
With the ecclesiastical war now raging.
Corporal Bang must be our chief suspect.
Corporal Bang?
Issue the order.
It seems the pastor was earning a
considerable income as a usurer.
What if he was punished
by our Heavenly Father?
He vaunted himself.
I can promise you that the one who
did this was of flesh and blood.
And what": more...
the case has suddenly taken an
unexpected and unpleasant turn.
"Wahlstedt"?
Ergo. Wahlstedt
also had a motive.
A debt of several
hundred riksdaler.
Was he not in rather a
hurry to leave the inn...
Hold your tongue.
We're talking about a man who's
devoted his life to justice.
You know what desperation
can do to a man...
- So desperate...
- he might well have been.
The shame of being
unable to repay a debt.
Maybe the pastor
threatened reprisals.
Wahlstedt's office, reputation, family.
Everything was at stake.
It wouldn't be so bad, for you. If
the Chief of Police was put in jail.
Do you remember what King David did to
Uriah to obtain his wife. Bathsheba?
No bloody idea.
Let us concentrate on this.
Mats Karbin.
And?
It could be a military name.
Our condolences.
I am sorry to have to
trouble you in your grief
but I should like to ask
you some questions.
Does it not smell
of fish in here?
I suppose it is cook, who...
It is time for
dinner, after all.
- Fish.
- Fish.
Do you know of a Mats Karbin?
No.
The name is unknown to me.
When did you last see your son?
Last night.
- Just before bed-time.
- And where was he?
In his study.
As usual.
Did he have any enemies
that you know of?
Not as far as I know.
Someone who might have
wanted to harm him...
It is his punishment. I suppose.
He had angered God.
If we assume that the bomb
was made by a soldier...
Karbin is a military name...
As is Bang.
And he was at the Jolly Arabia
when the bomb exploded.
Wasn't Bang sitting
with someone...
Freund?
You stink.
Unfortunately that damned windbag can
prove that he was home all night.
Let me speak to him.
Leave it open.
I am no killer.
District Commissioner.
As your batman will testify.
But you were at the Jolly
Arabia when the bomb exploded.
With whom were you sitting?
Was he... one of us?
- No.
- So who was it?
- No one special.
- No one special?
And yet you sat
drinking together.
An old acquaintance
from the army.
Name?
Bang...
Mats Karbin.
Karbin?
Where can we find him?
He's a farrier these days.
Has a workshop somewhere
on the south island.
Thanks. Bang.
Dĺĺdh. Dĺĺdh.
I shall have a word with Nordin.
See what I can do.
I served with the artillery. But
so did a few hundred other men.
But they're a few hundred men who didn't
borrow money off Pastor Verelius.
I owed him money.
But the kind gentleman
gave me some respite.
What did you do last night?
I slept.
- Alone?
- No, with my wife.
She can confirm it.
Lisa.
Lisa!
Karbin!
- He's locked the door.
- Damn him!
Nordin has arrested Jon.
He says he's going to tear
the truth out of him!
Lady Wahlstedt.
Let my maid talk to the boy.
Or shall I return
with my husband?
You're bloody ugly
when you smile.
He was not an honourable man,
but I would never have...
Do you believe me. Johanna?
I thought maybe you'd
done it for my sake.
For what he made me do.
What did he make you do?
Johanna, what did
he make you do?
Nothing.
Freund...
Yes?
Gunpowder, fuses, shot.
Horseshoe nails...
He has a small
bomb factory here.
He kills to free
himself from debt.
His debts will be inherited, no?
By his mother. I mean.
She still has the promissory notes.
I suppose.
Until Karbin gets there...
- We're looking for Lady Verelius.
- Madam is not at home.
It still smells of fish in here.
Frida, was it?
We need access to
the pastor's room.
Not there, it's his room.
The pastor is dead.
Fish glue.
Where is Lady Verelius?
In church.
Oh. Mats!
It's all over at last.
- Nothing is over.
- What?
What do you mean?
God will forbid it.
Forbid what. Lady Verelius?
Mats Karbin, you are under arrest
for the murder of Pastor Verelius.
You're wrong. Mr Dĺĺdh.
I'm the guilty one.
I realised...
I could no longer let him continue
tormenting the defenseless...
and sin against the Most High.
A facade of piety
that concealed an
impenitent soul.
Step inside.
You displease God the Father.
What do you mean?
People are talking.
I do not understand...
I know very well what takes place in
the salons when I am not at home.
At your age.
Surely you do not
deem it appropriate?
Whore.
There's no other word for you.
And you?
How do you live?
Are you being insubordinate?
Now that surprises me.
I thought you knew me. Mother.
I thought you knew
my holy wrath.
Help!
Help me!
Help me, woman!
Help!
Help me!
Mother!
I still wanted my son to be
buried in consecrated ground.
Mother...
But the ground was frozen
and that's when I
thought of the ossuary.
No love is worth
a price so high
as taking the life
of one's own son.
But the bomb at the inn was your work.
Karbin?
I am afraid that you both
will have to follow me.
No one has died
except the pastor!
He deserved it.
You forget the innkeeper.
I don't want to die!
I did not come into this
mortal life to be hanged!
Move another inch. And
I'll set this off!
- Control yourself. Karbin.
- I'm not going to be hanged!
In here!
- You solved not one case, but two.
- No, thank you.
Highly satisfactorily.
Thank you.
I'm wondering...
You didn't happen to find a
black notebook on the pastor?
Do you mean this?
I'm afraid the flames reached it before
I could ascertain its value as proof.
I don't deserve it.
I will hear no more
of that nonsense.
Jon would never wed
me if he knew...
My dear child.
How befouled I am.
I now ask you. Jon Eriksson.
In the name of the Holy Trinity
and in the presence of
God's congregation:
Will you take this person,
Johanna Westling,
as your lawfully wedded wife
and love her in
sickness and in health?
Yes.
I now ask you, Johanna Westling,
in the name of the Holy Trinity
and in the presence of
God's congregation:
Will you take this person.
Jon Eriksson.
As your lawfully wedded husband
and love him in
sickness and in health?
Yes.
"Thou shalt not kill.
"We shall fear and love God
"so that we neither harm
nor hurt our neighbour
"but help and befriend him
in every necessity of life."
Good boy.
Give me a kiss.
If you give me the Sixth.
"Thou shalt not commit adultery.
"We shall fear and love God so that we
live a chaste life in word and deed
"so that husband and wife will
each love and honour the other."
Johanna...
Not now. Jon. I must hurry.
The pastor will be pleased with you.
Of that I'm certain.
But are you pleased with me?
He is new to his
office, is he not?
Yes.
What do we think of him?
You ask what I think about a
man buying a pastoral office?
Is he one of them?
A false prophet.
A false prophet.
I've been invited to
dine at the Wahlstedts'.
I can ask the kitchen if they can
fit you in with the children...
I'm afraid I cannot.
- Why not?
- I have a meeting.
A holy meeting.
I'm worried for you.
Don't be. But thanks
for the concern.
Hi there!
Look under the table
in the middle...
A bomb! Everyone out!
A bomb! Get out!
Sahlberg, no!
What do you think?
Was there anything you
saw or heard beforehand?
Anyone you'd had a quarrel with?
Arranged a meeting with?
Do you interrogate me.
District Commissioner?
Of course not, sir.
But you were there.
Exactly.
I am assuming that the
attack was aimed at me.
On what grounds?
It must have been one of the
King's most implacable opponents.
Someone who wants to harm
the police authority!
Did anyone know what plans
you had this morning?
Plans? I was thirsty, man!
It was an extremely
unplanned visit.
Then that bomb could equally
have been intended for me.
- Someone might have followed me.
- Or me.
Pastor Verelius was sitting at your table.
Do you know him?
Know him? Barely.
Of course we know him.
Very well indeed.
He is coming here for a
household examination.
Do you know your
catechism, Lady Wahlstedt?
- Of the staff.
- Do you know yours. Dĺĺdh?
This now takes the
utmost priority.
Of course.
Shoo! Away with you!
You little...
District Commissioner!
You should know that I saw several
suspect figures near the inn.
Gypsies. Or were they Finns?
Vagrants they were, anyway.
Might it have been
me they wanted?
- You?
- Yes.
Perhaps out of jealousy. Given
how well my business is doing.
Noted.
I assure you. Lady Wahlstedt. That
under the circumstances I feel fine.
Naturally it was a shock, but...
- God was with me.
- For which we are eternally grateful.
I believe I have
my own suspicions.
Is that so?
The bomb may have been planted by the
blackest sheep in my congregation.
Those who feel that the King's
church is not good enough for them.
If you would be so kind.
Johanna...
"and defends me from all evil.
"All this He does only out of
fatherly divine goodness and mercy
"without any merit
or worthiness in me.
"For all this it is my duty to thank.
Praise, serve and obey.
"This is most certainly true."
Excellent. Johanna.
Excellent. An exemplar
for you others.
You have passed the examination.
Of course. With distinction!
Next time is Jon's turn.
I believe.
That is correct.
I am honoured that such an obedient girl
as yourself wishes to wed my dear menial.
Thank you. Pastor.
Thank you very much.
Let someone else clean that up.
They're clues. Freund.
We must attend to them.
Verelius always sat
at the same table.
But not Wahlstedt.
- So the bomb was meant for Verelius?
- It's possible.
But why?
Pastor...
Karbin?
I have been expecting you.
So. Karbin, let me see...
how much you owe in total
with today's interest.
I beg you for a
little more time...
You can read, can you not.
Karbin?
Your debt shall
be settled today.
- My wife is ill and my businesses...
- Your wife?
The parish register
lists you as a widower.
Was ill. She was ill.
I can see through all lies.
I snare every untruth. Karbin.
And I crush it under my heel!
And besides:
Pacta sunt servanda.
- For the love of God. Dĺĺdh...
- it's harmless now.
All the same, it's no toy.
No... it's a black
gunpowder bomb.
To think that a little rascal like
this can be so confoundedly lethal.
Gunpowder, shot,
horseshoe nails...
The person who made this is clearly
familiar with the art of war.
It's nothing less than a miniature
version of the artillery's own petards.
"Dear brother.
"In peace let our drinks flow.
"In this world of evil and woe."
Enter.
A visitor for you. Pastor.
Thank you. Frida, let him in.
Well, well.
Jon.
Upright and ready.
"Thou shalt not kill.
"We shall fear and love
God so that we..."
He seems to be doing fine.
To think he had such
trouble reading.
Johanna has been
practising with him.
"shall love and fear God
so that we neither harm...
"shall love and fear God
"so that we neither harm
our neighbour in every..."
"nor hurt him..."
I knew it yesterday.
But yesterday is not today.
"nor hurt our neighbour but
help and befriend him..."
- It has escaped me.
- Caged birds escape.
Not God's words.
"We shall fear and love God
"so that we neither harm our neighbour.
Nor hurt him
"but help and befriend him
"in every necessity of life."
I am sorry. But I cannot
issue a testimonial.
But I have made a promise!
Then you must wait until you
have learnt it by heart.
I beg you. Pastor...
Come, come. Away with you.
- I beg you on my knees...
- Get out. I said!
- Let me go!
- What the hell...
You are an evil man.
Well?
You are too hard on the boy.
He did not know his Catechism.
Besides, he was insolent.
He wishes to be wed.
Can you not show an ounce
of Christian charity?
Charity is for those
who deserve it.
My faith is as good as yours.
My dear mother...
albeit of a slightly
different nature.
How is it going?
I have questioned the witnesses.
But it has given nothing.
- But I know more about the bomb.
- Let me hear.
It was charged with a gunpowder
called "salute gunpowder"
in which the amount of sulphur
is characteristically...
Johanna?
The Pastor refuses to
give Jon his testimonial.
What are you saying?
- He forgot some lines...
- Then he must repeat his test. Continue.
They quarreled and now he's fallen
into disgrace with the Pastor.
Can't you have a
word with Verelius?
Me? I do not interfere
in his affairs.
Just as I hope he will
not interfere in mine.
- Then I shall speak with him.
- Leave it be.
They want to be wed.
Why should someone prevent
them if they love each other?
Come, come. Johanna.
Dry your tears and
serve the next course.
Madam - miss - I bid you an
exceptionally good night.
I thank you for the escort.
Corporal.
I do not think women should
walk alone at night.
The city teems with all
kinds of riffraff.
I most certainly agree.
When darkness falls. The
dregs float to the surface.
Is that not so. Corporal Bang?
And where have you been. Mother?
At this late hour?
- Attending service.
- Is that so?
A service at which God's words were
spoken by people whose spirit burns.
Despite not holding an office
in the Church of Sweden!
I will not allow my own mother
to compromise my position
by attending clearly
illicit gatherings.
I am free to attend whatever
gathering I please.
Not as long as you live under my
roof and under my providence.
The only providence I
live under is the Lord's.
I shall have to ensure that you
remain at home in the evenings.
Even if it means locking you in.
What are you implying?
House arrest?
Until I have purged this religious
fanaticism in my parish, yes.
And Frida...
Frida must take great care.
Frida didn't want to go.
I made her.
- You're lying, like a common slut!
- That's enough!
You behave badly, sir.
Using coarse language
to your own mother!
And you...
will keep your mouth shut!
We keep a small amount of salute
gunpowder here in the store room.
And as far as I'm aware.
Our regiment is the only one around
Stockholm that uses such material.
And rarely at that.
- Who has access here?
- Not many people.
We've had a visitor.
I am a man of few demands.
As you surely know by now.
My good sir.
Nevertheless...
I demand that the police intervene
against these Pietist scum.
We have not hunted
Pietists for years.
In which case it is certainly
high time you did so again!
They breed like blind rats.
You understand.
And like rats, they contaminate
pious minds with their heresies.
They hold covert services
at 27 Östra Lĺnggatan
under the ministry of
one Corporal Bang.
An odious little agitator.
Corporal Bang?
It would not surprise me if the Pietists
were behind that terrible bomb attack.
Is that so?
I suspect the bomb
was meant for me.
I think you are mistaken.
The target was more
likely to have been me.
You, sir?
A man in my position has many...
enemies.
But that is the price one pays for
being one of the King's closest men.
I am also the King's man.
But more so God's, are you not?
Now you will have to excuse me.
Pastor. I have much to do.
I maintain that the police
must do their duty...
whatever the circumstances.
Private services are
against the law.
And it is the police authority's duty
to ensure that the law is obeyed.
Of course.
My dear Chief of Police. We
are both the King's men...
and it is imperative that
we assist one another...
when necessity demands.
Is that not so?
I shall see what I can do.
Come, come, my girl.
Chin up.
Everything will be all right.
The bomb was probably manufactured by
a person with military experience.
I see.
Salute gunpowder is distributed
only to certain regiments.
And as it transpired.
Someone broke...
Yes, yes. Just be quick
to make an arrest.
Tonight you are to raid
a service of Pietists.
Tonight?
I have been informed of
both time and place.
- With all respect, should we not...
- Verelius believes they are after him.
I myself believe services to be
peaceful affairs, but what do I know?
Arrests will not
stop the Pietists.
Do your duty. Dĺĺdh.
What's happened?
Wahlstedt has ordered me to conduct
a raid on your service tonight.
At Verelius's insistence.
Can you hold it elsewhere?
We shall not be cowed.
I forbid you to go. You
are still in my service.
With all due respect. Dĺĺdh.
I am no serf.
You will stay here.
See to your chores.
I must work.
Johanna?
Forgive me if I am disturbing you.
Pastor.
No, no, by no means. Come in.
Come, come. Close the
door behind you.
So...
what is on your mind.
My dear Johanna?
You said today at the
chief of police's home
that everything would be all right.
Pastor.
And I am wondering, how?
How?
Yes. How will everything
be all right?
Every what thing?
Is there anything I can do for
Jon to obtain his testimonial?
Why, yes.
There is indeed.
Come here.
Come here, my dear child.
My brothers and
sisters in faith.
If the Church is to
preach true piety
she must cease her
dogmatic persecution...
- Frid, I want it peaceful this time.
- Understood.
Nordin. I shall go in and
check all the escape routes.
My friends, the Church that
claims to be the one true church
is no church. No
House of the Lord.
But a House of Lies!
A House of Snakes!
Brothers and sisters. If the
Church is to preach true piety
she must, like the snake.
Shed her skin.
She is not the House of God!
She is the House of
Lies and Snakes!
Do not fear! Do not fear!
God is with us!
Up!
Go up!
- I suffer from severe vertigo!
- You deserve to suffer.
Stay here until I
come and fetch you.
And this time. Obey my orders!
When are you coming back?
Dĺĺdh!
Fall in! Stand still!
"Quake ye not, ye little flock."
Let's see how that works
in the penitentiary!
Out of the way!
After him!
Damn! Damn!
I'll kill that damned priest!
My conscience torments me.
You must understand. Some...
Some preachers conduct
themselves...
as if they were
priests and preachers
merely in order to enjoy
earthly pleasures.
I refuse to be one of them.
I cannot, after all.
Disobey God's commandment.
There, now.
Off with you.
Oh. Heavenly Mother...
Was that the last?
Freund?
Drunk in the gutter again?
You're late.
There's no one up there.
We're finished here.
Nordin.
You called for me?
Step inside.
You displease God the Father.
What do you mean?
People are talking.
I do not understand...
I know very well what takes place in
the salons when I am not at home.
At your age.
Surely you do not
deem it appropriate?
What did he tell you to do?
Bless it by...
somehow... suckling it.
Suckle?
Oh, my poor child.
I have sinned.
I did it for us, for Jon and me.
And yet we still cannot be wed.
Will I go to Hell now?
I beg to speak to the pastor.
He's not here today.
Nobody's seen him.
Burnt by fire.
What the hell does this mean?
That the bomber succeeded
at his second attempt?
May I take a seat?
I wished him dead.
Can one wish another
person to death?
Who?
The pastor?
Why did you wish
the pastor dead?
What if it was Jon taking
his revenge on the pastor?
I shall look into it.
It was not you who took the man's life.
You know that.
My poor wife.
Such a ghastly affair, this.
Not even a man of
the cloth is safe.
My theory is as follows.
With the ecclesiastical war now raging.
Corporal Bang must be our chief suspect.
Corporal Bang?
Issue the order.
It seems the pastor was earning a
considerable income as a usurer.
What if he was punished
by our Heavenly Father?
He vaunted himself.
I can promise you that the one who
did this was of flesh and blood.
And what": more...
the case has suddenly taken an
unexpected and unpleasant turn.
"Wahlstedt"?
Ergo. Wahlstedt
also had a motive.
A debt of several
hundred riksdaler.
Was he not in rather a
hurry to leave the inn...
Hold your tongue.
We're talking about a man who's
devoted his life to justice.
You know what desperation
can do to a man...
- So desperate...
- he might well have been.
The shame of being
unable to repay a debt.
Maybe the pastor
threatened reprisals.
Wahlstedt's office, reputation, family.
Everything was at stake.
It wouldn't be so bad, for you. If
the Chief of Police was put in jail.
Do you remember what King David did to
Uriah to obtain his wife. Bathsheba?
No bloody idea.
Let us concentrate on this.
Mats Karbin.
And?
It could be a military name.
Our condolences.
I am sorry to have to
trouble you in your grief
but I should like to ask
you some questions.
Does it not smell
of fish in here?
I suppose it is cook, who...
It is time for
dinner, after all.
- Fish.
- Fish.
Do you know of a Mats Karbin?
No.
The name is unknown to me.
When did you last see your son?
Last night.
- Just before bed-time.
- And where was he?
In his study.
As usual.
Did he have any enemies
that you know of?
Not as far as I know.
Someone who might have
wanted to harm him...
It is his punishment. I suppose.
He had angered God.
If we assume that the bomb
was made by a soldier...
Karbin is a military name...
As is Bang.
And he was at the Jolly Arabia
when the bomb exploded.
Wasn't Bang sitting
with someone...
Freund?
You stink.
Unfortunately that damned windbag can
prove that he was home all night.
Let me speak to him.
Leave it open.
I am no killer.
District Commissioner.
As your batman will testify.
But you were at the Jolly
Arabia when the bomb exploded.
With whom were you sitting?
Was he... one of us?
- No.
- So who was it?
- No one special.
- No one special?
And yet you sat
drinking together.
An old acquaintance
from the army.
Name?
Bang...
Mats Karbin.
Karbin?
Where can we find him?
He's a farrier these days.
Has a workshop somewhere
on the south island.
Thanks. Bang.
Dĺĺdh. Dĺĺdh.
I shall have a word with Nordin.
See what I can do.
I served with the artillery. But
so did a few hundred other men.
But they're a few hundred men who didn't
borrow money off Pastor Verelius.
I owed him money.
But the kind gentleman
gave me some respite.
What did you do last night?
I slept.
- Alone?
- No, with my wife.
She can confirm it.
Lisa.
Lisa!
Karbin!
- He's locked the door.
- Damn him!
Nordin has arrested Jon.
He says he's going to tear
the truth out of him!
Lady Wahlstedt.
Let my maid talk to the boy.
Or shall I return
with my husband?
You're bloody ugly
when you smile.
He was not an honourable man,
but I would never have...
Do you believe me. Johanna?
I thought maybe you'd
done it for my sake.
For what he made me do.
What did he make you do?
Johanna, what did
he make you do?
Nothing.
Freund...
Yes?
Gunpowder, fuses, shot.
Horseshoe nails...
He has a small
bomb factory here.
He kills to free
himself from debt.
His debts will be inherited, no?
By his mother. I mean.
She still has the promissory notes.
I suppose.
Until Karbin gets there...
- We're looking for Lady Verelius.
- Madam is not at home.
It still smells of fish in here.
Frida, was it?
We need access to
the pastor's room.
Not there, it's his room.
The pastor is dead.
Fish glue.
Where is Lady Verelius?
In church.
Oh. Mats!
It's all over at last.
- Nothing is over.
- What?
What do you mean?
God will forbid it.
Forbid what. Lady Verelius?
Mats Karbin, you are under arrest
for the murder of Pastor Verelius.
You're wrong. Mr Dĺĺdh.
I'm the guilty one.
I realised...
I could no longer let him continue
tormenting the defenseless...
and sin against the Most High.
A facade of piety
that concealed an
impenitent soul.
Step inside.
You displease God the Father.
What do you mean?
People are talking.
I do not understand...
I know very well what takes place in
the salons when I am not at home.
At your age.
Surely you do not
deem it appropriate?
Whore.
There's no other word for you.
And you?
How do you live?
Are you being insubordinate?
Now that surprises me.
I thought you knew me. Mother.
I thought you knew
my holy wrath.
Help!
Help me!
Help me, woman!
Help!
Help me!
Mother!
I still wanted my son to be
buried in consecrated ground.
Mother...
But the ground was frozen
and that's when I
thought of the ossuary.
No love is worth
a price so high
as taking the life
of one's own son.
But the bomb at the inn was your work.
Karbin?
I am afraid that you both
will have to follow me.
No one has died
except the pastor!
He deserved it.
You forget the innkeeper.
I don't want to die!
I did not come into this
mortal life to be hanged!
Move another inch. And
I'll set this off!
- Control yourself. Karbin.
- I'm not going to be hanged!
In here!
- You solved not one case, but two.
- No, thank you.
Highly satisfactorily.
Thank you.
I'm wondering...
You didn't happen to find a
black notebook on the pastor?
Do you mean this?
I'm afraid the flames reached it before
I could ascertain its value as proof.
I don't deserve it.
I will hear no more
of that nonsense.
Jon would never wed
me if he knew...
My dear child.
How befouled I am.
I now ask you. Jon Eriksson.
In the name of the Holy Trinity
and in the presence of
God's congregation:
Will you take this person,
Johanna Westling,
as your lawfully wedded wife
and love her in
sickness and in health?
Yes.
I now ask you, Johanna Westling,
in the name of the Holy Trinity
and in the presence of
God's congregation:
Will you take this person.
Jon Eriksson.
As your lawfully wedded husband
and love him in
sickness and in health?
Yes.