Tyskungen Page #2

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- Was it about my brother, Gran?

- No...

- You were about to tell me something.

- No... No!

- No, no, no...

- Britta!

- What's going on?

- I just asked her a few questions.

- Who are you?

- Erica Falck, I wanted to ask...

- My wife has Alzheimer's. Get out.

- I don't want to...

Hi, how's it going? Is the Berger

post mortem report ready?

- Aren't you off duty?

- Yes...

- Coffee?

- No, I'm good.

His system was laced with Warfarin,

that's rat poison.

We have no suspects.

We have nothing...

No hotel staff on duty after 9 pm,

so anyone could get in unnoticed.

- No one's seen a thing?

- Nope.

Shall I dedicate your copy?

Kenneth, with "th"?

Thank you.

- Would you like a dedication?

- To Erica.

I think you knew my mother...

- Your mother?

- Elsy Mostrm.

No...

Are you Elsy Mostrm's daughter?

Want to hear a secret?

You're just as pretty as your mother.

Thank you.

Your mother was a delightful young lady.

Everyone was crazy about her.

- Did you know that she had a baby?

- No...

Imagine that, Elsy had a little boy.

That was in 1946.

She never told me about him.

Things happened in Fjllbacka

that I know nothing about...

Was that 1946?

I spent two years

in a German camp, Sachsenhausen.

I was captured in Norway in 1943...

They sent me to Germany

soon thereafter.

It was my third trip to Norway.

Your mother was always so worried...

But we saw it as our duty

to side with the Norwegians.

I belonged to a Resistance group

and we were

planning to blow up an airbase.

I was smuggling intel...

Got a match?

Who are you working for?

Who are you working for?!

Move it!

Next. Name, age...

It was an encounter with death.

A journey to hell!

Turn around!

Move along...

Espen...

Espen...

Who were you in contact with?

The Brits. Force 136.

- What day is it?

- No talking to the prisoners.

"What day is this?"

It's Thursday.

You speak Norwegian...

How long have I been here?

Nearly two months now.

Hello?

Erik?

Hello?

Hello?

Erik?

Hello...

Excuse me, I'm looking for Erik.

Who are you?

What's wrong?

What have you done?

It wasn't me.

What have you done?! Don't leave!

It wasn't me, it was...

- Are you okay?

- Yeah. Mellberg's in the house.

Hi there, sweetie pie.

Patrik...

I need you back on duty.

It's the police.

Hello, Axel Frankel speaking.

Why did you kill him?

I didn't.

So you tripped over

the murder weapon and picked it up?

He was already dead when I got there.

Your grandfather, Frans Ringholm...

You see him in prison a lot.

He told you about

the Frankel brothers, didn't he?

We understand that you

support Friends of Sweden.

Along with your grandfather.

Right-wing extremists...

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