The war is over.
And we've avoided defeat against the Russian. Nothing more.
Once I've left this place I shall live.
I try to alleviate the pain and suffering but my task feels superior to me.
I don't want...
There, there...
You there!
Can you come here? What's your name?
Freund. Of course, doctor, Sir.
Freund? Have you anything left in that?
- A little. - Give it to me.
Here... Drink this...
There is great discontent amongst our officer nobility.
Discontent against our king. who dragged us into this pointless war.
"...l shall not want..."
Freund?
Take my body to Stockholm.
And the home of police chief Wahlstedt.
Swear. Swear on the Holy Scriptures that you will do this.
Swear.
It is thanks to you that we have our tutor Freund back. I understand.
The credit is not only mine, Sir.
Your name?
Johan Gustav Dåådh. Army surgeon to the king's coastal fleet.
And a skilled one at that. I have been told.
I have some basic surgical skills.
Do not be so modest. Dåådh.
Freund would not have survived without your abilities.
Do you not wish to take a seat?
- How is he? - He will soon be back on his feet.
What happened?
We were burying our dead
when a lingering Russian sloop-of-war fired at us.
Freund was hit by a shard of wood.
They talk of a heroic victory for our coastal fleet.
We managed to turn an imminent defeat, that is true.
Thanks to our King's valiant bravery.
Many men fell in that battle too.
In vain, you mean?
Revenge has been taken on Russia.
I congratulate you. Should I not?
Naturally.
So what plans do you have. Dåådh. now that the war is over?
My intention is to serve as a ship's doctor.
On an East Indiaman.
You head for Gothenburg, then.
That is where most expeditions leave.
Dine here this evening.
It would be a pleasure, but I am eager to continue on my journey.
Oh, forgive me.
Army surgeon Johan Gustav Dåådh. Simon Freund's saviour.
And this is my wife. Magdalena.
You have no idea how grateful we are to you for returning Freund to us.
I have already thanked him for all that. my dear.
Dåådh has declined to dine with us this evening.
It seems he is in a hurry to leave.
Surely it cannot be that urgent?
Henrik - take Dåådh's belongings up to Freund's room.
And make up an extra bed.
You cannot leave Freund unattended. Not until he is well.
Which he will soon be. Perhaps in a day or two.
So I have your word that you will stay. at least until then?
Since you insist. Madame.
Fetter!
Run over to mill-owner Westman's maid with these.
And make sure to get paid this time!
I thought we'd already said farewell.
The Wahlstedts insisted I dine... and stay the night.
They're concerned about you and your health.
The brandy won't aid your health, Freund.
I drink my suffering.
You seem to enjoy your suffering.
My wound is a gift. From God.
A gift.
Why do you dislike His Majesty so much. Timberg?
Since you talk so insultingly of him.
"A ruthless tyrant."
Do you really think that an appropriate epithet for our King?
One should be careful not to let the chin
wag amongst the common people.
Well, how will it be? Will you continue to give us trouble?
Who are you?
Petter. Stahre.
The cobble-Vs boy?
What did you do?
Steal.
What?
An apple.
An apple?
District Commissioner Odenstein approaches! Be upstanding!
Be upstanding!
Well. Timberg. Do you have something to tell us now?
No. Nothing.
Nordin, perhaps you and I should flog the little cobblefs apprentice
as the habitual thief he is.
Until Timberg here decides to talk.
Yes. District Commissioner sir.
Good.
Royal power is based on genuine love between the King and his subjects.
Not on dominance.
Why can't everyone see this? It's beyond me.
Our primary mission as the police is -
apart from maintaining law and order -
to report frequently to His Majesty on all dissenting opinion we hear of.
This without torture - not so. Odenstein? -
which has been abolished by the grace of our King.
Exactly, grace that one could not claim has facilitated our work exactly.
Tell me, Mr. Dåådh.
Have you practised medicine on land? Amongst the people?
No. I have not had that opportunity.
There is a desperate need for people with your skills.
- I myself... - Magdalena...
...have worked as a midwife for poor and wretched women.
Fallen strumpets and maids, yes.
This was until she had her own children. naturally.
A job I would gladly do again. Carl Fredrik.
Out of the question, ma chérie!
The wife of a police chief. helping fallen women, indeed.
Incroyable!
Tell us. Dåådh, where did you study?
In France.
And you perhaps intend to return. despite recent events?
The revolution is an infection that can spread
with the speed of any epidemic. Is it not?
I have not decided yet.
Not least within our own army
are there noble officers spreading the disease.
As I have heard.
And what is your view of that?
If it is even a concern to you, that is.
My plan is to study there
and learn all there is to know about human organs.
That is my sole ambition.
Oh, look here!
These are my children.
Anna Sofia and Carl August.
Have you been to see Freund yet?
Is he strong enough?
Johanna, make sure the children get to see Freund.
I'm so glad you're back. Freund.
Me too.
Make sure she gets home safely.
I was dining...
at Wahlstedt's.
A milksop.
A true milksop.
Johan Gustav Dåådh was there.
A republican. I presume.
I don't trust him.
Not at all.
I shall have to investigate him... No! No, no wine.
I've been waiting all evening...
You wok 2.0 downhearted, my dear.
Johanna told me that she heard some terrible news.
They're saying that cobbler Stahre and his wife's son, Petter,
was found in the gutter last night.
He'd been so badly beaten that his life couldn't be saved.
Dåådh! Take a seat.
Thank you, but I shall be moving on.
So my thanks to you.
- I wish you good luck. - Thank you.
Nordin...?
Where?
You will have to excuse me.
- My cloak! - What's happened?
I must leave.
Dåådh, you will accompany us.
Sir. I am afraid I must journey...
I don't have time for that!
Henrik, take Dåådh's valise back up to Freund's room.
He's already cold.
He had a heart attack. I tell you.
And then all of a sudden he was gone. Although it doesn't surprise me.
He was no youngster any more.
What do you say. Nordin?
I say we take this priestess of Venus to the jail for questioning.
I know all about what your "questioning" means!
Very well. Arrest her.
Why?
I tell you he died in front of my eyes!
I'm innocent! Let me go!
At least let me get properly dressed.
Sudden heart failure or some other interior disease.
- That seems the most likely cause. - Maybe you're right.
I found Odenstein a little restless myself yesterday.
Restless and... feverish.
I noted him drumming his fingers on his knees, like this.
Drum drum drum. The whole soiree.
That was no symptom of disease.
- No? - No.
I imagine it was more one of impatience.
I see. How do you mean?
That in his mind he was already on his way here.
Leave her be.
Inform Odenstein's wife of his death.
Tactfully.
Then take his body to the District Commissions-Vs home.
I shall be treating the case as suspected murder. In spite of everything.
- Murder? - Yes.
Dåådh, one of my best district commissioners is found dead
in the room of a whore.
Such things breed unrest, rumour, speculation.
But there's nothing to incriminate her.
She admits that she was the last person to see him alive, won't that do?
Don't you think people are already speculating, plotting?
"Maybe she did it after all. and got away with it too."
With a culprit, someone to blame. law and order is restored.
And justice?
Sometimes. Dåådh. we must leave that responsibility to God.
But maybe you're of a different opinion?
May I, in that case, suggest an autopsy?
You suggest one of those, do you?
Did I dream that we said farewell this morning?
I think you're well enough to try getting on your feet again. Freund.
Hardly.
You need exercise, distractions.
That will not improve your health.
And I require your assistance.
I have permission to perform an autopsy on Odenstein.
Odenstein's soul is already risen, what more can you do for him?
Drink! Coffee has a life-giving effect.
Invigorating.
What do you think?
Listen to me. Dåådh.
Odenstein's body is to be buried.
Wahlstedt doesn't think Odenstein died of natural causes.
Only an autopsy will tell us if he really died of heart failure.
It was God's will that he died.
Raxelius!
My friend.
And Simon Freund, no less. back in the land of the living!
Good day. Lieutenant.
This is my sister, Märta, whom I'm currently visiting.
I thought you were already at sea.
I've promised to help police chief Wahlstedt
investigate the death of a district commissioner.
I assume you've heard rumours of his death?
- So you drink coffee? - Yes...
No.
We have a king who. against his own laws.
Has started a pointless war
that was started merely to bolster his despotic rule in our country.
And that has cost thousands of lives.
Now you wish to do his and the police's bidding.
I thought we were on the same side.
- We are. - Are we?
Excuse me...
No cancer tumours,
no shrivelling of the liver,
the heart appears normal...
Wipe.
Me.
I find nothing remarkable.
Pull yourself together.
Scissors...
Freund?
Scissors.
What have we here?
Erik?
May I have a word?
Good night. Freund.
How can you work for the chief of police?
I'm networking for him.
I'm merely helping to she-cl light on the District Commissions-Vs death.
Why?
I found something buried in his skull. That's all I know.
The police chief and his men represent everything we despise.
The war, royal tyranny.
Don't you see the kind of powers you're working for!
I'm working for no one!
I must bring this to a close.
They suspected a whore.
But I didn't think she was guilty and they released her on my advice.
I have no choice. I must close this.
I'll be back later, when it's over.
Later?
There is no later. Not for me.
Erik...
Erik!
Freund.
Freund!
Where is Cathrin Sällberg?
I don't know!
Answer me, or I shall crush you
like a louse in those whorish sheets of yours...
I don't know where she is. I swear!
It's a wooden peg. made of lilac.
The kind cobblers use to sole shoes and boots with.
But it's far too delicate to penetrate a skull.
Something else must have been used.
What?
A nail, or other sharp object.
But why was this where it was?
Probably to stop the flow of blood so as to conceal the wound.
This is not good. Dåådh.
Not good at all.
Cathrin Sällberg has gone missing
and I'm holding you responsible for the fact.
Without your objections at the brothel
we would never have let her out of our sight.
Why would she kill him. and in that manner?
And why stay there until the next morning?
She alerted Nordin herself!
To confound us. Dåådh.
I wonder about you sometimes.
An educated and respected army surgeon.
And yet so credulous towards human weaknesses.
Perhaps you are a naive charlatan. After all.
At least that is what Odenstein thought of you.
And I feel inclined to agree with him.
I will not accept those words.
No?
I demand an opportunity to vindicate myself. For what has been said of me.
Your only opportunity to vindicate yourself. Dåådh.
Would be to find Cathrin Sällberg for us.
You have until this time tomorrow.
I accept.
D'accord.
Do we know of any cobbler
who might want to see Odenstein dead?
I'll wait downstairs.
Freund!
- My name is Gustav Johan Dåådh... - I am not receiving.
I'm looking for Cathrin Sällberg.
I don't know where she is.
Who did that to you? Was it Nordin?
How can I be sure that you are who you say you are?
You can't.
You'll have to take my word for it.
You could be one of Wahlstedt's street constables.
Do I really look like one?
It's hard to tell.
I've been beaten by handsomer men than you.
Can you lift your face a little?
I don't know that much about Cathrin.
I don't know her so well.
Has she told you anything about her background?
I just know that she claimed to have once lived in the Diana Quarter.
Well, there's not much there to go on.
Does it feel any better?
Be careful with the eye, now.
Take care of yourself.
Cathrin mentioned once that she had a patron.
Nobody knows where she's gone.
Dåådh? My wound is hurting.
I need a glass of something.
I only have till tomorrow to find her. Freund.
Jesus Christ didn't flee his suffering like that.
Cathrin told Lovisa that she once lived in the Diana Quarter. Here.
"Cathrin Sällberg. Destitute."
That explains her choice of profession.
On 16 March 1780. she gave birth to a son.
"Jon Fetter.
"Illegitimate.
"The boy was born healthy and sound. signed H.A."
Patter? Like the cobble-Vs son.
It's a common name.
I think we've found something important here. Freund. Come...
Pardon me.
I have a question to ask of you. but it can wait.
Come in.
Your husband has asked me to find Cathrin Sällberg.
There is a note in the parish records that Cathrin Sällberg gave birth to a son.
The witness signed the initials H.A.
Freund tells me your maiden name was Arvidsson.
And what are you saying the H would stand for, then?
Henrietta. Your middle name.
Since you were married by that time and had to conceal your activities.
Why should I have to admit this to you?
It was in Cathrin Sällberg's bed that Odenstein was found dead.
In Cathrin's bed?
She's now suspected of murder.
You delivered Petter, did you not.
She had no means of taking care of her little baby.
I made sure he went to a good home.
A while later I received a letter
thanking me for all the help I'd given her with Petter.
She wrote that
he couldn't have been given a better home than the Stahres'.
- Who knew of this? - Not many.
I want this to stay between us.
Do you still have the letter?
Hold it up. To the light.
What do you see?
A coat of arms.
A family crest. The von Graz family.
And underneath?
A monogram.
CVG.
Baron Claes von Graz.
Wasn't it his son who was executed by the king for high treason?
Lovisa said that Cathrin claimed to have a patron.
A fine gentleman with a large estate.
I'd like you to take a room here. Freund.
And you?
I'll make my way to the Eker Estate.
If I'm not back first thing tomorrow. you must go to Stockholm
and alert Wahlstedt.
For something will have happened to me.
And you'll be the only one who knows my whereabouts.
Thank you.
What are you doing on my land?
My name is Dåådh.
Army surgeon to the king's coastal fleet.
How apt.
Are you a spy?
No.
You carry travel papers
issued by that miscreant. Wahlstedt.
I needed them because I'm here to find Cathrin Sällberg.
I know no one by that name.
I think you do.
Do you know who I am?
You are Baron Claes von Graz.
Father of Captain von Graz.
Who was executed for high treason
three years ago.
Possibly wrongly.
You are well informed.
You clearly have a purpose for your unannounced visit.
No other than the one I mentioned.
There is too much at stake for us.
Baron...
I will deal with this.
Since we last met.
I have found that Odenstein did not die of natural causes.
As you claimed.
Stahre's been arrested for murder
and risks the gallows.
Confirm Stahre's guilt. Or deny it, that is all I ask of you.
I also know that you are Petter's mother.
Mrs Stahre came to me the same night that Petter was found in the gutter.
On my way home. a man stepped out of the shadows.
Jakob Timberg.
He told me it was Odenstein himself who had flogged the boy to death.
To make Timberg admit that he had said
something insulting about the king.
He said that he wanted nothing more than to avenge the boy.
The plan was for me to put Odenstein to sleep
with a glass of prepared wine.
Fortunately.
Odenstein was already drunk when he arrived.
So once he was done. he fell into a deep sleep.
He then pushed a wooden peg into the wound.
The idea was to make it look like he had had a heart attack.
When I heard the rumour that you were to carry out an autopsy of Odenstein
I thought it prudent to ask the Baron to take Timberg and me to safety.
Where is Timberg now?
He had tried to medicate himself with mercury salve.
Against syphilis.
He had been suffering for years. but it just made him worse.
He died a few hours after we arrived here.
Is it his grave in the garden?
I want you to save Stahre.
To do so. I must tell Wahlstedt that I have found you.
Do what you must.
But I would appreciate it if you waited a few days
before informing Wahlstedt.
But do as you wish.
One last question, before you go.
Why a strumpet?
The Baron and I are both involved in the movement.
Many prominent clients visit a brothel.
Not least of all Odenstein
would unwittingly pass on invaluable information to me.
Information that was often a matter of life or death for our members.
"The evening Mrs Stahre told me
"what horrors had befallen her son. Petter...
"After having assured myself...
"According to Timberg. It was Odenstein
"who gave the final order to...
"When Odenstein lay drugged in my bed...
"a single blow struck a nail into the sleeping Odenstein's head...
"is written down here is true.
"The Eker Estate. September 1790.
"Cathrin Sällberg."
Did you find her?
Then we shall ride back to Stockholm.
We shall stay here. Over night.
And how did you get hold of this?
It was lying in the manor of the Eker Estate, addressed to you.
They'd already left by the time I arrived.
Why is the seal broken?
I hoped it might lead me to them.
Well, according to Cathrin Sällberg's testimony...
the guilty party. Timberg, is already dead.
Yes.
What's your opinion of this?
I saw the grave myself.
How do you know it was Timberg's?
I can't be sure.
But I can show you the site if you wish to excavate it.
Maybe I do.
May I remind you that the cobbler Stahre should at least be released.
We must send men out to find Cathrin Sällberg.
Despite her confession.
Shut the door.
She must, of course. be considered an accomplice.
You sought to vindicate yourself. Dåådh.
And you have, and more.
Odenstein's death is a great loss,
but he was often rash in his judgment.
Nordin would be his natural successor but I am dubious.
No finesse, no reflection.
You possess the right qualities. Dåådh.
I'm very flattered, but I doubt that I'm the right man for the job.
My inclination is towards science and surgery.
It is time for me to take my leave.
Come.
- Lady Wahlstedt... - Come.
The likes of you and I make the world a little better.
Without you. Lars Stahre would have ended up on the gallows
for something he didn't do.
Things like that happen the whole time in this city.
People without money receive neither care nor justice.
Accept my husband's offer.
You can ask Freund if he'd be prepared to be your assistant.
Odenstein's rooms are big enough for you both.
Freund can divide his time between you and the children...
Madame.
This is beyond consideration.
But don't you understand?
Think what could happen with a man like Nordin in Odenstein's place.
I'm convinced
that with a single word you could make your husband choose...
I do not have that power!
A new Odenstein is not needed here.
I'm sure you agree.
I remain hopeful of an affirmative answer from you.
"Anti-royal conspirator. baron and captain Claes von Graz
"and his mistress Cathrin Sällberg
"were arrested outside the Wallstabruk estate in Uppland
"where in word and deed they were planning acts of violence
"against the security of King and Country.
"The company's carriage fell into the Wallstafors river
"during the pursuit which led to their eventual arrest.
"The woman was the only survivor.
"But she was shot with two bullets endeavouring to flee the scene.
"The remainder of the party all perished in the powerful current..."
May the Lord have mercy on their souls.
You there! Can you come here?
- What's your name? - Freund.
Swear on the Holy Scriptures that you will do this.
Swear.
Freund?
Freund.
I've made up my mind.
I will become Wahlstedt's new district commissioner.
District commissioner? You?
And you will assist me. Freund.
I will need you as my confidant.
Not as a boozer!
Will you be my right-hand man. Freund?
Do you accept your new duty?
Nordin, enter.
Army surgeon Dåådh has just agreed to be our new district commissioner.
And takes over the reporting and overseeing
of all Odenstein's houses and quarters.
You are silent.
I wish you good luck
and I congratulate you.
And you will not leave here empty handed either. Nordin.
You shall be the new chief jailer and secretary of the police authority.
If you accept, of course.
I thank you, sir.
For your great generosity.
Well then, gentlemen. C'est tout.
I have a confession to make. Freund.
I met Cathrin
I still didn't know if I could trust you.
You're one of the few who know where I stand on the monarchy.
Only too well.
But you aren't accepted the tyranny either.
You're a pietist, and you can't practise your faith.
Not without retribution and sanctions from the Church.
It's a test from God that makes me the man I am.
But have you no pride?
No mind of your own?
We don't have to agree on everything.
But I have to know that we're both fighting for the same thing.
Thing?
Justice.
In all its manifestations.
Can I rely on you for that?
I can't fathom you. Dåådh.
Such a godless person and yet so...
...just?
As you are too. In your own, peculiar way.