-The fifth commandment? -Thou shalt not kill.
Let us fear and love God so we don't harm our neighbour-
Or cause him suffering, but help him.
Good boy.
-Give me a kiss. -If you pass the sixth commandment.
Thou shalt not commit adultery. We will keep living clean-
And each should love and honour his wife.
-Johanna ... -Not now, Jon.
The pastor will be happy with you.
Are you satisfied with me?
He is new in the office, right? What do you think of him, then?
If he can buy an office?
-Is he one of them? -A false prophet.
A false prophet?
I'm invited to Wåhlstedt's for dinner.
I can ask if there's room for the children.
Unfortunately, I can't. I'm going to a meeting.
-A sacred meeting. -I'm worried about you.
Don't be.
Hello!
Look under the table in the middle.
A bomb! Everyone out of here!
A bomb! Get out of here!
No!
What do you think? Did you see anything? Was it someone you had something against?
-Did you arrange to meet someone? -Did you hear me?
No, the chief Constable, but you were there.
I'm convinced the attack was directed against me.
On what grounds?
It must have been one of the king's opponents.
-Someone want to get at the police authority. -Did anyone your plan?
Plan? I was thirsty, by thunder! It was a totally unscheduled visit.
Then you think the bomb was intended for me.
-Someone may have followed me. -Or me.
Pastor Verelius, do you know him?
Hardly.
Sure, we know Pastor Verelius. He will come here and teach catechism.
Do you know your catechism, Mrs. Wåhlstedt?
-For the servants. -Do you know yours, Dåådh?
-This is now a top priority. -Of course.
Go! Get out of here!
Do you hear! ... District commissar Dåådh! I saw shady characters near the tavern.
Gypsies or Finns. Loose people.
-Was anyone looking for me? -You?
Yes, someone might want to get at me out of pure jealousy, my business is doing so well.
Understood.
I assure you, Wåhlstedt, I feel good.
It was a shock, but God was with me.
-We are eternally grateful. -I have my suspicions.
The bomb may have been placed by a black sheep.
Those who don't believe in the king's church is good enough for them.
-Go ahead, Johanna. -Preserve me from all evil.
All this he does only because of his goodness-
-But I've earned it.
For all this, should I thank and praise, serve and obey him.
Excellent, Johanna. Excellent. You are an example to the others.
You have passed. Full marks.
-Next time, it's Jon's turn? -Yes, that's right.
I am honoured such an obedient girl wants to marry my servant.
Thank you, Pastor. Thank you very much.
-Let someone else clean up here. -There are clues, Freund.
Verelius always sat at that table, but Wåhlstedt didn't.
-Was the bomb meant for Verelius? -It is possible, but why?
The pastor.
Carbine.
I've been expecting you.
So, Carbine, then we'll see how big your debt is-
Total of the current interest rate.
I ask for a small period of grace.
You can read, Carbine?
Your debt will be paid today.
-My wife is sick, my business ... -Your wife?
-You stand as a widower in the church records. -Was ill. She was sick.
I see through all the lies.
I catch every untruth, Carbine.
And I crush it with my heel. In addition ...
"Agreement to be respected."
-By thunder, Dåådh! -It's harmless.
It's not a toy. -No, a black powder bomb.
Imagine such a little rascal can be so damned dangerous.
Gunpowder, metal bits, horseshoe nails.
The manufacturer has knowledge of the art of war.
A miniature version of an artillery petard.
"Dear brother, let us drink in peace."
"In this world are evil and war."
Come in.
The pastor has a visitor.
That's fine, Frida, let him.
See there ... Jon.
Fine and ready.
Thou shalt not kill. We will fear and love God so that we ...
He seems to be excellent.
-Jon had difficulty reading. -Johanna practiced with him.
Let us fear and love God ...
... So that we can't harm our neighbour ...
Or cause him suffering.
-I was there yesterday. -Yesterday isn't today.
Or cause him suffering, but help him.
-As it flies away. -Birds fly away, not the word of God.
Let us fear and love God so that we can't harm our neighbour-
Or cause him pain-
-Without the support and help him in all dangers and living needs.
Unfortunately, I can't issue a letter of consent.
-I've promised. -You'll have to wait until you can read.
-I plead. -Get out of here.
-I ask. -Out!
Let me go! You are an evil man!
-So? -You are too hard on the boy.
He couldn't recite his catechism; and he was insolent.
He wants to marry. Don't you have an ounce of Christian charity?
Mercy is for those who deserve it.
My faith is as good as my dear mother.
Though of somewhat different nature.
-How does it work? -Witness interrogations yield no results.
-But I know more about the bomb. -All right.
It was loaded with a powder called "salute".
It is characterized by ...
-Johanna ... -The pastor didn't give Jon a letter of consent.
-What? -A few lines didn't move him.
He may make an appeal. Continue.
They got into a fight, and now he's out of favour with the pastor.
-Can't you talk to Verelius? -I?
I'm not concerned about his affairs; and he doesn't meddle in mine.
-Then I'll talk to him. -Let it be.
They want to get married. Why should anyone prevent it if they love each other?
Johanna, wipe your tears and serve the next course.
-Madame, I wish you a good night. -Thanks for the escort, Corporal.
Women shouldn't walk alone. The city is full of all sorts of dregs.
There, I certainly agree.
When darkness falls below the sediment on the surface.
Is isn't so, Corporal Bang?
And where have you been, mother, at this late hour?
To chapel.
Where they preach the word of God to those who are passionate about the Spirit-
-Even though they aren't officers in the king's salvation work.
Mother, you won't compromise me-
By attending clearly repulsive and illegal gatherings.
I attend what I want.
-Not when you live under my providence. -I only live under the Lord's providence.
I'll make my mother stay home, if I have to lock her up.
House arrest?
Until I have cleared these religious fanatics from the township.
And Frida ...
Frida must be very careful.
-I compelled Frida. -You lie like a slut!
That's enough! The Pastor behaves badly
and uses coarse words against his own mother ...
You ... You keep your mouth shut!
We store a little salute gunpowder over here.
To my knowledge, our regiment is the only one in the Stockholm-
-Using it. It happens rarely.
-Who has access there? -Not many.
Well ...
Someone's been here.
I'm not a man who asks a lot-
-But I still insist the police intervene-
-Against this Pietist scum.
-We last chased them away a while ago. -Then it's indeed time again.
You know, they ... multiply like blind rats.
And they infect pious minds with their heresies.
They hold secret worship services at Östra Långgatan 27 -
-Under the leadership of Corporal Bang. A nasty little agitator.
Corporal Bang?
It doesn't surprise me if Pietists are behind the bombing.
-Really? -The bomb was probably intended for me.
You're mistaken; it's more likely I was the target.
-You? -A man whom has many enemies.
So it is when you are one of his closest men.
Yes ... I am also the king's man.
But more God's, aren't you?
-Sorry, I have a lot to do. -The police must do their duty.
Private worship is against the law-
And it's the police's duty to ensure the law is obeyed.
Certainly.
Chief Constable, we're both of the King's men.
It's important we assist each other ...
... When necessity demands. Isn't it?
I'll see what I can do.
Come, dear, cheer up. It'll be all right.
The bomb was created by someone with military experience.
-So. -Salute Gunpowder is unusual. Someone broke ...
Yes, yes, just you make an arrest.
This evening you should take action against the Pietists.
We have information about time and place.
-We should ... -Verelius thinks they are after him.
Personally, I believe worship is peaceful.
-It won't stop the Pietists. -Dåådh, do your duty.
What's happened?
We have to disrupt your service.
Verelius is agitating. Do you have an alternate location?
We won't allow ourselves to be enslaved.
-I forbid you to go. -Dåådh, I'm not your serf.
You stay here.
Do your chores. I'll go to work.
Johanna?
Sorry if I disturb the pastor.
No, no way. Come in.
There, close the door.
So ...
What's bothering Johanna's heart?
Today, the chief constable said the pastor could work it out perhaps.
I wonder how.
How?
Yes, how will it work out?
What then?
Can I do anything to get Jon's letter of consent?
Well then, yes you can.
Come on. Come, my dear.
If the church is able to convey a true religiousness-
-She has to stop their ...
-I want to go peacefully. -Understood.
Nordin, I'll go in and check the escape routes.
My friends, the church which calls itself the only true one-
-Is a house of lies and snakes.
If the church wants to promote a true religiousness-
-it has to shed its skin.
It's not the Lord's house. It's house of lies.
Fear not, God is with us.
Up!
-I suffer from vertigo. -Good.
Stay here until I come and collect you.
When are you coming back? Dåådh!
Stand still!
"Fear not." We'll see what happens in jail.
Yes ...
-Move! -After him!
Hell!
Damn!
Hell!
Now I'll kill the pastor, son of a bitch!
My conscience bothers me.
Some preachers are ...
... As if they were preachers only to enjoy the earthly good.
I refuse to belong to them.
I can't go against God's commandments.
Come, go away now.
Go on!
-Is that the last? -Yes.
There weren't so many. Hypocritical scum!
Damn, that was a sad bunch.
Then perhaps we can finally go home and reward ourselves with something warm.
Freund! All drunk as usual ...
-You're late. -There was no one up there.
-We're done here. - Nordin.
You called on me.
Step into.
You displease God the Father.
-What do you mean? -The talk.
I don't understand.
I know very well what's going on in the parlour when I'm not at home.
At your age.
I guess you think it's appropriate?
What did he tell you to do?
Bless me some way inside.
Inside?
-Poor child! -I have sinned.
I did it for us, for me and Jon, but we still can't marry.
Am I going to hell now?
I need to speak to the pastor.
He isn't here today. No one has seen him.
Singed by fire.
-What the hell does that mean? -The bomber succeeded?
May I sit down?
I wished him dead. Can you wish for the life of another human?
Who?
The Pastor?
Why did you wish to end the life of the pastor?
What if Jon had taken revenge on the pastor.
I'll look into it.
It wasn't you who killed him.
My poor wife.
What a horrible story. Not even the church protected you.
In view of the raging church war Corporal Bang can be regarded as guilty.
Corporal Bang?
Issue the warrant.
The Pastor acquired a high income as a usurer.
What if he was punished by our Heavenly Father.
He did it himself.
Whoever did this is of flesh and blood.
In addition ...
... this has suddenly taken an unexpected and unpleasant turn.
"Wåhlstedt".
Ergo: Even Wåhlstedt had a motive.
A large debt. Didn't he run from the pub?
Will you arrest him, he's devoted his life to justice.
You know what desperation can do.
-So desperate ... -That he may have.
The pastor may have threatened reprisals.
Wåhlstedt's office, family ...
It wouldn't be so bad for you if the Chief Constable had to sit in jail.
Remember what King David did to Uriah for Bathsheba.
I have no damned idea.
Now we'll concentrate on this.
-Mats Carbine. -Yes?
It could be a soldier's name.
We're sorry. I'm sorry to disturb your mourning -
-But I need to ask some questions.
Does it smell like fish here?
Yes, that's the cook who ... It's dinner time.
-Fish? -Fish.
-Do you know Mats Carbine? -No.
The name is unknown to me.
-When did you see your son last? -Last night, just before bedtime.
-Where was he? -In his study, as usual.
Did he have any enemies that you knew of?
Not that I know of.
-Someone who wanted to hurt him ... -It was a punishment.
He had angered God.
If we assume the bomb was made by a soldier ...
-Carbine is a soldier's name. -Even Bang.
He was present when the bomb was found.
Wasn't Bang with someone?
Freund, you stink.
Gaphalsen can prove he was home all night.
Let me talk to him.
Go away.
I'm not a murderer. Your valet can attest to that.
But you were in the Happy Arabia when the bomb was found. Who were you with?
-Was he one of us? -No.
-Who was he? -No one specific.
No one special? You ate and drank with him.
-An old friend from the military. -His name?
Bang.
-Mats Carbine. -Carbine?
Where can we find him?
He is a farrier nowadays. He has a workshop in South Malmö.
-Thank you, Sir. -Dåådh.
I'll talk to Nordin and see what I can do.
I've served in the artillery; and others.
Have you borrowed money from Verelius.
I owed money to the pastor, but he gave me respite.
-What did you do last night? -I slept.
-Alone? -No, with my wife.
She can confirm. Lisa!
Lisa!
Carbine!
-He locked the door. -Hell!
Nordin has arrested Jon!
-Mrs. Wåhlstedt. -Let the girl talk to Jon.
Or will I return with my spouse?
You are damn ugly when you smile.
He wasn't honest; but I would never ...
Do you believe me?
I thought maybe you did for me.
-For what he made me do. -What did he make you do?
Johanna, what did he make you to do?
Nothing.
-Freund. -Yes.
Gunpowder, fuses, metal, horseshoe nails. He has a small bomb factory here.
-He killed to get rid of his debt. -It will be inherited.
by the pastor's mother, I mean. She's probably got the records?
Until Carbine gets there, yes.
-Mrs. Verelius? -She's not home.
It still smells of fish here.
We need to get into the pastor's room.
-No, not there. It's his place. -The pastor's dead.
Fish glue.
-Where is Mrs. Verelius? -At the Church.
-Mats! -It's finally over.
-Nothing is over. -What?
-What do you mean? -God is going to ban it.
Prohibit what, Madam Verelius?
Mats Carbine, you're arrested for the murder of pastor.
You're wrong!
I'm guilty.
I realized I couldn't allow him to continue tormenting the defenceless ...
... And sin against the Most High.
A facade of piety concealed a damned soul.
Come in.
-You displease God the Father. -What do you mean?
-There's talk. -I don't understand.
I know very well what is going on in the parlour when I'm not at home.
At your age.
I guess you think it's appropriate?
Whore.
There's no other word for you.
And you ... How do you live with yourself?
You are rebellious.
It amazes me.
I thought you knew me, mother.
I thought you knew my sacred fury.
No! Help!
Help me, then!
Help me, woman!
Help!
Help me!
I wanted my son to rest in consecrated ground ...
Mother.
... But there was frost in the ground. Then I remembered the bone house.
Mother ...
No love is worth such a high price ...
... To kill her own son.
But the bomb at the pub was your work, Carbine.
-You must admit it. -No one died, except the pastor.
And he deserved it.
-You forget the landlord. -I don't want to die!
I didn't come to earth to be hanged!
If you come closer I'll explode it.
-Consider yourself, Carbine. -I'm not going to be hanged!
Down here!
You haven't just solved one case, but two.
-To the greatest satisfaction. -Thank you.
Well, I wonder ...
Did you find a black notebook at the pastor's?
Do you mean this?
It burned before I could get an idea of evidentiary value.
-I don't deserve it. -Stop it.
Jon wouldn't marry me if he knew ...
... How dirty I am.
I, Jon Eriksson, swear in the name of the holy Trinity
-And in the company of God's church:
Will you take Johanna Westling to be your lawful wedded wife-
And love her in sickness and in health?
Yes, I will.
I, Johanna Westling, swear in the name of the holy Trinity
-And in the company of God's church:
Will you take Jon Eriksson to be your lawfully wedded husband -
And love him for better or worse?
Yes, I will.