Students, today's anatomy lesson is devoted to the lung.
We will expose the inner wall of the lung and study the tissue-
-Where the exchange between the oxygen and the blood takes place.
Frid, a scalpel.
Is there any one who wants to make the first cut?
Moritz Dahlgren?
Professor.
I said "Can you take down the egg for me?" and he goes after the nest ...
... And falls. He falls to the ground. I wondered if he was dead.
I ran up and saw his elbow was dislocated.
He screamed like an animal.
-Don't you like it? -I'll get up and continue working.
Frid, haven't you a penny to lend me? I'm bankrupt.
Dahlgren?
You're warm among the birds, the professor's office won't complain.
-Uppsala? -I'll go to a couple of lectures.
-You're not going to become a physician? -No.
But it'd be useful to observe the latest advances in anatomy.
-How long? -A couple of days.
Although Freund. It'd be a great benefit to him-
-to come along in view of his role as a tutor here ...
Thanks, that's enough. Three days' absence, not more.
Take my carriage.
Professor Medelheim was a pharmacist.
One day the king passed by his city; and he had a cyst on the crown.
A swollen sebaceous gland. Painful.
Medelheim operated at the facility, which lead to his professorship and ennoblement.
-He was knighted for a sebaceous gland? -No.
He was knighted for a swollen sebaceous gland.
Sit still. Why do I need to go to Uppsala, then?
I want to show I also have come up in the world.
Mrs. Wåhlstedt.
Dåådh.
-You'll leave the city. -In a few days.
Are you fleeing?
I want you to know I feel deeply remorseful.
And you?
I'm not satisfied either. If a simple kiss is plaguing you ...
A simple kiss? Everything's so easy for you.
You're free, but I've completed a sacred pledge of allegiance.
That promise is now broken.
Is it?
It keeps me awake at night.
You think, but what do you really do?
The feeling when we kissed, I can't describe it in words, but I realize ...
... that feeling puts us both in an impossible situation.
-So you see it as a mistake? -Like you, apparently.
What happened should never happen again.
May lightning strike me if I open my heart to you again.
If in a fit of weakness I seek your help, ignore it completely.
Completely.
I saw the chief Constable's whore in Dåådh's neighbourhood this morning.
They did something together. We'll take them both.
We need to wait. Dåådh's gone to Uppsala-
-In Wåhlstedt's carriage.
For how long?
The secret lies with you now, Hedvig.
Yes, uncle.
We have a visitor from Stockholm the surgeon Johan Gustav Dåådh-
-One of my talented students.
Then I lost him to his duty to king and country.
Welcome. You're very welcome.
Today's autopsy is devoted to examine radical surgery-
-Against breast cancer-
-Including excision of lymph nodes in the armpit.
Carl Peter Thorén will assist me.
I will make the first cut.
My God, you stink, Thorén! Keep the mouth shut.
-Are you hung-over, man? -No.
Now you'll see.
As a professor I have the privilege-
-Of my own small store in the basement.
Here is the same. I know some of the students.
Old and new disciples mix together.
The challenge remains the same for me.
To get them to study hard, avoid resentment of others' speech and gossip.
The same as in your time, and I didn't always succeed.
To the King.
I have a small confession.
It wasn't just to see you that I asked you here.
I found one of our visiting students dead the other day. Henry Monroe.
A brilliant student, the best.
-Cause of death? -To be determined.
-Was there an autopsy? -That's unthinkable.
Henry's father is famous in medical circles.
-Oliver Monroe? Anatomy professor? -Sir Oliver.
He'll surely come from Edinburgh to take back his son's remains.
I can't see Henry's body cut open.
-What did you notice? -Only that his son died suddenly.
Possibly a ruptured appendix. Henry had stomach pains for a long time-
-But he said nothing to me.
Well ... What do you want me to do?
He'll probably choose to do the autopsy himself.
I'd have done so.
If he finds something improper it means the end of our academy.
I want you to keep your eyes open during your stay here.
I need your help and your absolute discretion.
Madame, your husband!
-Get Dåådh. -He isn't in the city.
Bring Dr. Holmberg. It's urgent.
-Johanna. -Not in the city? Where is he?
Carl-Fredrik what's happened to you?
Carl-Fredrik ...
Dåådh.
What are you doing?
-Whose room is this? -A dead student.
At one time it was mine.
-And there, what is it? -Nothing.
-You guys! -Shh! Come on.
I have met interesting people.
Moritz Dahlgren was tutor to the French ambassador's children.
He reads French novels.
Frid only drinks well water.
- "Tres interesting." -What did you do tonight?
Played cards. Look!
I won it from Thorén. And tobacco.
-Where is it, then? -Come on.
Thorén is a real player. He asked if I could lend him money.
He assumed I work for a wealthy man when I said-
-you are the district commissar.
You told him that?
Everyone.
Shh!
I wanted to show you'd come up in the world. Thank you for bringing me here.
Far from Stockholm's alarms.
And no one dies.
No.
Freund, your chamber pot stinks.
Freund.
Freund!
From a crossbow.
Someone realized I'm examining the circumstances surrounding Monroe's death.
No one here knows you are the district commissar.
I told them.
Your husband suffers from a very fiery fever.
I can't promise cupping will cure the illness.
He may be in the final stage.
Final?
You shouldn't start to grieve in advance.
Yes ...
-But he will survive? -Madame, I'm a doctor, not God.
I'll be back tomorrow morning.
No, no and no again. Anything but pleasant.
No, there isn't anything the matter.
Don't you hear what I say? You shall obey. Obey, obey, obey.
I'm the chief Constable. Show shame, man!
Get up. What kind of cursed sack of hay is it? Be ashamed!
Axel, send for Dåådh. Send a courier with haste.
commissar Dåådh was attacked-
And the culprit may be here, in this hall.
While conscience may trip up that person, I ask the others-
-to assist the commissar in his investigation.
It's about our Academy's reputation, our survival.
Well, then we'll move on to today's lecture.
Gentlemen! "Arret!"
Moritz Dahlgren is conceited, Carl Peter Thorén is a peasant.
I don't want to lose them, they are great talents.
-I have to question them. -This is a disciplinary matter.
Their fight may pertain to Henry's murder, or the attack on me.
Yes ... As you wish.
Dåådh, Mrs. Wåhlstedt wants you to come back. The Chief Constable is sick.
-Don't they have their own doctor there? -Yes.
-So what should I do? -She wants you there.
I can't leave now.
-She begs you. -That's what I say!
Take Wåhlstedt's carriage, go back to Stockholm. I'll come when I can.
"Let Hedwig be. She belongs to me."
"She finds your perpetual staring very uncomfortable."
"Obey the call, otherwise it won't go well. "
- "Thorén." -This is a pure threat.
-When did you get this? -Last night.
-Is that why you fought? -Yes.
-Are you interested in Hedwig? -It isn't illegal.
Hedwig is a special girl Thorén is a drunken player.
Except for the Professor, he wouldn't be allowed to remain here.
I don't know how well you know Professor ... He favours Thorén.
There you are. Thank you.
I'll be in touch when I need the next delivery.
We haven't introduced ourselves properly. Johan Gustav Dåådh.
Hedwig Fälth.
Your uncle said you've taken over management of Henry's collection.
-Yes. -Did you know him well?
Not so well. He studied mostly, or worked on the collection.
We were fellow students.
Was he liked by the rest of you?
Uncle didn't hide, he considered Henry to be talented.
This isn't just a stronghold of knowledge, but also of envy.
You studied here yourself.
-Were you jealous of him? -No, he was the best of us.
-A sad fate. -What did he die of?
Burst appendix, according to Uncle. He should know.
Do you recognize this?
No. It's beautiful.
-Why do you ask? -It isn't common to have women here.
I lost my parents when I was 13. My uncle took care of me.
I've worked as a surgeon-apprentice for him ever since.
You must have many admirers.
The College doesn't like my presence, but uncle fought for me.
He doesn't distinguish between me and the others.
-Maybe he places greater demands on you. -Maybe so.
I admired the collection before.
It amazes me it isn't infested with vermin.
Didn't Dåådh come with you?
Chief Constable.
It's me ... Freund.
-I didn't realize the seriousness. -And Dåådh?
He'll return as soon as he can.
Why wouldn't he come, when I asked him?
Complications occurred.
Freund, is he angry with me?
Why would he be, Mrs. Wåhlstedt? He'll come.
He was summoned to Uppsala to act for the commissar.
He stays for a police reason?
It's so.
He didn't fully understand how serious the Chief Constable's condition was.
-You're staying. -Yes. How is your husband?
Did we agree you shouldn't stand up when we speak?
-You shouldn't stay in his study. -Neighbourhood duties haven't stopped.
You may wait for further instructions.
-From who? -My husband's superiors.
-And until then? -You drink tea alone in our salon!
-Do you think it's fitting? -I'm here during your husband's difficult time.
There's nothing more you can do this evening. Go home.
Dåådh's needed here. Persuade him.
I put all my trust in you.
Report all matters relating to the Chief Constable's health to me.
-No one but you can visit him. -But Madame Wåhlstedt and children?
Let the immediate family in, but all other contacts come through me.
-Well. -All right.
Johanna, pick up a bottle of wine, veal and butter.
-Roast veal? I don't think ... -Organize it.
I work around the clock, Chief Constable.
It is hard, very hard.
We are looking high and low for Dåådh, but he seems to be busy.
Or disappeared ... we don't know.
Not even your wife managed to attract him.
Everyone seems to have abandoned you.
It's not really true, I stand by your side.
I've prepared a document-
And I humbly ask for a signature.
I think it's very important.
-Do you hear me Chief Constable? -Yes ...
Can you move your hand?
A small signature only.
Thank you.
I wish you a speedy recovery.
-Frid? -I must speak with you.
-Come in. -No, the walls have ears here.
Wait.
What was it you wanted to say, Frid?
I saw Henry get increasingly worse. He had enough to do with his job.
-His mission? -The bird collection.
The collection is so unspoiled by vermin.
How is that?
The professor experimented with different preparations,
-To develop a revolutionary means.
I get water near here -
And I've seen the professor visit a crofter who deals in arsenic.
Arsenic?
Do his preparations contained arsenic?
Henry had all the familiar symptoms of arsenic poisoning ... chills, stomach pain.
The professor, then?
What would happen if a professor of medicine accidentally poisoned a student-
-by exposing him to arsenic?
What was that?
-A bird. -I heard voices.
We'll go back, you look tired.
Often I can't sleep because I hear voices. I have bad dreams.
I'm happy you told me this.
I've tried to protect my collection from insects by all known means.
Tobacco, spices, sulphur, turpentine.
Nothing worked. It took me three years to find a workable formula.
-Including arsenic? -The visits of the crofter.
It's innocent. -Who knew the recipe?
-No one. -Not even Henry?
His duty was to prepare and catalogue.
I mixed the solution myself.
When he died, did you place further confidence in your niece.
Yes.
It is known exposure to arsenic is harmful.
Arsenic constitutes only a quarter of the compound that's brushed on.
Wouldn't it be a natural explanation for Henry's death?
The thought crossed my mind.
Maybe then I hope your ingenuity finds another cause.
Yes, yes ... Sir Oliver's autopsy will clarify what is cause.
-When does he arrive? -He's expected here in a few weeks.
-Do you recognize this? -Hedwig.
Are you sure? -Yes, she inherited it.
At one time it was my mother's.
-Where did you find it? -Do you trust her?
-Sure. -Fully?
Why wouldn't I do so?
Of course.
I'll give it back to her.
I'll be happy if I can do it.
-I want to talk to you. -We have a lecture soon.
I found it under the bed in Henry's room.
Why did you lie?
I promised Uncle not to devote myself to love.
Not until I'd written my thesis.
-What did you say to Uncle? -I found it in the hallway.
Thank you.
-Your feelings for Thorén, your affair ... -Affair?
According to Dahlgren Thorén wrote in a letter.
Absolutely not. Where did Dahlgren get that from?
Carl Peter never produced anything like that.
Who knew Henry worked with the professor's new preparation?
I heard you're a gambler, but not very successful.
The professor's prescription would bring great wealth if you discovered it.
-The recipe isn't written down. -Perhaps Henry did.
It was just to get it.
All my debts are paid.
Really? How so? Have you inherited money?
I have a lecture now.
-How well did you know Henry? -We used to drink together.
-You mimicked him. -In a friendly way.
Your debts, who paid them?
Thorén!
I'll find out sooner or later. Who was it?
-The Professor. -Why?
I'd be grateful if you don't spread the discovery.
-You must come home now. -I'm not ready.
Mrs. Wåhlstedt forbade me to return without you.
I beg you.
Why did you pay Thorén's gambling debts?
He's a brilliant talent
-Even if he doesn't always engaged in the books.
I'd pay more than that to get out of the clutches of his debtors.
Why do you ask?
Isn't that a large favour for an individual student?
Like letting Hedwig study here.
And try to ignore their radical views-
That you held during your time here.
Such a talent requires something out of the ordinary from me.
The mediocre come and go anyway.
Sorry.
Unfortunately I haven't been able to help you, and must leave the task unfinished.
I must return to Stockholm.
It may be as Leopold Frid says.
the professor's new preparations caused Henry's death.
The shot at me, then? Who shot?
Someone will be happy to see you again ... Mrs Wåhlstedt.
-What do you mean? -Nothing.
-Has she said anything to you? -About what?
-About Me? -No.
-What would she say? -I don't know.
She was angry, you didn't come when she asked.
-As if I were a dog. -No.
She was unhappy and distressed with Mr. Wåhlstedt's illness.
-Have you started to drink water? -Leopold Frid's well water. Prima.
-It's the water. -Excuse me?
-It's the water.
-A little water. -Thank you.
-You have a long night ahead of you. -Yes.
-Good night, Hedwig. -Good night, Leopold.
-Can't you sleep? -Do we have the right to leave everything?
I wish Erik were involved. He'd be proud.
-Who goes there? -Adel Krantz.
The carriage is on its way to Stockholm.
Where? Thank you.
Wåhlstedt's carriage was sighted at the heights of Knivsta.
Did you drink the water?
You ... You're back. What's happened?
Frid, come to the professor's office.
There is an urgent autopsy.
-I had such a horrible dream. -Come on.
Oh my god.
Henry, forgive me.
Where's Dåådh?
Henry Monroe would be appointed to take charge of Professor Medelheim's collection.
Otherwise it'd be entrusted to you, Frid.
You with all your knowledge of birds, animals and plants, no?
You get an idea you know the preparation, Henry works with-
likely contains arsenic.
You acquire arsenic and blend it into your cold water
And try to get Henry's poisoning appear-
as if caused by his work in the laboratory.
You also lead me to the tank.
you place all the blame on the professor.
Henry had arsenic poisoning symptoms.
Not least, the burning thirst that only water seems to slake.
You provided with him with arsenic poisoned water.
-You have no proof. -You've already acknowledged.
That was no confession. My concern for dead souls is familiar to everyone here.
Like my nightmares.
I haven't done anything!
When you realized I was here to investigate, you tried to kill me.
You wrote a fake letter to Dahlgren-
To focus responsibility for my assault in another direction.
-Which it did. -This is just fantasy.
Really?
Dahlgren?
Your crossbow was hidden at the spring.
A weapon you normally use to shoot birds.
But now Henry Monroe is finally out of the way-
Hedvig gets the professor's trust.
It reinforces it for you ... injustice rules the world.
Yes! Justice isn't for me; but for everyone else.
Women and foreigners get everything possible ...
You sad, miserable louse.
Freund?
Freund!
You must come and clear things up.
-Has something happened? -It's Nordin, he's unruly.
I didn't know where to go.
-Is Freund with you? -I thought he was with you.
The chief Constable is worse.
Only his wife and children have access to him.
Holmberg. We haven't had the honour to meet before.
Johan Gustav Dåådh.
-You may contact Nordin directly. -Nordin?
He is the acting chief Constable authorized by Wåhlstedt.
It's impossible. Excuse me ...
You may speak with Nordin. He's waiting for you.
Nordin.
Wåhlstedt's order, I want to see it.