Anno 1790 (2011) s01e03 Episode Script

-I'm looking for Miss Raxelius.
-Mademoiselle is not receiving.
It's important.
Say that commissar Dåådh want to see her.
Mademoiselle is wearing mourning since her brother was murdered.
You ought to know.
-It's of paramount importance to me -Essential to whom? I need to talk to Miss Raxelius! A good drink in the morning to clear the mucus from a full stomach! Cheers! -A half block snaps immediately.
- "Fast as I can, said the girl.
" -She wouldn't let me in.
-She is looking for a scapegoat.
Someone to blame.
Let it run for some time.
Let her calm down.
"We humans are by nature inclined to liberty and peace.
" "If power imprisons us in the cage let us tear down the wall.
" "Let's tear down our Bastille.
" Lay it down.
-The king forbade - "Everyone in the troop.
" "Parties should we ask then.
Dancing around the King's head spun!" -Let's go.
- "Dancing around the King's head spun!" Dåådh Read.
I read it on the Happy Arabia.
They lie around and litter the pub too? Scandal! All must be collected and burned.
"Let's tear down our Bastille.
" It's forbidden to mention the French Revolution.
So? Sweden isn't plagued by madmen.
Absolutely not.
They called Europe's orang-utans.
Writings spread rot.
They give people ideas.
Wrong ideas.
It may be better than no ideas.
-Sorry.
-What do you want me to do? I want you to find the author.
I am using a fractured style and no radical innovations which aren't antique.
And I'm faithful to the king.
There you go.
Who could have printed it; then? We need a name.
I am the King faithful.
A name! Or do you want to go with us to the Police House? It could of course be Pettersson.
Thank you.
District commissar.
Go ahead, take another one.
Delicate.
That being said I'm sorry for little Marta's grief- -But you understands, I have come on another matter.
I am appointed to be your guardian.
-Guardian? -You have inherited from your brother.
-I will manage the wealth.
-My fortune? As a woman you won't have to bother your volatile mind with the accounts.
It has fallen to my lot.
-Poor man, you shouldn't you have to -Marta, the court appointed me.
I have set aside ten kronor per month for your household expenses.
-Ten kronors? -It is enough.
In fact, I want to have quite a substantial sum immediately.
For what do you intend to use the substantial sum? It's private.
For a woman There's nothing so private -That ten kronors a month isn't enough.
You have such talent in police work.
Those who break the law must be brought to justice.
Yes, but the law is against free speech.
-It's wrong.
-Then you change the law.
Have you heard of Descartes? You talk too much, Dåådh, and too loud.
-Come.
-Wait.
They got away.
Who do you think they were? I can't see around corners, Freund, nor magic either.
-I'll get Nordin.
-Wait a minute.
"Liberty, equality, sorority.
" I've been waiting for this.
He took risks.
I told him.
O Lord my God.
What's happened? Father in heaven.
He's with the angels.
Go play now.
Two young men were in the print shop when we got there.
One had a scar.
Olof Sundberg.
He's an apprentice.
He's wild with politics.
The other boy is Jonas Fahlander.
He's always at Olaf's side.
Do you know who could have written this? No.
They're not going to get him before I get to say goodbye? Oh, hell! -Who are you? -Pauline Martin.
What is Mademoiselle doing? The printer was interested in my writing.
Writing? What does Mademoiselle write? I'm going to publish a book in French.
The man was my printer.
-Take the woman to the Police House.
-But he was already dead when I arrived.
I got the impression, Freund, you grabbed the killer.
Yet they seem to have gotten away.
-The boys got away, yes.
-So mockingly.
We don't know if they're guilty.
It's probably of greatest importance we find them, right? Piece of shit.
You are so beautiful.
-Hurry up.
-I can take him.
Beat him to death.
Turn him into a drooling fool.
Or, I'll just kill him.
Then I just get a new guardian.
Come in.
The door's open, you know.
You've made me wait, your undressing.
Here you can taste both the one and the other.
-Madame Sundberg, I apologize.
-Who are you? What are you doing here? I'm looking for Olof.
Your son, I guess.
-Who cares? -District Commissar Dåådh.
-Well.
What's he done? -Why would he have done something? Fine gentlemen don't only talk to poor boys.
-Where is he? -At work.
Or at the foreigner's.
What's her name? "Je ne sais pas.
" Why do you want Olof? His employer is dead.
Murdered.
Therefore I seek Olaf.
Olaf would never Oh my God! Subversive texts? Really? Undeniably.
My men always find something new.
Dåådh's looking for the culprit, but he found the printer with his skull crushed.
-I heard it.
-Really? That's not a reading for you.
"Sister, when you shall find a man" - "Get a man that burns with freedom.
" "One who fights for equality, and speaks and treats you as a person.
" -Clever.
-Clever? When Dåådh finds the author no mercy will be shown.
-Are you sure it's a man? -A woman doesn't write like that.
Revolution is a man's "activité".
What then is "l'activité de la femme"? That bores men with mentally dull chatter.
Enough now, "Chérie".
Who do we need more for? The grocer, of course.
What have we bought? Spices, coffee And cloth, a very expensive silk.
I need a dress with lace.
Lace And I need earrings.
Diamonds.
-Diamonds.
-My carriage must be renovated.
-The body has been renovated.
-Then it must be repainted.
What sum are we up to? -Do you think he'll be fooled? -He has no choice.
Nyberg sneaks out for a night-time adventure.
-An old goat? -A desecrated boy.
Bring your walking stick.
- "Monsieur, c'est pas possible.
" - "Je ne parle pas français.
" -Swedish, "s'il vous plait.
" -I am innocent.
You can hardly believe that I Well.
Have you found the boys? -Not yet.
-What are you doing here? -Mademoiselle Martin, you may go.
- I do the questioning, not you Nordin.
Dåådh, your interrogation techniques are remarkable.
I question in my own way.
-You are very friendly, monsieur.
-Mademoiselle Lout! Mademoiselle Martin, you've been through very distressing experiences.
Your conversation with Nordin I ask apologize on behalf of the Police House.
It is important you rest now.
Are you hungry? Will you dine with me.
Nyberg doesn't seem to be short of money.
He's stingy.
He never married; the idea of a wedding gift was too much.
Hell has three gates: greed, lust and anger.
Then at least one stands open for Nyberg.
Olaf.
-Olof.
-Pst! Pauline's been for interrogation.
Damn -Where is she now? -She left the prison with Dåådh.
-Stop.
-I have to talk to her.
Do you want to die? Do you want to dangle from the gallows as food for ravens? Olof? Mademoiselle Martin, you have already met Freund, my valet.
-What will you make tonight? -Butter-fried cock.
-Excellent.
-If there is enough.
We'll share like brothers, then it's enough.
I have to wash up.
This way, mademoiselle.
-Have a seat.
-Thank you.
"Oui.
" What brought you to our country? I was persuaded to come by a Swedish nobleman who visited Paris.
Then I left after he had gone.
What kind of a dog was he? The infidel variety.
I had no difficulty finding work.
Many want to learn to converse in French.
And now you write a textbook.
"Oui".
I have no problem telling it But writing is another thing.
We avoid accents in Swedish, thank goodness.
Take your famous slogans: "Liberté, égalité et fraternité.
" How du you spell it? As it sounds.
Can't you show me? Write you, so I can spell.
Isn't it easier if you write? "Monsieur, s'il vous plait.
" You write.
"Bon.
" You want a sample of my handwriting.
"Touché.
" Why? I suspect you write other things too, of a more subversive nature.
Your manuscript was at the printer.
"Liberty, equality, sorority.
" So that's why you pretended to be so kind and brought me here.
Chief Constable Wåhlstedt instructed me to arrest the author.
Go ahead, grab me.
I want to find Olaf Sundberg, he flocks to you.
Take me to him.
Hell, Nyberg! Nyberg, a deed of so perverse nature punishes it by the scaffold.
Mercy! God, grant me mercy! Hardly God; but if you do what I want- -I won't denounce you to the police.
So it looks like this.
Won't the gentleman be finished soon? I need to clean up here.
No, you can't clean up here, woman.
-It's a crime scene.
-Blood, then? This is proof.
I need to clean up the blood.
Indeed Pass on this, Mademoiselle.
Go ahead, I'll come quickly.
Monsieur! -I have him.
-You have harmed him.
"The king on his potty must also bare his ass.
" "What smells like a pauper, ends up on his throne.
" Mademoiselle has a sharp tongue.
-Are we on the same page? -In some questions, yes.
I am convinced man has certain rights.
Not the least important is to express themselves freely.
The King doesn't agree with you.
And Olaf? -Olof? He also lives dangerously.
Olaf isn't a revolutionary, he's just a boy in love.
What was the reason did Olof kill the printer? None at all.
Was it you who was the cause? No.
"Man by birth has certain natural rights.
" -That applies to the women, too? -In the highest degree.
So you agree then women aren't inferior to men? Different, not inferior.
We just seem so because we have no formal training.
Maybe.
Women should have equal rights with men To To help herself.
-Good night, "Ma Chérie".
-Good night.
Now I have my war chest.
What are you thinking? Nothing.
-Good morning.
Where have you been? -I have obeyed orders.
-What did you do with yourself last night? -That 's none of your business.
"Think not about the operation, you are deceiving.
" -Love Letters.
-To me? From whom? Not to you, to the printer.
Smell it.
There are lots from multiple senders.
The widow wanted to clean up, but I said no.
An admirable woman who agrees letters should awaken jealousy.
Your knowledge of human nature is found in a bird bath, Freund.
She isn't literate.
-One more.
-A never-ending stream.
Good day.
Where is the printer? -Who's asking? -Cajsa Stina Berg.
Who's asking? District commissar Dåådh.
What is Mademoiselle’s relationship to the printer? -My relationship? -What are you doing here? -It's a private matter.
-Are you a writer? -Yes.
I write some poetry.
-Poetry -That Pettersson publishes? -He will soon.
Soon? -Pettersson is dead.
-What do you say? He enjoys the peace of our Lord.
Murdered.
-She killed him! -Who? The bitch Sundberg.
She'll never leave him in peace.
-Olof Sundberg -And his mother.
Brutally! Still! Quiet! Calm.
So mother and son were slain in bed? For a job well done.
I arrested him for the offense, but I don't know the motive.
Olaf was killed because he saw Jonas kill the printer.
-Why was the mother killed? -She was there.
He is a cold-blooded cretin.
Think nothing more of it now.
-You've been injured.
-It's nothing.
Weren't you pursuing someone who wrote? -Words can be very dangerous.
-That's correct.
Sometimes it's best to remain silent.
But it takes a certain kind of courage to express the longing in one's soul.
Such courage belongs to fools and poets.
Reasonable people realize some words can hurt them and the ones they love.
-Madame.
-Sir.
My mother isn't home.
Who reads these letters? I read them for my mother.
They are from the angels, my mother says, but But? She says it's Father's angels.
They don't live in heaven, they live in hell.
Pauline.
You little bitch, You've destroyed everything.
You have seduced him; you fucking little bitch.
Look closely, it's the last thing you see.
You will get to fuck him in hell, the damn whoremonger.
You ruined my life, you fucking little whore! -Don't come closer, you devil! -I promise.
I'll stand here.
I'm looking for you.
Why? I understand why your husband deserved to die.
He was a lying pig.
God knows it.
He treated the poor so terribly bad.
Come no closer! She will die.
My husband will meet the bitches again.
He's going to fuck them in hell.
I came on him.
He promised he'd never look at another woman again.
He promised me and the kids.
The children I love my kids! As I love my kids! There is nothing sweeter than to know a child's heart next to you.
He failed me again.
He refused to improve.
He said it was his right as a man.
I'd just keep quiet and continue.
But then the devil in me.
The pamphlet in your husband's mouth? I thought it'd look like someone else did it.
For the sake of politics.
I promise, nothing erotic happened between me and your husband.
We were on the same page in the struggle for equality.
Equality? Do you think he cared about your dreams? You'd be surprised how many women he promised to publish poetry for.
And how did you pay? With your little pussies.
We never got so far so we made up a price.
Erik, your son Erik.
He read the letters to you.
Who will take care of him now? Your children? They've already lost their father.
Are they ? Will they lose their mother, too? I can help you.
It is too late.
God, help me! No! You mean the boy read the love letters to his mother? Subject, pamphlet, author I found it here among Olof Sundberg's belongings.
Yes he was the rascal who wrote those horrible lyrics.
The widow did the executioner's job for us.
God will punish some the same way.
Jonas, go and take care of your family.
-Frenchwoman writes pamphlets.
-Shut up about Pauline Martin.
Olaf is dead.
He didn't wanted her to be imprisoned.
Dåådh.
"Dear sister, when you find a man be sure to get " " A man who burns for freedom.
" Would the young whipper- snapper have written that? -Then he must have had a skirt on.
-What do you mean? Clearly the author is a woman.
Come on.
Find Nordin.
Nordin is on his way here.
Stop him, Freund.
My birds! Hell! Hope you have a pleasant and comfortable journey all the way home.
Can't you knock.
Has something happened? We are looking for the whore who wrote the pamphlets.
There must be a mistake.
It smells like shit here.
Nordin, when will you teach your men basic hygiene? Next time you plan to visit can you clean the steps and knock.
There's nobody here! -How did it go? -Well.
She escaped the law because of you; my friend.
Every sin a man can commit, is outside the body- -But anyone who fornicates, sins with his own body.
That's the difference between a dalliance and true love.
True love can never be experienced in a dalliance.
Nothing guarantees you experience true love in marriage, either.
In marriage you learn to love each other.
Take Wåhlstedt, for example.
Isn't it true love? Haven't you noticed how he looks at her? And she What a woman! Beautiful, loyal, virtuous I'd give an arm to be with such a woman.
I know.
You love Magdalena.
Hello there! Mademoiselle Raxelius, I know you're home.
I shot him.
He was like a brother to me.
It doesn't matter who shot.
I've lost my other half.
He was chased to death by the oppressor and the ranks of the police.
You are one of them! I am rich, Dåådh.
I'm a free and independent woman.
I'll destroy you and the authority you toil for.
I understand, Mademoiselle.
If you ever need a workman you know where I am.