"Dear colleagues and pupils." "For decades this day has signified companionship, fellowship and new vistas and it is an opportunity to remember the traditions we uphold." "To be part of the Hellestad spirit." "You are not just any pupils." "You will become the pillars of a society that has seen ethic and moral standards set aside, more and more." "You are privileged, but privilege brings with it a responsibility." "One we all bear." "And which we are here today to manifest." "As a headmistress I naturally bear a great part of that responsibility." "Not just for the education provided here but for something greater." "For you to become good people and develop the faculties that are unique to you." "And to begin life as free, successful, independent and thinking individuals." "This is not my hope." "This is my belief." "With these words, I raise my glass and propose a toast, with you to the spirit of Hellestad." "It is Rebecka!" "DROWNING GHOST" "Are you coming with us to the lake?" "No, I don't think so." "You can't just sit here." "I have to get this finished." "Do you need help?" "No, I don't know what I'm doing." "Come to the lake." "Perhaps you'll meet him." "Who?" "Him." "The Drowning Ghost." "Come off it!" "Yngve asked about you." "I dreamt of you last night." "Something about you going away." "A long way away..." "I went with you to the airport." "You had your tickets." "But then when I came back, you were sitting here." "Strange..." "Okay!" "See you later." "Bye." "Is she coming?" "Why not?" "Come on!" "Did you tell her I was coming?" "Yngve, you chose to write about the 1 994 football world cup." "It is an historical event, so explain your approach." "I start with the team's work, move on to Ravelli's save and then..." "Good!" "Sara, how are you doing?" "Fine." "There isn't as much material as I thought, only..." "That's just it." "It's the lack of material, that makes it interesting." "We've got here a real tragedy." "Over the centuries it's become a local ghost story." "Wouldn't it be very exciting to discover how that ordinary farmer became the Drowning Ghost?" "That's what they call him, isn't it?" "I'd like to say something about the coming weekend." "Show some respect." "For...what?" "For Rebecka." "And what took place a year ago." "We're just keeping up one of the school's traditions." "Hello Thomas, sorry to interrupt." "I'd like you to welcome two new pupils to Hellestad." "Leo Berggren and Felix Strömberg." "Strömblad." "Leo lives in Mexico City, and he's chosen to spend a year with us." "Felix is here to study mathematics in professor Ek's class." "And of course we're delighted." "Mans!" "Take Felix and Leo to the housemaster after lunch." "I'd like to remind you of the cellphone ban that applies as of this term." "Everyone must hand in their phones to the porter's lodge." "Well Thomas, you can take over from here." "Thank you." "Do you usually have pancakes on Thursdays?" "May I sit here?" "Yes, of course." "So you've been living in Mexico?" "Yes, that's right." "How long were you there?" "Three years." "Father is a diplomat so we move around quite a bit." "How exciting." "I like Mexican food." "You know, those rolls, filled with meat." "My parents didn't believe it when I was accepted here." "It seems I'm the only one here who is from the suburbs." "I come from a suburb." "One that hasn't got a tube?" "Sort of." "Maths is your main subject?" "I'm very good at it." "But if you think it's boring then..." "I can be very good at other things." "No maths is great." "Then you have those hard chips made from corn." "Or perhaps I mean those rolls, rolled around...some filling." "Burritos." "That's it!" "I love them." "I prefer Japanese food." "We used to live in Tokyo before Mexico." "Hey, you're Pedro, right?" "Leo." "We're going to see the housemaster after lunch." "Tell your friend." "BÄCKSJÖ MENTAL HOME." "Ward 2B." "He suffers from a pathological fixation on his daughter." "Nothing incestuous as far as we know." "He beat his wife to death on Christmas Eve, 1992." "She split stearin on his daughter's new patent shoes." "And a year ago his daughter took her own life?" "Can't say how much he takes in." "He talks about her as if she was alive." "And her name was?" "Rebecka Richter." "He's been here twelve years now." "I can't say he's made any progress at all." "On the contrary." "Any tendencies towards violence?" "No." "It's rare to get even a word out of him." "So, good luck." "Hello." "My name is Frank Eriksson." "I'm new on the job here." "I don't want to disturb you, I just wanted to say hello..." "Your daughter, I believe?" "Rebecka." "Yes?" "Thomas!" "Come in!" "I heard you had views about the weekend's upcoming festivities." "Who told you?" "Perhaps I'm wrong?" "No, you're not." "I just told them to keep it down a bit." "What happened was ghastly." "We all agree." "But the girl was mentally sick." "Nothing the school can be blamed for." "Perhaps not." "Some pupils feel they were singled out as the guilty ones, totally unfounded." "We can mention names, if you like." "Mans Weine, for instance." "ln that case I'd also like to mention a name, Rebecka." "She wasn't well before she came here, but she didn't get better here." "All I did was talk to some of the pupils about Rebecka." "That's all." "And I really think the party ought to be moved to another day." "Every school has its traditions." "This is one I want to uphold." "This is also the jubilee centenary year." "Three pupils were murdered a hundred years ago." "We must celebrate that." "This is your third term here." "Do you like it here at Hellestad?" "Yes, thank you, quite well." "I hear the pupils like you very much, Thomas, and I value that." "I hope you know I'm working hard to find you proper lodgings." "You can't stay forever in the student dormitories." "I'm not complaining." "That's what I appreciate about you." "That's all for now." "I've got quite a lot to finish before the weekend." "So I told her "if you have to go then go"..." "What was she staring at?" "Who?" "Can you lend me a fiver?" "Beat it." "Therese, can you lend me a fiver?" "Listen old boy, got any dough?" "A fiver I could borrow?" "Hell." "Miserly bastards." "Markus, you got a fiver to lend me?" "I can't stay this weekend." "What?" "It's the jubilee." "It's obligatory" "I know, but I have to go." "It's my grand-father's funeral." "Oh no!" "lmpossible." "Change the date for the funeral." "But I can't change the date!" "Says who?" "Your grandpa?" "No." "Well, I'm off to London tonight." "You do as you like." "Bengt!" "Yes!" "My cell phone." "Yeah, right." "It's the blue one." "So...what do you think?" "I need to go to the storeroom too." "Yeah, right." "Turn off the lights and close the door." "Bengt!" "A bulb's gone in the porch, haven't you noticed?" "No, I ..." "Makes the place look a ramshackle." "Why have lights if all aren't on." "I'll fix it." "I'd appreciate it if I don't need to point this out to you again." "Get off my back!" "Bengt?" "Yes?" "I don't want to nag but would you change the name in the corridor." "It still says Rebecka lives here." "You don't realise how much work has to be done around here." "But, it's a year since I changed rooms." "There are two hundred broken radiators." "Who gets the blame for it?" "Me, that's who." "You want a nameplate?" "Hello." "Hello." "May I come in?" "Of course." "You're Sara, right?" "Felix." "Yes I know." "I just wanted to ask you about the festivities this weekend." "Therese said you're writing something about what it's about." "She did?" "Perhaps it's a secret?" "No, no." "What do you want to know?" "lt sounded very interesting." "I thought you might tell me a bit about it...if you've got time." "Sara, come on!" "It's super fun." "Please?" "I need to get some air." "Come on, I'll show you." "How old was it?" "I don't know...quite old I think." "I must have been about five." "What's that?" "An old well." "They're supposed to fill it in." "It's dangerous left like this." "A farmer lived here with his family a hundred years ago." "His name was Erik Skarp." "Hello." "I was on my way to the lake..." "ls it further on?" "We're going there." "I can show you." "So what happened?" "One day the farmer took his scythe, went to Hellestad and killed three pupils." "Just like that?" "After the murders, he went down to the lake." "Come!" "They found the scythe here on the shore." "He drowned himself." "But the body was never found." "Yes?" "Then what?" "Exactly one year later he came back to Hellestad." "What?" "So he wasn't dead?" "Oh yes." "He was a Drowning Ghost." "A what?" "The ghost of a drowned person." "Once a year he leaves the lake and walks the school's corridors." "No one's seen him, just heard the scrape of his scythe on the stone floor." "They didn't say a word about that when I put in my application." "Why?" "Why what?" "Why did he do it?" "No one seems to know." "Shall we go back?" "Kill, kill, kill..." "Cut it out, you fool!" "You idiot!" "Scared?" "Just testing." "It's going to be really scary this weekend." "Grow up." "It's not even funny." "What are you two doing?" "Yngve wants to fuck." "He does?" "Then I want to join in too." "Can you manage Yngve?" "Two at the same time." "But you have to wear this mask." "Yes!" "Hello?" "ls that Anna-Lisa Skarp?" "My name is Sara Engman." "I am at Hellestad boarding school." "I'm writing an essay about..." "Do you know who Elvira Skarp was?" "I found her grave in the cemetery." "I wondered if she was a relative." "Hello." "Hello." "Not much happening around here." "No, it's rather quiet." "Some pupils go into town...in the evenings." "Am I interrupting something?" "No, no..." "Hey there, little man!" "I've got a brilliant idea." "Calm down, will you." "Let's have the party in the farm." "ln the barn." "It's just an old tumbledown." "That's the beauty of it." "We can have a wild party there without anyone getting mad at us." "The further away from the old hag the better." "Okay, I'll think about it." "Ekeroth, how's my essay doing?" "Fine..." "Write your damn essays yourself." "No one asked for your opinion." "What are you going to do this weekend?" "I have to finish my essay." "And you?" "I don't have much choice, do I?" "Are you going to the party tomorrow?" "I don't think so." "What did actually happen last year?" "A girl committed suicide." "She jumped from the roof." "Hey, do you know that Felix' father is a Swedish champion...in what?" "Casting." "You throw fishing-rods on land." "Not the rod." "It's the fishing line." "But on land. lt sounds totally crazy." "Crazy?" "ln France it's a big event..." "Attention please!" "Tomorrow Friday, there will be no lessons." "ln case some of you missed that." "For those of you going home, the busses will be here at ten o'clock." "Be on time." "And Bengt has lost a bunch of keys, again." "Whoever finds them, won't have to do the washing-up for a whole week." "Just joking!" "Just joking!" "We have a new pupil in our class." "Exceptionally talented in this subject, as I understand." "Unfortunately, I have to say you're the only one in this class." "Well Strömblad." "Can we have a demonstration of your knowledge in this subject?" "Being one step ahead, this equation shouldn't pose any difficulties for you." "Please come up and show us." "Well I have a bit of a problem here." "And it is not strictly mathematical." "No?" "If I solve the problem the class will think I'm showing off." "If I can't solve it, you've set me up." "Perhaps that's your intention." "So I really don't know what to do." "We might return to this question later, when you've thought it over." "Let us turn to page 1 1 1 ." "And it is with sorrow in my heart that I see we must plunge into the magical world of differential equations, yet again." "You made a fool of him." "Maybe it wasn't so smart." "Could you have solved it?" "Top marks, Strömblad, you've understood what this is all about." "Show respect but take no shit." "This school is not for sissies." "If you pardon my language." "Is that what it says in the school regulations?" "It ought to be." "You will come to the party, won't you?" "Well, we'll see." "Take the girl with you." "Listen Pedro." "Don't work too hard on Sara." "It's not worth it." "I know what I'm talking about." ""Meet me by the old barn at seven o'clock tonight." "Anna-Lisa Skarp."" "Hello?" "He did it." "It was my grand-father who killed those boys." "You must be Sara. lt was you who phoned me." "Yes, that's right." "I'm writing an essay on Hellestad's history." "And you are writing about my grand-father?" "What is it you want to know?" "Elvira Skarp, who was she?" "I found her grave in the cemetery." "She died the same day as your grand- father did." "She was only fourteen." "Elvira was his youngest daughter." "How could they have thought..." "that he would..." "He loved her." "Dearly." "What happened to her?" "This is my grand-father." "The girl is Elvira." "And the boy...is my father." "And he knew what happened." "He knew what they had done." "Read this if you really want to know what happened." "Come in." "The others have gone to town." "Therese thought you might be lonely." "Therese is okay, but she talks too much." "What are you doing?" "Come in and close the door." "Old hag!" "As if I didn't have other things to do." "Let there be light!" "According to the police report, Erik Skarp raped his own daughter, then strangled her, went to Hellestad and hacked down three of the pupils." "The papers wrote about what happened to the boys, but nothing about the daughter." "Listen: "l saw three pupils from Hellestad." "Nothing unusual in that." "They took walks in the area." "That day Father and I worked on the farm." "When Elvira didn't come in for supper we went to look for her." "Down by the lake we made a horrible discovery." "Elvira was lying dead..." "We found a pocket watch beside the body, with an engraved inscription." "I told my father what I'd seen earlier in the day." "Without a word he left the place." "I never saw him again." "When I handed in the watch to the police they said I'd stolen it at the school." "And that they'd turn a blind eye to it this time."" "I don't quite get all this." "Three pupils killed that girl, that's why her father came here, for revenge." "But if that is true, it should have come into the open years ago." "But it was unthinkable then that three Hellestad pupils could rape and murder." "And who would believe an eleven year old farmer's son?" "There's one more thing." "One of the murdered pupils' name was Weine." "Ruben Weine." "You know Mans, right?" "Mans name is Weine." "Okay, so it was a relative." "The family has been going to Hellestad for generations." "Mans' father is chairman of the school board." "And you're suggesting that a relative of the chairman raped and strangled a fourteen year old girl a hundred years ago." "What if what they said is the truth?" "And that the boy was lying?" "Perhaps it's best if you just leave it as a ghost story." "Don't you see!" "It isn't a ghost story any longer." "Now we know what actually happened." "It's all here, every word of it!" "I've got things to do." "See you tomorrow." "Had a good time?" "Therese?" "What is it?" "I'm asleep..." "What are you doing?" "Somebody was in here!" "I thought it was you." "lt was Yngve." "To hell with him..." "Rebecka?" "Quitters." "The elite must take its responsibility." "That's how it's always been." "How many will come tonight d'you think?" "Ladies?" "Sort of." "Yngve..."Sort of" what kind of language is that?" "Mans...could I talk to you?" "Of course." "Preferably inside..." "Okay..." "What was all that about?" "And what have I got to do with it?" "As he's a relative of yours I wanted to tell you what I'm writing about." "It's all crap." "That madman came here and hacked people to death." "And for 1 00 years people have won- dered why." "I think this is the answer." "What the hell are you up to?" "What do you mean?" "You know what I mean!" "This has nothing to do with us." "Us?" "You mean you and me?" "I'd totally forgotten about us." "So why show it to me?" "I don't want you to hear about it from Thomas or someone else." "Meaning what?" "Just because it happened a hundred years ago, you can't walk around accusing people without any kind of proof." "So perhaps I'd better write about why Rebecka jumped from the roof?" "What the hell do you mean?" "Forget it." "I pity you Sara." "Write what you like." "No one will care anyway." "What did she want?" "She just wanted to talk to me." "What do you two have to talk about?" "Nothing." "We'll talk about it later." "Listen, if I went with somebody there would be hell to pay!" "And who would you go with?" "I said "if"." "lsn't that your father?" "See you later." "Father!" "Well, I'm a bit late." "I have a meeting with the headmistress." "A girl in the school claims your grand-father's uncle killed a fourteen year old girl." "After he raped her." "And?" "Well, do you know anything about it?" "Know what?" "Well, is it true?" "Of course not." "Phone your mother she'd probably appreciate it." "She'll never dare write about you." "Didn't you hear?" "It's not about me personally, it's about my family." "Don't get angry." "It's not my fault." "No, but learn to listen." "I am listening." "Truly." "Let's chill down a bit." "Chill down?" "What do you mean?" "So we play cool?" "No, I ..." "You meant what?" "What do you mean?" "You talking about that mental girl?" "Was it our fault she jumped from the roof?" "Well?" "Was it?" "No." "We're just going to play a prank on her." "Okay!" "Guys, listen. I've got a super idea." ""Hellestad's Boarding school, September 2 7, 2004." "Dear dad." "We must meet." "I can't go on any longer without you." "I know you can get away from there, if you really want to." "Do so, for my sake." "Not far from the school is an old deserted barn." "Meet me there." "Rebecka."" "It's her, isn't it?" "The eyes are the same." "How could she have written a letter a week ago if she died last year?" "It could be another Rebecka." "It could be anyone." "She went on a trip, the first year." "Therese got lots of postcards." "Here!" "Here is one from London!" "It's the same signature." "Someone's playing a practical joke." "On who?" "On me?" "I don't know." "Were you and Rebecka good friends?" "She didn't have any friends." "We talked, of course, you know but..." "She liked Therese." "She really did." "Therese was nice to her." "You couldn't get to know Rebecka." "She just sat here every day and read and wrote letters." "She must have written hundreds of letters." "Who did she write to?" "Don't know." "She didn't even tell Therese although they shared a room." "Mans and the others treated her awfully from the very start." "No one cared, everyone thought she was odd." "So she jumped off the roof." "And everything went on as if nothing had happened." "The headmistress was more concerned about the school's reputation." "As I told you, Markus apparently left the school Wednesday evening." "It is odd, I agree, but our responsibility ends at the gates..." "I don't think you need worry." "Yes." "Thank you." "And please accept my condolences." "Thomas, of course you must encourage your pupils to think for themselves." "It's your job as a mentor." "But keep within the bounds of reason." "I haven't read Sara's essay yet." "Perhaps we should let her finish it, before we deliver our views on it." "But it isn't historical facts." "We can't allow the spreading of rumours and downright lies." "You must realise this is unpleasant for Peder." "And for Mans too." "My family is one of the biggest benefactors of this school." "It would be absurd for me to finance slander about a distant relative." "Of course we must talk to the girl." "Mustn't we, Thomas?" "I'll read the essay when it's finished." "If it contains anything inappropriate I will certainly point it out to her." "It seems I did not express myself clearly, Thomas." "We want the girl to stop now." "ls that a problem for you?" "I've said what I think." "You have to rely on my judgement." "This is not about what anyone thinks." "It's a question of school principles." "If you take a different view, then this isn't the right place of work for you." "You should think it over." "I will." "No, I must take this..." "Yes?" "The bastards." "Bengt?" "Hello?" "Excuse me." "God." "The door was open." "I'm just going to pick up a few things." "Are you coming tonight?" "I'm not sure, I'll see." "Did you ever meet Mans' parents?" "You know, when you were together." "No, why?" "We're going there next weekend." "I was just wondering, what they're like..." "No, I don't know." "Well, see you tonight." "Don't forget to put the keys back." "Absolutely not." "Who wrote this?" "It's totally insane!" "I don't know." "You can turn out the lights now." "What was that?" "Did you see?" "What?" "There was something..." "Sorry if I'm disturbing you." "Sara, can I have a word with you?" "Sure." "Those rotten bastards." "What?" "Two days after Rebecka's suicide he came here..." "What's his name?" "The chairman of the board?" "Mans' father." "Peder Weine." "He apologised for taking her into the school." "As if we were the ones to be pitied." "They made her life hell, all year." "I told him so, straight to his face." "And what happened?" "He told me to concentrate on my studies and not to accuse people without ground." "Meaning what?" "We all knew about it." "She was a bit different." "That's all." "I see, so what did they say then?" "Only that you spend your time spreading rumours." "Do you?" "No, that's not how it is." "All the other stuff is rumours." "I have a whole box full of proof, if you want to see it." "As long as you know what you're doing, that's good enough for me." "If anyone else has any views about it, then send them to me." "It won't cause any problems?" "For you I mean." "Yes..." "No." "I was just joking." "Have a great time this evening." "And you the same." "What will you do?" "Go to the local hotel." "They have a dance for the forty-somethings." "Hello Sara." "I don't think I've had the opportunity to introduce myself." "Peder." "My name is Peder Weine." "I also went to this school, as I'm sure you know." "And my father before me." "And my grand-father, etc. etc." "Do you do any sport?" "No, not exactly." "I see." "Mans is the same." "You do know my son, don't you?" "lnteresting... ln my day it was different." "We had rowing in the curriculum." "I remember we were on the lake quite a lot." "Several days each week." "Perhaps I'm boring you?" "No." "Do you like it here in the school?" "Yes." "Of course." "This is your last year here." "What are you going to do after you leave school?" "I don't know." "I haven't made up my mind yet." "That's good." "That's excellent." "One shouldn't be too hasty." "It was different for me, everything was preordained, but you have the chance to decide yourself, what you want to do with your life." "That's indeed something I envy you for." "Great Scott!" "Well Sara my dear, it was nice...to talk to you." "Attention everyone!" "The vanguards are in position." "You all know what you have to do." "We meet in the yard in an hour." "And no standing about." "I want to see booze, CDs and sheathes for Yngve." "Ekeroth, if you bring that guitar, I'll bloody kill you." "Hello Sara, are you coming to the party?" "She's got to stay at home with a sick child." "Come on!" "What are you waiting for!" "Hey Pedro, remember what I said about Sara." "Better to do it alone." "What's going on between you two?" "Nothing." "We were together briefly in the first year." "Odd as it seems." "Can't understand what came over me." "What was that about a sick child?" "I got pregnant and had an abortion." "No big deal." "Of course I told Mans." "And a week later the whole school knew about it." "He is a pig." "I don't understand what came over me." "But, that's how it is." "Yes." "Very funny." "I got really scared, Mans." "And don't forget to phone your mother one of these days." "All right, enough is enough." "It's not that funny." "Hello there, little man!" "How are you doing?" "Fine, fine, fine, fine." "Hi there girls!" "Doing fine?" "How about a walk in the forest?" "Check out the wild-life." "I can show you different things." "Birds." "My dad is a gynaecologist." "No, ornithologist!" "Just joking." "So how about it?" "Want to come?" "No thanks." "What bores you are." "Hi there!" "l've been looking for you." "You have." "Why?" "Having a good time?" "Well, guess it's all right." "What are you staring at?" "Beat it!" "Before I kick your ass." "Okay. 'Scuse us, 'scuse us." "But I've got something going here." "Right, but someone wants to see you." "Who?" "You'll see." "Come along." "Just walk on." "Hallo?" "Leo?" "Sorry it was open." "I'm sorry I told you all about Mans." "It's of no interest." "Shall we go and see how things are?" "I'll come by and fetch you." "But who is it that wants to..." "Shut up, will you!" "Well, tell me, is it some chick?" "ls it some randy little bitch?" "I'll shut up." "Hello?" "ls there some hot chick here who wants to fuck?" "I am quiet." "You are so disgusting!" "Won't you give me just a little kiss, Mans?" "Can't we neck a little..." "Are you daft?" "What are you doing?" ""Hello Therese." "Mexico City is a fantastic city, with fantastic people." "Love." "Rebecka. "" "MAMA, I'M COLD" "Hello." "You fuck'n bitch!" "Let go of me!" "What are you doing?" "Hey, calm down!" "What's up?" "You are so fuck'n sick, you're insane all of you!" "I didn't do..." "Shut it, shut up!" "We just wanted to pop in and see how you were doing." "Hell!" "Look what she did!" "Look at my clothes!" "Look here!" "I'm off." "To hell with her." "It's like this." "Yngve here, has something he'd very much like to tell you." "lsn't that right, Yngve?" "No." "Just leave!" "Yngve. lt won't hurt you." "Just tell Sara how keen you are on her..." "Stop it, can't you just leave, please." "It's not fun any more." "So what's not fun?" "Uh?" "I'm not fun." "Tell me what you mean?" "Am I ugly?" "Just stop it." "And go!" "Hell, I'm so, you're so, I want..." "How did it go?" "How did it go?" "Why are you so cross?" "Listen, we were just going to play her a prank, not rape her, right?" "You daft idiot, shut up." "Take the ground floor." "Take the ground floor!" "Sara!" "Have you seen Sara?" "Emelie!" "Emelie!" "Have you seen Sara?" "No I haven't." "Sara!" "Sara are you in here?" "Sara, it's only me." "Don't be afraid." "It's just little Yngve who's looking for you." "To hell with the others!" "Can't we...can't we talk a little, just you and I ." "Are you in here?" "Sara?" "Hell." "Sorry." "What's going on?" "Mans!" "Calm down." "Hey. lt was only a joke, okay." "He is dead drunk." "Amanda..." "To hell with her..." "...she's dead." "She's stone dead." "Hell." "Let go of me." "Let go!" "Calm down, nobody is dead, okay?" "lmpressive, very impressive outfit." "You'll have to do something about the knife, though." "Run!" "Run, Mans!" "Run!" "Leo?" "Jeez, you scared the hell out of me!" "Sorry, wasn't my intention." "What are you doing here?" "Looking for you." "You disappeared." "I'm going to fetch Sara." "Want to tag along?" "Why?" "Are you scared...of the dark?" "Perhaps." "Fuck'n idiot, I might have dropped dead!" "Help!" "Help me!" "What?" "It sounded like someone calling." "Didn't you hear!" "Come!" "What's the matter?" "You knew her." "What are you talking about?" "You knew Rebecka." "You met her in Mexico." "Sara!" "Hell." "What's going on?" "I know where we can get in." "Sara?" "Sara!" "What are you up to?" "The front door is blocked." "Who did it?" "They are dead..." "What did you say?" "But..." "what's happened?" "He knew her." "He came here because of her." "All those letters." "What are you talking about?" "Leo." "No!" "No!" "It's Mans, isn't it?" "What has he done now?" "Call the police." "But, listen..." "Call the police, just do it!" "Therese, call them." "We'll wait here." "I'll call from Bengt's office, but what do you want me to tell them?" "Tell them...something terrible has happened." "Something's wrong with her, I'm going to call the headmistress." "Did you hear what I said?" "About what?" "He came here because of her." "What?" "He came here to avenge her." "There was something." "I saw something..." "Switch off the light." "There!" "Did you see?" "Who's that?" "He is her brother." "But they weren't allowed to grow up together." "They said he was psychotic and a danger to those closest to him." "He was only five years old." "My beloved sister, Rebecka, 1986-2003." "Rebecka?" "Felix!" "Leo!" "It should have ended here." "Rebecka wrote to me about everything and what they did to her." "She couldn't take any more." "You could promise that this will stay just between the two of us but what if you're lying?" "Sara!" "Sara!" "Help me." "Help me find your phone!" "It's the same as the one you have." "Hell." "How did you get in?" "How did you get in?" "You and Felix?" "What?" "The basement." "Shit." "Don't forget to put the keys back." "Absolutely not." "We have to hurry up." "Come!" "Where is Leo?" "What has he done?" "It's Felix!" "Come..." "Turn on the lights." "I can talk to Felix." "He kills people, Therese." "What are you both going to talk about?" "Come." "Come on!" "Sara!" "Run!" "Run!" "Therese!" "Run!" "Therese!" "Calm down..." "Calm down..." "Wait here." "What?" "Wait here, I'll be back, I'll be back." "Sara?" "Therese, you must help me." "Up!" "Up!" "You must climb." "Hurry!" "Get on!" "Faster." "Hurry up!" "You must do it!" "No!" "Come on!" "Come on!" "Hurry!" "No, Sara!" "No Sara!" "No!" "Sara!" "Please..." "Peder?" "You will become the pillars of a society that has seen ethic and moral standards set aside, more and more." "Excuse me?" "You are privileged, but privilege brings with it a responsibility." "One we all bear." "And which we are here today to manifest." "I don't quite understand." "What are you doing?" "This is perhaps not the right moment, but I want to hand in my notice." "With these words, I raise my glass and propose a toast, with you to the spirit of Hellestad." "Cheers." "Come." "Thank you my dear." "He will finally be buried." "And rest in peace." "Sara." "We must go now." "Have they found him yet?" "The boy who did it?" "Not yet." "But he is in the lake." "STOCKHOLM 8 months later" "Congratulations, Sara and Leo." "My beloved sister." "Rebecka." "Mr. -bu-1"