Sound of Noise Page #2

by terrorists.

Help me get to the bottom of it.

Hans!

Hello. Thank you for coming.

Hello.

It's just terrible, all this.

Police.

I'd like to see rjan Levander?

- Go ahead.

- Thanks.

Warnebring. From the police.

Tell me what happened.

- Has he lost his voice?

- Sorry?

You have to take them.

You get the same treatment

as everyone else in here!

Let go!

Can you...

lip-read?

I'd like to ask him some questions.

There's Levander.

I think we're looking at

some kind of psychosis.

They could well be...

the guest scientists

from the Czech Republic.

Come back, Levander!

Damn it, Myran!

Let's get outta here!

What are you doing?

Let's play!

Pump it up!

Let's go for it!

Don't touch the patient.

Analyzing now.

Musicians...

Analyzing now.

Don't touch the patient.

Stop the tape!

Back a bit.

There!

Watch where you're going!

It's just terrible, all this.

What on earth are you doing?

Warnebring!

Good grief!

The perfect gift for a conductor.

Hi.

What are you doing here?

The gift I gave you...

Can I have it back?

It's important.

I haven't finished practicing

funk bass.

Please.

In there, please.

You are joking?

No, unfortunately.

Thanks.

I'll try to come tonight.

Bye.

The first attack:

"Doctor, doctor."

At the hospital.

The next one is:
"Money 4 U, honey."

What did they do to Levander?

They played music on him.

Music, Hagman.

Levander became a rhythm instrument.

"Honey."

Sanchez, check up on "honey".

Is it a name? A code?

Check it out.

Check up on "honey".

I'm on it. Bees...

Hagman, check "money".

Threats on the Stock Market,

banks, anywhere to do with money.

Can you run this for fingerprints?

But be discreet

and only give the results to me,

in person.

How does this sound to you?

It sounds like you're knocking.

Really?

Yes.

They played on this.

And now I can't hear it.

Is this some kind of hearing test?

Why the hell did you do that?

I turn up

with one of my best policemen

and it turns out that

this brilliant policeman

proves to be a baboon.

A baboon banging

metal trays

on the hospital's bloody walls!

Levander's attackers are musicians.

And they will strike again.

Oh, really?

This is a concert program.

There are four different movements.

"Money 4 U, honey"

"F*** the music!"

"Electric Love"

"F*** the music..."

Carry on.

I'm on it.

Ok.

Try not to kill anyone this time.

Let's do it.

This is a gig!

Everybody keep calm!

Move!

We don't want to hurt anyone!

We're only here for the music!

You are our audience!

Sit down!

Listen. And nobody will get hurt!

Three minutes!

One, two, three, four!

There are 24 beekeepers

in the region.

One of them is even a musician.

He plays the oboe.

Warnebring.

The bank alarm's gone off.

A hold-up.

Damn seatbelt!

Why do I always get

to sit on this side?

Were they wearing masks?

Yes, black balaclavas.

Sanchez, can I have silence?

Silence!

Shush!

Yes, it's them.

There's a metronome here somewhere.

Find it.

I got a match

from one of the prints.

Her name is Sanna Persson.

She's done time for vandalism.

She flooded the music academy.

She went to the academy?

Yes and no. She was expelled.

She's pretty cute.

You have an address?

Just a PO Box.

That's all.

Where did you get this sheet music?

Yes?

Excuse me, my name is Warnebring.

I'm from the police.

To what do I owe such an honour,

Inspector?

Someone's been playing

in the wrong key?

Any violinists caught fiddling?

Musicians' jokes.

It concerns one of your students:

Sanna Persson.

Persson.

My office should've been renovated

a year ago.

She tortured us with her ideas.

She created music

with paperweights, horse droppings

and God knows what else.

Then she became obsessed with water.

Water, water, water.

My God!

She was a disgrace

to this establishment!

You still have any of her work?

Not much. The police went through it

during the investigation.

I'll ask my secretary to help you.

It was a sad year.

Two students expelled

the same term.

It took us a long time

to build our reputation back up,

believe me, Inspector.

Here's the yearbook.

Wait...

Are you related to Oscar Warnebring,

by any chance?

He's my brother.

I knew it!

You must be very proud of him.

I was his

music history teacher.

Tell him old Backman says hello.

You don't play

an instrument yourself?

No.

The arts...

You need talent,

discipline and determination.

Not everyone has what it takes.

I really dislike music.

Here it is.

Sanna Persson's water concert.

Who else was expelled?

Myhr. His name was Fredrik Myhr.

Myhr was kicked out

after a couple of months.

It came as no surprise.

He crushed

his piano teacher's fingers!

He became furious

and slammed the lid shut.

Down on his fingers! Bang!

A pianist's fingers!

Doesn't Myran want his noodles?

He's gone out.

I'm looking for Fredrik Myhr.

Who the hell are you?

Police.

I'm looking for Sanna Persson.

What?

I'm looking for Sanna Persson.

What are you talking about?

You studied at

the music academy together...

Stop!

I need to talk to you!

Stop playing!

Hey, honey!

You're getting all wet!

But you seem to like that...

We could go to my place

and sort out the rent.

Come on.

F***ing hell!

This is...

What's in your ears?

- Sorry?

- Your ears!

This is Amadeus Warnebring,

head of our antiterrorist unit.

Nice to meet you.

The pleasure's mine.

Did you know he's Oscar Warnebring's

elder brother?

- Congratulations.

- It must have been fantastic,

growing up

with a world-famous conductor.

Yes, it was... unusual.

Tonight, we're all going

to enjoy ourselves.

You too, Warnebring!

That's an order!

- May I?

- Of course.

To your seat?

I'd love that.

Amadeus, darling!

How lovely to see you!

Good evening.

I never thought I'd see you here!

Amadeus? What's the matter?

I'll be right back.

Excuse me.

No!

A bomb?

A bomb!

Watch out!

Here I am,

at my mother's grand piano.

It was...

the last time I sat there

before mum and dad gave up.

But I never wanted to play.

All I wanted was silence.

I dreamt of music

made of silence.

I've brought...

some dry clothes.

Thanks.

Are - you - ok?

Wait!

I want this.

Look, Myran's on TV.

The police are still looking

for the musician Fredrik Myhr.

Myhr is a suspect

in tonight's attack on the Opera,

during which Emil st's statue,

"Boy with a Horn",

was completely destroyed.

The chief superintendent and

the head of the antiterrorist unit

say the police are doing everything

to catch the terrorists

and that they already have

several leads.

This is a metronome.

He's really lost it.

Knock it off!

And you get a grip, Myran!

You could've killed him!

He came to my place.

What?

Your place?

- Why didn't you tell us?

- Because it's cool.

It's not!

You're wanted by the police.

You're the one he came looking for.

So why aren't you on TV?

They won't get away with this!

We're going to rid this city

of musical scum!

Police!

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