Povel Wallander: When you were a boy you used to ask my about my work, the painting. "Why are they always the same, Dad?" "Why don't you do something different?" I could never explain. You see, each morning, when I start, I think I'll do something else. This morning I'll paint a seascape. This morning I'll do a still life, maybe an abstract, just splash the paint, see where it takes me. And then I start, and every time, I paint the same thing. The landscape. Whatever I do, this is what comes out. What you've got is your painting. I may not like it, you may not like it, but it's yours.
Povel Wallander: You know what I'd like before I lose what's left of my mind? I'd like to go to Rome. I'd like that. Look at the paintings. Other people's paintings. Can we do that?
Kurt Wallander: Yeah. Yes, Dad. We can do that.
Kurt Wallander: [holding up his badge] Wallander.
Farmer: Thought they would have sent a police car. Lights. Flashing.
Kurt Wallander: There was an accident on the Svarte Road. Cars with lights are all taken.
Povel Wallander: What color where his brains? The color of money?
Victim's Son: You got a dad?
Kurt Wallander: You mean, is he still around? Yeah.
Victim's Son: What's he like?
Kurt Wallander: How long have you got...